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I posted 4,745 times in 2022

That's 914 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (0%)

4,728 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 385 of my posts in 2022

#house of worth - 30 posts

#i will always reblog this - 25 posts

#be excellent to each other - 13 posts

#ayup - 10 posts

#so true - 7 posts

#muse likes - 6 posts

#oh yeah - 6 posts

#love the hair - 5 posts

#sigh - 5 posts

#they have a point - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

#much of my music tastes come from a much older boy i had a crush on in junior high school

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better🌙🌺🍃

Thank you! Can't wait to see you in less than a month! <3

2 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#4

💕✨create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game✨💕

I was tagged by @perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin Hello there! Stay healthy, friend!

are you a morning person?

No. Not in the slightest. Please do not chat/call/text me before I have drunk my coffee and it is past 9:00 AM.

ideal breakfast?

A soft boiled egg with a piece of toast.

favorite warm drink, and how do you take it? 

A latte with nonfat milk

sit in the sunshine or the shade? 

It depends on the time of year- if it is winter or spring, then sunshine. If it is summer, then definitely the shade.

favorite baked good? 

The oatmeal butterscotch cookies that a friend of my mom’s made when I was growing up

a song or album that makes you feel at peace? 

Rain by BTS . I like jazz, and it really does feel like looking through the window outside at a rainy day.

a chore that if someone completed it for you you’d love them forever?

Folding and putting away the laundry. Luckily, Mr. Poppy does it, mostly, because if it weren’t for him, it would just stay in the laundry basket in a heap.

favorite board/card game to play with friends?

Anything in the Rook/Euchre/Hearts/Spades family. I grew up playing Euchre as a regional thing, but Mr. Poppy’s family plays rook because they are from a different region.

what kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater?

I normally like popcorn with lots of butter and a soda, but a giant roll of sweet tarts or sprees is good too.

bar with live music or bar with a pool table? 

This is tough. I really like live music, but some of my happiest times were hanging out with friends around the pool table when I was younger. I am terrible at pool, but it was about being with friends.

go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail? 

If I am having cocktails I’ll usually order an amaretto sour.

go-to bar food? 

Nachos with lots of stuff on them.

are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs?

Looking at the stars. I love watching for meteors, and looking at constellations and (if I’m far enough out of town) the Milky Way. But I will cheerfully do the other two as well! I’ve been to Wood Badge and OLS so I’m pretty good at building fires.

a favorite Scripture verse or prayer?

The prayer by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, S.J., that starts: Above all, trust in the slow work of God. [I am a very impatient person]

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3 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#3

Personal Tag Game

I was tagged by @raksh-writes . Hi there!

Last song: “Late Night Talking” by Harry Styles. I really like it- it is such an ear worm. Very excited to see him this fall!

Last TV show: Obi-Wan Kenobi. The cinematography is amazing. Meh on the storyline though. When I die I want Pablo Hidalgo to be a pall bearer so that the Story Group can let me down one last time. Will continue watching just for the visual spectacle!

Currently watching: Also watching Bride of Habaek/Bride of the Water God. The premise started off really well but then never panned out. Instead of the search for the missing stones (which sounded cool) it’s just the two leads moping for each other and the female lead bordering on rude to her employee. Maybe other people would enjoy this plot more, but it is not what I came for. I am only watching to the end because I hate DNFs. [I also have second hero syndrome because the first lead is kinda bland. This is one of Nam Joo-Hyuk’s earliest roles so maybe he was just learning to act or the writers gave him boring material to work with]

Currently reading: Momo/The Life Before Us by Emile Ajar/Romain Gary. It’s okay. It’s better than some things I’ve read so far this year, but not the greatest. It’s in the category of boyhood/apprenticeship novels. I hope it gets better? I’m only 1/3 of the way through, and I’m supposed to have it done by the end of today. 😳

Tagging (but only if you want to play, as usual!)

@myevilmouse @sunshinerainbowsbts @hannahbee12719 @seokjinger-ale @reliablemittenmain @heilith and @jhopegrandma

6 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

It’s time for my annual social media hiatus. I’ll be back April 17th. See you then!

[the queue will run for a little bit more, but if you need me, you can always find me on Discord!]

Photo information: “Mule and Rider Exiting Tunnel and Crossing Kaibab Suspension Bridge“ Black and white, silver gelatin print with some silvering. Circa 1930.

Henry G. Peabody Photographs (circa 1930). CP PEA. Greater Arizona Collection. ASU Library, Arizona State University, Tempe, AZ. http://azarchivesonline.org/xtf/view?docId=ead/asu/cp_pea.xml

9 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why is my Tumblr feed suddenly showing me blogs I’m not subscribed to?

Please @staff make this stop. I only want to see what I want to see, which is posts from people I’ve followed.

12 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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[mooooooosicals]

Bad summaries of Hatchetfield songs:

TGWDLM:

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: here comes the... well I wouldn't call him a boy. More like six foot tall office lad.

La Dee Da Da Day: musical townspeople do what musical townspeople do... harass the protagonist

What Do You Want Paul?: the number that you don't want to get stuck in your head during sex

Cup of Roasted Coffee: convincing braindead customers to buy shitty coffee with hips and harmonies

Cup of Poison Coffee: oh. oh they're evil now. ok. cool.

Show Me Your Hands: the acab song. it should have been a tap number, fuck you.

You Tied Up My Heart: kinky shit in the basement.

Join Us And Die: ma'am I appreciate the c#5 but this is a Wendy's

Not Your Seed: Alice has an appetite for nachos. And shooting her father dead.

Show Stopping Number: old man does what old men do best, tie up their former students in their basement and shake ass

America Is Great Again: I dare you to show this to That One Family Member. I dare you.

Let Him Come: I'm thoroughly disappointed with the lack of jokes in the fandom here. Missed opportunity.

Let It Out: dance, funky office man, dance

Inevitable: well shit, that's depressing. cool lighting, tho.

BLACK FRIDAY:

Wiggly Jiggle: capitalism, but make it cute and a little bit unsettling

What Tim Wants: thank you, Tom, very nice vocals. But sir I just met you I really don't give a shit.

CaliforM.I.A.: admit it, the best part of this song is Hannah dancing in the background

What Do You Say?: high school reunion but with more 🎵spice🎵. And choreographed thrusting, for some reason.

Our Doors Are Open: capitalism with a bouncy time signature

Feast or Famine: February 2020: the song

Monsters and Men: Johnny Mac n Cheese my beloved... and uh... who are these guys again? Sorry I got distracted by the fact that mac n cheese man is back.

Deck The Halls: pov: you're watching Black Friday for the first time and have not a damn clue what's going on. Wait Santa's a pedophi-

Take Me Back: oh look, the traumatized couple sings! And... fucks-

Adore Me: MILF becomes a murderous MILF, even better

Do You Want To Play?: Other fandoms took one look at this song and said "fReE rEaL eStAtE"

Made In America: really good song for a really unnecessary plotline

Black Friday: teenager sings while being choked. That. That makes no sense.

Monsters and Men (reprise): so now they have powers all of a sudden? Did I miss something??

If I Fail You: again, Tom, pretty vocals, I don't give a shit

Wiggle: townspeople shake ass and moan for an ugly ass kids toy

What If Tomorrow Comes?: the child sings and then goes boom. we think. we're not sure.

NIGHTMARE TIME SEASON 1

Nightmare Time Theme: everyone is evil now, I guess

The Hatchetfield Ape-Man: ya like jazz?

The Blinky Song: Blinky is a shitty boss and the Sniggles need to unionize

Snoozle Town: I feel like we've heard this song before-

With A Thousand Eyes: TTO is in the HFU?!?!

Forever And Always: oh my god we're so in love uwu owo 🥺🥺

Time Bastard: woman. Pretty woman. Pretty woman singing.

Peanuts!: this song is probably therapy after that mindfuck of an episode.

Jane's A Car: we should make this song a Rick Roll in the fandom. How can you even take a song about a sad man wanting to fuck his car seriously anyway?

The Witch In The Web: little girl plays a ukelele but like. with magic.

The Web I Spin For You: spider lady sings and makes me gay

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Home Sweet Home: Moving Day

Summary- 3.1k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Not many that I can see. Mentions of murder and spooks. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

Chapter 1 / Masterlist 

The day the family moves in, you couldn't have been more excited to be moving into your dream home. The home you and Andy would be raising the family in. The movers were quick under your and Andy’s directions of where to put boxes and furniture. Jacob managed to keep Cassidy and John occupied by exploring the yard and along the lakes edge until most of the chaos ended. 

Andy and you called them in once the movers left. When all three came back in, you took them on a tour of the house, going through the downstairs and then going on upstairs to show each one the bedrooms you and Andy had chosen. Andy took the boys to their rooms, dropping John off in his to check out, and then Andy opened a nearby door to Jacob's room. Jacob walked in, looking around. “Yup, looks like a bedroom.” he commented, sounding just like Andy in that moment. Andy stepped in, remarking at him. 

“Smartass... do you like it? Y/N thought this one would be better for you. It's a bit away from the kids, give you a bit more privacy you didn't have at the other house.” 

Jacob gave a smile to his father while nodding. “It's great dad, seriously.” he assured him, and Andy nodded. 

“Well I will leave you to unpack then.” 

In Cassidy’s room, she was excited over the unique windows facing the front, and she ran to the first one looking out over the driveway and the rest of the neighborhood. “Wow, I can see everything.” She started waving at people passing by on the street. 

“You really like it Sweetheart?” You asked, having picked this room just for her cause of the pink flowered wallpaper, and there was a small vanity already built into the wall. She nodded and giggled at the window. 

“Yes mommy, I do.” She went back to looking at the window, and you pulled open a box to start taking care of clothes when she started speaking again. “Hi, hello… what's your name?” She tilted her head with a nod and another giggle. “I’m Cassidy, see you later!” You had been working on putting clothes in the dresser from boxers when you heard her odd words. 

“Who are you talking to Baby?” You go over behind her and she looks up at you. 

“They said a friend, but they had to go.” She shrugged like it was no big deal and went to go open more boxes to help you unpack. You peek outside curiously, but saw nothing out of the ordinary when Andy saying your name turned you around. 

“Hmm, what?” 

“I said the boys both approve of the rooms you chose for them, and are currently putting their rooms together. I'm gonna go build our bed and then come take care of Cassidy’s.” 

Agreeing that was a good idea, the rest of the day was getting the basics together. By the time dinner rolled around, Andy had insisted on ordering a few pizzas and you agreed tiredly. Andy eased a hand over your shoulder and to the back of your neck, massaging gently while you let your head fall forward, breathing in deeply. “How about you take a shower? I will get dinner handled. By the time you come back down, it should be already.” 

“You really don't mind Andy?” You ask, and he gives a shake of the head, kissing your forehead he eased you towards the stairs. 

“Baby, I insist.” He winked at you, and you gave a nod while heading up the stairs. The allure of a hot shower and getting into your ultimate comfort clothes you already pulled out and were on the bed just sounded like the best thing you've ever heard. 

Grabbing your towels and a washcloth from a box, you wandered into the master bathroom. This was the first time you’ve had a bathroom all for just the two of you, and you couldn't help but feel like this was truly living. Soon the hot water was going, and you were stepping into the shower, humming happily to yourself. 

Downstairs Andy had made the call for a few pizzas after googling for a local restaurant. He went to check on John and Cassidy to find that they had found a board game and were making up their own version. Jacob, he could hear music playing up in his room. You were in the shower and he would be taking one soon as everyone was fed and the little ones put in bed. All in all a good day he thought. Going back to the kitchen, he searched out for plates, and took care of a few more dishes. It wasn't long till the doorbell rang. “Coming.” Andy called out while checking to be sure he had his wallet on him for a tip to whomever was delivering that night. 

He opened the door to find a teenager warily standing on the bottom step, looking up at the house. Jumping a bit when he heard Andy open the door, he went up the stairs and held the boxes out. “Been a while since anyone has came out here.” 

Andy took the pizzas and set them just inside the door on a small table and then dug out his wallet to pull out a tip. “Oh yea, is that so?” Not really giving the kid’s words much thought, but he ended up continuing regardless of Andy’s uninterested tone. 

“Yea, last time anyone came out was before that night.” He took the tip, and pocketed it. “You know about the night, right?” 

Andy shuffled a bit, wanting to close the door. “Yes, we were made aware before we moved in.” 

The teenager just continued. “Yup, all five of them were in their beds. I knew Ronnie, he was a lot older than me, but he was cool. Can't believe he took a rifle and just shot them all. Guess you just never know what people are capable of.” 

Now Andy was done, and snapped out. “No I guess not. Bye.” Stepping back, he let the door shut firmly and flipped the lock, gathering the pizzas to take to the kitchen. What the kid said unsettled him. But he shook it off before addressing John and Cassidy. “Are you hungry, Kids?” 

A thud of feet sent Cassidy and John racing into the kitchen, and Andy simply sent a message from his phone to Jacob upstairs, knowing it would be faster than going up to knock on his door. Grabbing plates, Andy looked at the two littlest ones. 

“Okay kids, I got… anchovy and extra anchovy. What do you want.” He grinned innocently at them, and they both made funny faces at him in disgust. 

“Cheese?” John asked hopefully. Andy popped open the top, and showed off a cheese pizza. Peeling off a slice and plating it, Cassidy reached for the plate. 

“Andy, can you add an extra slice for Jody? They say they want a piece.” Cassidy hummed and Andy indulged her, putting on a second slice. 

“Who’s Jody Kiddo?” Andy questioned as he also handed over paper towels for napkins. 

“My friend. But you can't see them. They don’t like grownups although I told them you were nice.” She said as if it was everyday and John rolled his eyes at her 

“You're so weird Cass, Jody isn't real.”  John snickered as he reached for a piece and bit off the end while Andy handed a plate over to him to use.

“Is to! Jody says boys like you are mean.” Cassidy cried out and then the siblings stuck their tongues out at each other and Andy was quick to jump in. 

 “Hey hey hey, John don't pick on your sister. Cass, Please just tell Jody not to make a mess.”

Jacob came in the room, following his nose to the scent of pizza. “Who’s Jody?” 

Andy moved aside the cheese to the pizza with toppings underneath he knew Jacob would prefer. “Jody is Cass’s friend.” Cassidy took a bite of her pizza and gave Jacob a nod, and the teenager nodded in understanding. Picking out a slice of pepperoni. “Ya know, I had a friend like that.” 

“You did?” John asked, suddenly on board with the imaginary friends cause Jacob seemed okay with it. Andy went to find a couple wine glasses while listening to Jacob recall the story of his imaginary friend Stan the Man. Andy had to smile at the memory of Jacob and Stan the Man, his son had insisted he was taller then the house but could shrink down to his size in order to play. Laurie had been a bit concerned about how often Jacob had talked about him, but Andy wasn’t. Pulling out a bottle of wine, he opened it up and checked the time, figuring you would be down pretty soon.

Upstairs you were finishing your shower, your head tilted back into the spray and fingers scrubbing out your conditioner when you happened to look towards the showers curtain and saw what looked like Andy standing there. “Andy? You trying to sneak in with me for a few minutes?” You rubbed the water from your face, expecting to hear an answer. 

“Andy?” You looked again and the shape moved like they were about to get in, but there still isn't an answer. 

“Are the kids okay? Andy?” you frowned and went to move the curtain, to open it and when you looked around it, there was nothing. No one was standing there, the door was still shut, and you could feel your heart race a bit. You suddenly didn't want to be there anymore when your chest tightened in discomfort, you knew you saw someone on the other side of the curtain, and was sure of it. A chill ran up your spine and you hurriedly rushed to turn the water off and get out. Drying off, you hurried off into the bedroom, completely missing the whisper of your name as well as a figure moving out of the fogged up mirror, leaving behind the word ‘Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em’ streaked through the condensation. 

Dressing, you made your way downstairs to see everyone Andy and Jacob laughing about something while picking at toppings of their pizza slices to pop in their mouth,  the kids sitting at the table, legs swinging as they peeled off bits of cheese. You approached to peek in the box, grabbing a piece of pepperoni, and Andy hugged you from behind, his beard tickling your neck as he hummed against your ear. 

“Feel better Mrs.Barber?” 

“I will feel better if there is a glass of wine with my name on it.” You chuckled and he was quick to hand you one. Sipping from it, you set it aside and turned in his arms, cupping his face in your hands. “Now I’m much better, thank you.” Tilting up you gave him an affectionate kiss, John and Cassidy making eww noises and Andy chuckled against your lips at them. 

“Man, we're trying to eat. Take it to your room.” Jacob joked from the other side of the counter, and Andy gave a smug look at his son. “We probably will later.” Jacobs scowl had you covering your mouth in a laugh and you finally reached for a slice of pizza, nipping at the tip.  

Dinner was eaten, and after Jacob goes to his room, and the kids are in bed all tucked in, you go to the bedroom with wine glass in hand, Andy is stretched out on the bed to relax for the first time that day. You set your wine glass aside on the dresser, and go to work on hanging Andy’s suits in the closet before going to lay down, unsettled a bit as you look towards the bathroom. 

“Andy, you didn’t happen to come into the bathroom when I was in there, did you?” 

He looked up from his phone with a curious furrow to his brow. “No, I was downstairs with the kids the whole time. Why?” 

You shrug as you hang another suit up, coming out of the closet and picking up another. “I just thought I saw someone in the bathroom, and when I opened the curtain, nothing. I think I'm just over tired.” you admitted, and he opens his mouth to say something when your phone rings. You turn away to go back in the closet, and Andy stretches out to grab it off your side of the night stand. He doesn't bother to see who it is, but swipes his thumb across the answer button while keeping an eye on you. 

“Barber residence?” 

You are humming while fixing the suits so they don't wrinkle. 

“Of course, here she is.” He lowered the phone and “Y/N, it's your mom.” 

You brighten when you hear who it is, and flick off the light to the closet. You swear you hear a muffled growl behind you, and turn towards the sound with a frown when Andy gets your attention once more. “You have to tell her to stop gushing over me baby.” He winks teasing as he rolls up off the bed, and you scoff at him with a smack to his chest while taking the phone. Tumbling on the bed and getting comfy, you raise the phone to your ear. “Hey mom! Yes, we're all settled, kids are in bed, but you call tomorrow, you can skype with them. They would love to see you.” 

Andy feels a chill up his neck and he rubs at his arms, lowering to settle his hand over the heating grate. It feels like a heavy draft coming through and he glances up at you, mouthing. “You feel chilly babe?” 

You shake your head in a no while still listening to your mother. “Oh mom, you will love it. Plenty of room for you to come stay as well. Maybe at Christmas time? We have the most perfect family room for a good big family Christmas.” 

Andy heads out of the room while you're on the phone, sure the heater in the basement isn't turned on even though he knew that he had someone come in before to turn all of it on to get ready for them. Quick to go down to the first floor, he went into the kitchen and flicked on the basement light. 

The lights flickered several times like they were about to go out. Once it became steady, he went down the creaking stairs and rubbed his hand against his arms looking around the dimly lit basement. Basements always felt awkward. He knew there wouldn't be anything to be necessarily scared of, but they always seemed hidden away from sight, where secrets of the house might be kept. Even now when peering into the dark corners of the interior, he shivered in distrust of the shadows. 

Andy it's just a basement. He would scold himself as he crossed the icy cement floor, and tried to ignore what he thought was his imagination. 

