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cannot believe jordana’s fucking. BREAK UP FIT??? THE FUR??? #GIRL

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PORTALS ✦ Chapter 2

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“Fallen Down” — Undertale

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The crescent moon illuminated the rooftops along with the lights of the city. Stars brightly glistened with the moon, dancing in its beams. It was a night like every other night. The unsleeping city of Manhattan bustled below, blissfully unaware as four figures leaped from roof to roof. The quartet landed on top of a building right in front of a closed museum.

They all watched carefully as a hooded figure looked around. It was too far to get a good look at their face, especially while they were hidden in the dark. They glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then slipped into a dark alleyway next to the museum.

Donnie and the others had been following this guy for a few blocks now and everything about them screamed trouble. They kept on tailing them until they ended up here.

“Just seems to be a lowlife burglar,” Donnie scoffed. He didn’t have time for this, he had mountains upon mountains of projects to catch up on. Couldn’t this guy rob a museum another day?

“Still, it’s our duty to keep this city safe. No matter how small the threat,” Raph stated, browbones furring as he scanned the area for any possible onlookers or accomplices.

“Raph’s right, we can take care of this guy no problem!” Mikey piped up, weapon in hand and ready to go whenever Raph said so.

And then there was Leo. He looked as confident as ever with that cocky look on his face. “If they’re just some thief, this’ll be easy peasy!”

Raph sighed, “Only if you don’t mess it up. You always get way over your head, Leo. Just please listen to me this time so we can get this over with.”

Leo just rolled his eyes. “The whole point of being a leader is that you lead. Which is a role that Dad gave to me, so I get to call the shots now,” he argued smugly.

Raph, along with the others, could only groan in annoyance.

“Do you at least have a plan?” Donnie questioned, already growing tired of this.

“Uh, no? Why would we need a plan? Just ninja in, ninja their face, and ninja out. Easy.”

Donnie did nothing but pinch the bridge of his snout.

Raph sighed deeply. “Consider our plan?” He huffed, gesturing to the others.

Leo simply raised a brow. “You have a plan? No offense bro, but you were never the strategic type.”

“We don’t want to make this longer than it has to be. Stealth would be quicker and won’t attract unwanted attention,” Donnie tapped away on his tech band, not even bothering to look up.

Raph nodded. “We find out where that crook got in and use that as an entrance—”

“Why would we need to do that if I have my portals?” Leo interrupted, seeming smug that he had found a plot hole in Raph’s plan.

Donnie spoke up this time. “Your portals are bright and obvious, like yourself—”

“Hey!”

“—And if we’re going stealth, it’s better to stay as discreet as possible.”

“Exactly.” Raph nodded proudly to the softshell. “And when we’re in, we find the guy, apprehend ‘em, and leave it to the cops to deal with the rest. We’ll be in and out.”

“I like Raph’s plan!” Mikey said enthusiastically which earned a prideful smile from the eldest.

Leo’s sly smirk morphed into a pout at no one agreeing to his (totally awesome, cooler, and better) strategy. He dramatically groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Fine,” he grumbled, begrudgingly complying. “But my plan was cooler.”

Content enough, Raph turned to the others. “Alright, let’s—”

A loud, beeping alarm sounded from Donnie’s tech gauntlet. It pulsed a faint, reddish glow.

“What in the world is that annoying beeping sound— oh wait, that’s me.” He tapped on the gauntlet’s screen and pulled up a purple digital display. “What do we have here…?” He mumbled to himself.

“What is it?” Mikey asked, peeking over Donnie’s shoulder to get a better look at the screen. The softshell expanded the hologram so everyone could see it properly.

On the monitor, there were four brightly colored dots. Blue, red, orange and purple. But not too far off to the side was another dot— a white one. It was far brighter than all the other dots on the screen. The unknown entity was pulsating waves from its center. Donnie furrowed his brows and zoomed into the location.

“Well, that's odd,” he mumbled, cupping his hand over his mouth while continuing to mutter incoherently.

“What’s odd? What is that?” Raph inquired while looking up quizzically at the digital screen.

“I’m not sure what it is,” Donnie squinted at the new entity. “It just popped up on my monitor.”

“What’s with the uh, the things coming out of it?” Leo asked, peering up at the circular waves emitting from it.

“Waves of mystic energy,” Donnie said simply, but it all still perplexed him. “I’ve never seen something this strong before. It might be dangerous, I think we should check it out.”

“What about the robber? Hm? In the museum? Ringing any bells here?” Leo said while wildly gesturing to the building below them. “They could be getting away right now!”

“You’re right, we’re gonna have to split up for this,” Raph stated. “Donnie, Mikey, you two go find out where that mystic energy is comin’ from. Leo and I will—”

“Hold on, hold on! Last I remembered, I’m leading the team,” Leo fussed. Raph pinched the bridge of his snout, grumbling.

“Leo, we don’t have time for this—”

“Alright! New plan! Donnie, you and Mikey can go see whatever that mystic business is about. Raph and I’ll deal with the museum guy, ‘kay?” The terrapin instructed.

“That’s literally exactly what I said.” Raph sighed through his teeth.

“Well, I said it better.”

Raph rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Let’s go.”

Donnie retracted the hologram and beckoned Mikey to follow him. “Onwards, Micheal! We must locate this plethora of mystic energy! It could be important.”

“Or extremely dangerous!” The other piped in cheerily.

And with that, both pairs went their separate paths.

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Kat’s brain pounded against their skull. Their eyes slightly squinted open as they clutched their head. How did they end up on the floor?

“What the hell happened…?” They groaned, sitting up on their knees as they scanned their environment. Despite their blurry vision and aching head, they were able to make out that they had no fucking clue where they were. They were on an unfamiliar rooftop in the middle of some unfamiliar city. They knew this wasn’t a dream, they tried to conjure up Leo ages ago.

What in the world— where the hell were they? Panicked now, they looked around frantically for some sort of memorable landmark. Taking time to survey their surroundings properly, they spotted scaffolding, metal bars, wood planks, and more assortments of building tools. They assumed that they were in an unfinished construction site.

“Okay, okay,” Kat breathed, talking to themself like a normal person because normal people talk to themselves and possibly sleepwalk their way on top of buildings.

Shaking their head, they tried to regain focus. What was the last thing they remembered? They snuck out of their house, then they were walking with Niyah and that weird portal showed up— oh shit, the portal! OH SHIT, NIYAH!

“Niyah?!” Kat called out, barely managing to stand before a sharp pain shot through their ankle. They yelped and fell back to the ground.

“The hell?” They grunted. Kat peered down at their ankle quizzically, but shook their head to try to ignore the pain. They noticed something just a little away from them and their heart dropped to their stomach when they realized it was Niyah.

Assumptions of the worst flooded their brain, making panic course through them. “Niyah?!” They shouted again without a response before taking a deep breath, slowly standing up, and limping towards their friend.

Kat collapsed next to her, scanning her unmoving figure, and began to lightly nudge her. “Hey, hey, Niyah? C’mon, wake up! This isn’t funny!” Their voice cracked as their shaking became more violent. Kat kept pleading but Niyah never woke.

Kat’s breathing quickened and they gripped their arms tightly, their nails digging into their skin. It felt as if they had fallen into freezing cold water, only to find that when they tried to emerge, they were being weighed down by an invisible force, making them spiral deeper and deeper into the never ending depths of anxiety.

“It’s okay, Kat,” they said in an attempt to comfort themself. “You just fell through some portal and now you’re in some random city on a random rooftop with a busted up ankle and your unconscious, possibly dead best friend. No big deal!” They let out a dry laugh. If anyone else was around, they would probably think Kat was insane.

Kat thought to themself; maybe there was someone around who could help them? But then again, anything here could be dangerous. Maybe they should—

Their thoughts were abruptly paused when they heard a crash echo on the other side of the roof. They perked up like a deer in headlights, listening carefully for the next possible noise.

They heard voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Could this be help? Or an enemy? Kat couldn't see anyone, they were hidden by the large crates in front of them. Looking around for something to protect themself, Kat spotted a toolbox just beyond arm’s reach. Surely there could be a hammer or something they could use as a weapon?

They stretched their arm out for the box, fingers grazing the handle countless times but it was just an inch out of their reach. Kat strained to grab it, wrapping their hand around the handlebar.

“Ha!” They laughed triumphantly before the whole box tipped over, clattering loudly on the floor. All the contents scattered around the ground and Kat’s breath hitched when they heard the other voices stop abruptly.

Frantically, they looked for a place they could possibly hide. The most they could do was try to shrink as far as they could into a corner and hope whoever was on the other side of those crates wouldn’t see them.

With Niyah in their arms, Kat snatched the closest tool they could find— a metal wrench— off the floor and shuffled closer to a wall, further into the shadows. They could do nothing else but hold their breath and wait.

“Pretty sure it came from over here,” a voice mumbled. Kat’s brows furrowed, have they heard this voice before? They swore it sounded familiar.

“Be careful, it could be something dangerous…” That’s two familiar voices now, that couldn't be a coincidence.

Kat held their breath, gripping their wrench and holding Niyah protectively with one arm. They heard the slow steps of the people on the other side of their hiding spot, closing in.

A tall figure, hidden slightly but the shadows crept around the corner. Maybe it was because Kat was sitting down, and maybe it was because their anxiety was through the roof then, but whatever the silhouette was it looked like a monster. Its face was obscured by the dramatic shadows it was hidden in; and yet, it somehow still looked vaguely familiar.

Out of instinct, Kat flung the tool at the figure. The wrench cut through the air, souring true to its destination. The throw was so clean and so accurate that it flew miles past the person’s head, missing completely.

The wrench clattered loudly on the ground, echoing obnoxiously and for far too long. The two just stared at each other awkwardly.

“I think you missed.”

Hold on, why did they sound exactly like—

“You okay, Dee?” The second figure popped their head around the corner.

Wait a damn minute.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

The duo stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the moon. Kat realized instantly why they sounded so familiar. The moonlight highlighted their features like their green skin and three fingers, their color coded attire and gear. And even with the two standing right in front of Kat, they couldn’t believe it.

There was no way in hell that Kat was looking at the fucking ninja turtles right now.

Kat was frozen in place, mouth agape and eyes widening at the people in front of them. They felt their head start to spin.

They were definitely dead. If they weren’t dreaming, they were dead. That’s gotta be the only explanation. They fell in a trippy portal and died and Niyah was probably double dead.

Kat’s shock seemed to trigger something in the other’s memory and he frantically started to cough up some excuse.

“Oh, hi! We were just uhh— looking for the t-turtle costume competition?” One of the mutants— Mikey— jumbled, shooting glances at Donnie to ask for help.

“What? Oh! Right, of course! We seemed to have lost our way to the humanoid alien convention that is most definitely real and not something made up mere seconds ago! Also fear not, these are simply very elaborate turtle costumes and we are most definitely humans,” He rambled proudly.

Mikey held his head in his hands.

Looking down at Kat again, Donnie seemed to finally notice Niyah who was carefully held in Kat’s arms. They realized who Donnie was now looking at and protectively held them tighter as a way to say ‘back off’. Kat knew well that she definitely couldn’t beat them in a fight but damn it, she’d go down swinging if she had to.

“What happened to your friend there?” The softshell asked while gesturing to Niyah.

Kat hesitated. “I… I don’t know,” she muttered helplessly.

Mikey chimed in. “Are you guys okay? Do you need help?” His eyes flashing with concern.

Donnie was quick to speak up. “Now, hang on— we don’t even know who these strangers are! Again, they could be dangerous.” Mikey didn’t listen in the slightest and approached the two anyway which earned a groan out of Donnie.

Mikey crouched down to their level, cautiously moving closer. Kat’s breath quickened as she tried to back away.

“Hey, it’s okay. We won’t hurt you,” He cooed as one would do to a frightened cat (which was comically accurate in this case).

Kat eyed him carefully for a moment. “You won’t?” they asked meekly and Mikey simply shook his head. Kat tried to let themself ease up a little. Their tense shoulders relaxed just a bit and the terrapin smiled at that.

“Donnie, can you do your scanny thingy to see if they're hurt?” Mikey asked while looking back to his brother. Donnie sighed and rolled his eyes, then silently pulled down his lenses to scan the two.

