#you know the one where they dress scooby up in a dress so he can sneak on the plane as a giant dog

[dallonwrites]

you guys are writing your novels i'm watching old 1970s episodes of scooby doo to understand how it shaped beau's autism

[libraryofgage]

Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

[fleurrreads]

hi hi hi! could you write something for charles leclerc x single!mom!reader? maybe her son ( or daughter or both ) both him for the first time and they're all protective over their mom, and she has to leave them alone for sometime and when she finds them they're bonding? this probably does not make sense but oh well have something to eat and some water if you haven't in the last hour! and can i be 🎧 anon, if it isn't taken already? my pronouns are she/her and i'm 18!

an: i had a lot of fun writing this one, and i think it has a special place in my heart forever ♡ i’ll add you to the list! welcome lovely 💫

You’ve been seeing Charles for about four months now. In that time you haven’t introduced him to your son — Cody, who is seven. You were worried about him meeting your boyfriends and them leaving, which would mean they also leave him behind. So none of your boyfriends have ever met Cody.

Charles knows about Cody though, and vice versa. You’re currently dressing up to go out on a date with Charles as Cody sits on your bed, little feet dangling from the side. “You look so pretty mommy. Are you going on a date today?” The little boy rubs his eyes, visibly exhausted from the day. He has a lot of energy during the day and then he winds down and passes out by nine. He’s a lot like you in that sense.

You sit down on your bed next to him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Thank you baby. Yes I’m going on a date with Charles today. He’ll be here soon to pick me up.” You see the gears turning in his little head, and he meets your eyes. “Do you trust him?” He asks, fiddling with the hem of your dress. A nervous tick he got from you no doubt.

“Yes angel, I trust him more than anyone. Do you want to meet him and see for yourself?” The only way Cody will be less worried about you is if he met Charles and saw for himself that he was a good guy. He nods, gathering himself up and running to the living room where Scooby Doo is playing on the tv, the babysitter that you got for tonight was still on the way so you wouldn’t be able to leave before she arrived.

You hear the distinctive sound of Charles’ car coming to a stop in-front of your house when you see Cody’s head shoot up, looking through the curtain at the car that stopped in front. “Woah” You hear him softly whisper to nobody in particular. You smile , making your way towards the front door to let Charles inside.

Charles looks absolutely incredible, not too fancy and not too casual. He kisses you on the cheek, aware of the little boy now sitting on the couch looking warily at him. “Hello my love, are you nearly ready to go?” He looks at Cody, smiling at him. “Hello Cody. It’s nice to officially meet you.” he shakes the little boy’s hand.

Cody smiles softly, “It’s nice to meet you, uncle Charles.” Your heart warms at the smile on Charles’ face. You walk to the bedroom. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just need to finish getting ready.” You sit down at your vanity, trying to finish your makeup as fast as you can to not leave Cody with Charles too long. You know Cody isn’t always comfortable at first with people, and you don’t want him to feel like that with Charles.

In the living room Charles hunches down to Cody’s level. “What’s wrong Cody? Did I do something wrong?” He wants to make a good impression on him, because he sees you and him being together for a long time. Cody looks at him with big eyes. “Do you really like my mommy?”

Charles’ heart aches as he looks at Cody. He’s trying to protect your feelings before you can get hurt. He’s probably seen you come back from other dates either absolutely exhausted or crying.Charles realises that Cody just doesn’t want you to go through that again.

Tears are now prominent on the little boy’s waterline as Charles gives his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I love your mom. She’s an incredible woman and I’d like to spend a long time making her happy. She means a lot to me, you know. And I’d like to make you happy too. I was thinking that we could go on a drive tomorrow if you’d like. We can go get ice cream and stop by any shop you want.” Charles notices the hint of excitement in Cody’s eyes. He also sees the relief in the little boy’s face, hearing Charles speak so lovingly about his mom.

Cody grins at him, “I’d love to! Your car is really cool. Does it go really fast?” Question after question falls from the little boy’s mouth, his excitement not contained anymore. Charles chuckles, sitting down on the couch next to Cody, answering every question he’s got.