A shadow shifted, darker than the shadows of normal for an old house. It stalked along behind the man. Andy went over to the heating system, a state of the art boiler system that was almost brand new, having been installed when the previous owners updated the house. 

Now Andy wasn't any expert in heaters, so when he squatted down, he looked along the switches, that all appeared to be in the on position, which he flicked anyways. He also leaned down to see the pilot light was still on, which it flickered reassuringly when he peeked. 

He leaned back up with a frown, and while he was sitting there on the cold basement floor, a bone chilling coldness stabbed him in the back, paralyzing his spine, and the hair on Andy's body bristled as he heard something shuffle behind him. His chest ached in a panic that made breathing  almost impossible. A dread settled on him, sunk from his shoulders and down through his body. 

This must be what a condemned man must feel like. 

His eyes squeezed shut and he fought to turn around. He had to turn around, see what was coming for him. Andy felt it come closer, the air around him freezing cold that he felt it burn with each breath that he inhaled and released. Could feel something hover near the back of his neck, like it was just about to reach out and snatch his life. Rational thought had gone into hiding, now was just the sudden fear for his soul, and he whipped around suddenly when he broke from it to see nothing. 

Absolutely nothing was behind him. 

Cursing as he gasped in relief, the memory of impending death turning into fear and scolding himself for being afraid of nothing, he pulled himself up off the floor to a stand. Andy’s heart was still racing as if it was going to crash out of his chest cavity, but he ignored it while he slammed the panel shut, and looked to see one of the heating ducts. Pressing his hand against it, a sudden hum came and a rush of warm air breezed against his palm. 

“Fucking finally” He growled, and started to make his way back upstairs, what Andy missed was the hissing from the duct work, barely audible. “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.” As he started up the stairs, he shivered again and a racking cough exploded from his chest out of nowhere. 

The shadow seemed to crouch further in its hiding place with a flash of red orbs before swirling away into nothingness. 

He continued coughing as he went up the stairs, weariness coming over him. When he went into the bedroom, You sat up with a teasing look on his face. “Get that heater running Andy?” 

Settling on the end of the bed, he started to peel off his shirt, and you scooted over, rubbing at his back while kissing the back of his neck. “Mmhh, yes I did Y/N. Can we not tonight Love?” He looked over his shoulder and smiled weakly. “Not feeling my best tonight.” 

You pulled back with understanding, and ran your hand down his back and nodded. “Of course Baby, long day.” 

Andy eased back and opened his arms for you to settle in. Your head went on his shoulder, and soon he coughed hard, pulling away from you to lay on his side. Frowning in worry, you settle into your spot and fall asleep.

Once he fell asleep, Andy did nothing but dream awful dreams all night. Dreams filled with him staring at you at the end of a rifle, finger on the trigger to ease it back with a click. Images of Jacob, John and Cassidy running away from him to race into bedrooms and slam the door shut on him. Something cackling from the walls, constantly whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” till Andy was trying to smother the sound under his palms. Waking with a jerk, he doubled over in the early morning light, coughing again and shivering in the cold.

[alisaspages]

FOOD//Peter Parker

Fem x Peter Parker

TW// eating disorder

Peter and I have been together since we were born. We’ve been dating since we were 13 after ignoring each other two years straight. He quickly confessed his love after I said sorry. We’re now 15. We’re pretty young. He’s spider-man. And I pretty much begged him to have Tony make me a multi-million dollar suit to make me spider-girl. He said no. But then I talked to Steve who got him to make me my own avenger suit. But technically I’m not an avenger yet.

My hero name is Y/H/N and Tony says my suit is made from a special metal but he won’t tell me what type. I let him experiment on me and use me as a lab rat. I came out with super strength, telekinesis, and teleportation. Bucky taught me how to use knives. Today we were all going for dinner as a kind gesture from Tony. Actually Pepper convinced him.

We went as fancy as we could. I showed up in this:

I went inside and the waitress lead me to our table. I really didn’t want to come. I only said yes for Nat and Peter. “Hi guys” I waved. Peter stared in awe and I blushed. They all looked shocked. “You look like a girl?” Tony said confused. Most times they’d seen me I was wearing baggie clothes and beanies. “Uhh thanks?” I said quietly. Peter pat the spot next to him and I sat next to him on the soft padded chair. I kissed him “hi Spider-boy.” He blushed “you look ravishing. Pretty. Gorgeous.” I giggled a little pleased by the comments and excitement “thanks love.” I held his hand under the table.

Lately I hadn’t been eating since I started gaining weight. I didn’t tell anyone. Peter came over one evening and saw me in a crop top and shorts for the first time I quickly covered myself up and he turned away “sorry. Go ahead and change I’ll wait.” Was all he said squeezing his eyes shut at the wall. He made me dinner the day after that. I gave it to my dogs while he wasn’t looking and I felt so bad.

First the appetizers came. It was nachos, I glanced at it then looked at my feet. “Y/N have some.” Steve said kindly. I shook my head “I’m gonna save myself for the main course. Thanks though.” He nodded and the waitress pulled out her notepad the second time since we’d arrived “what would you like to drink?” She asked looking at me first. I let out a loud sigh “uhhh.. water.” Peter looked at me with concern and whispered “you okay? Usually you eat a lot and order a lot of soda?” I nodded “just tired. Sorry babe.” My eyelids were heavy and usually I’d drink a monster to help at this time but I couldn’t. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I kept you up all night building my legos with Ned.” I shrugged “it’s okay.” I said kissing his cheek. When we looked back up it was his turn “uhhh coke?” The waitress nodded and was gone within seconds. My stomach grumbled and I tensed knowing Peter heard it. “C’mon love. Eat.” I shook my head “no it’s not that. Yesterday my mom made something absolutely gross and my stomach kind of hurts.” I felt awful lying to him. But I had to stay perfect for him. I was desperate to have Natashas body. Wandas. Even peppers. I would take anyone’s body over mine. I have stretch marks on my thighs, I’m over the average weight for my age, I have a heat allergy, and I’m very short. The list goes on forever. Not to mention the acne.

After ordering our main courses which mine was just a salad, Steve and Natasha looked at me funny “you love this restaurant? You love steak!” Steve said in a confused tone “Yeah… what’s wrong? You seem off.” By this point I wasn’t seeing straight. I missed going to the gym today so that I wouldn’t look so pale. It’s been at least a week. This was bound to happen sooner or later. “Yeah. Just my mom made this terrible meatloaf yesterday. I’m still recovering.” What I didn’t know was aunt May would be coming. She sent food home for me and my mom and I just put it in the fridge. She came in “Hey guys. Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find my dress.” I choked on my water and coughed “sorry. Hi aunt May.” She waved “how was the food last night?” I shrugged drowsily “I ate my mom’s meatloaf. Sorry May.” She rose a brow “I thought that was for tomorrow?” Fuck. I shook my head “she changed her mind.” May nodded and I rested my head on Peters shoulder. Our food came and May ordered. I poked and prodded at my food and Natasha sighed loudly “okay I’ve seen enough why aren’t you eating?” I shrugged “I’m not feeling well.” She rolled her eyes “Y/N I know you better than you know yourself what’s going on?” I sighed standing up and wobbling “shut up. Stop asking me if I’m fine for gods sakes.” Oh no. Nononono. Fuck. I stumbled and Steve, Peter, and Natasha jumped out of there seats. I closed my eyes but they weren’t opening up again. I felt myself tumble into someone’s arms. Warm and stringy. Peter.

When I opened my eyes again I was connected to a couple tubes and wires but I wasn’t at the hospital. I knew this room too well. I was in the Avengers tower. “Morning.” Tony said smiling. I rolled over and he called the Avengers in. “She’s fine.” He said when Steve and Natasha bursted in right behind Peter. “How are you feeling?” Steve asked concerned. I only shrugged. I needed energy “Can I have a monster?” I asked as I sat up slowly. Peter shook his head “No. Mj called. She told me about your little diet! You can’t live off of monsters and water.” I sighed “it doesn’t matter.” He shook his head faster tears in his eyes. “No! I love you. So it does matter because I need you.” He put a hand on my cheek “why? You’re so beautiful.” I shook my head as the others came in.

I looked at them then looked at Peter. “Look at the girls. Look at Natasha. Everyone falls at their feet. Look at aunt May and Pepper. Look at Wanda. Look at them.” He looked at them confused “I don’t get it.” I shook my head looking at the floor, tears spilling out. “They are so perfect. They have nice boobs and good Ass. They are the perfect weight. They can just eat and still look like fucking Models Peter. Everyone wants to be them or is in love with them. I’d kill to look like them. Natasha knelt “I didn’t get this way starving myself sweetheart.” I looked away and Steve knelt on the other side of me “you’re so beautiful. You don’t have to look like Natasha. Or Pepper or Wanda or Sharon or anyone that isn’t you. You like being yourself don’t you?” I nodded and looked at Loki and Thor “Liz and Flash were making fun of me for it. Liz said I was hideous. Flash said I was worse than Ned. So I stood up for Ned but I couldn’t seem to do the same for me.” Loki pulled his daggers out and I shook my head “I was so frozen. It was pathetic.” Banner shook his head “that’s not pathetic. It’s okay to be scared sometimes. It’s not your fault.”

I hid my face in the crook of peters neck holding Steve’s hand. Steve was always my favourite and he was even my crush. But nobody went over Peters head. “Mj kept telling me I was pretty but it’s so easy for you guys to talk. You have hot perfect bodies. Like Steve has really hot abs. Because they aren’t like “I’ll crush you” abs but they’re “let’s cuddle and kiss” abs. Natashas body is self explanatory, and Peter. Oh Peter. You have the cutest face ever and that one time I saw you in your boxers- oh my god. Whatever! Point in fact is you’re all so perfect and ripped and you probably have really big-“ Peter slapped a hand over my mouth “okay. That’s enough talking.” I giggled a bit.

After that it took me a while to get back to my regular eating habits. But someone would always check in. I was only given rehab monsters till I could stop drinking them all together. They agreed not to tell my family as long as I ate properly. It was fun being able to eat whatever I wanted again. But I still felt conscious about my weight so Nat would help me find better ways to lose weight. We always dragged Wanda Pepper Steve May Peter and Tony to the gym. Often, Steve would bring Bucky and Sharon. I mostly just felt the urge to punch Sharon. Pepper would even bring Maria. Though I was getting healthier I was still finding that I wasn’t always feeling good. Steve said it’s because I have to stop staying up and playing with Peters lego but Nat thinks it’s just my body getting back into its old habits. Tony said it’s from listening to anything Steve says and Bruce says that it’s normal and my body is detoxing or something. Peter just likes to give me cuddles and kisses and belly rubs. Fury tells me he just wants everyone to shut up. Thor thinks I might not be able to go back to normal.

I hope you guys liked, it’s my first time writing about things like this so I hope you enjoyed it :)

[otherworldly-realms]

some litg s2 interactions

Bobby: MC?

MC: Yeah?

Bobby: I need you.

MC: For?

Bobby: Forever?

MC, blushing: Oh. Um, okay.

~

Noah: The starry sky is beautiful tonight…

MC: Yeah, you know who else is beautiful?

Noah, blushing: Who?

MC: Bobby.

Bobby in the background: Let's McFreakin' lose it! GeT oUt oF YoUr mInD!

~

Marisol: Okay MC, politics can get so ugly. Can you give us an example of the time when you made peace with someone you didn't see eye to eye with?

MC, a politics student: Well, Marisol. About 5 minutes ago, I looked across at Miss Blake...and realized that she was ugly. And I'm at peace with that.

Lottie: *chokes on water*

Henrik: *nervous laughter*

~

After the disaster recoupling.

Hope: So, how did everybody feel?

Jakub, unbothered: About what?

Everyone: *looks around bewildered, avoiding eye contact*

MC, back at the beach hut: Um, what the fuck??? This man took--

Hope:--Sooo, how did everybody feel?

~

MC: Are you in a Whitesnake video? What are you doing over there?

Priya, feeling her oats in the dressing room: I'm feeling my oats. Let me feel my oatsss

MC, at the beach hut: When I first met Priya, I didn't like her,

Priya, spritzing her perfume around: You lady boy? You lady boy?

MC, smiling softly: Now...she's kinda grown on me, like a rash.

~

MC: I think I have Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent, and so does Lozza.

MC: Jo has talent.

MC: Jo is unique...I can see that.

MC: Nerve?

MC: She had the nerve to have that ugly-ass haircut. She had the nerve to question my position as Queen of Shopping, then ask for nachos. I'll give that to her.

MC: Charisma??? No, I don't see any. She's just U.N.T.

~

Bobby, lying on the floor with his forehead pressed against the oven: I like it on Bake Off when they do this, it's like they really care.

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicMas20 Day 3: Married in Vegas

I hope December is treating everyone well <3 Today’s offering is ‘Married in Vegas’. G requested it to be included in FicMas months ago, and it’s here. In pieces, because I may have over-estimated how ‘ready’ it was to be seen. 

It also degenerated into something terribly depressing, when I was definitely going for something happier, rom-com meets coming of age, so large chunks definitely need to be rewritten.  

Oh, and if you want more of a specific fic, you NEED to tell me, or it will simply languish on my harddrive, forgotten forever.  

Onwards!

--

I meet him on a Thursday night, in the shitty little bar where I work. We talk, he drinks, and then he leaves.

By Saturday night, I am Mrs Alice Whitlock-Hale, with a ring bought from some cheap jewellery vendor and a plastic flower crown in my hair.

It was the best night of my life.

--

Okay, so I could start at the beginning. But the true beginning is a four-year-old girl being left behind when her mom runs away with her baby sister, and the middle is when, at fourteen, that girl is thrown out of her father’s house. She tries to go home once, at sixteen, only to find out that her dad and step-monster moved away. Left the state and left her behind without so much as a forwarding address.

But that story is depressing as hell, so we’ll start when things get interesting.

My ‘husband’ – Jasper Whitlock-Hale - was a strapping 6-foot-something soldier fresh from his last tour – honourably discharged, he was quick to inform me when we first met, and I could tell that was a point of some pride for him.  

I worked at a bar called ‘Sassy’s’. It had been opened in the 70s and I was pretty sure it hadn’t been cleaned or redecorated since those halcyon days. The current owner was Bruno – his son, Emil, was the manager. They were both decent, in that they paid me on time and never groped me. It’s pretty sad when those factors qualify as ‘decent’, but you tend not to be too picky when you’re applying for work at places like ‘Sassy’s’.

Especially when you’re an underage runaway.

How were we still in business? Well, we did dollar beers after nine at night (it wasn’t good beer), and we served pretty good nachos, and we had a huge flat-screen television. Oh, and we ignored any kind of gambling that happened in the dark corners.

It started off as a totally normal night – the usual crowd waiting for their cheap beers, wiping down sticky tables, and killing time. If I was lucky, there wouldn’t be any decent sports playing tonight, and no one would bitch much if I switched the channel over.

He walked through the door just after nine, limping quite obviously. He was wearing a button-down shirt, jeans and a worn leather jacket. He looked kind of haunted – but that isn’t exactly unusual in Vegas; if you don’t arrive with regrets, you’re probably going to leave with them.

He also looked too young, too clean and way too promising to be a patron at Sassy’s. I was slinging beer at that point, as he approached.  

“Beer, please,” he said as he sat at the bar.

“Dollar, thanks,” I said with a smile, grabbing a chipped – but clean – glass, and grabbed a dish of peanuts. They were pretty good – more than often, they were my dinner.

“Thanks,” he nodded once, staring at the amber liquid for a moment. He looked exhausted.

I kept working – stacking fresh glasses, packing the dirty ones into the ancient dishwasher behind the bar that Bruno had installed last summer, so proudly. Pretty sure it was older than me, but it meant that I didn’t have to deal with the washing-up anymore, so I smiled and thanked him, as if I didn’t spend at least half a shift trying to get the damned thing to work.

“Mija!” Luis ducked his head out of the kitchen, passing me a plate.

“Thanks,” I said. “Need a drink?”

“Nah, just fine girly.”

Luis had it easy. He was in college, so this was a part-time gig for him – he only came in two nights a week. He earned twice what I earned, but we didn’t get as many orders for food, so he got to sit in the tiny-ass kitchen (seriously, two people couldn’t fit back there) and study. He’d make me dinner every shift we worked together, which was nice of him. Tonight was grilled cheese.

On quiet nights, I liked to prop the kitchen door open, and sit on the bar and listen to him talk about his classes while I ate. He was always hinting about me going to college, about financial assistance and scholarships, but it just wasn’t going to happen for me.

I had a mouthful of food when the group in the corner started yelling for more drinks. These guys knew Bruno and Emil, so I had to tolerate their smart-ass mouths. They liked to tease the ‘princess’ who worked there. I got that from a lot of regulars, but these guys liked to imply that I was a whore, and tell me they’d wait for me after work to ‘test me out’.

Luis said it was because they were testing me, and they were pissed that Bruno never fired the white girl. Camila, one of the ex-waitresses, was the daughter of one of them and that was why they never tipped me. A form of protest. I never breathed a word about it, and treated them just as well as any other customer.

“Beers, gentlemen,” I said, sliding the tray onto the table. “Can I get you anything else?”

“I’ll say,” one of them leered and another slapped me on the ass. I rolled my eyes and turned to go back to the bar.

“Rough night?” the guy at the bar said as I returned.

“What? Oh, them,” I shrugged, picking up my sandwich. “They’re here every night.”

“They act like that all the time?” he asked.

“Yeah, but they’re just blowing off steam. Don’t like that I kept my job and one of their daughters didn’t,” I said. “Can I get you another?”

“Please.” He watched me move carefully. “What’s your name?”

“Mary,” I said, placing another beer in front of him, and grabbing a soda for myself.

“Jasper, ma’am,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Jasper. You from around here?”

--

By closing time, Jasper had nursed four beers and half my sandwich – which he inhaled like he hadn’t eaten in a while. We’d chatted. He’d just returned from his third tour in the Middle East – he didn’t say much about that, though I heard some pride in his voice when he mentioned it.

We talked about Vegas a bit, about the things he missed when he was overseas (his aunt’s chocolate cake, the cool forests of Washington state, and books). He was just passing through Vegas, here for a few days. Trying to adjust back to civilian life.

He stayed as I cleaned up, loading the dishwasher and scrubbing down the benches and tables. He watched as David and Sammy came up to pay, smirking as I leant over the bar to reach the money, giving them an unwilling flash of my pitiful cleavage.

All twenty-six dollars of it, in crumpled bills.

“Thanks,” I smiled brightly, handing them a receipt and a package of matches with the logo on it. They grunted at me and left. Their table was a mess of napkins, peanuts and glasses.

“Hope they tipped you well,” Jasper said as he watched me load the tray.

“Oh, they don’t tip. They hate me,” I said, as I piled the garbage onto a tray.

“How long were they here?”

“Since five. It’s fine, really,” I said. “It’s tradition.”

“No, it’s being an asshole,” Jasper muttered.

Luis chose that moment to leave the kitchen, bag on his shoulder.

“It’s closing time,” he sung at me, just like every night. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!”

I snorted. “Well, Jasper, it’s been nice talking to you, but I have to lock up,” I said with a little regret. He was a nice guy, and nice guys didn’t spend a lot of time at Sassy’s.

“Do you need a lift home?” he offered and then froze. “Sorry, that sounded really… seedy. I was going to offer to split a cab.”

“Thank you, but Luis gives me a lift,” I said.