“Woah,” he let out.

“What?” Kat said, threads of concern weaved into their tone.

“Seems like you were the cause of that mystic energy I detected earlier. Or rather your sleeping bud over there,” he responded, flicking his goggles back up.

“What- what do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is none of you are badly hurt. Although you,” pointing to Kat, “have a sprained ankle. Probably not good to walk on it, and you might wanna check your friend for a concussion.”

Kat noticed that he never directly answered her question, but she was too scared to ask about it again. Instead, they looked at their ankle and winced.

Mikey piped up, “Don’t worry! We’ll get you fixed up.” Kat reciprocated his smile.

“I’m Mikey by the way. That’s my big bro Donnie over there.” He gestured to the other who half-heartedly waved.

“So, where are you from? And how’d you get up here?” He questioned, tilting his head while doing so. Kat paused for a moment, not really knowing how to respond.

“Um, we aren’t… from here. And for how we got up here, I have no idea,” They replied wearily.

Kat had noticed that Donnie had stepped away for a moment, seemingly talking to someone on his tech band thing. They strained to get a better look at who was on screen.

“Pretty sure he’s talking to Raph, our other brother,” Mikey said, noticing Kat’s curiosity. Kat decided that the best route was to play dumb. It would definitely be safe to act like they didn’t know basically everything about the turtles.

“Uh, so are all your brothers… turtles?” They ask slowly.

“Yeah, they are! We may look scary but I pinky promise we’re the good guys!” The terrapin held up his pinky(?) to Kat. They looked at it for a moment, then brought their own shaky hand to his. As they linked pinkies, Kat got a rush of… well they didn’t exactly know what. This whole thing had felt like a weird, vivid dream. It was one thing to look at the turtles, but now they had touched them and it just made the whole thing more real.

Donnie returned to the others, “Raph’ll be back with Leo in a bit. They sound like they’re dealing with some trouble.” Kat’s breath hitched at the sound of Leo’s name. Holy crap, are they going to meet him too?

Mikey noticed Kat’s nervousness and kindly placed a hand on their shoulder. “Don’t worry, they won't hurt you. I promised, remember?” He smiled brightly, holding up his pinky again. “I know this might feel like a lot to you, but it’ll be okay,” he cooed.

Kat inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm themself. They wearily looked down at Niyah, who was still unconscious. With a deep sigh, they closed their eyes.

What have they gotten themselves into?

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 2

I'm still struggling with the tagging, but I have found out the cause. My account was in the middle of the new UI rollout and it was fucking everything up. But the new layout is still going to make it a nightmare to tag, but I'll keep working with it to see what I can come up with. Just be patient with me, okay?

In which Hopper learns a valuable lesson and Eddie is the dramatic bitch we all know and love.

Part 1

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At dusk, Eddie was met by a giant grey and black wolf.

“I’m here to see the alpha,” Eddie said in lieu of a greeting.

“The alpha is resting and cannot see anyone today,” the sentry growled, deep and rumbling.

Eddie nodded. Steve’s injuries were pretty bad, it would make sense that it would take a couple of days to heal.

So he tried the next day, and was met with the same response, but this time it was a shaggy little wolf with a noticeable limp even in wolf form.

Eddie knew he could take this one, no problem, but he had promised Uncle Wayne he would play nice.

On the third day, Eddie was starting to lose his patience.

“You will let me through to see the alpha,” Eddie growled at the female wolf.

“Vampires aren’t welcome here,” she insisted, baring her teeth in a snarl.

“Then bring him back out,” Eddie sneered, “that I may see that he is safe and not being held captive.”

She growled low and deep and Eddie was forced to fly off.

The forth day came and he had had enough. He flew down and landed deftly in front of the compound entrance.

He walked up to the lone sentry and said, “I will see Steve Harrington, now.”

“Hop said you can’t come in,” the sentry told him, a shaggy, short wolf with a lopsided gap tooth grin.

“Hop isn’t the alpha,” Eddie growled, low and menacing.

“He is while Steve is hurt,” the sentry snarled back.

Eddie drew himself up to his full height and pulled out a large revolver and pointed it in the face of the wolf blocking his path.

The wolf scoffed. “That won’t do shit.”

Eddie flicked open the barrel of the revolver to reveal silver bullets. He plucked out a bullet from its chamber and held between two talons. “It weakens me, but it will kill you. You want to take that chance?”

He threw the bullet in the air and caught it deftly in the chamber of the gun. He flicked his wrist again and the barrel snapped shut. He pointed the gun at the wolf sentry. “I bet if I start shooting, it’ll do some real damage...” Eddie hissed.

Suddenly there was a crashing through the woods as a thin blonde girl with all the coordination of a baby giraffe came stumbling out to the property line waving her hands, screaming at him to stop.

“Wait!” she cried, skidding to a stop in between the sentry and him. “Let’s be civil about this, shall we? I’m sure there’s been some misunderstanding.”

He turned the gun on her and moved his finger to the trigger. “You have ten minutes to bring out Steve, Buckley or I will start shooting. Because even if silver has no effect on you, little bird, I have no doubt a bullet to the head will still kill you.”

She put her hands in the air. “Whoa!” She turned to the sentry. “Get Steve now.”

“But Hop said–”

“Steve’s the alpha,” Robin snapped. “Get him now.”

The curly furred wolf turned, running back to the forest line on a tear.

Robin smiled chagrin at Eddie. “Sorry.”

*

By the time Dustin got to the cluster of cottages he had shifted out of his wolf form and was fully human.

“Steve!” he screamed. “There’s a vampire on our doorstep threatening to kill Robin if you don’t come out in ten minutes.”

Steve peaked his head of the center cottage and shook his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.” A moment later, he stepped out of the cottage and walked past Dustin.

But before he could even take two steps to the entrance, Hop stopped him, gripping his shoulder tight. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and shook off the older man’s grip. “To the entrance.”

“Like hell you are,” Hop snarled. “You are not going anywhere near that vampire and that’s final.”

Steve cocked his head to the side and then drew himself up to his full height, an ominous energy radiating from him in waves. “I am the alpha now. You don’t get to bully me around.”

“I was the alpha before and I’m back now,” Hop snapped back, bringing himself up to full height, too, being taller and broader then Steve by a lot.

“You were captured by hunters and Joyce and Murray had to bring you back,” Steve growled, low and deep in the back of his throat. “I won my position by tooth and claw. You want to know how Murray got that limp?”

Hop’s head snapped back. He had known how Murray got the limp. Challenging Steve for the position of alpha. It had been a god damn miracle Murray survived. Or rather, it was Steve’s mercy that had granted Murray the right to live.

“You could fight me right here, right now and you would die,” Steve continued, lower and even more menacingly. “But so would Robin and her blood would be on your hands.”

Hop bowed his head and moved out of his way to let him pass. Dustin, who had quickly gotten dressed, hurried to catch up with Steve as the alpha made his way slowly and determinately to the entrance. Hop brought up the rear.

Steve smiled as he caught both Robin and Eddie both relaxing at the very sight of him emerging from the treeline, flanked by Hop and Dustin.

“Hey, Eddie,” he greeted warmly.

Eddie grinned. “Hi-ya, sweetheart, just making sure you’re safe, sound, and still the alpha.”

Steve grinned back. “Yes to all three. I told them that you would move heaven and earth to make sure I was okay.” His eyes flick over his shoulder at Hop. “They didn’t believe me.”

Eddie laughed and then cocked his head to the side. “Aww...you didn’t tell them about my daring rescue?”

“Oh I did,” Steve said with a huff of laughter. “They didn’t believe that either.”

“He pointed a gun at a teenager!” Dustin protested, pointing frantically at the gun in Eddie’s hand.

Steve turned around and glares at him. “Did he know you were a teenager or were you in wolf form at the time?”

“Wolf form...” he admitted ducking his head. Then he lifted his head with a growl. “But still! He threatened to kill me!”

Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t believe those were the words I used. I believe I threatened to start shooting you, not kill you. I did threaten to kill the keeper though.”

Steve shook his head and turned back to Eddie. “You’re not really helping your case, Eds.”

“I don’t want no coven vamp hanging around my pack,” Hop growled taking a step toward Eddie threateningly.

“Wait? Is this what this is about?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Eddie’s not coven,” Steve scoffed. “I don’t where you got that idea from.”

“All vampires are coven,” Dustin said with all the certainty of a fifteen year old.

“No they’re not,” Steve said. “Smell him, he’s not coven.”

Dustin and Hop started sniffing Eddie’s direction and the vampire put his hands up.

“This was a lot more familiar then I was intending to get today,” he huffed with a twist of his upper lip.

Hop frowned. “But all vampires are supposed to register in a coven when they enter city limits.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow. “No they aren’t. They’re suppose register if they’re in a coven, not have to be in a coven.”

Dustin sneered. “Who the hell told you that?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and said brightly, “Oh I don’t know...the man who was there when the law was written?”

Hop took two steps back. “Who did you say your maker was, boy?”

Steve covered his mouth to hide his smile as Eddie’s face transformed into a feral grin.

“Wayne Munson.”

Dustin blinked in shock as Hop took another step back.

“And that would make you Eddie Munson?” Hop asked, his voice beginning to shake.

Eddie ran his tongue over his fangs menacingly. “That’s right, so unless you want to him to hear all about this little fiasco about trying to bully your way back into being the alpha without a rite of combat, I’d walk away right now.”

Hop nodded, his eyes wide with fear and turned, transforming into a wolf. He ran away with his tail literally between his legs.

Dustin and Robin turned to Steve.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Steve,” Dustin huffed. “It’s not like he’s a born vampire. If he was born, you know Hop wouldn’t give a shit.”

“I never would have thought that someone as blue collar as the former police chief was such a fucking classist,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.

“Bitten vampires are feral,” Dustin replied. “They have no sense of family or community.”

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but Steve scoffed.

“Only when their makers don’t stick around,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And if Hop didn’t teach you otherwise, I’ve got a long road ahead of me to turn this pack in civilized people instead of the savages people like Jason Carver thinks we are.”

“Hey!” Robin said, “No one is suggesting that Eddie is feral, only that’s why Hop lets Max date Lucas. She’s born and Eddie’s not. It’s not classist.”

"No it really is, Robs," Steve said. "If covens actually gave a damn about something other than lineage and breeding, or punished vampires who turned people and taught those turned how to behave properly, maybe so many of them wouldn't be feral."

Eddie chuckled. “I can see why my uncle likes you.”

Dustin cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Why do you call him that? It’s not as though he’s really your uncle. He’s technically your sire or whatever it is you vampires call your maker.”

“Actually he’s is my uncle,” Eddie said with a goofy grin that made Steve’s insides melt. He counted off with his knuckles, “He’s my great, great, great, great, great...” he nodded, “great uncle.”

Robin and Dustin looked at each other in shock. “He’s what now?”

“My dad and me are descendants of his younger brother Lawrence,” Eddie explained. “My dad doesn’t have any other family and my mom’s family didn’t want anything to do with me. So when my dad decided to do a dangerous job that would mean a lot of money if he pulled it off, death or serious jail time if he didn’t, he turned to Wayne to look after me.”

“And he turned you into a vampire...?” Robin asked, hunching her shoulders up around her ears.

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back. “Only because I asked him to for my eighteenth birthday.”

Dustin’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. “And he agreed?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders and Steve could tell he didn’t like how Robin and Dustin were being about his turning. “Sue a man for wanting to live forever with the one person whoever gave a damn and that person for agreeing because he loved me, too.”

Steve turned around and put himself between Eddie and the other members of the pack. “I think that’s enough questioning him for now. All you need to know is that as alpha I say he’s okay. Hopper, Ted, Murray or anyone else for that matter can challenge me if they have a problem, but until then, what I say goes.”

Eddie shivered. He had never heard an alpha use his command voice before and coming from Steve it was as hot as hell.

The young wolf bowed his head. “Yes, alpha.”

Steve laughed, ruffling Dustin’s hair fondly. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”

The young wolf rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

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Fingers crossed!