You finally emerge out of the bedroom, hair done nicely, makeup finished as you make your way to the living room where you find no Charles and no Cody. How odd. As you begin searching you hear giggles coming from the kitchen and your heart swells at the image you see as you peek around the corner.

Cody’s sitting on the counter, a pancake in his mouth, laughing at Charles who’s attempting to flip the pan expertly as to flip the pancake around. He failed miserably as the pancake misses the pan and splats on the floor. Cody laughs loudly. “You’re so silly Charlie.”

A nickname. Cody gave Charles a nickname. You feel your heart ache as you smile at them. Charles has a faint flush to his cheeks when he spots you in the hallway, a smile on your face. “What’s going on in here? Are you burning my house down, Cha?” Cody turns his head to you, still happily snacking on a pancake that didn’t fall to the floor. “We’re making pancakes! Do you want one mommy?” Cody offers you a plate with a smiley-faced pancake and you can’t help but laugh. “Sure, thank you baby.” You sit down at the counter, enjoying the moment with them.

Charles made you call the babysitter to cancel. “Why would we go anywhere else when this is where I could only dream to be.” He took your hand as you’re now sitting on the couch. Cody sitting on his other side, you see Charles holding his hand as well. Your heart swells at the image, and you realise that this was what you’d dreamed of as a little girl. A perfect family.

“We can go on a date another day this week. This moment is more important.” Charles whispers, giving you a small kiss and continuing to watch the cartoons on tv.

You realise that this is how you’d be able to spend forever. With them. With Charles.

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[souliebird]

[[and then I met you || ch. 10]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Words: 4.2k

banner thanks to the wonderful @theradioactivespidergwen

When Minnie was six months old, you used to sleep on the couch so you wouldn't wake her up trying to get ready for bed. It would hurt your back - your couch was not very comfortable to sleep on - but you would sacrifice your comfort so she could sleep. No one in their right mind would wake a sleeping baby - even one that was always happy to go down for a nap. 

As your mind begins to stir, you become aware of the familiar ache in your lower back and the unfamiliar one pulsing around your eyes. Your hand slowly snakes up from where you had curled it against your chest and press your fingers along the bridge of your nose and up to the curve of your eyebrow, testing to see if the throbbing was sinus related. Nothing is triggered but your memories of the night before creep into your consciousness. 

Minnie with her tantrum and Matt with his amazing senses. 

You groan into the cushion as it all falls into place. Your eyes hurt from crying, not your sinuses, and you must have fallen asleep on the couch after your breakdown. 

Shame and embarrassment course through you. You hate crying and you hate that someone witnessed it. You can't imagine what he must think of you now - losing it like that. You should have been able to handle the news far better than you had and you're going to promptly apologize the next time you talk to him. You had acted so selfishly when it was clear he had control over the situation. 

But you don't have time to sit and wallow in your wretchedness - your daughter needs you to get up and be a capable adult, so you will your aching body to sit up. 

Your phone is sitting on the table in front of you, so you grab it to check the time. It's half past seven and your daughter has probably been awake for at least an hour. More shame courses through you - you always try to wake up before her so you can take care of her. You can only guess what state she is in. 

Your head spins as you stand, but you try to ignore it in favor of heading towards the bedroom. You prepare yourself to find a soiled bed - you didn't bother to change her into her night clothes and a pull-up and she is still mastering waking up when she needs to pee at night. 

The door is partially open and as you near it, you hear her tiny voice talking nonsense as she plays with something. You take a deep breath and push into the room, ready to face the start of your day.

Your mind short-circuits at what you encounter.

Both beds are clean and made, far tidier than you usually make them, and Minnie is sat on the floor with Scooby and some of her other stuffed animals, having what looks to be a tea party. To your absolute confusion, she is already dressed, and her hair has been put into pigtails with mismatched bows. You know for a fact she can't reach where you keep her hair supplies - you put them on a high shelf after she got into them to play salon before and managed to get her hair tangled so badly you had to cut things out. 