“Okay. Do … you work any other nights this week?” he asked, almost shyly.

Luis was doing his best to be invisible, grabbing the trash and dragging it out the back.

“Tomorrow morning, from eleven til seven, I said. “Beer is full-priced, I’m sorry to say.”

“Okay. Thanks. It was nice talking to you,” he said again, fumbling with his words.

“You too. And if I don’t see you again, have a good time in Vegas,” I said, and, leaving money tucked under his glass, Jasper finally rose and limped out.

I sighed; dumping the glass in the sink and counting out the four dollars for the till, I jammed the tip into my bra. There wasn’t much else to do – I was opening tomorrow; we opened from 11am til 1am, so it would be me who unpacked the soda in the backroom, and the glasses and ran a mop over the perpetually sticky floor. So I could go into the kitchen and change out of my uniform and go and find Luis.

Once the hot pink wig was peeled off, my black hair stuck clammily to my face. My make-up had mostly melted off and it was a relief to tug on my leggings and hoodie and grab my bag.

Luis was waiting for me in the car as I locked up.

“So, you and soldier boy,” he began as soon as I got in.

“Ugh, really?” I pulled my tip out of my bra. “He was alone, and flirting with the waitress. Won’t see him again.” It had been a quiet night – fourteen dollars, plus whatever Jasper had left me. I mean, on average, I made maybe twenty-five dollars in tips a night.

And I stared. Two twenty dollar bills were staring at me, along with six dollars. A forty six dollar tip for four dollar beers. And half a cold grilled cheese sandwich.

“No, he didn’t like you at all,” Luis drawled.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, but inside I was giddy. He was dashing, and smart and polite. And now I could make my rent.

“Here were are. Sleep well,” Luis pulled up in front of the apartment block.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said, spinning my keys around my finger, and headed home.

The apartment block was a grim brick building of roughly eighty apartments. I lived in number 48. Well, I rented a room in number 48. The apartment was really Victoria’s. Victoria had two kids and never actually told me what she did for a living. Nothing would surprise me. She was a bitch, didn’t give a shit about her kids, but rented out the third closet-sized bedroom complete with air mattress and a locked closet full of canned soup to me for the princely sum of eighty bucks a week.

//

What did I know about my new husband?

He walked with a limp – I was guessing an injury that got him discharged from the military.

He had a twin sister – one he spoke of with equal parts affection and irritation.  

He liked history – American military history, specifically.

He was raised in Texas, until his mother died when he was 10. He and his sister were packed off to live with his mom’s best friend and her husband in the wilds of Washington state, where he stayed until he finished high school. He never mentioned his father.

And he was a consummate gentleman.

I, on the other hand, lied my head off.

Well, I only told the usual lies – I was 21, earning money for college, hoping to be a nurse one day. Oh, and when he asked about my family, I told him they were dead. It was better to keep it simple, it meant there were no questions.

We got married on the Strip, Saturday night.

And when he woke up Sunday morning looking hilariously horrified at the fact we got married, I might have exaggerated how drunk I was.

That makes me sound like the worst kind of person, and I don’t think I am, really.

I mean, he was dressed very nicely, he had a black AmEx, and was clearly educated. But I didn’t want to take advantage of him, truly. I wasn’t looking for money or anything. He was so nice, so handsome and he made me feel safe. And before she left me, my mom always told me that life was meant to be full of adventures, and I had to get out there and grab them with both hands. She didn’t leave me with many good memories, so I kind of held onto that advice.

Just once, for a moment, I wanted to pretend to be the type of girl who could marry someone like Jasper Whitlock. The kind of girl who got to stay in beautiful hotel suites.

He kept apologising to me, seemingly more shocked that I had slept on the hotel couch than the idea we had gotten drunk, married and might have had sex. He looked completely panicked, pacing and muttering and staring at me like a stranger.

I took advantage of the giant bathtub and the endless selection of bath gels and lotions whilst he tried to be subtle about the panicked phone calls he was making, his knuckles white as he gripped the damning piece of paper that declared us husband and wife in the state of Nevada.

I emerged smelling of cherry blossoms and lavender. I mean, I only had the previous night’s clothes – my black mini-skirt, leggings, a Sassy’s tank top and my poor flats – but at least I was clean and tidy.

“I need to shower,” Jasper managed as I came out. “There’s coffee and juice if you want something.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

As I went to grab a drink, his phone buzzed and I looked down to see the messages flash across the screen, one after the other.

ROSALIE (CELL) 9:17:04am: Cut the tramp loose. C spoke to E & u can annul when u get home. JFC.

CARLISLE (WORK) 9:17:11am: I’ve spoken to Eleazer, and he’s willing to work this out.

EDWARD (CELL) 9:17:24am: Tell me this is a joke or something. Rosalie keeps shrieking every time she calls.

ESME (CELL) 9:17:31am: Rosalie told us. Bring her home with you and we can fix it. Love you XOXO

BELLA (iMessage) 9:17:49am: R u ok? Saw on R’s FB what happened.

EMMETT (CELL) 9:18:00am: Did u srsly marry a stripper in Vegas?!?

EMMETT (CELL) 9:18:09am: Rose is losing her shit. Nice knowing u.

EMMETT (CELL) 9:18:34am: At least send pix of what she looks like dude.

I turned away from the phone, though it was fascinating watching the messages pop up. My cellphone was a beat-up second-hand Sidekick Tiffy had given me for my seventeenth birthday, the back bedazzled in pink and purple, and the only text messages I got were from Luis, Emil and Bruno, about work.

Or Victoria, bitching about the rent.

I grabbed my drink and sat on the couch, flipping on the television whilst I waited for Jasper to finish in the shower. He emerged, looking calmer, though pale and hung over, snatching up his phone, with a towel slung around his hips. I tried not to stare – goddamnit, this guy should not be marrying strange bartenders in Vegas. He would have absolutely no trouble getting a date. I knew I was bright red, refocusing on whatever cartoons were playing on the screen.

Jasper took me to breakfast at the hotel restaurant afterwards - I felt super underdressed with my sweater over my top, as I was served the fanciest eggs I had ever seen. Jasper crumbled a bagel up and drank about a gallon of coffee, barely meeting my eyes. I figured I might as well take advantage of my wedding breakfast, and also helped myself to fruit salad that included fruits I wasn’t aware were even available in America, and a doughnut that looked hand-painted with icing.

“I have some appointments today,” Jasper said, finally, when he finally pushed his plate aside. “We could meet for dinner later.”

I popped the last bite of doughnut into my mouth and wondered if he was planning on leaving town, leaving me behind.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

--

I had the day off, surprisingly enough. Normally on my days off, I had plans – sometimes I worked for a catering firm I was registered with, for some extra cash. Sometimes I’d hit the thrift stores to try and pad out my meagre wardrobe, or go and sketch or read in the park. I hated hanging around the apartment, since Victoria, James and Laurent kept unpredictable hours and could be there all day.

But today, I had nowhere to be. My phone needed charging and I could do with a few extra hours of sleep – a headache was definitely lingering. Plus, if breakfast was any indication, I needed to dress up for dinner. I was pretty sure that breakfast had cost more than my entire wardrobe. But I had one dress that was passable.

Luckily, the apartment was empty when I slipped in and collapsed into my bed, noticing only for a second that the hotel couch was far and away more comfortable than the ancient air mattress Victoria provided.

I was woken at five pm by a text message from Jasper.

360-555-0134 5:03:44pm: My meetings are done. Just heading back to the hotel for a shower. Our reservation is for 7:30pm. Pick you up at 7?

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face – I hadn’t been sure I’d ever hear from Jasper again. But he was taking me out to a fancy dinner. Hell, I would have been over the moon if we went to a movie and ate hot dogs in a park. Flipping open the keyboard, I tapped out a response.

775-555-0182 5:04:59pm: Sounds good – am sending my address. Hope your day was good.

I had two hours to get ready for the fanciest meal of my life.

I could so do this.

—

Considering my resources, I didn’t think I looked too bad. I’d left my hair loose, since I didn’t own a curling wand or straightener, and managed to paint my nails with the half-empty bottle of nude pink I’d found amongst my stuff.

My dress was a black polyester number I had fished out of a basket at the thrift store and had cost me eight dollars. It was a baby-doll style and I thought it made me look older. My shoes were black wedges that were nowhere near fancy enough, but I didn’t own any proper heels.

I had run to the drug store around the corner for a lipstick, a deep crimson that made me feel much older and more glamorous. The effect was somewhat spoilt by the fact I didn’t own a decent coat, just a purple cardigan and a hoodie. And the only purse I owned was a silver crossbody-bag that looked like I had only paid two dollars for it.

At seven on the dot, I emerged from my room to find Victoria, the kids, James and Laurent eating pizza.

“Look at you, baby,” James was practically drooling as I walked through, jamming my wallet and phone into the tiny bag. “Told you she was gorgeous.”

Laurent made a non-committal sound but his gaze never left my legs, ew.

“Where are you going?” Victoria demanded, glaring at me. She definitely preferred me as skinny, bedraggled Mary instead of girly Alice.

“I have a date,” I said.

“A date? Finally working for the money, Mary?” Victoria said. “Thought you were too good for that.”

I made a face at her. “A date. With a guy. Where he takes me to dinner and we talk.”

“You didn’t come home last night,” Victoria said carelessly, and I caught a dark look pass over James’ face. “Excuse me for assuming that you’d come to your senses.”

I swallowed my vulgar response and grabbed my keys. “Don’t wait up.”  

//

My stuff was packed up – in the end, I had only a small duffle bag and my messenger bag of stuff for nineteen years of life.

Jasper was planning on driving back to Forks over two or three days. He had considered – and offered – to pay for us to fly back, but I’d never been in an airplane before, and figured a road-trip would give me time to prepare to meet Jasper’s family.

//

I wasn’t expecting it. Not for James to half-punch, half-slap me, and shake me by the throat. I couldn’t breathe, my lungs burning, slightly disoriented from the blows.

James half-threw me against the fridge, the handle digging into my back. I dropped my bags as he grabbed me by the scruff of the shirt and pulled me back towards him.

“You think you can leave?” he spat at me. “Stupid bitch, think you’re better than this?”

I tried to pull away, but I was too small.

“You’re just like Vic. Just like ‘em all. You’ll come crawling back when that prick gets bored,” he purred at me, one hand sliding down my stomach and I suddenly was terrified. “I’m not picky, I’ll take you back – when you beg.”

“James.”

We both jerked around to see Laurent standing in the doorway, with one of Victoria’s daughters in tow.

James pasted a bright smile on his face. “Just sayin’ good bye to Mary here. Takin’ her chances in sunny California.”

Laurent looked from me to him and shrugged. “Coming?”

James looked back at me and sneered. “Yeah. The trash can take herself out.”

Within seconds, they were gone, and I was alone. I span on my heel and headed to the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My throat was red, where he’d shaken me, and my eye and cheek were already swelling – and my lip was split. My back and shoulder ached, plus my right ankle was tender.

Thankfully, the collar of my cardigan would cover up my throat, and my sunglasses would cover up my eye. Hopefully, my lip would stop bleeding by then. Nothing that indicated James had hurt me. But I didn’t want to hang around, in case he came back.

Snagging my bags off the floor, I dropped my keys on the kitchen table and fled apartment 48 for the final time.

--

Jasper was waiting in the bar with a coffee and the paper when I showed up. I’d tried so hard to dress nicely – a blue shirtdress and lavender leggings – but the women in the hotel foyer made me look like a middle school student.

“Hi,” I smiled as I reached the table.

“Good morning,” Jasper said, jumping up to take my bags. “Can I get you anything?”

“An oj?” I asked, looking around at the fancy surroundings. I wasn’t sure anything as pedestrian as an orange had ever crossed the threshold of this place.

“Certainly.” A hotel employee suddenly appeared at Jasper’s elbow. “Could you put these bags with mine? And the lady would like an orange juice, and perhaps the brunch menu?”

“Of course, Mr Whitlock,” the employee said.

I wriggled around in my seat, gazing around the bar. One woman was wearing the most incredible red and gold heels, and another had an embroidered floral dress that was to die for.

“The hotel had some computer difficulties this morning – we should be able to leave soon,” Jasper said to me, drawing my attention back to him. “I’d like to make it to Boise tonight.”

“Sounds good,” I said, as a waiter swept to my side, placing the fanciest glass of juice in front of me, and a tasselled menu. “Thank you.”

“I’ve already eaten,” Jasper said, looking guilty. “Early start. But please, get whatever you want.”

“O-kay,” I said. I wasn’t very hungry, and my throat hurt after James’ assault, but I needed to eat – I wasn’t sure if we’d stop for lunch. Rule number one was never, ever turn down free food.

A hotel employee appeared at Jasper’s elbow the second my breakfast plate was cleared, to let us know that the ‘issues’ had been fixed, and our luggage was in the car.

It was happening. We were going.

Mary-Alice Brandon: now leaving Las Vegas.

//

The motel was neat and pretty clean, with two double beds and a TV. We’d grabbed burgers through drive-thru, and were ready to settle in for the night.

I had some ancient pj bottoms and a tank top to sleep in, and didn’t think of anything else as I left the bathroom, my hair hanging loose.

“What the hell happened to you?” Jasper was at my side in a second, his eyes wide.

“What?” I gave him a confused look, and belatedly realised that my make-up was washed off and in my tank top my throat was bared, the bruises that James had given me so much darker and angrier than before.

“Oh, um, my landlord’s boyfriend had a problem with me leaving,” I said uncomfortably.

“Jesus,” he murmured. “We can find a doctor in the morning.”

I waved it off. “I’ve got painkillers in my purse. Just have to wait til I heal.”

//

Jasper was determined to buy me clothing as soon as we finished breakfast, and I gave up and let him drive me to the Gap outlet. It was a novelty to be able to purchase whatever I need, something I wasn’t used to, as I carefully chose jeans and dresses. I also picked up a winter parka on sale, when Jasper warned me how wet and cold Forks was.

But when Jasper went to pay, he gave me a Look. “My sister spends more on a single pair of shoes,” he grumbled at me as I gathered my bags.

“I’ve got everything I need, I swear,” I said. “Probably too much, honestly.”

//

On the way from Seattle, I tried to memorise everything about Jasper’s family and friends, so not to fuck this up worse than it already was.

There were his ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, Esme and Carlisle. They had one biological son, Edward, who was 22 and married to Isabella, with a toddler named something strange. Ness, Jasper called her.

Jasper’s twin sister, Rosalie, was engaged to a man named Emmett, who was also one of Jasper’s best friends. They were building a house in Forks, and were getting married at the end of the year.

Jasper’s best friends were Emmett and a man named Peter, Jasper’s roommate in college, who now worked at a law firm in Seattle and had a girlfriend named Charlotte whom Jasper called ‘an angel’, and designed wedding dresses.

I felt like I needed flashcards.

[krokonoko]

Lacho fake marriage AU outline

@sob-dylan after your messages I spent the entire day thinking about that Lalo/Nacho fake dating/marriage AU and while I can’t give this fandom the 30 chapter slow burn fanfic it deserves, I can give you my rundown of one!

Lalo’s an ambitionless spoilt little brat in his mid 40’s who always thought he could just coast through life, party and have a good time and fuck whoever he wants. Which was the case, until he screws up really bad and it’s revealed to everyone in no unclear details that he’s gay as the night is dark. He thought it wouldn’t be a big deal, that tio Hector would just turn a blind eye to it like he usually does. But this time, it’s different, and Lalo is running danger of getting disowned - in a best case scenario.

And that… actually hurts Lalo. Pissed and sulky that his own family, who he’d do everything for, is so ready to just throw him out over something as trivial as this, he actually starts developing some ambition. They wanna disown him? They won’t be able to, if he’s their boss. He’s gonna show them. He’s gonna show them all.

So he actually starts rivalling Hector’s son for position of Don Hector’s successor. (I’d say Hector never ended up in a wheelchair cuz he’d lend himself perfectly for an antagonistic power in the story.) There’s just one problem: Lalo’s got to be married for the job. Now he COULD just get himself a fake girlfriend - or he could piss everyone who spurned him off even more and get married to a guy. Now all he needs to do is find a man whom he trusts completely, who can handle himself in sticky situations, and who is ready to set foot into the lion’s den that is the Salamanca family and the cartel business.

What better candidate than dear Ignacio.

Nacho is of course not exactly enthusiastic about the proposal, and no promises of material wealth will change his mind. So Lalo strikes a deal with him. Complete immunity for Nacho and his dad, protection from within and outside of the Salamanca family, even after their business has concluded. Which it will, after Lalo has reached his goals, and then Nacho is free to go his merry way. Nacho agrees, under one more condition: Any physical affection happening between them is purely for show, and the moment they are in private, he will NOT let Lalo lay a single finger on him. He’s no hooker, and he will most definitely not become Lalo’s little plaything.

They shake hands on it, and before Nacho knows it, he’s in Mexico, at the Salamanca’s place, and the wedding preparations are already underway. Oh my god this would be my fav part because Nacho would be introduced to Lalo’s buddies, cuz you KNOW he’s got a huge circle of syccopha- I mean friends at home that he hangs out with all day. They laugh at all his jokes and they play poker with him and Lalo has missed them SO MUCHHH. Anyway, this would be. SUCH a good opportunity. To come up with some female Salamancas. Does Lalo have sisters? WHAT ABOUT LALO’S MOM. I WOULD FUCKING LOVE to read about Lalo’s mom. I bet she’s amazing, just as much of a spoilt little drama queen as he is, and Lalo is a TOTAL mommy’s boy, no one can convince me otherwise. (Maybe his dad has been out of the picture for a while, cuz I would really like to push this whole Hector-is-Lalo’s-father-figure angle.)

ANYWAY, back to Lalo and his mom. She’s a tough as nails lady, lofty and reserved, but overly protective of her son. They’re super close and affectionate with each other and it’s so weird for Nacho to see cause he thinks it’s the first time that he sees Lalo with someone that he seems to. Genuinely… CARE about?? Except for Hector, that is. But mamá is not a huge fan of Lalo getting married to Nacho, she can’t understand what the FUCK her son is doing there, she begs him to PLEASE stay under the radar with his caprices and tries to talk him out of it.

This in turn only goads on Lalo. He’s getting more and more tired of the way he’s being treated. It’s not that he actually has enough social awareness to deplore his family’s homophobia. For him, this is personal. He’s been a good boy, he’s loved his family and been loyal to them all his life, he’s kept his desires on the down low for all these years, now they’re turning on him because of one measly slip up?? He’s fed up, betrayed, and he’s gonna show them. And totally not win back their respect or anything, this is not what this is about at all, noooo~

There would of course be more Salamancas, most of them taking issue with the marriage, but I do absolutely adore the idea of overly supportive Tuco!! Just THINK about it, everyone greeting the newly married couple awkwardly or even with slight hostility, only Tuco barrels in like “YEEAHHH, where’s my favorite cousin?? You and my man here? You be good! Nacho, you’ll do good by Lalo, right? Riiiight!” And everyone grows more uncomfortable by the minute while Tuco can’t read a room for shit and he’s having SUCH a ball, he’s so PUMPED it’s not even funny.

There’d be all this tension between Nacho and the other Salamancas in the weeks after the wedding, it would be glorious.