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

[hana-bobo-finch]

IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER WONDERFUL ROUND OF RANDOM PIKMIN HEADCANONS OKEY DOKEY

• Hocotate and Koppai are in the same solar system. Koppai is much further away from the sun than Hocotate so it has a colder climate than Hocotate. Creatures on Koppai have thick fur to compensate (and Koppaites have thicker body hair) (this is an excuse for me to draw fluffy things heehee)

• relating to that, one of the reasons Koppaites struggle with agriculture is because of the cold temperatures

• ^ and because the government sucks! I had a long drawn out conversation about this topic before and I will not just regurgitate all my points but the Koppaite government is corrupt!!! Yay!!! The food + poverty crises are used as a way to take advantage of people (not saying the government STARTED them purposely but they sure as hell didn’t try very hard to stop it)

• Most planets have their own native languages but over time and with advances in space travel they got less common. It used to be that only frequent travelers would learn the universal language, but as travel became more accessible more people started learning it and teaching it to their children by default.

• ^ even then a lotta people still have VERY thick accents.

• Koppaites have much worse hearing than most because of their rounded ears. While others have more of a cone shape to their ears, Koppaite’s ears are more flat and don’t pick up sound as well (and they can’t pinpoint where exactly sound comes from. You ever see how a cat twitches their ears aroun when they hear the slightest sound, that’s how most species are. Meanwhile Koppaites have the Bad Inferior Round Ear Gene)

• Ohrians have very specific pheromones they give off. YES this is because of the stupid comic I made where yonny “smells gay” it’s not MY fault everyone loves it for goodness sake even my friend who knows nothing about pikmin and who I didn’t think would find that sort of thing funny thought it was the funniest thing ever I’m so confused help

• Giya’s culture focuses heavily on dogs. Like how in Tokyo there’s these big ass billboards with hyper realistic 3d models of cats

• ^ dingo was so SO not prepared for that when he moved to giya to join the rescue corps. Save him. He is a pathetic creature. He didn’t do enough research before moving there he just wanted to become a ranger already. It was a horrific realization. The soggy-cat-of-a-man had a panic attack and almost made the impulsive decision to Get The Heck Outta There and move back to ohri. Bless his cold, dead heart

• Speaking of which! Dingo joined the corps about a year before yonny did. It was absolute torture for them both to have to have a long distance relationship ermmm friendship

• yonny only joined as the doctor because the old doctor FUCKING DIED!!! i don’t know how they died I just think it’s funny for there to be such a dramatic reason. maybe they got mauled by ravenous space bunnies. Sure let’s go with that.

• Hocotate freight is very very stuck in the past. Even for our standards. The president is a huge boomer who thinks old is gold. What he does not understand is that the fact that their equipment is falling apart is why they can’t stay afloat

• puddle wants so. SO BADLY. to do fashion experiments on the Koppaites. He thinks their different anatomy is so incredibly fascinating and he NEEDS to take full advantage of it (the only outward difference is their round ears but HE DOES NOT CARE.) He has on numerous occasions tried to manipulate the three into letting him pierce their ears. Guys come on. It would be so awesome. Please. Your ears are so cool let me look at them PLEASE

• ^ all three never let him. It makes puddle insane. He is normally such a nice and chill guy but it makes him so feral. Keep him away from them do not let him go near alph’s emo brother he WILL chase him with a piercing gun

• Hocotate Whiz (what, you don’t know what that is? It’s the company that spams your mail in pikmin 2 offering to help Hocotatians change jobs, I can’t believe you didn’t know that (I did not know this until a few minutes ago)) is ran solely by the families of Hocotate Freight workers. They spam the emails of the ships to try to convince the workers to change jobs because they KNOW that it is a hellhole and they NEED TO GET OUT. SAVE THEM. SAVE THE WORKERS OF HOCOTATE FREIGHT

• Bernard is Santi’s sleep paralysis demon

• Yonny has rusty and bloody medical equipment strewn across his lab for the sole purpose of freaking people out. He’s actually incredibly sanitary to the point of being borderline germaphobic

• as if Collin didn’t have enough work to do already he kinda fills the role of the team’s unofficial therapist. He doesn’t actually mind all too much bc he’s Way Too Nice but. Save him.

• the paint shepherd has under her eyes? It’s to reduce sun glare? WRONG. It’s because it looks AWESOME and she would totally paint her face with incredibly detailed designs but apparently looking like a walking painting is “unprofessional” and “disturbs the people we’re rescuing” and “stop spending our budget on face paint”

umm there’s probably more in my noggin but I am getting a headache so that is all 🧍

[jays-bookmarks]

Stained Sheets (Scaramouche/Wanderer x gn!reader)

The Wanderer brainrot is real. Scarameow in the Cat House is coming soon I promise but in the meantime take this lil oneshot I wrote as a reward for finishing finals :3

Summary: You forgot your period was on the way and wake up to a mess in your sheets. Your roommate helps you with the laundry. (I wrote this with my own traveler & sereniteapot in mind but the details are vague enough that it can be read as anyone & any house lol. Could even be modern au) Words: 1092 Warnings: casual mention of blood & periods, reader describes their period as relatively mild, reader has pets (2 dogs + 1 cat), Wanderer is referred to as "your roommate"/"your friend"

You sighed as you took the last step down the stairs, shifting the bundle of fabric in your arms to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your roommate was seated on the couch, flipping through a book that was clearly not keeping his attention. He glanced at you as you passed by.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Washing my sheets.”

“Didn’t you just do that yesterday?”

“I know, which is why I’m so upset!” you threw your head back dramatically before looking back at your friend with a tired smile. “Plus, blood is like the most annoying stain to remove and there's just so much of it.”

“What?” At the mention of blood, your roommate’s eyes widened and he jumped out of his seat, closing the distance between you in a few strides and grabbing you by the arms. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You stared at him, stunned at his sudden reaction. “I… didn’t think you would care?”

“Ugh, you—” he looked to the side, a blush forming on his face as his grip on you tightened. “Of course I care. I’m the one who has to take care of you if you do something stupid and get hurt.”

You blinked, a smile slowly making its way onto your face as the realization dawned on you. As much as you wanted to tease your friend about how he just offered to be your personal nurse, you took pity on him and decided to clear up the miscommunication.

“That’s sweet of you,” you said. “But I’m not hurt. I’m just on my period.”

His gaze snapped back toward you, confusion evident on his face. “Your… what?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a teasing grin and a playful tilt of your head. “What, you mean to tell me that in all your years—”

“I know perfectly well what that means!” He turned to the side, bringing a hand up to cover his flushed face while using the other to shove you away. You stumbled a bit at the force of his push but were too busy laughing to say anything back to him. The commotion drew the attention of your two dogs, who trotted over to you with expectant eyes. With an annoyed huff, your roommate turned on his heel and started toward the door.

“Where are you going?” you said between laughs.

“Away from you,” he replied, his face still bright red. As he approached the door, the dogs bolted toward him, running circles around his heels while he picked up his hat. You laughed as you watched the dogs shoot out the door with tails high in the air, a stark contrast to your friend’s sour disposition. He slammed the door behind him, leaving you to chuckle to yourself in the now quiet house.

You shook your head and turned toward the kitchen.

As you pushed open the door, the bundle of orange fur by the windowsill stretched out to reveal Fred, mouth wide open in a yawn. You bent down to scratch behind his ears. He closed his eyes and let out a contented purr, tucking his paws into his chest and curling the top of his body toward his tail. 

It didn’t take much digging to find a wooden tub big enough to wash the sheets. Humming to yourself, you began to fill it with water. Fred followed behind you, poking his face wherever you went.

You had just started dipping the stained cloth into the water when you heard the door open and shut behind you. You called out a greeting without turning around, but glanced back in confusion when you heard your roommate’s footsteps getting closer.

You tilted your head in a silent question as he entered the kitchen, taking off his hat and crouching down beside you. Before you could say anything, he shed his outer layers, along with his gloves, and grabbed the sheets from your hands.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, pointedly avoiding your gaze. Despite this, you could still see a tint of pink coloring the tips of his ears.

You laughed. “You didn’t even see me do it yet.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just dipped the sheets into the water and began scrubbing at the fabric. You watched him methodically work the blood out of the fabric, marveling at the expertise evident in his every motion. 

“Thanks.” You smiled, settling back onto the floor in a more comfortable position. He hummed noncommittally in response. Fred, sensing an opportunity, quickly made his way over to you and rubbed against your side. You reached over to pet him, resting your chin on your knees as you continued to watch your friend work. A comfortable silence fell over you, broken only by the quiet splashing of water. It was the first time you ever got to watch him so closely. The water dripping from his hands glistened in the morning sunlight each time he raised the fabric above the tub. Your eyes traced a path up his arm, studying the patterns embedded in his skin: A circular shape on the back of his palm, a line around his shoulder leading to a similar circular pattern on his chest, half covered by the sash around his waist… 

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized what you were doing. You quickly turned your gaze to the floor.

“...Does it hurt?”

“Hmm?” You snapped back to attention, sitting a little straighter as you glanced at your roommate’s face. He didn’t repeat the question, perhaps content with letting the conversation fade once more.

“My period?” You asked.

Your only answer was a glance and a hum.

You looked up at the ceiling as you considered his question. “Not really. I’m one of the lucky ones, I guess. The worst I usually get is being really sore after standing for too long. Though, I know there are some people who have it so bad they can barely even move.”

Your roommate made no comment. Not finding anything else to say, you curled up again and turned your attention back to the tub. You absently stroked Fred’s fur, his purrs resonating in the quiet room.

The peace was quickly broken by a flurry of muffled barks and whines. Fred flinched, ears swiveling forward as he searched for the source of the noise. Your roommate shot an annoyed glance at the door. You laughed, pushing yourself off the floor and brushing yourself off.

“I’ll go let them in. They probably want breakfast.”

[little-cereal-draws]

Details I noticed in The Last Wish pt 2

This also includes some of my favorite lines that don't get talked about enough lol

There are eight tally marks next to Puss's wanted poster, one for each life

When Puss is basking in the applause after he defeats the giant, there's a lady in a wheelchair on the left side of the crowd

After the Doctor tells him he needs to retire, Puss says, "Are you the village comedian as well?"

In the fight against Death in the bar, Puss actually does cut a chunk of Death's fur off. Like we know that Puss is a good fighter, but this solidifies the fact that when he's actually putting all his effort into it, not preforming like he was with the giant, he is a crazy force to be reconned with. Which then in turns shows how powerful Death is. But kudos to Puss; he may brag constantly but at least he does actually have the skills to back it up

The characters actually get dirty. This happens after Puss swims through the sewer and then walks through the woods but also to all of the characters as they go through the Dark Forest. Everyone gets progressively dirtier and more scraped up

When Puss starts singing while holding his funeral at Mama Luna's, he says, "Who is your favorite fearless hero? You were, you were."

When they're eating at the kibble trough and Perrito keeps hitting Puss with his tail, Puss elbows him as he tries to get him to stop it

Puss must have made some friends, or acquaintances at least, while at Mama Luna's because he nods at a cream and white cat, who nods back, when him and Perrito walk past

When the crime family arrives, Mama says, "Listen to your sister, Baby!" To which Baby responds with, "She's not my sister, she's a fugitive orphan!!" Idk, his delivery there always gets me lol

While the bears ransack her house, Mama Luna calls out, "You think this is the first time I've been stuck in a piano???" ...Which makes me have a lot of questions about her life lol

The way Perrito says, "If this Puss in Boots is such a big deal, maybe we shouldn't be desecrating his grave :D" with a big smile on his face as he digs it up lol

With every character, with the exception of Kitty, there's a big build up before they show their face. Puss: we see his boots and people's reactions while he flips around for quite a while before he finally lifts his hat up, the Doctor: we hear him first and then see his back, the three bear crime family: we get a POV shot from Golid as she's riding on their backs and then they're backlit, Mama Luna: we see her dress and then Puss' reaction, Perrito: we see him from behind and then Puss' reaction, Jack Horner: we see his shadow then a poster of him as a kid and then close ups of him eating a pie, the Serpent Sisters: we see them from above/behind and then a close up of the chest, Ethical Bug: lots of glowing/sparkles and Jack's reaction. Kitty is the only character who almost instantly gets a face reveal (even tho we briefly only see her eyes for a second), probably for the shock value of her dramatic reveal

While Puss and Kitty are hiding behind the chest after taking the map, Jack says, "Aha! There it is!" Puss lets out a sigh of relief after realizing that Jack was referring to the Midas touch and not their hiding spot. Just all the little details that show he's more on edge and anxious than he was before his encounter with Death

During the fight/chase for the map in the factory, Goldi smiles and nods in the top left corner while Papa says "You shouldn't have done that, mate" after Puss hits him in the nose with his stick

Kitty's path through the Dark Forest consists of the swamp of infinite sorrows, the mountains of misery, and the abyss of eternal loneliness. I think she might give Puss a good run for his money on who's the most depressed lol

Puss starts scratching at his beard as early as the pocket full of posies

Jump to the end now bc I got too caught up in the movie to notice any new details lol

In the second to last scene, as the Commodore walks out to the dock to go on his vacation, villagers whisper and glare at him behind his back. He is not very well liked lol

Part one , Part three, Part four, Part five

[alder-saan]

The Path of Poisons. 12

Orchids

Larissa Weems x gn! oc

the path of poisons masterlist: <- previous chapter [...] next chapter ->

sorryyyyyy! I had no time to write, but here it is! I'll try to write the next for Saturday but not sure I'll manage to do it, and after that I'll be out for 2 weeks, sorry again.