And of course there’s the matter of Nacho and Lalo having to pretend they’re married for. Other reasons than a cold and calculated agreement. They don’t spend their entire day together, both taking care of various dealings. Nacho gets incorporated in the Salamanca’s business this side of the border and proves himself just as much of a reliable associate as he has been up North.

But whenever possible, they have to have dinner together, breakfast together, and sleep in the same bed. Fortunately, they’re both professional enough to arrange themselves with the situation quickly. Lalo is sometimes a bit flirty about it, but when Nacho makes clear that he doesn’t appreciate the come-ons, Lalo backs off.

Of course Lalo still reserves his right to fuck whoever he wants, just that he has to go back to being absolutely stealth about it. Only Nacho and his lovers know about it, and it’s not that Nacho disagrees with anything that’s happening, he’s not enough into Lalo to get jealous (yet), but this is starting to look a little bit weird to him, especially when he finds out that this is how it’s been for Lalo all his life.

Nacho doesn’t understand much about social awareness either, but he knows a repressed gay when he sees one. He gets all these insights into Lalo’s life, into how he grew up, and Nacho can’t help feeling at least the slightest bit of sympathy for how Lalo had to deny himself his entire life. Him being bi wasn’t always easy either, but at least he’s not a Salamanca! …Or at least, he didn’t use to be. Maybe Nacho talks about it to some of Lalo’s buddies, some of who maybe have even known Lalo since childhood, and who have seen him struggle with this all his life.

Just… UGH, this would be the perfect opportunity to explore just how much self-denial and internalized phobias have wreaked havoc in Lalo’s head! Because if you try to approach this from Lalo’s PoV, he’s not gonna see it at ALL. A river in Egypt, baby, that’s where Lalo is about this. He’s fine, he’s FINE, he’S   F I N E, he didn’t have dreams about tio Hector shooting him in the face as a kid after that incident in the desert back when he was ten, no, he’s fine, HE’S FINE!!! But his buddies? They’re probably not the princes of social graces either, but they have EYES and maybe one or two of them give enough of a shit about Lalo to actually have noticed what’s going on, and it would be so good to have them reveal that knowledge to Nacho!

So while Nacho starts seeing Lalo in a slightly different light (we’re talking VERY slightly, repressed gay or not, he’s still a murderous sociopath), but still, there’s part of him that grows protective over Lalo. They spend a couple of months together, and Nacho is starting to settle. He only has one half of a bed instead of a whole one, but other than that, the tasks are much the same as they used to be, the goddamn luxury in which he’s suddenly living doesn’t hurt either, and it’s almost scary how easy it is to get used to all of this.

Lalo’s PDAs don’t bother him, and neither do the hostile stares. This is his role, and he’s gonna play it. There would be so much time and space for lots of power play between Nacho and Hector here, or Nacho and the other Salamancas, and it would be a thing of beauty. They live their lives under the ever watchful and suspicious eyes of Hector Salamanca, and Nacho and Lalo are starting to form an excellent team. No one can really do anything against them cuz their work is solid as all hell, and Nacho’s growing more confident by the minute.

There’s just one problem, and that’s the fact that Lalo behaving all respectful towards him and the casual kisses they sometimes share to keep up appearances are kinda starting to linger on Nacho’s mind. Lalo takes actions that show Nacho that he was being absolutely serious about protecting him as part of their deal, and Nacho can’t remember the last time someone protected him.

Nacho becomes a bit less strict about the no-body-contact-in-private policy, lets Lalo give him a massage when he’s all tense and returns the favor, and it’s not lost on him that Lalo does express some signs of attraction towards him, though he explains it away with Lalo just being. You know. Lalo.

There’s just one problem. It’s been forever since Nacho has seen Manuel, and Nacho really feels like he should check up on him. But he knows it’s against their agreement for him to just go back to New Mexico whenever he feels like it. So he offers a mutual breaching of their rules: Lalo lets Nacho go to New Mexico for a couple of days, and in return, Nacho will sleep with Lalo. This is of course an offer that Nacho makes while already climbing into Lalo’s lap, just to hasten the decision making.

But after letting Nacho squirm for a second, Lalo declines. He gently pushes Nacho away and says that tio Hector wouldn’t be happy at all if Nacho just ran off like that. Why don’t they just take a little vacation together? And Nacho is like: “A vacation. In New Mexico.” And Lalo is like “Yeah idk either we’re gonna be bored out of our damn minds!” And Nacho actually laughs. He’s not happy about having to take Lalo with him, but it’s better than nothing.

So they go to New Mexico together, which officially counts as a road trip and I am a very happy boy. There’s gonna be endless mariachi songs and Lalo singing along, fun for everyone! They rent a little vacation home in Abq for a couple days, and Nacho invites Manuel over for dinner. Nacho is super nervous beforehand, but Lalo talks him down, tells him about how his cooking will immediately convince Manuel that he’s got himself the perfect son in law, and Nacho almost appreciates the sentiment - if only it were that easy.

Lalo lets Manuel in, and the most awkward dinner of all time ensues. Lalo aggressively tries to make conversation while Manuel and Nacho eat their food in complete silence, the tension between them so thick you could cut it with a knife. After the main course, Lalo excuses himself to, idk, look after the dessert that he left out on the patio table to cool. 

Finally, Nacho asks Manuel how the shop is, and Manuel is preeetty taciturn, just says yeah, it’s fine, and then Manuel opens his mouth and he’s just. So aghast at. Everything transpiring in front of him. Ignacio, what is going on here. You went to Mexico? Got married? To a man your dad’s never even seen? And half a year later you suddenly show up and wanna have dinner together?

And Nacho knows he is kidding himself if he thinks this is just magically gonna fix anything, but he just wanted to make sure his dad is okay. And concerning the man he married… well. He said who he is, right?

But Manuel’s like, he said his name was… Lalo?

And it finally dawns on Nacho that Manuel’s got no clue who he’s having dinner with. And Nacho just. Puts his face in his hands as if he could just hide, from this conversation, from his dad, from everything, and he murmurs: “Eduardo Salamanca.”

And his dad, he’s so deeply shocked, he just stares, and in that moment it really hits Nacho that through all these months of getting accustomed and settling in, through all the calculating and scheming that’s ruled his mindset day after day, he has forgotten who it is that he shares a bed with every night, even if it’s just symbolical.

“Salamanca”, he hears his dad repeat incredulously, and it’s like he’s seen this all before and he wants to say it, he wants to say that he’s doing all this just for his papá, but he can’t, and no matter what he does he won’t win his father’s love back, especially not with stunts like this, and when Manuel gets up to leave, Nacho can only follow him half-heartedly and watch him drive away into the night from the door, until his taillight vanishes in the dark.

Along comes Lalo, all chipper and acting completely clueless, like, what have I missed? Oh, your dad left so soon? What a shame, now he’s gonna miss dessert! But Nacho’s not listening, he’s leaving, getting his car keys, and Lalo… actually lets him.

Nacho just needs a couple of hours alone, driving through his hometown, and he’s lucky there’s so little traffic cuz he can barely see through the blur that’s suddenly befallen his vision, and he drives, and drives, past his old school, past Tampico Furniture, until it’s late in the night.

When he gets back, Lalo’s fallen asleep on the couch, and Nacho crawls on top of him, and starts kissing him, and he just doesn’t care, he needs this right now, he’s just desperate for something, anything.

Of course it doesn’t mean shit. It was just what Nacho needed, nothing more, nothing less. And when Lalo offers a little trip the next day, Nacho is glad to have something take his mind off of last night. Not that it was bad. Quiiite the opposite. He still has bite marks all over his neck and when he sees Lalo hop under the shower he notices the dark red streaks all the way down his back and uhm YES that is a THING that Nacho FEELS and MAYBE he just bit his lip at the sight but yeah. MAYBE he hit rock bottom yesterday night and then proceeded to have the most mindless, hottest sex of his entire life. Maybe. I just need Lalo and Nacho to be so sexually compatible in all the best and most horrible ways.

They take the trip back and somehow, with every mile away from Abq, Nacho’s dark thoughts dissipate a little bit more, as he returns into a world where he understands the problems, and he can handle them, and he’s in control, and he doesn’t owe anyone any explanations or emotional debts. 

This is where all the dramatic shit could happen, like Nacho taking on harder jobs, going on a shootout with the twins, or Lalo getting back from a deal gone wrong, or them having to pull off some dangerous stunt together, and there’s bullets flying and blood and injuries and fretting over the other one’s life and pulling each other out of harm’s way and don’t you dare die on me we still haven’t reached our goal yet we’ve come so far godDAMNIT DON’T YOU DARE!

And when Nacho wakes up, bandages all over, he expects to be alone, but instead there’s Lalo, who’s fallen asleep by his bedside, and. It makes Nacho feel all sorts of things, but he’s not ready, not yet, to acknowledge this. Also he’s just seen Lalo shoot three guys while grinning like a maniac so that’s a thing. 

Nacho’s in it for the long haul now, and he stays with Lalo through hardships and dangers. He eliminates every threat to Lalo effectively and efficiently and helps him on his rise to power. When someone schemes against Lalo, Nacho sniffs it out and saves him. When Hector or his son have plans to move against Lalo, Nacho’s there to thwart them. 

In time, the violent lifestyle he’s exposed to affects him less and less outwardly, though it doesn’t stop leaving marks on his psyche. Days blend together, and Nacho alternates between a life of domesticity and that of a crime lord with ease now. And when he beats a guy that he was supposed to torture into revealing information into a bloody pulp because his mind has turned into scorching rage against absolutely everything and everyone, when he wrests the canister from Lalo’s hand, douses the entire house in gasoline and flicks the match in with a dark and merciless glint in his eyes, it only takes until they’re back by the car that Lalo shoves him on the backseat and kisses him so hard and deep it feels like he’s drowning, the smell of gasoline and ash still fresh on their skin.

Idk whether Hector dies of natural causes, or whether Gus swoops in as a final boss to take care of him, but after Lalo and Nacho have reached their goal, and they could end it, they find new aims, like taking down Don Eladio, taking down Gus, new excuses, just like Nacho has always found excuses not to run away from the Salamancas. Lalo and Nacho are both uprooted and looking for closure, through the years, they’ve grown closer than they ever anticipated, know each other better than anyone else. 

And without realizing it, Nacho himself is slowly turning more and more into a true Salamanca.

[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 8•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: Eddie's day only gets worse the longer it goes on and it causes him to have an anxiety attack.)

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(The Day After The Test)

Everyone knows the saying about waking up on the wrong side of the bed. That morning, Eddie realized what it really meant. Even though he went to bed early, he felt tired and sluggish. It was also a bad hair day, but I can cover it up with my hat- He looked over at the place he usually kept it, under the bay window, Shit, where’s my beanie? He searched his room frantically until he realized that if he didn’t get ready and leave, he’d be late for school. So he begrudgingly pulled a navy blue hoodie over his polo. The hood will do, he thought as he walked out the door.

The weather was grey, the dark clouds that lurked overhead threatened to rain. It reminded him all too well of the day he fled The All Lands, so that didn’t help his mood, at all.

Eddie didn’t even get to see Richie and Beverly for their morning smoke (They smoked, not him. He has asthma) because he had 5 minutes before the first bell and he knew that with his luck, today, it’d take him twice as long to open his damned lock.

He burst into the homeroom with 2 minutes to spare. Alley gave him an amused smirk as he rushed to take his seat. “You good there Eddie?” She watched as he nearly spilled all of the contents in his binder on the floor.

“Oh stop finding this so funny” He practically growled, which is something he rarely does, only when he's really pissed, or stressed.

“Sorry, sorry” She shook her head in amusement. “Anyways I was thinking today…” He listened to all she had to say and forced his more genuine smile. Can this day get any worse? He thought as he pulled the blue hood farther up his head.

English class, that’s when it got worse, a lot worse. Just the fact that he had to wear a hood made his day worse, it didn’t sit the same way his beanie did, he had to constantly be pulling it higher as it had a tendency to slide down. Everyone around Eddie seemed to be in a meh mood as well, so that didn’t help him. But the moment he walked into English class and found his test turned backside up towards him. He was greeted by a score of 41%, that, was the final straw.

Without another word Eddie ducked his head and left the classroom. Tears pricked at his eyes, he needed to be alone, he needed to breathe. He had taken one step out of the classroom before he ran into someone. He glanced back only for a split second. A familiar face stared back at him.

“A-Are you okay?” Bill’s eyes were filled with worry.

He couldn’t muster anything greater than a whisper, “I’m fine”. He turned and continued down the hall. He quickened when he heard Bill calling out behind him, the words were inaudible over the sound of his heart that beat loudly behind his ribs.

Richie entered his third period english class. His eyes immediately scanned all of the faces in the room, Eddie’s usually here already, he thought as he walked to stand over Eddie’s desk. The paper that sat on its surface sat face up, his heart dropped at the mark that the page displayed. Immediately, his head shot up and he found Alley, the girl who showed Eddie around on his first day. “Have you seen Eddie?” His voice took on a new tone of urgency.

“Yeah, he just left, I don’t know where he-” Richie didn’t stay to listen, he was already out the door. Something was off, he could smell it in the air. A sixth sense was telling the wolf to find his rabbit.

“Richie” A familiar voice called out to him. He turned on his heels, but he was met by disappointment as he realized it was Bill who stood before him.

“Yo” Richie said, his voice was distant as he tried to pick up a scent on Eddie. Shouldn’t be that hard, just gotta find a trail. Focus on it. The smell of rain, evergreen trees and ilacs. The smell you love so much-

“I ju-just saw Eddie. Is he o-kay? He se-seemed uh-upset” Richie could feel his wolf ears perk up from beneath his beanie, at the sound of the other’s name.

Richie’s eyes grew wide and wild, on the verge of reverting back to their wolf state, “You saw him. Which way did he go?”.

Bill raised his hand and pointed down the nearest hallway, “T-That way- But R-Rich, is everything oh-okay?” Bill interrogated. His voice was filled with concern and worry.

Richie didn’t even get a chance to answer as his feet had already swept him away and down the hall. He was halfway through the empty corridor when he smelt it, heavy rain and freshly picked flowers. Eds. Richie broke off into a sprint.

He burst through a set of doors that led outside. Immediately he was greeted by the steady mist of rain that fell from the dark clouds over his head. The yard was fairly quiet, the main sound was Richie’s own heavy breathing as he scanned the area. Trees, benches, pavement. He froze when the green grass was disrupted by a white ball of fluff. White rabbit. He stared at the creature for a beat as he experienced major dejavu.

Suddenly Richie was back in his room, staring out his window, at a white rabbit. The same white rabbit, a little voice inside his head spoke. It dawned on him almost immediately. Eddie. He kicked himself for not piecing it together sooner, first he sees a magical white rabbit, then literally days later he meets a boy who’s half rabbit? It seemed so evident now. But now was no time to stare.

Richie broke free from his thoughts. He began to put distance between himself and the school, slowly he closed the gap between himself and the bunny, that stayed ever so still where it sat. Richie made an effort to not make any sudden movements or overstep, worried that he'd scare the poor thing off.

He couldn’t shake the thoughts that clouded his mind, why’d he shift? Why here? Why now? That’s so unlike him to be so reckless he must’ve- anxiety. The memory resurfaced of Richie making nachos and Eddie explained how his emotions can trigger his shift, how during his most intense anxiety attacks, he’d shifted. Richie’s heart ached at the thought, he couldn’t help but wonder what had caused such strong emotions.

He stopped about 5 feet away from the rabbit. With such close proximities, Richie was finally able to make out the colour of the bunny’s eyes. That’s what confirmed his theories. The rabbit shared Eddie’s magical crystal blue eyes. The sight caused the corner of his lips to rise ever so slightly into a small smile.

Without breaking eye contact, Richie steadily lowered himself down to one knee. Then he spoke with a low and confused tone, “Eddie, what happened?”. The rabbit’s eyes went wide at the mention of his own name.

The bunny blinked in response. Without missing a beat Richie realized, he can’t talk, cause he’s a fucking rabbit. Good going dumbass. He mentally facepalmed.

Instead of speaking again, Richie shuffled over to sit right in front of the rabbit. “It’s okay. You’re okay” Richie whispered, lowering his head to try to catch the bunny’s glance again.

The rain turned from a mist to something like a drizzle. The bigger water droplets accumulated on the rabbits fur. It sent a shiver up the animal’s spine. He lightly shivered as his nose wiggled a little, in normal bunny fashion.

If Richie’s heart wasn’t aching enough already, then the sight of a shivering bunny for sure made it swell. “Come here” He requested with open arms. He was met by a quizzical gaze, the rabbit’s blue eyes skimmed over Richie and the lap he was offering as a place to sit. After a minute or so, the shivering hadn't stopped, now even Richie felt the chill in the air. “Please?” He wrinkled his eyebrows and attempted his best puppy dog eyes.

Hesitantly, the white rabbit edged its way through the grass. One paw after another. Right until it stood in front of the big human with massive glasses. His little rabbit heart beat happily at the thought of being in such close proximity to the one he’s been fantasizing about most. He climbed over the human’s legs and sat in his lap. He took a moment to get comfortable before releasing a deep sigh. He felt safe. It’s something he’s always felt when he was with his wolf.

Richie watched as it got comfortable and felt the little breath as it sighed. Richie did the same, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He let the moment continue until he was absolutely sure everything was okay. Once he was sure the precious bunny in his lap wouldn’t make a run for it, he slowly moved his right hand to rest on top of the bunny’s white fur.

His heart skipped a little beat at the softness that he was greeted with. Something about Eddie, in his Ancestor form, laying in Richie’s lap, made him feel like the clouds could start downpouring and he’d still feel the same way he does now. Like time had frozen and he finally had time to think. Even if time had frozen, he wouldn’t have wanted to spend eternity with anyone else.

Richie’s hand slowly began to move it’s way down the bunny’s back. The creature in his lap stiffened, only for a moment before moving into the touch. Richie kept that up for a little, just slow, soft pets. He stopped and rested his hand on the bunny’s back once he’d seized his shivering.

“Eds, baby… You can’t stay like this forever. Uh- do you mind if I pick you up?” Richie sounded like Bill as he submitted his request. The thought of being held did not appeal to Eddie. But he trusted Richie, so he wiggled his little pink nose as a positive indication.

Richie’s smile grew as he positioned his hands appropriately around Eddie before he held him up to his face. Now they were at eye level. The two took some time and just studied each other.

Eddie studied a face that he’s been staring at for over a week now. His big chocolate brown eyes, that if he stared too long he’d get lost in their sweetness. His crooked smile and little dimple that he suddenly got the urge to poke. But alas, he was a rabbit, with no fingers, the poking of the dimple would have to wait.

Richie studied a face he’d only seen in his dreams. The white rabbit that started this all. Sure it was only one dream, the night after he saw the allusive creature, but still. It was so mysterious. Also the fact that he’d just learned how almost all white rabbits are in someway magical, totally blew his mind. Looking at the rabbit in his hands now, how could he not be magical? It’s Eddie. The sound of his laugh echoed through Richie’s head, sure he had magic, but Eddie had Richie completely smitten all on his own, no magic needed. That’s how much Richie cared for him.

Richie had been wanting to do this for a while now. He knew well enough that human Eddie would’ve given him a slap if he tried this any other time. But now Eddie was a bunny and he couldn’t do anything from stopping Richie’s index finger from bopping his little pink nose. “Boop!” he smirked as the nose automatically scrunched up on impact. The reaction brightened Richie’s smile.

“Okay now, Eds, you can’t shift out here. You’ll freeze your balls off”

If rabbits could roll their eyes, Eddie would’ve done so right about now. He probably would’ve given Richie a smack as well.

Richie’s mind was scheming, the gears behind his eyes turned until they clicked and created an idea. “What if I sneak you into the boys bathroom? The one in the basement has a lock. Bev and I usually go there when it’s too cold to smoke- that’s besides the point” Richie cut himself off, “What do you think Buns?” Richie tested out a new nickname. He received a scrunch of the nose and a twitch of the ears. Eddie hated it and Richie was loving every second of it. But after the bunny gave what could only be interpreted as a nod of his fluffy head.

“Okay! Okay…. Now to get you into the school. Shit. Uhhhh- I can’t just bring a rabbit through the front doors” Richie began monologuing out loud. Eddie let out a little huff. Though he always acted like it, he really didn’t find Richie that annoying. He actually enjoyed (for the most part) their constant banter. He hadn't been able to do that with anyone else, ever. Something about their constant bickering almost seemed comforting, as if he knew that above all else, they’d always have that.

After a couple minutes of Richie rambling, Eddie’s chill came back and he knew they didn’t have time for another cuddle session. Although Eddie would definitely try again once he was human. Now he needed to get back into the school and shift. With an idea in his head, he wiggled in Richie’s grasp and nudged the wolf’s jacket with his nose.

Richie stopped talking. He hesitated momentarily as he pieced together a plan. “Jacket? Good idea Buns” he nodded in approval.

Dear god, please stop calling me that. Although he thought that, Eddie knew if he were human, his ears would’ve grown hot and his cheeks would be pink right about now.

It took a little bit of adjusting but soon enough, Richie had pulled his hood over his head and loosened the drawstrings as much as possible. From there he held Eddie out and allowed him to crawl inside the hood and find his own footing. Eddie ended up mainly laying over the back of Richie’s neck. It took Richie a second to adjust to the sudden amount of pressure and warmth on his back, but it soon turned into something that soothed him. Similar to the effects of a weighted blanket. He couldn’t stop the thought that entered his head next. What would Eddie’s body feel like draped over mine? He blinked away the thought as he knew they had more important things than his silly little crush. If that was what he was calling it now.

“You good in there SpaghEds?” Richie asked as he put his hand out in front of his hood. He felt a little nose make a little bobbing motion as if to nod its head. “Good. Okay keep quiet in there alright? And only come out when I tell you” He instructed. For safety measures, Richie snaked his phone out of his back pocket and turned the selfie camera on. He looked at himself and watched the little ball of fluff retreat into the darkness of his hood. This hoodie was a couple sizes too big, so the hood draped over his head and allowed Eddie to be hidden within the excess layers of fabric.

After he released a long sigh, Richie clenched and unclenched his fists and began marching towards the school “Let’s do this”.

~

Right as he stepped over the threshold of the school he could sense it. “Keep low” he murmured in a voice so low only Eddie heard. With those instructions, Eddie curled deeper into the back of Richie’s neck.

He turned the corner at the same time as someone else did. Richie’s insitics kicked in and he leaned his shoulder to the side, which allowed him to effortlessly slide past the oncoming traffic.

“Richie?”

Richie turned on his heels. “Bill! Hey.” He hated how anxious his voice sounded.

“Did you end up finding Eddie?” He asked with concern, but Richie’s tone didn’t go unnoticed, “A-Are you oh-okay?”.

“Me? Yup! I’m fine and dandy, but uh- Eddie on the other hand-” Richie immediately felt the bunny tense up on his neck at the mention of his name. “H-He’s having an anxiety attack. He just texted me” Richie held up his phone. “He’s in the bathroom, I-I’ve gotta go.” Without waiting for a response from Bill, or further questioning, he sped off through the halls. After he made a couple turns, just as he was about to go down into the basement of the school, he checked the halls to make sure Bill hadn't followed them. He even took a moment to let his wolf ears listen for any suspicious movements. Once he was sure they were safe to continue, he opened the door and made his way down the stairs.

The bathroom was empty, of course it was, the basement bathroom was for smokers and make out sessions. And the main people who smoked down here were Richie and Bev, and they scared away most of the horny teens who wanted to use it as their secret make out spot. So yeah, it was empty, and probably would stay like that, unless Bev came. She usually smoked in between classes or outside, so they were safe.

Richie locked the door. Took a moment to catch his breath. He could feel Eddie do the same from inside his hood. The rabbit nudged the back of Richie’s ear with his little head. The nudge brought an amused smirk to the wolf’s face, the soft fur tickled his neck.

“Okay Eds, we’re safe” Richie confirmed as he took a seat on the floor.

He held his hands out on the right side of his hood and waited until Eddie shuffled out. Richie turned his head to glance at Eddie as his little pink nose wiggled, sniffing the air. “Smells good Eds? You like the smell of my smoking hideout?” He said slyly.

Eddie slouched slightly and rolled his eyes, or at least he thought he did. This wouldn’t have been his first choice, or a choice at all. He could only imagine how sticky the floor was, and he didn’t even dare think of what those toilets looked like. But this was where Richie took him, and it was his only option right now. So he had no choice but to wiggle out from the safety of Richie’s hood and into his grasp.

"There you go" Richie held Eddie for a moment. Softly petting his fur, "You're okay... You're okay" he reassured him as he closed his eyes, slowly and slowly leaned against the bathroom door.

Richie wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was finally brought back to reality when a moist little nose poked the palm of his hand. He didn't move his head, just his gaze, he looked down and saw Eddie had nudged his hand. Then, he did it again, almost as if he was planting small little kisses on his hand. Richie's checks burned and his smile widened.

Eddie hopped he'd get another chance to do that, kiss Richie, as a human of course. But now that's what he really wanted, was to be human. So he turned his neck to look up at Richie who was all red and smiley.

"Yeah yeah, I get the message" Richie groaned, but his voice was more amused than anything. He sat up straighter, leaned forward and let Eddie hop down from his hands. "Do you need me to look away or something?" Richie questioned.

Eddie gave him what he could only assume was a shake of his head, to indicate no. The shifting process varied for the different types of ancestors. For the rabbits it was a little easier, the simple flash of light, then suddenly they're human. Minimal pain. Hell, they even get to keep their clothes. That's the power of Ancestral magic. The rabbit hybrids were one of the first created, so they've had more time to evolve.

Werewolves on the other hand, like Richie, are more recent, only a couple millenniums old. Which makes their magic newer, still raw. Their transformation process is still painful and possibly gruesome.

Eddie has never had to see a werewolf transform, but he couldn't help thinking about what it might be like. Or how much it might hurt for Richie.

For now Eddie tried to keep his mind focused on his own transformation. It wasn't necessarily hard, especially since he wasn't too anxious at the moment, Richie had done a good job at relieving his stress. The pets and scratches had really eased his nerves.

He hopped a couple square tiles away from Richie. He positioned himself, closed his eyes, and started the mental process. He let his conscious travel deep down into the darkness of his mind. It lingered there for a while. On the other side of that darkness, that's where the light was, the light that started the Ancestors. The light that fell from the sky millions of years ago and created the first hybrid.

When he traveled to the light it enveloped his entire form, both physically and mentally. The tingle he was all too familiar with reverberated throughout his body, causing his nose to twitch and his leg to tremor. A rush of manageable pain shot through his body as the light appeared.

Then, Eddie was human.

Richie blinked at the boy that now kneeled in front of him. The transformation was a lot different from the times he’s witnessed Went transform. It was smoother, cleaner. He watched as a little shiver ran through the rabbits body. The flash of light that followed took him by surprise. Suddenly, the rabbit had turned into his friend, and Richie was left speechless. It was like a scene out of some cheesy fantasy movie.

“Holly shit” Richie exhaled, his eyes wide in amazement and shock.

Eddie kept his eyes on the ground ahead of him, a smirk growing on his lips. He was currently kneeling on the floor, with his legs beneath him and his arms stretched out in front of him, holding him up. He shook his head to get a glimpse at Richie. He was quiet, for once, clearly in shock and awe.

Eddie was only able to muster the words, “Cool right?” before his arms gave out from beneath him. He fell face first onto the cool tile floor.

“Shit!” Richie sharply inhaled, immediately diving down to the ground. “Are you okay?” His voice was frantic, the shock finally settled.

“F-Fine” Eddie mumbled with his eyes closed. He flattened out and rolled onto his back.

Richie leaned over him, he moved his hands to Eddie’s shoulders and pulled the boy into a sitting position. RIchie wrapped his arms around Eddie, hugging him tightly.

“What happened? Bill said you looked stressed and-”

“Chee, I failed the test… And I-I lost my dad’s hat.” Richie moved away so he could cup Eddie’s face with his hands.

Eddie began to feel the same stress he had before. The emotions began to fill his head and caused tears to well up in his eyes.

“Your dad’s hat? You mean the one you always wear? Th-The beanie?” Richie stumbled over his words, overwhelmed by the sight of an emotional Eddie.

“Yes, Richie. The last fucking thing my dad left me…” Eddie’s voice drifted off as the first tear rolled down his cheek.

“Which I lost.”

“Which is right here.”

The two said at the same time. Eddie’s eyes became as wide as saucers, “What?” He questioned, unsure if he heard Richie correctly.

“Yeah! Eds- ah, I’m so sorry I accidentally took it when I grabbed my jacket yesterday” Richie reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced Frank’s hat. “I’m really sorry.” His voice was sincere as he met Eddie’s gaze.

Eddie tried not to seem too eager as he took the hat from Richie. He held it to his nose and inhaled the familiar scent. It brought a warm smile to his face, he felt the stress lift off of his shoulders. In the moment, Eddie was so happy he didn’t even think through the words he spoke, “Richie, I’m so happy I could kiss you”.

“You-What?” Confusion snuck onto Richie’s face. He was unsure how to feel, of course he wanted to kiss Eddie, he just never thought Eddie wanted to kiss him back

Only then did Eddie realize he’d been speaking out loud. Why did I say that? Kissing Richie? Why is that what my mind always goes to? He’s just a friend, a really, really good friend. My best friend. And friends don’t just kiss each other, guys don’t kiss each other. Or at least that’s what his mother drilled into his head.

“Nothing! Nothing…. J-Just, thank you for the hat” Eddie kept his eyes on the hat in his hands nervously.

His mother’s voice echoed through his head.

Eddie Bear, you don’t wanna be like those other dirty birds, now do you?

No mama.

Boys should never think of other boys like that. Our heavenly father did not put us on this earth to love the same sex. That’s why there are women, and there’s men. You hear me Edward?

Yes mama.

That’s better…

Eddie abruptly got to his feet, he wobbled slightly but stepped aside from Richie and reached for the door.

“Eds- Where are you going?” Richie’s brow furrowed together, looking up at Eddie.

“Don’t call me that.” His voice was sharper than he would have preferred, so before Richie could say anything about it Eddie continued, “Thank you, for this. But I’ve gotta head back to class”. His fingers fumbled to unlock the door but once he got it, he was gone.

Word Count: 4310

This chapter was a blast to write! I adored all the cute cuddly scenes and how Eddie's powers are controlled by his emotions. I had been planning an anxiety attack like this basically since the beginning of the book and I'm happy with how it went! As always I hope that you all enjoyed, and if so, leave a comment, tell me your favourite part of this chapter, it always makes me happy to see people like my work.

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Until then,

So Long and Goodnight.

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Ode to a 6,000 Ft. Fire Squid

"Yo, how much longer?" Jason pants. "My arms are getting sore."

"Jason, we are literally going to hell," Michael says, struggling to keep the irritation out of his voice. Jason means well. He's just worried about Janet. And he's the only friend who's never doubted Michael (he still can't get over the look of doubt in Eleanor's eyes. That she, of all people, would doubt him).

"But can't we, like, take a magic elevator or something? I thought hell was suppose to be down?"

"That's not how it works."

"Aw, dip."

It's only Michael, Jason, and poor goopy Glenn on this empty stretch of railway. As much as he loves Jason, the kid's not his first pick for Bad Place infultrating companion. That would be Eleanor or Janet. Janet for her steadfast knowledge, Eleanor for her emotional support. Well, Eleanor used to be his emotional support. Now he's not sure any more.

Michael doesn't have a heart, but if he did, it'd be beating like crazy. The last time he was in the Bad Place, he nearly destroyed himself. Willingly, too. He remembers Eleanor, standing in the blue glow, the fear and confusion such a strange look on his one time foe's face.

How could he be so afraid of the place he'd once called home? Maybe because it never felt like home to begin with.

"Oh, dip, you know waht I just realized?" Jason says with all the subtlty of a Molotov cocktail. "We'd get there a lot faster if there was someone who was, like, 6,000 feet tall with tentacles."

Michael sighs. "Jason, buddy, for the last time, I'm not taking off the skin suit."

"Come on, Mike! It would be the dopest thing I've ever seen, and I once saw a gator on a jetski."

He regrets ever telling them about his true form. From the moment the humans became his friends, he vowed to never, ever tell them. That was the Old Michael, the Demon Michael (never mind that he technically was still a demon. That was one of the 1,785,919 things he tried not to think about). New, Honorary Human Michael had nothing to do with that, except that maybe his skin suit was a little warmer to the touch than the average human's.

But Eleanor, fiesty little thing that she was, hadn't given him a choice. When she barged into his room, demanding he take off his skin suit, he wanted to flee the Medium Place with his tentacles tucked between his...other tentacles (okay, that metaphor doesn't work).

Maybe he should've lied about it, like that time he told the humans "demon" was a racist term. Oh, it was so funny watching Chidi sweat over using that word in his presence. But then he might get in trouble for lying again, and they'd be even madder at him.

Now he half-wishes he'd lied. Jason hasn't shut up about it ever since.

"No," Michael says.

Jason huffs. "Okay, Michael, I know you don't wanna talk about it, and normally I'd respect that--"

"You would?" Michael says.

"--but I need a distraction. It's a long ass trip, and I can't stop thinking aobut what they're doing to Janet."

Michael sympathizes. He also dosen't want to think about Janet's current torture, and unlike poor naive Jason, he actually knows what the Bad Place is capable of.

Michael pinches his nose, digging his glasses into his human skin. "Okay, okay, but nothing about my skin suit. Lemme think...oh, I know! Why was Eleanor so upset that I lied? I thought humans lie all the time--for good reasons, I mean. Like when the truth will hurt. So why did Eleanor...look at me like that?"

It's been weighing on him.

"Look, man, I think it's like this. I told a lotta lies in my life. Like, 'No, Donkey Doug, I didn't frame her with those boagie boards. What's a boagie board?' Or, 'I swear, officer, I don't know how 200 prescription pads got on my dash.' But I always kept it real with Pillboi. He was my boy. You always keep it real with your boys and your girlfriend, and Eleanor's kind of like both to you."

Michael was stunned. He thought he'd been helping Eleanor, protecting her from the Bad Place's schemes and his own miserable shortcomings. It was still strange that he had to relinquish control over their afterlife, whether as a the puppetmaster demon or benevolent whatever he was.

Finally, he says, "She's not my girlfriend, but thanks. I think I understand."

"I don't know," Jason says. "The way you look at her is like how I feel whenever Janet bings into the room."

Michael's angry but he's not sure why.

"No," he says flatly. "She's not."

"Whatever you say, dude," Jason says. He doesn't like the skeptical look on the human's face. Though he should be satisfied that Jason isn't scared of his scowl; it means he's not that demonic in his friend's eyes.

Michael decides to drop it.

"It just hurts. That Eleanor didn't trust me," Michael admits.

"But she trusts you now, right?" Jason says.

"I think so. She hugged me."

Before he left that morning, Eleanor met him in the hallway of Mindy's house.

"Hey, demon buddy," she said, wrapping her arms around his back, pressing her tiny body against his. He let his chin rest atop her head, and savored her Eleanor scent, which for some reason smelled more like nachos than shrimp today.

"Are we good?" she asked into his chest. He wanted to squeeze her tighter, but not in a torture-y way. He never wanted to let her go, even though he knew he had to. Why? It wasn't like that with the other humans, as much as he loved them. Something about Eleanor made him want to hold onto her forever.

"We're good," he said.

"I'm gonna miss you," she said. "You saved my ash so many times running this place."

"Yeah, well. You saved mine."

He loved it when she smiled.

"Homie, that's great!" Jason's voice crashes over the memory. "So don't bug out over it, alright?"

"Yeah," Michael says. So why does he still have this itchy, heavy feeling? It's like he's wearing one of Chidi's too small sweater vests--but maybe that's becasuse he always feels this way around Chidi, or specifically, Chidi with Eleanor.

There's a fleeting moment of silence. Then Glenn gloops. Then Jason opens his mouth.

"Sooo, Mikey," he says. "Since I helped you, could you answer some questions for me? Like squid pro quo."

Micheal hides his face in his hands, unable to look Jason in his dopey, earnest face. He doesn't look up until his shoulders stop shaking.

"Fine. One question."

"Are the teeth on the tentacles or somewhere else?" Jason asks. "What kind of juice? Does it taste weird after you brush your teeth? Can you still wear your bowtie? Do all squids wear bowties, or just demons, cuz I never seen Squidward with a bowtie. Did you ever destroy a city like Godzilla? Can I ride on you back? How does a 6,000 foot fire ma jig fit in a people sized suit?"

Demons shouldn't get headaches, but boy does Michael have one now.

"I fit because demons aren't physical beings," Michael says once Jason pauses for a breath that he doesn't technically need. "We're essence. It's like pouring water out of a big glass into a small glass."

"Oh, dip, I get it," Jason says, though Michael isn't sure that's true. "Now what about--"

"No," Michael growls, "only one."

Surprisingly, Jason doesn't argue back.

"Hey, Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"You know we all still like you, right?"

"What?" Michael snaps his head up.

"We'd still like you even if you were something totally lame like a snow hamster. Actually, that sounds cute. Hey, are those even real?"

"Jason," Michael says.

"Right. Point is, no matter what you are, we still love you, man. Even Eleanor. So don't, like, hate yourself, okay?"

Michael's skin suit feels tight. He smiles.

"Oh, Jason," he says. He hears the hitch in his voice--something that would've shamed his former self. "Thank you."

"No problem, homes," Jason says.

For one blissfully short moment, Michael forgets where they're going, and simply enjoys the shared moment with his friend.

And Glenn.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 7) - Hunter’s Garage

Summary: Dean brings Jack to his first day of work and has a chat with his buddies about his new girlfriend...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Dean’s POV

“Later, Eileen. Sam’s extra rascally today so I’d keep an eye on him,” teased Dean on the way out of the house the next morning.

“Oh but that just makes it more fun,” she said, laughing when she heard Sam shout for her inside. “Have a good day at work, Dean.”

“You too,” said Dean, hopping down the front steps. He glanced over, catching Jack sitting on Y/N’s front porch, looking over. “Well get over here. We got work.”

Jack was across the yard like that, sliding into the passenger seat of Baby quickly. Dean turned on a quiet rock station and backed out, heading for town.

“So, how’d last night go?” asked Dean. “At your sister’s.”

“Good,” said Jack, staring out the window. “I’m sorry for being rude the other morning.”

“S’all good,” said Dean. “You feeling any better?”

“In a way. Just…”

“Just…” said Dean.

“Y/N’s expecting a lot from me. I don’t want to screw it up,” he said.