TW: none for this one? Just Larissa being a bit depressed if you squint? And mention of poisoning.

Also, as always, I translate this one afterwards, so there might be little problems with the translation.

taglist: @giogwensversion @tanith-rhea

Rei stretched out in bed. They'd slept a lot. For most of the weekend, in fact. As her condition had already stabilised when she'd arrived at the hospital, they'd only kept her there for a day, just long enough to do a few tests. But that weakened her, and she still needed rest. That's why he was given a few days off work, which he happily spent sleeping and relaxing. Taking care of his plants, too. They also took the opportunity to reflect on their situation. They looked at their phone. A missed call from Larissa.

Rei called back, and put it on speakerphone while they got dressed.

*Hello, Rei?*

"Yes, Riss, I'm sorry, I was sleeping…" she laughed.

*At 3.30pm?* she laughed at the other end of the handset.

"Yes, do you mind?"

They were rummaging in their wardrobe when a little white fur ball jumped out and ran out of the room. Rei was startled into silence and watched the ferret run out of the room.

*Not in the least.*

"Nevertheless, I'm going to have to go back to normal hours…"

*Are you working on Monday?*

"Yes, I'm better. I've had enough rest as it is, my boss isn't going to be happy if I don't do my lessons, I've already ruined his evening…"

*You gave me such a fright… Don't ever do that again.*

They let out a small laugh as they pulled on a shirt.

*I'm not joking, Rei. I was really scared.*

"Don't worry about me. I know a thing or two about plants."

*mhmm.*

A few seconds passed, while Rei finished buttoning the cream shirt they were going to match with black trousers.

*Would you like to get together today?

They stared out of the window, looking for an excuse not to have to go out. But it was a nice day and they wanted to see Larissa.But the idea of going out, to a café or a park, was already exhausting him.

"Why not, but I don't really feel like leaving the house.You could come…"

*I've never been to your place.*

"Ah, do you mind?"

*No, not at all, what time do you want me to come over?*

Rei thought for a few seconds. They wanted to say "now", but they had to be realistic. She probably had work to do, so she wasn't going to be able to come straight away anyway.

"Whenever it suits you. I'm not planning to move. If you like, you can come round at the end of the afternoon and we can cook together?"

*That's fine, I'll come around 6pm, I've still got a bit of work to do.*

"See you then, Riss, I'll send you the address."

*See you then.*

They hung up and texted the address straight away. Now it was time to tidy things up a bit.It wasn't that Rei lived in a particularly dirty place, but sometimes things weren't tidy. A pile of leaves was piled up on the table in her living room, plants were piled up everywhere, and then there was Belial's mess to tidy up. They sighed, remembering that they didn't even know where he'd gone. But there was no need to despair. The egg technique always worked.

So they went down the small staircase, which only led to a bedroom and a bathroom, and into the kitchen.They opened the fridge door and took out a hard-boiled egg, which they began to peel. Before long, the smell of egg spread through the house, and the little white ferret climbed onto one of his legs.They laughed and grabbed the little beast, which wriggled in all directions."Come here, Belial.He put him in the big cage he used to keep him quiet when he welcomed people into his home. He opened his mouth in the most dramatic fashion and gave a little cry of displeasure.

"Sorry mate, but for the time being I'm putting you in here. Otherwise I'll forget about it and you'll be attacking my girlfriend. But if you're good and she's not too scared of you, which I don't doubt for a moment because you're still very cute, I'll leave you outside."

The animal ran around in circles in its cage, looking for a way to escape, and only seemed to calm down when Rei gave it little bits of egg.

They turned on their computer to put on some music and tidied up the mess in the house, before sweeping up.Soon the house was clean, and they slumped into an armchair with a sigh. Belial scratched at the bars of his cage.

"Yes, you'll get out, but be patient."

They looked at the clock. Almost 6 p.m. Well, she shouldn't be long now, they thought. And they watched Belial moaning in his cage for the next few minutes.

Someone rang the doorbell, and Rei jumped to her feet, then hurried to the door to open it. Larissa was there, in a light grey dress. Rei let her in.

"It's a bit of a mess, sorry, haha."

"Don't worry."

She swept her gaze around the room. The entrance opened onto a living room, with a sofa and a footstool, a television, and a large bay window overlooking a greenhouse. Belial made a little noise that drew her attention to the cage and the little white animal wriggling inside.

"You've got a… ferret?"

"Yes, he's called Belial and he's very keen to get out. If you don't mind I'll open the door, otherwise he can wait a few hours."

"No, go ahead, you can open it."

Rei went to open Belial's cage and he rushed out, then to Larissa. He sniffed her and went to hide under the sofa.

"I think you look good in a ferret."

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, you… look a bit like a ferret… I suppose."

They laughed softly and helped her off with her jacket. But Larissa wasn't in the mood for laughter. She was worried. She'd nearly been poisoned to death, and she wouldn't wish that on anyone, least of all Rei. She took his hand and looked at him seriously.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

They knew what was bothering her and squeezed her hand gently.

"I was so scared… When I saw you unconscious, I… I thought I'd lost you."

"It takes more than that to get rid of me. Luckily Wednesday was there though. Besides, did she keep bugging you? I mean, she seemed convinced I meant you harm."

"She…" Larissa sighed, "She came to see me. She told me you were Avareïda Hydrurga, that she'd had a vision about it."

"And… you believed her?"

She looked towards the greenhouse and shook her head. She hadn't believed her. She already knew. Which wasn't the same thing. But she didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to wait for Rei to talk about it. She wanted to wait until they trusted her enough.

"No. Wednesday is a clever girl, but I can't know exactly what she saw. Besides, I know you're not my enemy, whoever you may be."

Rei squinted. Did Larissa know? Did she know that they were Avareïda Hydrurga? And if she knew, how had she guessed?

"But I don't want to talk about her," she smiled gently, "I don't want to talk about work, and even less about Wednesday. Let's just leave it all on the side for now, shall we?"

"All right. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you suggest."

And they prepared a large pizza, while Belial squealed hoping for a piece of cheese or meat. And although Rei had asked Larissa not to give her any, she couldn't resist the adorable look on the little animal's face for very long, and slipped it a piece of cheese on the sly.

"We could eat in the greenhouse," Rei suggested as they put the pizza in the oven.

"Yes, you could show me your plants!

"Er, yes, well, a lot of my plants are poisonous, so you'll have to be careful…"

A flicker of hesitation passed through the woman's eyes, but Rei took her hand.

"We won't be eating next to poisonous plants, don't worry. I've got a place with orchids and ferns, it'll be nice and safe."

She nodded gently, and Rei led her into the greenhouse to show her around. They opened the door. When she stepped inside, Larissa's eyes opened wide. The greenhouse was big, much bigger than she had imagined, bigger than the ground floor of the house itself. It was lit up by small lamps reflected in the glass in the ceiling and on the walls. A small path had been laid out in the middle, and a desk sat on one side, probably opposite a maple tree. A few steps further on, there was a small square in the middle of the path, with a table and three chairs. Around it were orchids, which had no flowers this time of year, but Larissa thought it must be beautiful in early summer.

"Settle down here, I'm going to get the pizza."

Larissa sat down in a chair and held her breath as Rei left. This place was so beautiful, she felt like she was in a dream. Her wide eyes passed over the tiles and the play of reflections on them. They were irregular glass, with little bubbles in them, and not quite straight.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

"I'm glad you like it.

Rei had returned, a large tray in her hands, with pizza and two glasses of wine, as well as some cutlery.

"It's really beautiful, I love this place."

"Well, you'll be coming here more often."

"If I'm invited by the wonderful host here, I don't mind," she replied with a smile.

"I'll invite you as often as you like. I think you look good in my house."

Larissa let out a small laugh, and Rei handed her one of the wine glasses, which the principal smelled and then tasted.

"However, you'd do much better in my bed."

She nearly spat out her wine. She laughed softly.

"Don't make me laugh when I drink wine!"

"By the way, do you like it?"

"It's very good."

When they had finished eating, Rei accompanied Larissa to the centre of the greenhouse and switched off all the lights. Now plunged into darkness, they could see the stars through the tiles, like thousands of tiny holes in the sky.

"I'd love to see a shooting star…" they said.

"It's not in season at all," commented Rei.

"Is there a shooting star season?"

"Second week of August."

But Larissa scanned the sky anyway, hoping perhaps to see a latecomer from the previous season. But after nearly a minute, still seeing none, she turned away from the black sky.

"Mhm, you're probably right…"

"We'll go and watch the shooting stars together next August."

"I wanted to see one tonight. I wish I could have made a wish," Larissa gasped.

"What wish?"

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true."

Rei dipped her eyes into his, and then moved her gaze to his lips. They slowly moved closer and put their arms on either side of the principal's head, who placed her hands on her partner's hips.

"I want to kiss you," Rei murmured.

And Larissa tried to detect in her eyes whether it was the truth. If Rei, if Avareïda wanted to kiss her. But she couldn't see any lies. There was nothing but affection and desire in Rei's dark eyes. She suddenly realised that the person she would be holding in her arms was the same person she had so brutally hurt so many years before. She had known it before, but at that moment it hit her. And this person wanted her. She wanted to hold her close, to ask her forgiveness, to heal all the wounds she had inflicted.

But Rei hadn't told her yet. So she didn't, and she kissed them hard, and her kiss meant "I'm sorry".

She wasn't sure Avareïda understood.

When she opened her eyes, out of the corner of her eye she saw a manchineel tree.

_________________________________________

To learn how to control her visions, Wednesday took regular lessons from Miss Kinswelt. Once every fortnight, she came to her class on Monday mornings before lessons to take stock and ask any questions she wanted. This time, she had something specific to ask. She knocked and pushed open the classroom door. Elizabeth Kinswelt was sitting in her chair in front of her desk, and smiled towards the door.

"Wednesday, I presume? Make yourself comfortable."

"Good morning Miss Kinswelt."

She sat down opposite the teacher.

"Do you know if I can communicate my visions to anyone else?"

"It is possible to communicate them to someone who has the same gift, but not to a normie, or any other kind of outcast."

Wednesday sighed. Of course he did. It would have been too easy.

"So there's no way I can show Weems what I saw?"

The teacher shook her head.

"No way. What did you want to show him?"

"I discovered that Mx Asphodelus was not who he said he was."

"Indeed, he is Avareïda Hydrurga."

Wednesday frowned. Who else knew about this? Could Miss Elizabeth Kinswelt be allied with Avareïda Hydrurga and Laurel Gates, too?

"Who else knows about this? Why didn't you tell anyone? You know very well that Avareïda Hydrurga is linked to Laurel Gates."

"Right. Then we'll proceed with our first lesson. I'm going to teach you how to transmit a vision. Give me your hand."

Elizabeth stretched out her hand on the desk, and Wednesday placed it on it, a little wary.

"A vision is transmitted by contact, once contact has been established, you have to think about the vision, and how to transmit it. It's quite simple, but it requires concentration."