“Jack, buddy. Your sister wants you to be happy again, trust me. She doesn’t want to stress you out. She wants to help. A job gives you some responsibility and independence and the whole curfew thing, I think that’s more so she knows you’re home safe at the end of the day,” said Dean.

“I’m not...I don’t want to hurt myself. I can’t believe I ever thought that way in the first place,” he said. “She’s the one that made me realize the mistake I was making.”

“Well it sounds like life was a bit rough for ya. You ever get feeling like that again though, talk to your sister. She ain’t around, come find me or Sammy or one of the guys from the shop once you get to know ‘em,” said Dean.

“You don’t even know me. Why would you even care?” asked Jack.

“I care about your sister. Probably more than I should for how short a time we’ve known each other. But your sister cares about our family too so we pay that back. She doesn’t have a lot out there so that means taking care of you is pretty important to me. You get that?” said Dean.

“You like her so you want me to be okay,” said Jack.

“Yeah but, I get what it’s like to have asshole parents, even if ours fixed their shit. It’s hard being the big brother.”

“You’ve never tried to off yourself,” he said.

“No. I haven’t. But I understand what it is to feel low, feel you’re less than other people. You’re not, Jack. Try, for your sister, and for me. She’s not trying to babysit you or control you. She wants you to be okay, that’s it.”

“You must really like her, huh?” said Jack, cracking a smile.

“Shut up,” said Dean, smiling in return. “Let’s go survive your first shift. You’ll have to get a ride in days I’m not working but-”

“That’s fine. I’ll manage,” said Jack. “Promise.”

“Pst,” said Dean, waving over Benny from where he was talking to Cas at the front desk. “How’s the new kid doing?”

“Kid barely knows what a steering wheel is,” deadpanned Benny.

“Come on, dude,” groaned Dean.

“I’m not gonna cut him loose. He’s a bit green is all. He’s your girl’s brother? As long as he shows up to work and learns, he’s more than welcome,” said Benny. “Unlike our suit wearing friends.”

“Really,” said Cas. “I work in a doctor’s office, Benjamin.”

“Oh. Benjamin,” said Dean with a smirk. Benny whacked him in the back of the head, leaning back against the counter. “Ass.”

“Aren’t you like, supposed to be helping people sort out their shit?” asked Benny. “I mean, we know you’re a lazy ass but golf don’t start this early in the day, hm?”

“You’re a little shit, Benny,” said Cas with a big smile.

“Love you too, kitten,” said Benny.

“We need a boys night,” said Cas. “Been a few weeks.”

“More like a month. Last one we had was before Sam had his accident, wasn’t it?” said Benny.

“I kind of got a date on Saturday,” said Dean. “At that music festival.”

“Oh, what a refined gentleman we have,” said Benny.

“I bet he bought supreme nachos, not just the basic kind,” said Cas.

“Fancy,” teased Benny.

“I really like Y/N, assholes, and I basically have zero time to actually be a good boyfriend and take her out and-”

“Dude. We’re fucking with you. Go hang with your girlfriend. We’ve only known you for like our whole lives,” said Cas. “We can handle a boys night without Dean Winchester.”

“Hey, you know what? Why don’t we have boys night at Sam’s place on Friday? Invite your girlfriend over and the new kid. We’ll keep it tamer than normal but we can keep an eye on ‘im, you know?” said Benny.

“Tamer than normal? We ain’t visiting Cas at college anymore,” teased Dean.

“I still do not remember what happened spring break my senior year,” said Cas.

“We do,” said Dean with a laugh. “If Sammy’s good with it then sure. Couple rules though.”

“Eh, we know Avy’s around. We’ll behave,” said Benny.

“No, I know. I mean...like no messing with Sam like normal, like taking his beanie off or something,” said Dean.

“Hey, we’re all for mentally scarring little Sam, been doing it since we were kids. We ain’t going to actually be cruel though. We like the pup.”

“Pup that turned out to be bigger than all three of us,” said Cas.

“Yeah, why you so short, Winchester?” asked Benny.

“Shut your face hole,” said Dean with a laugh. He saw Jack walk over a bit nervously, swallowing before he came to a stop. “What’s up, Jack?”

“I uh, I finished changing the oil,” said Jack. “What should I do now?”

Benny looked over to the wall and up at the clock.

“Take your break,” said Benny.

“But I’m only part time. I shouldn’t-”

“When boss man tells you to take a break, you take a break,” said Dean. “Besides, I got a buddy of ours I want you to meet. Jack, this horrifically ugly human being over here is Castiel. We call him Cas.”

“Sometimes I really wish I wasn’t your friend,” said Cas, turning and giving Jack a smile. “I’m sure you’ve learned the joys of working in a garage with a bunch of brutes already.”

“Oh, they’re great,” said Jack.

“Cas is just jealous cause he has to do office bullshit all day,” said Benny.

“And I get to work with three very attractive women,” said Cas. “Including my girlfriend.”

“Dammit,” muttered Benny.

“S’okay. You’ll get him next time,” said Dean, nodding Benny away. “Give us a minute?”

“Mhm,” hummed Benny, going to check out Jack’s work. Jack looked back and forth between Dean and Cas, Dean breaking out into a laugh.

“Relax, Jack. Cas works in the same office as the therapist that worked with my parents. Cas is the junior partner there. He deals more with younger folks or kids most of the time,” said Dean.

“Oh,” said Jack.

“Dean explained a little bit of your situation to me, Jack, without giving specifics. We spoke last night and after talking it over with my senior partners, I think maybe you and I should work together,” said Cas.

“Okay,” said Jack.

“Do you want to work with me, Jack?” asked Cas. “It’s important to find someone you feel comfortable with. We can go take a walk around the block and if you don’t think we’re a fit, that’s perfectly okay and I’ll help you find somebody that is, alright?”

“Why are you helping me?” asked Jack.

“Dean and I and Benny...we’re shits to each other because we’re best friends. We help each other. I almost dropped out of school when those two bozos drove for five hours in the middle of the night and stayed in my dorm and talked me out of it. It’s not easy to find people that care about you, Jack. It’s not. But they’re out there, sometimes right in front of your face and you just don’t know it yet. If you need help, I want to help,” said Cas. “That night is why I changed majors and went into therapy instead. I like helping people. If you’ll let me that is.”

“Do you think I’m nuts?” he asked.

“No. I think very few people are ‘nuts’ Jack. Those people, it’s very easy to see that there is something off and I believe it’s because they are missing something in them. It’s not their fault, it’s how they were born. But most of us, all of us, we all have issues and fear. You strike me as someone that needs a bit of love and compassion again is all. Certainly not nuts,” said Cas.

“But…” said Jack. Cas lifted his chin.

“I don’t care what other doctors said. Understand? We’ll start from scratch. Let’s go take that walk, alright?” he said. Jack nodded, following Cas outside the garage.

“Thank you,” mouthed Dean, Cas giving him a smile back.

“Cas gonna take care of the kid?” asked Benny when he wandered back over.

“Yeah. He’ll probably end up mayor or something now,” teased Dean. “How’d he do on the oil?”

“Pretty good. A little slow but better than I expected for a first time,” he said. “I think he used to work with his hands. They’re rougher than I was thinking they’d be.”

“I’m not sure what he used to do. He’s a little older than Y/N and it doesn’t sound like he went to college. I know he didn’t follow their parents plan for him so who knows,” said Dean.

“Speaking of your little gal,” said Benny, nodding across the street, Y/N carrying two pink boxes into a store. “She ain’t from around here, right?”

“No. We didn’t go to school with her. Probably wouldn’t have had a shot back then,” said Dean.

“What are you talking about? You dated pretty much every girl in school.”

“Exactly,” said Dean.

“When’s the last time you had a girlfriend Deano? Like a real one?” asked Benny.

“Lisa,” said Dean.

“So forever ago,” said Benny.

“I’ve been on plenty of dates since,” said Dean.

“You scared of this new girl, huh,” said Benny.

“The one’s I really liked...Cassie found problems with me. Jo did. Lisa did. Y/N will too I’m sure,” said Dean.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll hate the fact you’re helping out her brother so much. That’s a real asshole move,” said Benny, rolling his eyes.

“We’ve gone out by ourselves once. Once. Somebody’s going to the hospital every other day around here and she’ll find out I’m an idiot soon enough,” said Dean. Benny was quiet, wiping off the counter. “Benny…don’t. I’m shooting the shit is all.”

“You’ve been this way since we were kids. I never understood it,” said Benny. “You’re the smartest guy I know.”

“Sammy’s the smartest guy you know,” said Dean.

“Hey. I’m trying to compliment you here,” said Benny. Dean rolled his eyes, moving to go back to work when Benny tsked him. “If it makes you feel any better, your girl is fixing her ponytail in the window across the street and keeps glancing over here. Oh, now she’s taking it down, putting it up again...hm, now she’s just put a hat from her back pocket on. Looks like one of yours. Oh, she threw her head back, she’s pointing at her shirt. Looks like something pink on that white shirt of hers. Must be a stain.”

“Hey, Mr. DVD commentary. Your point?” said Dean.

“My point is Y/N’s fixing herself up and walking over here in a white little tee and short shorts and I should really start talking to my neighbors if you’re anything to go by,” teased Benny.

“Shut up,” said Dean, rolling his eyes, spinning around just in time to give her a smile.

Reader’s POV

“Hi, Dean,” you said, trying to keep your arm over the splotch of pink food dye on your shirt.

“Well hi, beautiful,” he said. Benny pretended to gag and walked away, Dean taking a deep breath. “Excuse the neanderthal.”

“Oh, I already like your friends,” you said, looking around. “I was making a delivery, wanted to see how Jack’s first day was going.”

“Good. He’s getting the hang of everything. He’ll do fine,” said Dean.

“Awesome. Thank you for getting him in here. I think getting him feeling normal and in a regular routine will be good for him,” you said. “Thank Benny for me too.”

“Ain’t no problem, cher,” said Benny, your face in a wince.

“It’s a garage. Voices tend to carry,” said Dean, stepping outside with you. “I really should get back to work. Been talking more than working today it seems.”

“Oh, sorry. I-”

“Still ain’t a problem, cher. Slow this morning anyways,” said Benny.

“Thank you, Benjamin,” said Dean, chuckling as he pulled you around the corner of the building. “Sorry. Yeah, Jack’s okay.”

“You too?” you asked. “You seem a little...stressed.”

“I worry about stuff,” said Dean.

“I’ve noticed,” you teased. “I actually did have a reason to stop by though. I hit a pothole this morning and my back wheel is making a weird noise now.”

“Weird nose huh. Those are my favorite,” he said. “Pull her in. We’ll take a look if you got time.”

“Sure thing.”

“Looks like you got a flat is all. Slow leak which is why you ain’t driving on the rim yet,” said Benny. “We can pop on a new one like that.”

“How much that gonna cost me?” you asked.

“Well small business to small business, maybe we can negotiate some kind of deal?” asked Benny.

“I’m listening,” you said, Benny smirking as Dean went to go look for a tire in the back.

“A box of your pastries every Friday morning through the summer, until September starts up. Jack can bring ‘em in,” he said. “Deal?”

“You realize you’re losing money, right?” you said.

“Yeah but we get fresh pastries every Friday. Plus you get the family discount,” he said. “So we got a deal?”

“Deal,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Hey, Jack,” called Benny. You looked behind you, Jack saying something to a man in a suit on the sidewalk before he took off. “You ever change a tire before?”

“No,” said Jack.

“Well you can learn on your sister’s car,” said Benny. “Dean’ll show ya.”

While Dean rolled out a tire, Jack explained who Cas was and that he had a timeslot from two to three o’clock everyday that would work perfect for him. He seemed excited but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. You were just happy he was willing to talk to someone.

Fifteen minutes later, you had a new tire on and Dean was patting Jack on the back for a job well done.

“Thanks. I gotta run home and do some more baking. I’ll see you guys later,” you said.

You were halfway home when you took a slight detour, hoping you had enough space in the back for it.

“Y/N, I’m home,” said Jack, walking into the kitchen about two hours later. “I brought home some carrots for you as requested.”

“Thank you. I wanted to make up a carrot cake tomorrow. That’s still your favorite, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, sitting down at the counter. “You’re very good at this. Baking, I mean.”

“Honestly, I started doing it because I couldn’t sit around sad anymore. We used to love doing it with grandma I remember,” you said.

“She’s the one that told me I didn’t have to be a doctor if I didn’t want to be,” he said.

“Grandma was awesome,” you said with a laugh. “I still got some of her recipes I’ve wanted to try but you know me and her handwriting.”

“You have the worst handwriting in the world. Totally had that part of being a doctor down,” he teased. “I can try to interpret for you if you want.”

“Yes please,” you said, grabbing a bag of frosting. “Hey, you want to help me decorate some of these? Good destressor.”

“I’m not any good. I don’t want to mess ‘em up,” he said.

“You won’t,” you said, handing him a bag. “Come here.”

He stood and walked around the counter, watching you show him how to hold it and squeeze the tip. He was pretty sloppy and you could see him getting anxious, shoulders stiffening up.

“You know when I was in med school, I accidentally gave the wrong dosage of medicine to a patient. I almost killed him,” you said. You felt his stare but you kept on working on your own cookies. “I was terrified to treat a patient again. But I did.”

“How?” he asked.

“My dorky big brother called me one night, he was venting about mom and dad. Apparently they called him a failure, again, which was a shitty thing of them I thought but he told me that it didn’t matter that he screwed up because he would just try again. I never told him but that really meant a lot to me,” you said, finishing up your sheet. You set down your frosting and grabbed one of his cookies, taking a bite out of it. “S’good.”

“Can I help out with the bakery in the afternoons after therapy? I don’t want to be paid. I’d like to...learn to destress,” he said.

“Yeah. I’d like the company,” you said. “Would you mind grabbing me a new bag of flour? I forgot it in the back of my car. In the garage.”

Jack thankfully didn’t pick up on the fact your car was parked in the driveway and headed outside, returning back through the door twenty seconds later with a cock of his head.

“Really?” he said. “A bike?”

“Well my car won’t always be available and exercise is good for you. Until you get your own wheels, you got a way to get into town at least if I’m not around,” you said.

“How much that cost ya?” he asked.

“Call it last year’s birthday present,” you said. “Wear your helmet too.”

“Seriously,” he said.

“I don’t know, maybe go talk to our neighbor with brain trauma, get his opinion on it,” you said.

“I missed you being a little shit,” he said with a smile.

“I missed you too. Go take it for a spin around the block, doofus,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, stopping halfway out the door. “Hey, can I cook dinner tonight? Like, I get to pick?”

“As long as it’s not revolting, sure,” you said. “Oh and as long as you’re living here, you’re doing your share of the chores, got it? So you’re making dinner at least three times a week, deal?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, stepping outside. “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Have fun, Jack.”

A/N: Read Part 8 here!

[throwmyheartawayagain]

I Wan’na Be Like You

This is my entry for @this-kitten-is-smitten​ ‘s 200 Drabble Challenge. Clearly, I don’t know the meaning of “drabble” since this exceed 2k words. Oh well. I hope you like this Kate! 

Any and all mistakes are mine. My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission- that’s just fucking rude. Thanks!

Title: I Wan’na Be Like You

Characters: MCU Sebastian Stan, Cora(OFC), Oliver/Ollie (OMC)

Pairing: MCU Sebastian Stan/Cora

Prompt: I Wan’na Be Like You from Disney's The Jungle Book 

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 2,077

“Ghostbusters, whadya want?”

“Are you always going to answer your phone like that?”

“Yes, I am, Mr. Stan,” she laughed. “Especially when you are calling.”

“What am I going to do with you, lubirea mea?” Sebastian chuckled.

“Dunno, you’re the one that married me.”

“I see, well, I only asked you to marry me. You agreed to it.”

Cora laughed. “Is that how it is?”

“That’s how it is.” There was a beat of silence until Sebastian whispered, “Oh, fuck. Not again.”

“What’s going on?” Cora asked. She knew Sebastian was back in New York City, having arrived earlier that morning, but he had a meeting with his manager, and an interview for a magazine after that.

“Hold on.”

She could hear some excited chatter from Sebastian’s end of the call. “Sweetheart?”

“Look, I’m not Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier, so there’s no need to call the police.”

“See, I told you he doesn’t have a real metal arm. It’s all a marketing ploy for the Avengers!” someone exclaimed.

Cora giggled at her husband’s current misfortune. Ever since 2014 when the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarriers crashed into the Potomac River and Bucky Barnes escaped the clutches of H.Y.D.R.A., Sebastian has been mistaken for the former Winter Soldier on a weekly basis. The first couple of times it happened, the police were called and Sebastian was taken to Avengers Tower in Manhattan. Each time after the first, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson greeted Sebastian with huge smiles and big laughs as soon as he was brought in through the lobby doors. 

After the nth time in one week, Steve finally had Stark create a special identification card for Sebastian that verified he was actually Sebastian Stan, the actor, and not James Buchanan Barnes. 

Four years later, he was still being mistaken as Bucky Barnes. During that time, Sebastian and Cora struck up an odd friendship with Steve, Sam and eventually the real Bucky Barnes, even inviting all three to their wedding.

“Sorry about that, baby,” Sebastian apologized, then grumbled, “that is never going to stop.”

“It’s alright. How’d the interview go this morning?” Cora asked.

“Interview went well, I was asked about you, Ollie, and Nacho.”

Cora’s giggle was music to Sebastian’s ears. “Nacho, is that really what you’re calling our unborn child?” she continued to giggle.

“Well, that’s better than ‘It;’ or ‘The Unborn,’” he reasoned. “Besides, what else would you call the baby?”

“Devil Spawn.”

“Cora, no.”

“Cora, yes! If you had this thing growing inside you and using your internal organs as their very own personal punching and kicking bags, then you would call them ‘Devil Spawn,’ too.”

“I guess you got me there,” he laughed. “Have you heard from my mom about Ollie?”

“Nothing since the picture she sent of him by the board with the arm span of the primates. I’m sure they’re having lunch at the zoo right now.” 

Sebastian sighed, “I know I shouldn’t be worried and it’s not like she’s going to lose him anywhere, but sometimes I can’t help thinking that some crazy person would do something to Ollie or my mom. There’s even a chance someone obsessed with Barnes could do something, too. You three, soon to be four, are my entire world.”

“Nothing has happened so far to us, sweetheart,” Cora started. “I know how much you worry and how much you do to keep us safe.”

“I love you, too.” 

“Oh, shit,” she moaned, then mumbled, “Devil Spawn.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Sebastian asked full of worry.

After a few grunts and groans, Cora stood up. “Yeah, just got a big kick to the bladder and now I have to pee. Any idea if you’ll be home tonight?”

“Bietul meu bebeluș. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Seb, I swear to god if you ask me that again, I will steal Bucky’s arm and shove it so far up your ass.”

A hearty laugh was heard, and followed by, “I don’t think Bucky would let you have his arm, even as fond of you he is,” Sebastian laughed. “I guess I should let you go so you can pee. I’m hoping to be back home early this evening.”

“Okay, I will see you then. I love you,” Cora said.

“I’ll send a text when I’m on my way home. I love you too,” he said before disconnecting the call.

Just as Cora was finishing in the bathroom, Georgetta had let Ollie and herself into the apartment. “Hello? Anyone home?”

“Mama!” Ollie called out.

“Be right there!” Cora answered while drying her hands.