Wednesday's head tipped back as she found herself propelled into Elizabeth's vision.

Larissa Weems was lying on the floor and Wednesday recognised the moment. It must have been just after she left. She was about to leave when the door opened. Avareïda Hydrurga entered. They moved forward just before stopping in front of the main one and taking a breath.

"Atropa Belladona, lethal dose," she heard him whisper.

And then she took a syringe and a small vial out of her jacket. From a distance, Wednesday couldn't see what was written on it, so she went closer and managed to read "physostygma" before Rei put the vial back in her bag.

"Rissa, Rissa, why is it my job to save your ass?" mumbled the teacher before plunging the needle into Larissa Weems' neck.

Then Wednesday found herself back in the classroom. She could hardly understand what was going on.

"This is why I trust Avareïda Hydrurga. They saved Mrs Weems when she should have died if no one else had.They wouldn't have done it if they were on Laurel Gates' side. I don't know if he's some kind of double agent pretending to work with her, or if someone is pretending to be him, but I'm sure he's not an enemy."

.

.

That day, Wednesday seemed more pensive than on other days.She was going to have to have a chat with Avareïda Hydrurga.

[eunchancorner]

Ik this is nothing like what I normally post, but the Mithzan content warning videos are getting to me so bad that I NEEDED to do this. Especially with the way Ross acts

“Rohoss, fuck off!” Max yelled, pressing back into the couch as the gray squirrel approached, trying to suppress giggles as he grabbed a throw pillow to use as a shield.

“I can’t Max, the tickle monster’s controlling me!” he tried to argue, unable to suppress his own squeaky laugh as the pillow was thrown at him.

“Buhullshit! The tickle monster isn’t real! It’s only real in Content Warning!”

“Oh no, it’s real, and it’s after you!”

“G-Go after Krista! Her laugh’s cute as shit anyway! Bug her!”

“Nope! It’s your turn! Plus I don’t wanna risk grilled cheese night…” his tail flicked as he mumbled the last part just loud enough for his redhead roomie to hear.

“Oh, it’s grilled cheese night? Fuck yeah,” he let himself get distracted before his brain returned to the situation at hand. “B-But that doesn’t mean you can tickle me! Krista!!” He called the brunette, “Krista, get in here!”

“What do you want?” she demanded as she popped her head in from the hall, doing her best not to glare at the rowdy roommates.

“You- well- you wouldn’t cancel grilled cheese night if I just kinda had Ross bug you with his dumb tickle monster shit, right?” Max asked, almost sheepishly, to which Ross added, “To be fair, I want to target him, but he keeps telling me to go for you.”

Krista was silent for a moment, looking between her boyfriend and their roommate, before she smirked. A look that made Max’s eyes widen and Ross’s bushy tail flick.

“Get him, Ross.”

Max didn’t even have time to protest before Ross’s paws made contact with his belly, pulling laughter from his throat in a way that only his oldest friend could, feeling that his fur and claws were being weaponized like always.

“Rohohohoss! Gohoddahahammit!!” he shoved at Ross’s paws, attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Nohohoho!”

“It’s too late, Max! The tickle monster’s got you now, and he’s not letting go!” he teased, pinching and poking at his roommate’s tummy, pulling bright squeals from the tall redhead.

“Nohoho! Fuckfuckfuckfuhuck!!” he squealed as he tried to wriggle away, only succeeding in pressing himself into the couch even further, trapping himself as his friend continued his ticklish assault. “I swehehear! Ihi’m gonnaha fuhuhuckin’ kihill youhuhuhu!”

“Max, quit threatening to kill Ross!” Krista called from her office.

“Dohon’t sihide with hihihim!” Max argued back, still shoving at his friend, who took the opportunity to claw at Max’s ribs, forcing a squeal from his throat as his arms snapped down. “STOHOP- beheheing so fuhuhucking fluhuhuffy!!”

“Why would I do that when I can make you laugh so much with it?” Ross giggled, ruffling Max’s hair, which the redhead swatted at with his now unoccupied arm.

“Behecahahause! Ihit’s gonna kihihill mehehehe!”

“You’re so dramatic! Tickles aren’t gonna kill you, Max, besides, I know you don’t really hate it. You just like pretending you do. I’m smarter than you think, or did you forget how long we’ve been friends?”

“Fuhuhuck youhuhuhu!”

“I also know what’ll get you to stop cursing so much! Or, talking really-”

“DOHON’T YOU FUHUHUCKING DAHARE-” Max cut him off with the warning, although the threatening aspect was undermined by his own laughter.

“Just once? It’ll be the end, I promise!” the squirrel pleaded, stopping his tickles so his roommate could answer.

“F-fihihine… Juhust once… No more after that, ok? You can go fuck off somewhere…”

Ross nodded quickly at the conditions, almost too quickly for Max’s liking, but it was agreement nonetheless. Max took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself as Ross pulled his hands away counting down so that Max could prepare.

“3… 2… 1!”

The redhead squealed as Ross blew a raspberry on his tummy, his fur and tendency to nuzzle into warm surfaces only intensifying the ticklish feeling. After only a few seconds of the ticklish agony, Ross stopped, patting Max’s head as he stood up.

“I’m gonna go feed Charlie, want me to grab you some water while I’m at it?” he asked as he started towards the kitchen.

“Youhu cahan go fuhuhuck youhursehelf is what youhu can do…” the redhead mumbled to himself, rubbing the tingles off of his belly.

“What was that?”

“Uh- soda, please…” he corrected himself, fearing a round two. And judging by Ross’s smirk, that was exactly what he just avoided.

“Mhm, gotcha. I’ll be back in a sec,” he called with a tail twitch as he disappeared into the room, leaving Max to catch his breath.

Maybe the Tickle Monster is real after all. His name is just Ross.

[saltycharacters]

hello! may i ask about the dear bug corner. ive been thinking about getting a dangomushi plush but i'm sensitive to textures and worried that theyre scratchy or might feel like they draw the moisture from my hands (lol its hard 2 describe). how do you find they feel? i hope u have an excellent day.

Honestly super happy to receive an ask like this, it makes me unironically ecstatic to know that not only you remember my bug corner but also that you'd come to me for advice,,, I'll do my best to help with ur descision of whether to get one or not :]

So the dangomushi pillbug plushes can actually come in two textures, depending on which kind you get. Most are the soft, short-fur type you can expect from plushes, but there's also shiny variations that come in this smooth, stiffer fabric to give it that mettalic sheen. I've got examples of both in different sizes, here you go:

[ID: A photograph of four cartoonish pillbug plushes, all in different sizes, resting on a white, dotted blanket. The two on the left are both blue, with the smaller one stacked on the big one, and with more prominent folds along their fabric. They are facing the two on the right, which are shiny and much smoother in apperance. The small golden one is balancing on the large silver onex and the both of them are also facing the blue pair. End ID]

[ID: A close-up photo of a blue, plush pillbug pencil case. It is simplified in design, with simple black eyes, a back divided by thread, and felt cut-out legs. A zipper lines its side A light-skinned hand is holding it up to the camera, over a white and dotted blanket. End ID]

For the softer ones, I'd say the fur on the back is relativley soft and itch-free, and is pleasant to the touch. It resembles most other short-haired plushes, although there is the smallest resemblance to velvet I can detect, which might be a bit bothersome depending on how you feel about that (i personally hate the feel of velvet, like I can barely bring myself to touch it, so maybe my sensitivity to it makes me feel it in other fabrics more. Idk. Regardless, feel free to take this part of the review lightly).

As for how it interacts with moisture, that part is hard for me to say. I understand what you mean but find it difficult to judge myself, cuz I have trouble noticing the moisture levels on my own hands and also dont spend as much time handling these plushes as I could be (I mostly keep them on a shelf in the corner of my room, hence the name Bug Corner). I think you will have to make your own guesstimate based on how you feel about other toys, what their fabrics/furs do and whether that would probably be applied to this line of plushes. If you want to back-and-fourth details to me to try and help you figure it out, my dms are always open :]

[ID: Two photos side-by-side of a hand gripping a metallic, silver pillbug plush. The plush is simplified in design, with back segments seperated by lines and with simple felt legs portruding from its side. The plush is shown to be mostly smooth, with the image on the left showing the folds that appear when pressing on the fabric. End ID]

As for the shiny pillbug plushes, these are completley furless (at least the back is) and smooth to the touch. The fabric is soft enough to cuddle but stiff enough to fold dramatically when pressed, so it's a fun sensory experience but that also heavily depends on preference. They can also get a little cold if left alone so there's that too.

[ID: Two photographs showing the underbelly of pillbug plushes. The bellies are shown to be smooth with very short fur, with the left plush having a light blue belly and the right having a grey belly. Light-skinned hands are shown holding the stuffed animals in postion, balincing them on a white blanket with grey spots. End ID]

Both types DO have the same short-furred stomachs, with the fur being even shorter than on the blue pillbugs. It's pretty soft (def not itchy), but also gives me hints of velvet so i kind of find it eh. Also, last note, both use the same felt cut-outs for the feet, so if you don't like the feel of felt then you should def keep this in mind when deciding.

[ID: A close up photograph of a light-skinned hand gripping a felt cut-out sown to a grey plush. The felt is cut into a row of half-circles, stretching along the plush in a line and representing multiple feet. In the backrgound one can make out a yellow and blue plush with similar felt feet. End ID]

Hope this helps! Feel free to shoot any other questions anytime, whether via ask or dm :]

[afterthe4th]

Journal Entry 15

Date: April 19th

Time: 11:39 pm

This is ridiculous. I can't believe that they are deciding to name this world catastrophe as 'the 4th'. Are you kidding me? I understand that the government and world leaders are busy trying to understand and fix everything but come on! Give some respect to those who escaped the Gasers. 'The 4th' is such a ridiculous name. There is absolutely no way I'm going to be called one of 'the 4th' survivors. Absolutely not. I did not escape a classroom full of Gasers, almost die while trying to steal food from HUMANS, and almost die again while being chased by Gasers! Though, I supposed the last one isn't a very unique experience. But almost dying at the hands of fellow NON-GASERS while the human population is dwindling is absurd. 'The 4th' does not do justice to my struggles and certainly does not capture the severity of the situation! This should be called something like 'The Great Disaster of 2044' or 'The Decline of Humans'. Okay, I admit those names are pretty bad as well. At least they are dramatic!

While on the topic of horrible names. I finally have a name for the puppy. Cat. I think it suits him. He loves sitting around and sleeping all day. His fur color also reminds me of my childhood cat Meow. I guess bad naming has always been in my genes.

I still can't believe they just left him chained up to that table leg. How could they just drop everything and leave a little baby like that? Especially in a hotel where he isn't familiar with the setting and has no food or toys! But, in a twisted way, I'm glad they did. Even though I've only had him for 4 days, I feel much less alone. That first week and a half after 'the 4th' were hard enough trying to understand my new reality, being alone certainly did not help. I almost gave myself up to the Gasers a couple of times. Especially after being unable to find my family. They aren't dead. I just know they aren't. All I need to do is find them. Maybe they are out-finding me right now! Maybe Gasers got into our house so they had to flee! But while I look for them, Cat is here to keep me company.

I'm still having trouble finding enough non-perishable foods. Pearl Nines City Resort has got to be one of the cheapest fancy hotels ever. They have a grand chandelier every 2 meters but can't afford some travel mix or chips in their rooms? Ridiculous. At least water won't be a problem here. Each room has 7-8 bottles of water. I counted 14 rooms on this floor. I know I just need to find their food storage room, but, I've been putting it off. I'm still shocked I was able to find a floor without any Gasers. I almost ran out of breath running up all those stairs. In hindsight, this was a very bad idea. There could've been gasers on every single floor. I would have been trapped with nowhere to go but run in circles.

Never mind, after some more thought, I don't regret coming here. I was starving and had nowhere to go. Seeing this fancy luxurious hotel would have been a temptation for anyone. I also have Cat now too. If I had a redo, I would enter this hotel again just so I could find him.

I'm just dreading having to leave this floor. I don't want to leave my haven.

CREDITS:

[lightupthemoon]

The Effect You Got On Me: From The Vault (No. 4)

No. 4: Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense

No. 1 // No. 2 // No. 3 // No. 5 // No. 6 // No. 7 // No. 8 // No. 9 // No. 10

Summary: Drabble collection based on the events of The Effect You Got On Me. Kate is experiencing new feelings and Yelena teases her about it.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Song: nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings: None for this one, just fluff. However, 18+ for future parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 1.4 K

Read on AO3 // PLAYLIST

Author's Note: This was supposed to be in part 3, but you know, things were getting long. Still cute though! If anyone wants to be tagged, lemme know) Enjoy!

Eleanor Bishop shut down the door on love after the tragic passing of her husband. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those. 

She busied herself with Bishop Security and her daughter Kate, pushing her towards every extracurricular she took a liking for, in a desperate attempt to help her navigate the grief of losing her father. It's better to be productive than to sulk around, Kate. Eleanor would say, You're a Bishop, you have to be the best. Distractions won't make you the best. Unbeknownst to her, Kate took her mother's words to heart and instilled that very belief as fundamental from a very young age. 

Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise the first time she found herself smiling while watching you baby-talk Lucky as you fed him small pieces of your breakfast waffles. You had spent the night at her apartment because you were too lazy to go back to your dorm, which had become a constant occurrence after two months of your arrangement. You would scrunch up your nose and giggle every time Lucky licked your fingers clean and Kate found it so cute it made her chest fill up with warmth. She suddenly felt an urge to lean over and kiss you, the thought alone filling her stomach with a strange fluttering she had never felt before. 

"So, I'm gonna have to skip fencing practice today," Kate heard you saying, petting Lucky one last time before wiping your hand with a napkin. "America and Peter keep complaining that I spend a lot of time with you so I’m studying with them this afternoon." 

"Oh," Kate replied, unable to hide her disappointment. "That's a bummer. We are using sabres today. Twice the speed, twice the fun." 

"Next week, Katie, I promise," You smiled, before drinking the last of your coffee. The archer sighed dramatically, nodding her head in agreement.

"I suppose I can take Lucky to the park after practice, then. Yelena has been badgering me about a puppy date, I might take her up on that." 

"Oh, please, do it, and send me pictures," You squealed, getting up from your seat and walking up to her, mindlessly sitting on her lap like it was something you did every day. "She is right, Lucky and Fanny are soulmates." 

Kate bit the inside of her cheek, amused, wrapping her arms around you as she said, "Not you too. I have enough with Yelena saying that." 

"How can you not see it? They gravitate towards each other every game night, and Fanny falls asleep so fast when she has her head on Lucky's fur! Come on, it's so cute!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around her neck. 

"That's because they get bored of watching us scream at each other over board games, Y/N." 

"Shut up, they're soulmates." 

"Mhm," Kate hummed, leaning forward to trap your bottom lip between her own. You sighed happily, tilting your head to the side, letting her lead you into the kiss as your hands got lost in black locks of hair. When you pulled back, Kate smiled at you, blue eyes twinkling. "Are you sure we can't stay for some morning fun?" 

You chuckled, dropping your hands to her shoulders. "We are running late as it is, come on." 

Although you both kept physical contact in public to the minimum so your friends wouldn't grow suspicious, it didn't take a genius to notice how Kate went everywhere you went and vice versa. Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus and the news that Kate Bishop had finally fallen in love was all anyone ever talked about. Kate didn't hate the rumors, surprisingly. She liked posting pictures of you doing random things on social media with purple hearts as captions to mess with the masses, and she enjoyed watching you laugh as you read through the comments of all the jealous girls that claimed they could treat Kate better. 

"I dare them to sit through hours of watching YouTube discourses on why Hawkeye is the most important Avenger and then come back to me," you said one time and Kate smiled because you not only listened to her every eccentric interest, you encouraged them. 

For someone that had kept her cards close to her chest her entire life, the way you tore down Kate's walls so effortlessly scared the living crap out of her. Not that she thought about it when you were with her. When she walked you to class, when you hugged her goodbye and wished her to have a good day in a whisper close to her ear, the only thing Kate could think about was that she just needed to get through the rest of her day to have you that close again. 

Of course, that series of very unfamiliar thoughts turned into a full-blown panic whenever Kate was on her own. A voice in her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–, reminded her constantly that what she had with you was casual, a distraction to make you forget the girl you actually loved. Falling in love with you, or anyone for that matter, was a bad idea all around and she needed to stay the fuck away from anything that resembled it. 

So, she did what she did best, ignoring all of her problems until they went away. Ultimately, she would not sacrifice really good sex for some silly little feeling that would probably eventually fade away. 

"I'm glad you're finally seeing the truth, Kate," Yelena gloated with a smirk as soon as they met at the park. Fanny and Lucky immediately started playing together, tails wagging happily. "Look at them, already smelling each other's butts. It's true love." 

"That's just what dogs do, Lena," Kate retorted, pulling a bit on Lucky's leash so they could get on with their walk. "They're not in love." 

"But the word on the street is that you are, isn't it?" Yelena laughed with a naughty glint in her eye, walking side by side with her best friend. 

"You can't possibly believe that," Kate said with a scoff, way faster than she intended, which only earned her a diverted mhm from the blonde that made it clear she didn't believe her. "It's like you don't know me at all, Yelena Belova. I feel wounded." 

"Now, now, drop the dramatics," Yelena brushed her off. "It's because I know you that I'm positive something is going on between you and Y/N." 

"Why would you say that?" 

"I don't know," Yelena shrugged. "You didn't even talk to each other during game night before and now you're attached at the hip? Seems suspicious. Besides, when have you ever brought a girl to the archery range? I still remember how fast you shut down that one redhead that suggested you taught her how to shoot because no one touches the sacred ground." Yelena made her best impression of Kate with that last part, letting out a loud laugh.

The archer only looked down, trying to conceal with her hair the heat she had started to feel all around her neck and cheeks. 

"Y/N is my friend," Kate tried defending herself. "She just… gets me." 

Yelena gave her a knowing smile and for some reason, Kate's stomach flipped at the notion of other people noticing what she was just starting to discover. If she was that obvious, did you know? 

Yelena suddenly slapped her arm, excitedly making hand motions towards Lucky and Fanny that had crossed each other's paths and tangled their leashes together, leaving them no option but to walk paws to paws to move comfortably, their tails still wagging side to side nonstop. Kate only rolled her eyes with half a smile, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of it to send to you. 

"I just wanna say that I like you two together," Yelena continued, snapping a few pictures herself before helping the archer untangle the dogs. "You seem happier when you're around her." 

The archer couldn't help but smile at that. "Yeah, I am happy." 

For the first time in her life, Kate caught herself wondering if she and her mother had gotten it all wrong. 

TAGLIST: @sunshadesnrainbowz @imlike-so-gaydude @hopingforromanoff @ittynyte @girlssnrosess

[internalsealpanic]

Useless

Summary:  Jason has no idea how 'get a guard dog' could be misinterpreted.

a/n:  Dedicated to @littleredwing89 's dog who is an endless source of delight. Happy birthday, you useless mutt(affectionate).

warning: none

Jason did was pretty fucking sure he didn't need to be specific with his suggestion.

"Get a guard dog."

Which part of that was up to interpretation?

He glares down that large bundle of fur wagging its tail at him expectantly.

"Hey (Y/n), you got a receipt for him, yeah?" Jason asks (hopefully) as he stares into the mutt’s large sparkly eyes. The dog opens his mouth, panting at Jason and pawing at his leg.

You peek your head out of the kitchen with raised brows. "Uh that's not how shelters work, Jay."

Jason pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, can you give him back?"

"No."

"(Y/n), he's clearly not a guard dog," he says gruffly, trying to assess whether the dog has any brain cells.  The dog yips and nudges at Jason's hand trying to get him to pet him.

“Princess, the only thing he's defending is a food bowl.”

“He’s perfect.”

Jason looks at you and I mean really looks at you.

"Well. Ok. He's not but I'm attached," you say with a pout.

Jason lets out another put upon sigh. He hates you sometimes. "Sweetheart, unless this thing--"

"His name is Robbie."

He blinks at you."Robbie?"

You smile broadly and Jason feels his heart tick in his chest.

"As in like Robin?" He coughs, trying to flush out the warmth blooming in his chest. Most people describe it as like sparklers going off in your chest but Jason, the hardened crime boss, likes to tell himself that it feels more like fungus.

"Narcissist," you scoff, wrapping your arms around the ball of fluff, nuzzling your face against the dog. You're not allowed to be this cute.

"No, but I know the extent of your creativity."

You jut your bottom lip out at him petulantly. "If you must know, I don't actually know. That's just the name he came with."

Well, his brothers are definitely not going to buy that.

You roll your eyes seeing the incredulity in his.  "Check the papers if you want."

Jason looks astounded when he finds out you're telling the truth.

"See?"

"We're still not keeping him."

You hug Robbie closer to you. The (80 pound) pup whines and both of you stare wide-eyed. "Jaaaaay, pleeeeease."

"How long have you had him?"

You pause for a minute, seemingly calculating something in your head. "2 hours."

Jason stares at you both dumb and awestruck.

"How?!"

You raise your shoulders in a shrug. "I dunno, how did Bruce get attached to you after 5 seconds?"

Jason opens his mouth to protest but can't really find any rebuttal dramatic enough or clever enough so he keeps his trap shut.

"We're still not keeping Robbie."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Ok, how about spend an hour with him then tell me that again. Deal?"

Jason crosses his arms. "Fine."

Jason stares up at the ceiling, scratching the head of the fuzzball laying on his stomach.  Robbie snores and whines in his sleep, his leg kicking out at odd intervals.

"Fuck," Jason curses softly.

You grin down at him triumphantly. "So, are we keeping him?"

Jason glares down at the dog snuffing at his chest and the little shit beaming down at him from your spot behind the couch. He spoils you too much.

"We're keeping him," he scratches Robbie's head. The pup's ear flicks content with Jason's attention. "But."

Your face falls. "But?"

"I'm gonna train him to be a guard dog," Jason says seriously.

You let out a startled laugh. "Good fuckin luck Jay."

You squeal, the sound breaking both Jason and Robbie out of their haze.

Robbie's the first to launch himself off the couch. Jason raises his brow as the puff ball darts into the bathroom where the sounds are coming from.

Robbie skids to a stop, panting then laying flat on the floor.

It may have been too optimistic to hope the mutt grew a spine after two days of training.

Jason huffs out a laugh and ruffles the fur on his soft belly. He really needs to step up the pup’s training.

The window opens with a quiet snikt. Jason pads into the room his heavy combat boots scuffing against the hardwood floor.

The room is dark with only the ribbons of moonlight illuminating it. Jason forces himself to make his footsteps louder as he walks around the room. He waits.

Then waits.

Then waits some more.

He sighs and goes to look for Robbie.

Flummoxed, he finds Robbie curled up on top of you. The little bastard is snoozing happily while Jason, a potential threat, stalks through the apartment.

Ok, maybe the dog is just a heavy sleeper.

Jason wakes the pup up and tries to loom over both of you as threateningly as possible. He's managed to make grown men piss themselves with this look.

The dog wakes up dazed. He looks up at Jason, wide eyed and stupidly happy. He jumps  up, placing the pads of his paws against the front of Jason's chest armor. Jason has the teensiest heart attack. He really doesn't wanna fry your dog.

Robbie licks his helmet, covering the visual display in dog slobber.

Jason takes his helmet off and Robbie gives him a faceful of puppy licks.

“Hey Jay,” you grumble, burying your face into your pillow.

Jason runs his hand through your hair. You lean into his touch. "How's the training going?"

"Yanno, he just tried to lick a criminal to death."

You giggle.

Robbie looks ridiculously pleased with himself.

Jason may need to enlist some help.

"Todd."

"Gremlin."

"Please don't murder each other in front of Robbie. He's very sensitive." You joke, putting a platter of cookies in front of them.

The little menace plops himself in front of Damian nudging his snout into Damian's hand. Damian raises his brow at the dog. "Is he why you called me over?" He asks, denying the dog pets.

Robbie growls and presses his face into Damian's hand who simply glares at him. Taking the hint, he moves on and plops his furry butt in front of Jason who automatically pets him.

Jason sighs. "We need your animal handling expertise."