A couple of hours later, Cora was curled up on the couch reading a book when she heard the tell tale pitter patter of Ollie’s feet coming down the hallway after his nap. “Mama?”

“Hey, Bubby, did you have a good nap?” she asked her three-year-old while placing a bookmark in her book before closing it to set on the side table.

“Yeah,” Ollie responded as he climbed on the couch and curled into her side.

“Did you have fun at the zoo with Grandma?”

Ollie nodded his head before his eyes lit up and he excitedly talked about seeing the primates. “Mama! King Louie was there!”

“Oh yeah? Who else did you see?”

“Bears, no Baloo. I saw Simba, and Khan, and owls, and penwins, and famingos,” Ollie beamed at her.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to see Baloo, I’m sure he’s still in the jungle with Bagheera and Colonel Hathi,” Cora smiled as she brushed Ollie’s unruly hair out of his eyes. “Do you know what tonight is?”

Ollie shook his little head and said, “No.”

“Daddy comes home!” Cora leaned over and scooped her little boy into her arms and tickled his sides as he squealed and giggled in delight. Of all the sounds that Ollie made, she wished she could bottle his laugh to keep forever.

“Yay! Daddy!”

After Cora stopped tickling Ollie, she held him close with her arms under him to support his bum that was perched against her pregnant belly. He rested his head on her clavicle and pressed his face into her skin. “I miss daddy,” Ollie said as he wrapped his little arms around Cora as best as he could.

“I know, Bubby, I miss him too. But you know what? You have been so good for me while he’s gone and I’m so proud of you! I know daddy’s proud of you too.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “He’s coming home and you’ll be able to tell him about your day when you see him. You can tell him what you and Grandma saw at the zoo.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her skin.

“How about we get a snack and you can pick out a movie to watch until dinner?”

Ollie nodded his head, rolled off of Cora, fell off the couch onto the floor and jumped up like nothing was wrong. Instead he was giggling. “You are my silly little monkey.” Cora shook her head as she scooted forward to the edge of the couch cushion to get up.

“Not a monkey, mama, I’m a rang-o-tang, like King Louie!” he huffed.

“Oh, I am so sorry, your highness, King Louie!” Cora bowed with a laugh. “What kind of snack would the VIP of the Jungle like?”

“Cheese and crackers!”

After eating their snack, Cora and Ollie were back on the couch watching Ollie’s favorite movie. Baloo and Mowgli just finished singing about the Bare Necessities and were floating down the river. Cora’s phone dinged, alerting her of a text and when she looked who it was, she smiled and responded right away.

Once the monkeys appeared and kidnapped Mowgli, Ollie scooted away from Cora as he got wiggly, knowing what was coming up.

“Hey, Mowgli, how about you flickin’ that ol’ mean fly off your papa bear’s nose?” Baloo said in the movie. The monkey sitting on the sloth bear’s tummy whacks him on the nose with a stick. “OUCH!”

Ollie burst out in the brightest giggles and Cora loved every minute of it. While Mowgli was being carried away by the monkeys, then Baloo talking to Bagheera, Cora heard the door open to the apartment and shut quietly. 

Sebastian was home.

Sebastian was finally home after weeks away filming, and instead of kissing his wife hello first, he set his stuff down and crawled from the kitchen to hide behind the sofa. Cora looked over and saw him creeping into the family room and raised an eyebrow at her ridiculous husband. He smiled wide as he put his finger up to his lips telling her to be quiet. She shook her head as she looked over at Ollie.

The little boy was enthralled in the movie, even after watching it about a bazillion times. Sebastian and Cora damn near have that movie memorized line for line, but they would always sit down and watch it if that’s what Ollie wanted. That little turkey had his parents wrapped around his finger, whether he knew it or not. 

In the movie, Louie had just finished squeezing two bananas out of their peels and right into Mowgli’s mouth, and was making a deal with the man cub. “Well, then,” Louie started before he jumped off his throne and scrambled to Mowgli’s left. “I’ll lay it on the line for you. A-baba-beep-boop Boop-ee-doop.”

As Louie slapped the floor of the ancient ruins, Sebastian placed his hands on the back of the couch while getting himself ready. Jumping up from his position behind the couch, Sebastian sang along with Louie in the movie.

“Now I’m the king of the swingers, oh, the jungle VIP, I’ve reached the top and had to stop, and that’s what’s botherin’ me!”

As soon as Sebastian made himself known, Ollie turned around and laughed at his dad. “Daddy!” he squealed.

Sebastian kept singing with a huge smile on his handsome face. He was dancing his way around the couch to be in front of his little family. “I wanna be a man, Man Cub, and stroll right into town, and be just like the other men, I’m tired of monkeyin’ around.”

He held his hand out to Ollie, who launched himself right into his dad’s arms. Sebastian danced around with Ollie, spinning around and dipping his giggling son while Louie started the next part. Soon Sebastian joined in when there were words again in the song.

“I wanna be like you-hoo-hoo, I wanna walk like you, talk like you too-oo-o! You’ll see it’s true, shoo-be-dee-doo, an ape like me-e-e, can learn to be human too-oo-oo!”

Sebastian set Ollie down on the floor as Cora stood up from the couch. All three pranced around the couch making trumpet noises until the monkey started whistling in the movie. Sebastian scooped Ollie, who has not stopped squealing and giggling from all the excitement since Sebastian popped up from behind the couch, up in his arms and pulled Cora close so all three were dancing together as the music played on.

Now it was Cora’s turn to quote lines from the movie as it played on. “Gee, Cousin Louie, you’re doin’ real good.”

“Now here’s your part of the deal, cuz,” Sebastian quoted along. “Lay the secret on me of man’s red fire.”

“But I don’t know how to make fire,” Cora said with Mowgli.

Sebastian winked as he held onto Ollie as he stepped away from his wife. “Now, don’t try to kid me, Man Cub, I made a deal with you. What I desire is man’s red fire to make my dream come true.” Sebastian had a good hold on Ollie as he swung him around and held him upside down, as Louie was doing to Mowgli in the movie and Ollie lost it. The little boy was laughing so hard, it was that true deep from the belly laugh.

Righting his son, Sebastian set him on the couch and continued to sing with Louie. “Now gimme the secret, Man Cub, come on, clue me what to do. Give me the power of man’s red flower, so I can be like you.”

Sebastian sat on the couch and Ollie scrambled into his father’s lap facing him.

“Daddy,” the little boy said as he grabbed Sebastian’s face with his little pudgy hands. “Daddy, someday I wanna be just like you.”

[knivxsanddespair]

Helping a bro out on a date.

"Okay, you got this. This isn't so hard..just don't try to screw this up and everything is gonna be fine!" Wiping off the sweat on his head, Leon made sure everything is safe and perfect for this day. Between the fact that it took him a while to confess to Lilith and how she kind of knew it already, nothing else can go wrong.

DING DONG!

"Oh, that must be her!" Leon quickly fixed his suit and walked downstairs, opening the door. Before he knew it all he could do next is just stare at how beautiful she looked in a bright red dress. "H-hey there."

"Hey there yourself~" Lilith got close to him and fixed his tie. "Uniformed as usual I see, handsome~" She began to tease him. It was fun for her to see him red and gush, although he himself was not aware of that.

"I-I uhm. This is for you!" He carefully gave a bouquet of roses, hoping that would ease up on the awkwardness. Messing up today would be disastrous for him.

"A classic guy as well!" She gleefully puts one of the roses to her hair. "How do I look?"

"Are you trying to go for a Poison Ivy look?"

"You geek, I know I am way hotter! Now quit fooling around, we have a full day to do fun things together and I am not wasting this opportunity!" They could have started with that, until Lilith's stomach began to grumble.

"Looks like someone is hungry~" It was his turn to start the teasing.

"Sh-shut up!" To say she was flushed would be an understatement. "Here's the dimensional scissors, let's go eat somewhere already!"

Leon's lightbulb immediately flickered. He know just the guy, or brother to help him on this. "Alright, here we go!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They set out to another dimension and saw the restaurant right in front of them. "Here we are! Interdimensional Nachos Stop!" As he opened the door, he hoped a certain blue haired boy was on his shift today, and by luck he was.

"Magandang Hapon!"

Kyo turned his head to see who had greeted him. He walked over with a smile, greeting him with a handshake. "Leon! Tagal na ah, my brother! What dreams are you having to be here anyways?" He took one look at Lilith at smiled at him. "Naiintindihan ko. Right this way."

Lilith looked at him in a curious manner. "I'm sorry, but who are you and how do you know Leon? Just asking."

"Well Miss, I'm just one of the many teens here like you and Leon. My name is Kyo Ordonia!"

"Kyo huh? My name is Lilith. How can you even see with all that hair?"

Oh no. Leon already knows how as patient as Kyo is, he has a tendency to give out funny or witty remarks whenever he feels like it.

"I have been trained by the way of ninjas so my eyesight is heightened by two hundred percent." Kyo was trying his best on holding on to his laughter.

"Oh ha ha, very cheeky mr waiter. Can you tell me who runs this place?"

"It was built by Aunt Meteora herself, and managing it would be Aunt Mariposa. Both had the idea of talking to kids and teens from different dimensions amd hearing their stories, so this place was built for that sole purpose!"

"Huh, Interesting."

"Anyways, Mama hasn't heard heard from you for a while Leon, she gives her regards."

"Thank her for me." Leon nodded. "And tell her I'm doing just fine, thank you."

"Understood." He went over to him and whispered. "She's a keeper!"

"Shush."

"Anyways, I'm not gonna make you all wait any longer." Kyo went and passed the menu to the both of them as they looked on.

"Mt Spice and Nacho chips, hmm..I'll have one and a tall glass of root beer float!" Lilith gave the menu back.

"I'll just have the regular nachos and a root beer float." Leon smiled.

"Coming right up." Kyo went back to the kitchen with the orders to the chef.

After that was done, Lilith turned her head and attention to her boyfriend. "So, I didn't know you met with a dimensional sibling!"

"We actually met by chance, while he was out dimensional hopping. He's the sweetest guy you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting."

"Hmm, we'll have to hang out with him someday."

In a matter minutes, the food arrived. "Here you go, folks. And Lilith, Leon ordered this miniature crane shaped chocolate just for you!"

Leon was going to mutter something, until it dawned on him that he was trying to help him. "Y-Yeah, I was afraid that set was going to be too spicy for you." While she looked at the chocolate, he quietly thanked Kyo for it.

"You're just too sweet Leon, but you should know I am the spicyness itself! No hot chip is gonna burn m-" As the first chip entered to her mouth, she lets out an unholy screech. "AAAAAAAAA!!! WATER, GIMME WATER!"

While Leon was running after her with her root beer and asking her to calm down, Kyo saw Mariposa looking at them with a small smirk.

"Mt Spice had another victim, as usual. You really need to tone it down, Aunt Mari."

"And miss out on all of this? I think not."

Eventually she had calmed down and ordered a regular, just like Leon. She thanked him for buying her the chocolate, as it really came in handy.

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After the meal, Kyo listed some places for them to go to have fun. "Would you excuse us for a second, Lilith? I just wanna talk to Leon for a while."

"Oh? No problem! I'll just wait outside, but don't take too long though!"

"We won't!" As soon as she was out, Kyo just chuckled and patted his back. "You really love her, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah I do." He couldn't hide it, at the very least not from Kyo.

"Alright, hold on for a minute." Kyo reached for his wallet and passed on a stack of hundreds to him. "Whatever she wants, its on me. Just tell her you'll pay for it though. And don't say it's from me."

"K-Kyo, this is..I can't take this from you!"

Kyo just simply shook his head and gripped his hands. "Leon. Listen to me. We both know what it's like to not lose people in our lives. It was only luck that Janna wants to adopt me and I am forever grateful for that. And I don't want you to be alone this world and feel the things and have the suffering that I do. Now you have me, and you have her. If she's the one who you would want to spend time with for the rest of your life, you have your brother's support and blessing."

Leon couldn't help but shed a tear at his other brother's words. "Now now.." Kyo wiped it off his face. "You still have a date. Go on and have fun."

"Y-yeah. Thanks for everything, bro."

"No problem, now go."

The date went on as normal, with them wreaking havoc and dancing in the reopened Bounce Lounge, buying some matching t-shirts and baseball bats, taking a ride on a roller coaster, and then end it off with a horror movie.

As Leon went back to his home, Lilith went on and jumped at his face, giving him a kiss for the fun time she had with him before quickly cutting a portal back home.

Maybe this isn't as disastrous as he thought it would be.

(I'm seemingly on a roll with writing today! Two fics in two days at 3 in the morning! Again guys, I'm sorry if I made the characters out of character somehow or if I'm boring you @makanshoku @demon-draws

Leon Diaz belongs to @demon-draws

Lilith Buterfly Lucitor belongs to @makanshoku

And of course, Kyo Ordonia belongs to me! )

[tiny-fox-paws]

1-100

Okay first of all, you are the DEVIL. Second, bold of you to assume I won’t do this. At this point, it’s a pride issue, so HERE GOES:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify

is your room messy or clean? - Depends on the day! Pretty messy today!

what color are your eyes? - Brown :c

do you like your name? why? - Eh, not really! It’s not common so people sometimes mispronounce it.

what is your relationship status? - Happily in a relationship!

describe your personality in 3 words or less - Bubbly cute goblin.

what color hair do you have? - Right now it’s a red-brown color

what kind of car do you drive? color? - Slver Honda Accord! 

where do you shop? - Good question...Amazon/other online shops mainly! In person, Gamestop, Hot Topic, Forever 21, etc.

how would you describe your style? - PASTEL GOTH AS HELL with the occasional girly outfit! Mostly it’s just t-shirts and shorts if I’m not going out, but dressing a little nicer if I am.

favorite social media account - This one....

what size bed do you have? - Queen!

any siblings? - Yes, one brother

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? - Ireland! It’s beautiful.

favorite snapchat filter? - What tf kinda question is this

favorite makeup brand(s) - I don’t really have one, but Too Faced has some cute products!

how many times a week do you shower? - Sadly I’m one of those people that have to shower everyday, or else I feel gross! 

favorite tv show? - It really depends...I love Hannibal, The Office, Parks and Rec, New Girl, Dexter, etc.!

shoe size? - Mostly a 6, sometimes a 6 1/2!

how tall are you? - 5′4″

sandals or sneakers? - Depends on my mood! 

do you go to the gym? - Nope!

describe your dream date - OH JEEZ. I don’t really have one! I’m just happy to be with the person that makes me happy. I’d love to do anything from getting ice cream and walking the park together, to dinner and a movie, to takeout and Netflix, to a drive-in movie. I just like surprises man. I’m pretty simple!

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? - Exactly $1 in cash, and the rest on my card! I don’t generally keep cash around.

what color socks are you wearing? - No socks right now!

how many pillows do you sleep with? - One normal, and a few stuffed animals!

do you have a job? what do you do? - I’m a pet sitter!

how many friends do you have? - That’s a pretty loaded question! My best friend currently lives in Florida, and I have a few other areas, and some good friends here! I’m a huge introvert so it’s hard to make friends sometimes.

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - THESE 100 QUESTIONS.

whats your favorite candle scent? - I love vanilla, cinnamon, anything floral, lavender!

3 favorite boy names - I can’t narrow them down really, but I like Jace, Logan, Jack

3 favorite girl names - Again, can’t narrow it down but I like Ellie, Korra, Esme, Taylor

favorite actor? - I don’t have a favorite, but I like Robert Downey Jr., Leonardo DiCaprio, Elijah Wood

favorite actress? - I don’t have a favorite, but I like Ellen Page, Anna Kendrick, Natalie Portman 

who is your celebrity crush? - None, but some people that are adorable are Ellen Page, LIGHTS, Brendon Urie, Emma Watson, Keanu Reeves 

favorite movie? - Howl’s Moving Castle (I love Studio Ghibli!), Your Name, Inception, The Great Gatsby, etc.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? - I used to read a lot before my ADHD got worse. I’m working on starting again! 

money or brains? - Hmm

do you have a nickname? what is it? - Mer, short for Meredith

how many times have you been to the hospital? - Oh boy, Let’s see...4 major times!

top 10 favorite songs - Don’t make me choose...but lately I’ve been into electronic music from LIGHTS, FRND, Kailee Morgue, TheFatRat, etc.!

do you take any medications daily? - Yes!

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - Oily...I was cursed.

what is your biggest fear? - Hard to determine, probably abandonment or unrequited love. I’m also scared of heights, suffocation, a lot of things really!

how many kids do you want? - None, as of right now.

whats your go to hair style? - I usually just straighten it and leave it down, or put it up in a high ponytail. I’ll occasionally curl or wave it!

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - I don’t mind, probably a medium size!

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one

what was the last compliment you received? - I believe it was on my hair!

what was the last text you sent? - Not sure!

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - Bitch you think I remember?

what is your dream car? - I don’t have one!

opinion on smoking? - Terrible. I’ve watched smoking consume the lives of people close to me

do you go to college? - I have a degree, but plan to go back eventually for another.

what is your dream job? - I don’t really have one. I enjoy working around video games and animals though.

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - Either!

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? - Nope

do you have freckles? - Yes, on my cheeks and nose!

do you smile for pictures? - Usually?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - A lot...

have you ever peed in the woods? - Nah

do you still watch cartoons? - HELL YEAH, some of my favorite shows are cartoons (Avatar: The Last Airbender, and The Legend Of Korra)

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - Wendy’s

Favorite dipping sauce? - Ketchup or nacho cheese

what do you wear to bed? - a t-shirt or tank top with undies or sleep shorts

have you ever won a spelling bee? - Never been in one!

what are your hobbies? - I like playing video games, watching shows, drawing, painting, organizing stuff

can you draw? - Sort of!

do you play an instrument? - Not currently. I played violin for 4 years though

what was the last concert you saw? - LIGHTS!

tea or coffee? - Tea

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - Neither

do you want to get married? - HELL YEAH

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - Wouldn’t you like to know! 

are you going to change your last name when you get married? - 100%!

what color looks best on you? - Blue, black, wine red!

do you miss anyone right now? - Most definitely!

do you sleep with your door open or closed? - Open for my cat to come in and out!

do you believe in ghosts? - Yes, even know there’s no logical way to justify it!

what is your biggest pet peeve? - When people ignore me, interrupt me (though I can understand that one sometimes because I have ADHD), some other stuff!

last person you called. - My bf!

favorite ice cream flavor? - Chocolate Peanut Butter, or Cookies and Cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? - Regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? - I’m not really a sprinkles person, but I guess chocolate!

what shirt are you wearing? - A Kingdom Hearts t-shirt!

what is your phone background? - 

are you outgoing or shy? - Shy mostly, but once I get comfortable with someone I am outgoing!

do you like it when people play with your hair? - YES, I LOVE IT. Please play with my hair ;u;

do you like your neighbors? - I like one, I hate the other

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? - Morning!

have you ever been high? - Only a few times but weed does NOT react well with me

have you ever been drunk? - Only a few times

last thing you ate? - A brownie!

favorite lyrics right now - I don’t know, my guy

summer or winter? - Winter

day or night? - Night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - Milk

favorite month? - October because Halloween!

what is your zodiac sign - Cancer

who was the last person you cried in front of? - The last time I cried was in my car. I make it a huge point not to cry in front of people, because I have a fear of vulnerability.

I DID IT, BITCH. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #179

“if i showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes?”