Damian plays a loud noise on his phone.

Robbie startles then  hides behind Jason.

Robbie is terrible. Jason huffs a laugh and tickles behind Robbie behind his ears. The pup leans into his touch.

"Stop indulging him," Damian says flatly, scowling at the cowering pup.

Jason smiles down wearily at Robbie.  "He just needs a little bit of coaxing." Damian rolls his eyes, looking more like a teenager than he usually does. Robbie pushes his snout into Jason’s hand.

"This," Damian point to Robbie, "is a dud."

Jason scowls, feeling offended for Robbie who is content with existing with zero brain cells. "Don’t let y/n hear you calling him a dud."

"This is a dud." Damian repeats louder as if to make sure you heard him.

You try to snort quietly and for the first time something dawns on Jason.

You knew you'd have to explain eventually.  You smile innocently. "I did go into the shelter to find a guard dog. I swear!"

Jason crosses his arms. "Uhuh."

"I did... but," you twirl your hand,"look at him!"

Robbie barks somehow knowing he's being addressed. He smiles and wags his tail.

You touch your fingertips together, shrinking  a little. "Besides, I thought he might help you relax."

You look up at him with a well practiced kicked puppy look. Jason, for some reason, looks to Damian for help who just shrugs.

You cough, burrowing yourself deep into the thick comforter. Jason rubs your back in soothing circles.

"I told you to wear a coat." He scolds smuggly.

"And I told you to stop getting shot at." You wheeze. Your throat feels warm and scratchy.

"And here I am in one piece."

"Jaaaay."

"Fine, what's your dying request?"

You bury your face in a coughing fit, trying to hide your smile. "Walk Robbie."

Robbie comes rushing in upon hearing the word 'walk'. He jumps on the bed and licks Jason's face.

"Little shit."

"Jaaaaay." You whine.

"Fine." He exasperates, trying to shuffle the pooch along.

Jason watches as Robbie tries to eat another amorphous brown thing.  Jason tugs at his leash gently.

"Are you gonna eat everything you sniff?" Jason grumbles.

The dog answers by trying to eat something else.

Jason runs his hand through his hair with a loud sigh.  "You're useless."

The dog stares up at him, looking like he's gonna start rolling on the ground and begging for belly rubs. Jason has to admit that he finds Robbie's brainlessness kind of endearing.

Maybe he's ok with him.

Robbie licks his hand and flicks his tail.

He ruffles the pup's hair. Ok, more than a little ok.

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

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whisper of the heart- megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: you begin to take notice of the name “megumi fushiguro” on all the tops of your library checkout cards. a semi-retelling of whisper of the heart featuring you and megumi. (genre: fluff, high school au, meet cute)

warnings: none! except maybe slightly ooc megumi

word count: 3.2k

a/n: hi everyone! ty all again for being so patient with me publishing this. i’ve been very busy with college apps lately, but i’m gonna try to keep this blog as active as i can while balancing it with school life. anyways, i had a lot of fun writing this, but i’m definitely not used to writing megumi, so feel free to leave feedback ^^ i also changed some details from the original movie and left it a bit open ended, so feel free to let me know if you want a part 2!

“who the hell is megumi fushiguro?”

your gaze was fixed on the faded ink reading the now all too familiar characters. the characters spelling out a name that managed to keep showing up on the yellow tinted checkout cards tucked into the books you borrowed.

nobara glanced over your shoulder, inspecting the piece of cardstock tucked between your fingers. wrinkling her nose in disgust, she plucked the card from you, holding it closer to her face.

“whoever it is, they have terrible handwriting.” she stuck her nose up, turning back to you with a playful smile. “i don’t know how you managed to get ‘megumi fushiguro’ out of that chicken scratch.” a face of mock distress crossed her features as she did air quotes around the name, as if she couldn’t believe such a delicate name would be given to someone with such handwriting. she’s always had a tendency to be a bit over dramatic about trivial stuff like this.

with nothing more than a huff in response, you snatched back the card, tucking it neatly back into your library book. your fingers grazed the worn down cover for a moment, gliding along the slight tears around the corners and the stiffness of the yellowing pages.

‘i wonder how many of these creases came from megumi fushiguro?’

“whoever it is, it seems like that name shows up in every book i check out in the library.”

nobara kicked a rock as she walked, leaving a small cloud of dust around her feet. “maybe you’re just imagining it. you always stay up so late doing whatever the hell it is you do in your free time that you’ve probably begun to hallucinate.” she nudged you playfully, eliciting a dead pan expression from you.

“i’m serious nobara. i mean, i’ve never really believed in fate but there’s no way it’s completely coincidental!”

she raised an eyebrow, as if to say you can’t be serious. “i think you’ve been reading too many romance novels, for all you know this person could totally be just some weird old guy with nothing better to do than visit the library.”

“hey!” you acted as if that last bit was a personal attack on you, and knowing nobara it probably was. “i’m not saying this megumi fushiguro person is my soulmate or anything, i just think it’s a very strange coincidence.” you shrugged off your backpack as you talked, putting away your book. noticing the suspiciously light weight of your bag, you rummaged your fingers around for a moment to find that your sketchbook had gone missing.

crap.

nobara turned to you, perceptive as ever of your suddenly altered demeanor. “forget something again?” it was almost annoying sometimes how well she knew you. was it really that obvious?

“just my sketchbook,” your hands rifled through your bag one final time to make sure you really didn’t have it “probably left it on the park bench or something, it’ll just be a minute to get it.” you turned to her with a sheepish smile, silently pleading her to follow you there. she stared blankly at you for a moment, probably having one of her internal monologues about how lucky you were to have her as a friend, before rolling her eyes and following suit.

“this better be quick, i have places to be you know!”

“no you don’t.” you turned around before you could meet her melodramatic glare.

behind you, you could hear her huff of dissatisfaction, though she made no move to leave, reassuming her position next to you, giving you a gentle nudge as she brushed next to you.

as you walked, the sunlight peeking between trees framing your pathway began to warm your face, highlighting the ends of your eyelashes and the tops of your cheeks with the warm glow of the first hints of summer time. for a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself be enveloped in it, before your fleeting thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bike coming in your direction. you felt as if you’d jump out of your own skin in that moment, hearing a “move out of the way!” from a husky, disembodied voice.

it probably looked pretty ridiculous how you jumped out of the way, kicking up a fleeting cloud of dust as you avoided the sudden presence of the biker. grounding yourself, your eyes flickered up to the source of the voice, being met with the gaze of stormy blue eyes, framed by long, dark eyelashes that nobara would most definitely be envious of. taking in the boy’s whole figure, your eyes were drawn to the messy black hair atop his head, formed at the ends into contradictorily gentle looking spikes. the sleeves of his white button down were rolled up taut around his forearms, leading your gaze to his hands wrapped tightly around the bike handles.

oh, right. he’s still biking.

you turned your focus back to keeping to your side of the path momentarily, before the sight of your name written atop the sketchbook peeking out of his bag came into your field of vision as he continued to move past you. before you had time to think rationally, you turned to his now retreating form, breaking into a jog, kicking up a few more dust clouds as you did.

ignoring nobara’s incredulous calling of your name, you tried to call to the boy who had no intention of slowing down. “excuse me!” you cupped a hand around your mouth, hoping to project your voice louder. “hey!” the irritation in your voice was clear, but you breathed a small sigh of relief as the bike slowed to a stop, and the spike headed boy turned to your direction.

after an awkward moment of your continued jogging to him while he stood with a blank expression, you stopped in front of him, an accusatory look grazing your features.

“i think you have something of mine.” you tried your best to imitate the confident attitude you always admired from nobara, placing a hand on your hip and using the other one to point to his bag. his gaze followed the direction of where you pointed, his eyebrows raised while the rest of his face remained stagnant.

“oh, this?” he tugged the cardboard covered sketchbook out of the pocket it had been placed in, examining the cover. his eyes flickered between your name written in the top corner, and your currently annoyed looking face, as if he was playing some sort of word association game. you simply nodded in response, anticipation clear in your actions.

as he held out the sketchbook to you, he leaned down so his face was closer to you, as if to tell you a secret, voice low and eyes trained on you. “you should be more careful next time. you’re lucky i’m nice enough to not just steal this from you right now.”

you didn’t have an explanation as to why your heart began to race.

taking your silence as a response, he pushed it into your hands, his fingers brushing against yours gently. “nice drawings by the way, i recognize your friend over there from the portrait you drew of her on the first page.” his face remained stoic as he pointed at nobara, who was tapping her foot in boredom.

face warm from embarrassment, you snatched the sketchbook from where his hands lingered on it, muttering a bitter sounding “thanks” before stalking over to nobara once more, who looked relieved that she’d finally be able to go wherever it was she was going to.

“what an asshole.” you glared at him over your shoulder as he biked away, your gaze lingering a second too long for someone so insistent on hating him. nobara shook her head in response, clearly annoyed at your own obliviousness after witnessing the whole interaction.

a smug smile crossed her soft features. “maybe that’s megumi fushiguro.”

you raised a brow as you glanced at her. “as if!”

despite your insistence on your distaste for the mystery boy, he managed to have flooded your thoughts. ‘he must be using sorcery or something to keep himself on my mind, weirdo.’

still, you couldn’t deny how just a few more of your portraits were accented by ocean blue eyes, or pointed ends to the different mops of hair you sketched. how did you manage to keep attracting mystery people into your life?

when you returned to the library, you gripped a thick science fiction novel, the pages brushing your soft fingers as your marched it up to the checkout counter. as the librarian wrote the date on a small piece of cardstock, you took note of the fact that your name would be the first one there. had megumi fushiguro missed out on this one?

a pleasant smile stretched across your face as the librarian handed the book back to you. scrawling your name at the top of the checkout card, your eyes flickered to a stamp of ink beneath the slot for it.

donated by fushiguro.

of course it was.

the library door squeaked quietly as you pushed it open, one hand on the door, and the other placing your new book in your backpack. zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder, you were met with the feeling of a dog sniffing your leg. your eyes trailed down to a dog almost akin to a small polar bear brushing its nose against your calf. reaching your hand to scratch softly against the back of his head, you coo gently at the not-so-little little guy.

“what’s got you all by yourself buddy?” an involuntary smile creeps onto your face at how he calms at your pats.

wordlessly, obviously considering this is a dog, he turns and walks a few steps forward, before pausing and tilting just his fur covered face toward you, egging you on to follow him just as you had the other day with nobara. you considered for a moment, before shrugging and giving in to his pretty minimal amount of convincing. nobara would be out getting lunch with maki today anyways, so you could use something to do today. after all, it could be fate.

it was almost as if you were one of those people who walked their dog without a lash, but in reality, it was more like the dog was walking you as it lead you down tall, sidewalk-lined hills and through parks filled with young parents having picnics with their children and couples going on walks. you wondered to yourself if this was a worthwhile excursion, was he just leading you to a dead end, or worse, was he some dog trained by a gang to lure people into danger?

after walking a few minutes more, you found out the spot you were being lead to was, in fact, even worse then both the possibilities you’d been brainstorming in your head, when you were met at the bottom of another hill with the stoic expression of that spike head. his eyes softened at the sight of the dog, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips that quickly vanished as he met your gaze, his eyes hardened in contrast with the bashfulness that shone on his cheeks.

“oh, you found him. thanks for that.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze back to the dog. you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. to be fair though, what did you expect you’d do when you found where the dog was leading you?

“i should probably go.” your usually collected demeanor had been replaced with that of a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. with a stiff wave, you took your leave, turning on your heel.

“wait.” his voice wavered, as if trying to catch himself before he spoke. “i can walk you home if you want. it’s the least i can do after you got him home.” he forced a smile onto his face, though it made him look more constipated than inviting. what happened to the snarky, aloof boy who had handed you your sketchbook just a few days ago?

still, you nodded, lips pressed into a line that you hoped resembled somewhat of a smile. surely, you should have been more worried about his sudden change in demeanor, but the relieved expression on his face seemed to soothe your nerves a bit. he assumed a spot next to you, tucking his hands in his pants pockets.

“your little buddy there lead me all over the city trying to find you, so i don’t exactly know how to get home from here, but maybe you can just lead me to the library.” you turned so you faced him, now aware of the close proximity between you two. nobara would probably laugh in your face if she could witness the moment you paused, stunned by the eye contact he made with you under his thick eyelashes. had you been perceptive enough in the moment, you may have noticed the blush creeping up his face. he nodded his head, which was already tilted down to face you fully, with eyes hazy and lips slightly parted.

“it’s just this way, i’ll show you.” he removed his hand from its pocket to point up the hill that had brought you to him in the first place. you gripped the straps of your backpack and faced in the direction he pointed to obediently, hoping to ignore the weird tension in the air. what could you talk to him about?

before you could continue your internal dilemma, he cleared his throat again. “you seem to like the library a lot, huh?”

by god was this boy terrible at small talk.

“i guess i do, but i don’t know how you came to that conclusion considering i only just brought up the library.” you cocked an eyebrow as you looked at him, probably sounding more annoyed than you’d intended.

he smiled knowingly at you, a hint of disbelief on his features as he raised his eyebrows. “i guess you wouldn’t know since your nose is always buried in a book, but i see you there like every day.”

your eyebrows furrowed so they practically touched, trying to rack your memory for seeing him in the library. “i’m sure i’d be able to recognize you if you did.” you were completely oblivious to the implications of how memorable you found him that laced your statement.

he shrugged nonchalantly. “believe it or not. i even tried sitting down in front of you a few times, but you were always too focused on your books to notice.” his smile was almost bittersweet as you waited by a stoplight. before you could respond, he continued. “it’s kind of admirable though. i think it’s nice that you’re so passionate about your books.”

you took a chance to look at him, really look at him, for the first time since you’d glared at him biking by. he held your gaze, eyes gentle. there was absolutely no way this was the same boy carrying your sketchbook in his bag from a few days ago.

“well if you think i’m so nice, what was with you trying to be all smart about my sketchbook?” ever the stubborn one, you were.

he shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “you really should be more careful of your stuff. i was just letting you know. it’s not like i would have put in that effort for just anyone’s sketchbook. i guess i was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it again. sorry if i offended you.”

the way he was blushing would have made any bypasser believe he’d just asked you to marry him.

“it’s just…” he continued “after seeing you in the library all the time, i thought you were really impressive. i thought if i tried to return your sketchbook, i could impress you too.” he kicked a rock that touched the edge of his sneaker.

“why would you wanna impress me?” your obliviousness was excruciating for the poor boy, though it was completely sincere on your end.

“you know, for someone so smart, you really are dense.” he pursed his lips, feigning annoyance. “and here i was thinking i was so obvious.”

at this point, you were nearing the library, and suddenly desperate to continue this conversation that you would have been dreading at the start of this walk.

“when it was obvious you weren’t gonna look up from your book, i tried checking out as many books as i could to get on your radar.” his smile had a weird hint of sadness behind it. you stayed silent, piecing together facts in your head.

“recognize the name megumi fushiguro?”

oh.

it pained you for a moment to know you’d have to tell nobara she was right.

“you’re megumi fushiguro?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise, mouth slightly agape. he seemed to stifle a laugh at your expression.

“i mean, what were you expecting?” he looked a little too smug for someone who was too scared to talk to you in the library.

“some weird old person, probably.” you shrugged, still with an incredulous look on your face. “i’m glad it wasn’t though.”

“oh?” he really did have a nice smile. “i guess you’re glad it was me then.” even he was unsure of this sudden confidence.

you pondered his question for a moment, but your body moved before your brain did, nodding your head slowly. he seemed to loosen up then, hands out of his pockets again, making you aware of how close you stood to him with the way his fingers brushed yours every few steps. a slight sadness filled your being as you stopped in front of those squeaky library doors that suddenly seemed so uninviting.

“i’ll tell you what then,” he started confidently, juxtaposing the bashful way he avoided eye contact with you all of a sudden “come to the library again tomorrow, and i’ll meet you there. really meet you this time, not just walking past your table. i can show you my favorites there and you can show me yours, it’ll be…fun.” he looked up almost worriedly for your reaction, slightly angry at himself for his sudden shyness, you seemed to have quite the effect on him.

there was a beat of silence, and he almost cut the tension in the air by taking back his request and booking it back home. before he could fully hatch his master escape plan, you reached over to grab his hand, his slender fingers lacing through yours. you gave it a light squeeze, and swore you could feel him jump a little at the contact.

“i’d like that a lot,” you looked in his eyes, which had gone from defensive to doe like in just your five words “megumi fushiguro.” he loved the way his name sounded coming from you. his anticipation cracked into a smile as he squeezed your hand back, and you prided yourself on getting to make him smile again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, then.” he leaned down slightly as he said it, reminiscent of how he had scolded you about your sketchbook just a few days ago. you nodded in response, unable to stop the giddy smile stretching across your face.

tomorrow couldn’t come any faster.

[sleptwithinthesun]

no i have not seen a single episode of s/tranger t/hings 4. yes i will write fanfiction for e/ddie m/unson anyway. prompt stolen from @dontfeeltoohot 's post, found here. they wrote flowers, so i wrote dogs. 1.4K words, enjoy!!

(part 2 is posted here!!)

"Holy shit, when did you get a dog?"

Eddie wastes no time in dropping to his knees, not even waiting for a response, and his curls bounce excitedly around his head as the dog zeroes in on him. "Hey, buddy!" he says softly, immediately fawning over the creature and running ringed fingers through its fur as it rubs up against him, tongue lolling out of its mouth. 

Dustin grins at Steve, silver braces flashing in the sunlight. "I found him sniffing around my trash cans last night, probably looking for food. He didn't have a collar, so if no one comes for him by the end of the week, Mom says I get to keep him." 

"Does he have a name?" Steve asks, way past the point of even pretending to be surprised by the shit Dustin and the rest of the kids get up to. After the whole secret Russian base and Mind Flayer thing, he's not sure if they even can surprise him anymore. A dog, in comparison to all of that, is tame, even if it does look like some type of pit bull-terrier mix. Which, whatever. It's not his problem. 

"Of course he has a name, Steve, what kind of person do you take me for?" Dustin asks, scoffing like Steve is the stupidest person alive. "This is J.K."

There's a pregnant pause, long enough that Eddie turns to Steve so that he can give him a look, and Dustin, catching it, asks, "What?" defensively. 

"Nothing, it just seems… I dunno. A bit too causal for you, Henderson," Eddie says, turning his gaze from Steve to him. There's dog fur all over the front of his black shirt, the pale yellow standing out in stark contrast, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

"Yeah, I mean, J.K. has to stand for something, right?" Steve asks, glancing over to Dustin for confirmation. The younger boy rolls his eyes, huffing with exasperation.

"No, it doesn't. His name is just J.K., alright?" 

Steve puts his hands up, trying to calm Dustin down. "Alright, fine. That's cool. We have to run, anyways; my shift starts in, like, fourteen minutes and Robin will kill me if I'm late." The last part is directed towards Eddie, who's still eagerly petting the dog and has started planting kisses on its forehead. "Munson." 

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Eddie quips, finally turning his attention back to Steve. Upon seeing the expression on his face, though, his own sobers from the childlike joy that had surfaced upon seeing the puppy. "Oh. Are we going?" 

"If we want to make it on time, then yes." 

Eddie sighs dramatically, shoving himself upwards and half-heartedly brushing dog fur off of his clothes, which, to be honest, is more effort than Steve expected him to put in. "Alright, let's get this freak show on the road. Dustin, enjoy the dog!" he calls, walking towards Steve and heading down the road, even while glancing mournfully over his shoulder at the puppy. 

"Didn't peg you as a big animal lover," Steve comments, cursing his thirdhand car for the eighth time in almost twenty minutes. It's not that he lives far from the Family Video; it's just annoying to have to walk to work, now that he can't drive and Robin won't pick him up.

Eddie laughs, tucking unruly strands of curly hair back behind his ear. "Yeah. Wasn't allowed to have pets with my uncle, you know? But I'll take whatever I can get, now." He rubs a thin finger against the underside of his nose, sniffling lightly. "What about you? Any pets?"

He shrugs. It's like he's in a perpetual state of disbelief that he's actually talking to Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, unable to even speak to him half the time. "Uh, me? No, no. Um. Well, actually. My mom had a cat for a couple weeks when I was little, but we had to give it away. Think it was feral."

"No shit?" Eddie asks, grinning up at him. "I tried to keep a cat once, ended up sneezing my goddamn head off. My uncle, for some reason, didn't bother to tell me I'm allergic to them. So," he takes a couple steps to be in front of Steve, walking backwards and spreading his arms out wide, "bleeding heart for animals, but they don't really feel the same way about me."

Steve practically gapes at him. "How long did you keep it for?"

"A week and a half." At Steve's wide-eyed look, he says, "Hey, it was fine. It's not like I stopped breathing, or anything."

"Was that a concern?!"

"I mean, a little bit?" He digs a knuckle into the side of his nose, sniffling a bit harder this time. "Like I said, it was fine. I survived, kicked out the cat, and deep-cleaned my trailer. No harm, no foul."

"You're actually an idiot," Steve says, shaking his head to hide the grin that's spreading over his face. "You tried to keep an animal you're allergic to? For a week and a half?"

Eddie smiles back at him, any remaining tension dissipating. "In my defense, I didn't know I was allergic at first. But hell yeah, Steve, she was cute. You should've seen her, adorable little tortoiseshell that she was." The older boy blinks rapidly, moving back to fall in line with Steve as they walk the rest of the way. "Ugh, I feel gross." He clears his throat a moment later, coughing lightly for a few seconds.

"You alright?" Steve asks, concerned. Eddie does have a flair for the dramatic, but he doesn't like to draw attention to his vulnerabilities. Expressing this much to him, especially when they're not particularly close, is getting his attention.

Eddie shrugs, clearing his throat again. "It's probably the— hh! the dog hair. On my clothes. And being close to J.K., I mean."

"Wait, wait, wait. Don't tell me," Steve says, a warning tone shining through in his voice. Eddie's lip quirks in the corner, a not-smile, and Steve blows out a breath. "You're allergic to dogs, too?"

"It's not nearly as bad as cats," he reassures, sniffling. "My throat's not going to swell shut, or anything, I'm probably just going to sneeze a little bit. If, uh, if you don't mind." He blinks up at him, almost bashful. "I can leave, if you want me to."

Steve shakes his head, insistent. "And what, let you go back to your trailer where there's not even running water?" Hawkins is kind of a shitty place to be right now, for both of them. The water in the whole town shut off an hour ago, meaning that Eddie can't even go home to shower right now and get the fur off of him. "Nah, you're stuck with me for a little while longer. I don't mind if you're a bit sneezy."

"Good," Eddie murmurs, back of his wrist held loosely against his nose, breath stuttering in his chest, eyelashes fluttering shut with anticipation, "because I have to— h'nXT! ih'gKT! ngkt'uhh!"

Each sneeze is expertly stifled, only the third hinting at something a bit stronger than what he's giving. They're held back in the way that speaks to a lifetime of experience, and for the first time, Steve finds himself wondering if Eddie's lean build means anything else in the way of stereotypes. "Bless you," Steve says, stopping for a second. "Is, uh, is three normal for you?"

"Oh, yeah." He sniffles, the beginnings of congestion beginning to creep in. "Three is... very normal, actually. Don't worry about it."

"Why would you pet an animal you know you're allergic to?" Steve asks a second later, unsure of how to respond to Eddie.

He shrugs. "Dog was cute, man."

"Right, because that's such a good reason," he mutters. Before he can say anything else about Eddie's seemingly reckless treatment of his health and allergies, he hears his breathing catch again.

"h'kT! gKTsh! Oh, God... ih'shXt! Fuck!"

"Bless you again. Are you sure you're okay?" Steve glances at him, taking note of the pinkening underside of his nose and embarrassed flush on his cheekbones. Eddie nods, sniffling, and pulls a bandana out of his back pocket to wipe at his nose with as they walk.

"Fine. You have tissues at the Family Video, though, right?" His eyes are big and brown and glassy with what must be allergic tears when he looks at Steve.

He pushes a hand through his hair, shoving it out of his face and smiling softly. "Yeah. Yeah, we have tissues."