If you’re dating someone, how long has it been? One year, one month. If you’re a girl, have you ever had the urge shave your hair? Um, no. How hot do summers for you get? Highest has been like 110 or so. Do you live by a forest? No. Is there a real fireplace in your house? No. What do you prefer: Small cars, hybrids, trucks or SUVs? Normal cars? What’s the scariest book you’ve ever read? No book's ever scared me. Do your parents drink? No. Do you have any pet fish? No. What’s your favorite seafood to eat? I just like shrimp. What does your best friend love that you hate? Seafood (except what is mentioned above). Have you ever seen The Twilight Zone? A few at school, but I didn't really pay attention. Name the creepiest horror movie character for you: Ghostface. Are you a person that’s scared of things like bugs, spiders, mice and rats? Only some bugs and spiders. What do you believe in more: Ghosts or demons? Ghosts. Is it ever okay for a woman to ask out a man? Actually fuck off. Do people confide in you? Sometimes. Actually very flattering that most people I do care/have cared about tend(ed) to. Ever been around someone who makes you feel stupid? My psychiatrist makes me feel like a caveman and Girt is super smart, but neither intentionally do it. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy and Grampa. Have you ever cried while reading a book? Yup. How many college degrees do you want? At least two. Do you like animals? LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know if I could be friends with someone who didn't. What do you wear to sleep? Pj pants and a tank. Do you have anyone who is a surrogate parent/sibling to you? No. Ever fallen asleep sitting up? Maybe? How well do you know the people you live with? I have a super strong connection w/ my mom, so guess. Do you have any heroes? Mark, my mom, the Holly Hill staff, Sara, Rhett and Link. Do you take your time when making an important decision? Always, almost. But if I'm angry or manically depressed, I'm impulsive as hell. Do you enjoy comedy shows? Yeah. Do you own any jerseys? No. Do you have a song stuck in your head? "Voices" by Motionless In White, which I'm binging. Is there anything worrying you right now? Not actively. Do you believe life is what you make it? In some ways, but there are many extreme situations  that you can't really change, and no light can be made of them. Travel anywhere, where would it be? At this very instant... idk. I don't want to travel 'til I have a new camera. Meet anyone, who would it be? do you???????????? know me?????????????????????????????? Bring anyone dead back to life, who would it be? Oh boy, idk. Freddie Mercury, maybe? Thought of him as as I answer this question, it's his death anniversary. Get anything for free for the rest of your life what would it be? Ummmm I don't drive yet, but gasoline sounds like the best answer here. Change one thing about your life, what would it be? Not being long-distance with Sara. Have any superpower what would it be? Be a druid. Eliminate one of your human needs which would you get rid of? I don't wanna go to the bathroom weeps I can't drink anything without having to pee five minutes later. Change one thing about your physical appearance what would it be? Be a slim goddess with an a s s leave me and my dreams alone. Change one of your personality traits which would you choose? Assuming the worst. Be talented at anything instantly what would you choose? Social interaction. Forget one event in your life which would you choose? The night of the breakup. That night still feels surreal; it literally felt like the apocalypse. Nooo words do what I felt even a quarter of justice. Change one law in your country, which would you change? Alter the second amendment to some degree. What was the last thing that made you feel good? Mom was super proud of me for doing a lot of the dishes. I absolutely haaaate doing it. Do you have an annoying neighbor? Not really. Do you get exercise daily? No. What school subject do/did you hate the most? Math. How do you feel about God? The Christian one, I'm assuming you mean? I wouldn't be surprised if someone assumed me a Satanist if I answered this without detail. What is one thing you would hate about living in the era before yours? Lack of technology weeps. Which historical era interests you the most? Ehhhh '80s? Are you disabled in any way? No. Would you rather live in an apartment or a house? HOUSE. Who do you wish you were still friends with? Megan, Hannia, Miranda... and I guess that's it if you only mean those my bond was officially cut with, not those I just drifted from. Do you prefer Small Business Saturday, Black Friday, or Cyber Monday? HUNNY I'm all about Cyber Monday. Who do you care about the most? In some contexts myself, but in others, Sara. What country do you think produces the best musical artists? England, I suppose? What is a song that always makes you happy? No song absolutely without fail is capable of that. Would you be able to choose between your mom and dad? Maybe. It'd be ridiculously difficult. Do you have the same political views as your parents? Some. Are you closer to your mom or dad’s family? Mom's, but I only recall seeing Dad's once. How old are the last two people you kissed? 20, and... he's 22 or 23? Who was the last person to text you before you went to bed last night? Sara. When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Aaron, not since high school. Juan, forever ago. Jason, well over a year ago. Tyler, sometime last year. Girt, maybe a few weeks back. Do you cry easily? My eyelids are onion skin. Ever cried while you were on the phone with the last person you kissed? Over Skype. Your parents said they were moving, what would your reaction be? I don't live with Dad, so it wouldn't affect me. If Mom said that, I'd be pretty meh, mostly because I don't want to pack up my room and put all this shit back up. Especially when I don't plan on living here for many more years, so I'd just have to do it again. Do you have any text messages that you don’t want other people to read? Uhhh I don't think? I mean there's some I'd prefer to stay completely between me and the recipient, but I wouldn't be humiliated or something. Is it hard for you to get over someone? APPARENTLY. Your last kiss, on a bed or standing? Standing. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yeah. Which room in your house tends to be the coldest in the winter time? The laundry room. It's the first room from the back door. Would you rather take a cruise ship or airplane to get to your destination? Plane. Do you like winter? Yes. Are you trying to grow out your hair? That's not in my plans for the foreseeable future. Which friend are you most similar to? Sara. Do you have the right time set on your microwave? Yeah. Do you have a flat screen TV or just a regular box? Flat screen. Do you know how to change the oil in your car? No. Do you like Tootsie Rolls? I'll eat one in a tootsie pop, but no, I don't really enjoy them. What are you favorite kind of chips? Hot Cheetos. Have you taken any medicine recently? For what? Yeah, usual psychiatric prescriptions, pain relievers, and some allergy medicine. Does the water in your shower take a long time to get warm? Not really. Do you get your eyebrows waxed? Not anymore. Just don't see the point. Has anyone given you flowers recently? No. Do you like to go fishing? Yeah, but I always gently put the fish back. Has anyone you know been arrested recently? No. Do you have more than 1 email address? Yeah, but only because of Google's intrusive takeover shit. Do you think you will have the same job 2 years from now? N/A Is there someplace you would rather be right now? Man, I wanna be at Sara's super badly. Have you ever sang in front of a crowd? Yeah, but not alone. What kind of bathing suit do you wear? A black onesie with a skirt thing. Do you like your eyes? I suppose. Do you think you are pretty? I'd find myself okay if I was smaller. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Mom. Do you want kids? NO. Tell me what your backpack looks like: I miss my Ouija board one. :'<  Even had a planchette zipper. I need to get a new one for school. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? No. Have you ever cheated? I never could. What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? I'm not sure. Has anyone a grade above you ever had a crush on you? A few above. Describe the weirdest car you’ve ever seen. Who knows. Are you any good at improv? Never tried, never will, holy shit. I know I'd be a nightmare and feel cripplingly awkward. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Either our late boxer mix Cali or this lab/something ginormous named Harley, but we didn't have him as an adult so I can't really remember. When did you last stay in a hotel, and where? Not since leaving for a dance competition at the beach yeeeaaars ago. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? I don't want to go refresh my memory. But I know we have a nachos Lunchable, and that's The Good Shit. Which do you prefer: iPhones, Android, Blackberries, or something else? iPhones. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? No, it's pretty gross imo. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? Not yet. But when I can purchase my own shit, I shall be DECKED OUT, my friends. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Oh, absolutely milk. What kind of milk do you usually use? I think Ma normally gets 2%? Who was the last person who was rude to you? Mom, probably? Would you ever let the barista at Starbucks make a random drink for you? No. Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks? Never been, as I don't drink coffee. Have you ever left a note in a library book? Don't believe so. Do you live in a house, condo, apartment, or dorm? House. Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Yes; bit tanner than my normal skin. Would you ever film a YouTube video with no make-up on and messy hair? Prolly not 'cuz I'm a self-conscious fuck. What is the most comfortable type of pants, in your opinion? Men's pj pants. Have you ever had a cat? Dozens over the course of my life. Have you ever had a dog? Yeah, a handful. Have you ever any other kind of animal? Ball pythons, Chinese water dragon, iguana, rats, gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters... Have you ever had a pet rock? lul yes. Do you own a bobblehead? No. Do you love someone who treats you like a piece of shit? Ha, fuck that. What’s your favorite DIY Halloween costume that you’ve seen? I dunno, seen so many!! What is your favorite gender-neutral name? I have quite a few. Jamie, Dakota, Aiden, etc. etc. Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names? IF I was to have kids, there's no way they'd have a very common name. What is your favorite type of braid? I had to look them up lmao. Maybe a curled plait? What is your favorite tattoo that you’ve seen? WHAT A QUESTION FOR ME. Idk!! But I like hyperrealistic ones. What is something you have too many of? Stuffed animals I refuse to give away lmao. What collection are you thinking of starting? Nothing new. Well, I'd love SotC merchandise, but that is some expeeeensive shit. Do you collect anything now? If so, what? Meerkat stuff and Silent Hill memorabilia. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? All I care about is Hot Topic and Spencer's, but rue21 sometimes has some nice graphic tees. What is one thing you and your mom NEVER agree on? The "Bentley needs to go" situation. Have you ever snuck food into a movie theater? Uh yeah, the rule's stupid, b it's even more ridiculous to be willing to pay such prices for these things. The only thing I get myself is popcorn. What time zone are you in? EST. Honestly, have you ever trespassed? Where? Maybe? I think as a kid? Can you count to 10 in any other language? Which one(s)? German. Maybe Spanish? Do you have a favorite cousin? Who is it? No. Do either of your parents have tattoos? No. Mom wants at least one relating to us kids, though. Which was better: freeze tag or hide & go seek? Hide and seek. Have you ever taken a family portrait? Not a big one/with the extended fam. What pizza place do you usually order from? Domino's. For your birthday do people buy you a cake or bake you one? Buy. Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? No, gross to me. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? A bedroom. What do you occupy your time with on flights? Listening to my iPod and looking out the window. When was your last major illness? What was it? Uhhhh... maybe that outrageous ear infection. Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite) Ummm. Probably Uncle Donny (not my actual uncle, we just called him that). He is/was the husband of our babysitter. Be nice to know how he's doing or if he's even still alive. Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years? Remember that Antz story? That. Because judgment/rejection. :^) Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years? Uhhhh idk. I'm sure there's something. Most embarrassing moment from your high school years? So I had this anxious/fidgeting habit of pulling my eyebrow hairs out. And it got to a point I went quite a while with almost none and it was suuuuper noticeable. Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground? No. Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set? YEAH, and I'm neutral now. Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk? No. What’s the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten in your life? This chicken that a family friend had at her wedding had to be like, gourmet. It was fucking delicious. Then spicy shrimp fritas from OG are some GOOD SHIT, I love not-too-crispy bacon, uhhhh. Do you pick at scabs? YEAH. What was your favorite part of prom? Taking the pictures. Have you ever performed CPR on anyone? No. Did you ever stutter, or have a hard time pronouncing? I stutter, but it's from anxiety. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? One-1 1/2. Do you enjoy erotic stories? If so, do you read them or write them? NO, they're so uncomfortable. Which accent/dialect sounds perfect to you? British. Which accent/dialect sounds horrible to you? I hate southern, yet here I am in the South. Which language sounds perfect to you? Latin. Which language sounds horrible to you? Idk off the top of my head. Do you have a favorite gaming platform? I'm a PS2 stan. What do you think is the most adorable thing in the whole world? Meerkat pups. What’s the most horrible thing in the whole world? Just one? Do you ever have to censor the things you say around certain people? Yes. Is there a cafe you go to regularly and the staff knows your “usual”? No. If your boy/girlfriend wanted to have a sex change, would you support them? No. *opens the gate for the onslaught of hate* Well, I suppose I should specify I wouldn't suddenly hate or even dislike them, I just wouldn't stay with them as a couple. Do you like the movies by Tim Burton? YEAH!!!! His style is everything. What do you think of cannibals? Ew. Did you ever have a Razor scooter? Yeah. What’s something other people think about you that you don’t agree with? That I'm not godawful with kids when I totally am. How do you deal with criticism? I'm probably going to feel self-conscious and rejected to some degree no matter how gently you word it. Which national or global tragedy were you closest to and how did it affect you? 9/11, but I was too young to really understand. Do you think you’re smarter than the average person? If so, why? Definitely depends on the subject of focus. What was the last topic you did thorough research on? Why? Hmmm, thorough... I'm unsure. It may have been aaaall the way back when I was questioning something biblical. What was the last thing to upset you? Myself. What is an article of clothing you would never ever wear? A romper. Has anyone ever said that you’re delusional? If so, what for? No, but I absolutely and entirely was for a long, long time believing Jason still loved me somehow and that I could bring him back. Are you doing everything you can to make yourself happy? I sure as heeeeeeeeeell do a lot, but I could do more. What is a holiday, that is NOT celebrated in your country, that you would like to celebrate? *shrugs* Interesting question, I'm just not educated enough on this subject. Which nation’s culture (excl. your own) do you find the most interesting? Japan's. What is something you judge about other people? How they treat others. What do you consider to be childish? Being petty, own a child's temper, serious immaturity, etc.

[clarkegriffintitties]

Another Taggy Tag Thing

Answer these then tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better! I was tagged by @talistheintrovert trAITOR WHOM I LOVE. (for ratting my out to P at times)

• 1. have you ever been in love? I think so. 

• 2. who is your favorite artist? I don’t think I have one.

• 3. what is your favorite music genre? I love all genres but right now, r&b soul. 

• 4. have you ever had a penpal? Yes, for some school project ages ago. 

• 5. are you single or in a relationship? I am single. 

• 6. what color are your eyes? Green/Hazel

• 7. what is your favorite word? Maybe squishy?? I’ve never really thought about it before. 

• 8. do you play any instruments? I do not. 

• 9. what is your favorite color? As a wise nonnie declared for me, it is purple. 

• 10. do you have any nicknames? Oh gosh, yes. Most commonly Jules, but also J, Jhulamando, Jatle Batle, Juju, Juju bean, etc. 

• 11. what is your favorite flower? I frankly have no clue.

• 12. what qualities do you find attractive in a person? I absolutely adore people who are honest and true to themselves. People who are lovers of he world and spread positivity and radiate light are those I’m most drawn to. 

• 13. do you have any pets? My puppers Taj and kitty Spunky!

• 14. have you ever traveled outside of your home country? Wow okay, Talis. Way to make me jealous with your answer. I’ve only been to a few countries in Central America. Guatemala is an absolute wonder. 

• 15. what language(s) do you speak? English.

• 16. who was your first crush? TALIS THAT IS SO SAD. OH MY GOSH BABE LET ME WRAP YOU IN BLANKETS AND HOLD YOU FOREVER. My first ever crush was on my third grade substitute teacher who was there for half a year. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, yes. 

• 17. do you wear glasses? Yes indeed!

• 18. what is your favorite pastry? Thank you for making me hungry, Talis. What classifies as a pastry, yikes? *quickly googles* Okay! It would be fried dough. (does that count, I have no idea)

• 19. do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean? Oceaaaaaaaan. I love feeling creeped out by the seaweed :P

• 20. bright, dark, or pastel colors? Pastel

• 21. what is your favorite social media app? .....sadly this

• 22. what is your sexuality? Talis is an icon. I love her. I am pansexaul!

• 23. do you have any siblings? Two sisters.

• 24. what is your favorite scent? Cow manure, but it has to be the right ratio of feces to urine. Sometimes the farmers will mix in a little too much urine for my taste and it will be wayyyy to potent. So it’s gotta be just the right amount of both. Will I ever be ashamed of this? Probably not.

• 25. where do you want to travel to? To your bedroom.

• 26. what is your favorite film? Tommy Boy or Tremors

• 27. who do people say you look like? My mom and oldest sister!

• 28. who is your best friend? My mom, of course, as well as my precious Jill (@bellamyblakearms​) and my girl Abby (not on here).

• 29. what is your dream job? A marine biologist. 

• 30. do you know how to drive? Yes.

• 31. who is/was your favorite teacher? So cool because I was just thinking about this today! It’d be a tie between my fifth grade English/History teacher and my junior year Visual Culture teacher. The first one was just the coolest chick one could ever know. She was so personal and was actually the only person I ever opened up to that year. She immediately could tell how I was feeling without me saying anything and just wow. I loved that woman. She just retired to so lots of love for you, Mrs. Garrey! The second one didn’t even feel like a teacher. She was more like a friend. The class was by far my most favorite in all my years of school. We studied all forms of art and it was a tiny class of only four so we were all super close. She put her entire soul into that class and completely made the year for me. 

• 32. are you a feminist? For sure. 

• 33. what is your zodiac sign? Sagittarius. 

• 34. do you enjoy reading? Yes, I just have to be in the mood for it. 

• 35. do you have any hidden talents? Lol no. 

• 36. have you ever dyed your hair? No.

• 37. what is your favorite thing in your bedroom? My Freddie Mercury wall decal. 

• 38. what is your biggest fear? Car accidents. I am a horrible person to drive with.

• 39. can you whistle? Yes.

• 40. do you make your bed every day? Never.

• 41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings? Just one tattoo. The buffalo on my wrist. But I’ll be getting another one in a few months (I think?) And my ears are pierced.

• 42. have you ever been on a roller coaster? Yes. However, I love to psyche myself out for whatever reason and went on a binge searching for footage of a bunch of roller coaster accidents. Now I’m petrified and refuse to step on one :))

• 43. surfing or skateboarding?  I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to surf!

• 44. are you a dog or a cat person? Animal person all around.

• 45. what is your favorite animal? American bison. 

• 46. do you have a skincare routine? AHA

• 47. what time do you typically go to bed at and what time do you wake up at? I was going to bed around 11 pm, but then season five started so I fall asleep around 2 am. I get up at 6-6:30 am. 

• 48. what is your favorite memory? The day I found my Spunkers in my backyard.

• 49. how tall are you? 5′10″

• 50. what is the best gift you’ve ever received? My sister made me her own version of the Jim Halpert teacup present. It was amazing. 

• 51. do you have a garden? A small one!

• 52. do you like bugs? I wish. Sadly, I am horrified of all bugs.

• 53. what is your natural hair color? Ash blonde.

• 54. what is your favorite food and drink? Nachos and water.

• 55. do you want kids? No.

• 56. what is/was your favorite class? As mentioned above, my Visual Culture class.

• 57. what color shirt are you wearing? Red and grey.

• 58. if you could time travel, what year would you go to and why? 1813 to meet Jane Austen and talk, or 1606 to meet Shakespeare and talk, or 1926 to meet Agatha Christie and talk (also to ask her where she was when she went missing because that is a mystery that I NEED to solve). I just need to talk to my favourite dead authors you guys.

• 59. what is your skin color? Pale. Just… pale. (Talis speaks my mind)

• 60. hugs or kisses? Completely depends. Hugs over kisses but sometimes even a hug is a bit much for me. 

• 61. have you ever drank alcohol? Yes.

• 62. have you ever done drugs? No.

• 63. netflix or youtube? Netflix.

• 64. ice cream or frozen yogurt? Ice cream.

• 65. succulents or flowers? Flowers.

Yikes I don’t know whose been tagged so let’s just say everyone.