It doesn't even take her half a second to notice you and her little face breaks into the biggest smile, “Mommy!”

Still very much confused, you step forward to join the tea party circle and kneel down to be level with her. “Hi, sweetie,” you greet, trying your best to not alarm her. “Did you get dressed all by yourself?”

“Not-uh! Mister Matt helped! We watched lots of videos about hair and he made me pretty!”

You frown at that, “Mister Matt helped?” Had he stayed the night after you fell asleep? If so, where is he now? Your apartment isn't that big, and the bathroom door is open. Had he left before you woke up? You don’t like the idea of him leaving Minnie unsupervised.

Your daughter nods as she turns back to her toys, pretending to pour you a cup of tea and handing it over. You automatically pretend to take a sip.

“He helped make me pretty,” she confirms after putting her tea pot down, “now he's getting foods. Bagels!”

You turn the statement over in your mind - there is a bagel shop around the corner Minnie loves and if Matt is right about her also having enhanced abilities, maybe, just maybe, he didn't leave her unwatched. 

You bite your lip, then dare to push.

“Mouse, do you think you can tell me where Mister Matt is right now? Can you hear him?”

She doesn't acknowledge you right away, fussing with another piece of her tea set. You wait, allowing her to process what is being asked of her and watch as she slowly starts to move her head in minute movements, like she's tracking something. It's terrifying and fascinating to see a look of concentration come over her face and after about thirty seconds, she breaks into another big smile.

“He's talking to a frog!” 

“A frog..?” You ask, wondering if Matt was wrong about Minnie having heightened senses and she's playing pretend again.

“Yeah, he says…he says.. He's telling froggy he can't go to work. He's gonna stay with us!”

It clicks instantly. Matt isn't talking to a frog. He's talking to his business partner, Foggy Nelson, and as far as you know, Matt hasn't mentioned him or Karen yet by name to Minnie. 

“Can you tell where he is?” You ask again, being sure to be gentle with your question. 

“Outside,” is her response, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. “Froggies can't come inside. Do you want sugar?” She holds up her toy spoon and you offer her your tea cup.

“Yes, please.” 

She pretends to scoop sugar and you watch her in amazement. You are of course going to have to confirm that Matt was talking to Foggy, but it is so hard to believe your little one can hear that. You can't hear what is going on in your own living room, let alone outside your apartment. You cannot imagine how loud everything must be, how much input Mouse must be getting - but she doesn't seem bothered by it at all right now. 

She seems to be completely over her tantrum from yesterday and you want to ask her about it, but you aren't sure how or if she has the ability to express it. You know there are days you get overwhelmed and upset and you can't think of another way to explain it other than “too much”. You can't expect a three year old to articulate it better than you can. 

She's got a sweet little smile and part of you fears if you bring up her previous upset, it will spiral right back into a meltdown. So, you watch instead - watch as she goes back to playing make pretend with her toys, seemingly unbothered. You sip at your tea, making up a list of questions for Matt when he returns from his errand. 

Minnie plays for about five minutes before she perks up, beaming up at you, “Mister Matt asks if you can open the door, please thank you."

Her statement throws you for a moment and you aren't sure how much you like the idea of her being able to tell you all these things. It scares you - her knowing things you don't and not knowing what she does know. 

Maybe it is one of the things you and Matt can talk about - then talk about it with your sweet Mouse. You are going to have to get used to it, either way.

You push yourself into standing and motion for Minnie to come along. She scrambles up and runs out of the room, delighted laughter following her.

You are still in your clothes from the night before and you wish you had taken a moment to check your hair or even brush your teeth. You try to tell yourself it is fine, but your anxiety just argues back, and you feel like a complete slob by the time you get to the front door.

Your stomach and heart both do a funny clench at the sight of Matt, who is still sporting his borrowed shirt. You don't know if you want to fall into his arms or throw up or go hide under your covers so you can pretend all of this is a dream. Instead, you step aside so he can come inside and silently beg your mind to stop collapsing in on itself. 

“Breakfast delivery,” Matt says as a greeting, his entire face lighting up with a smile. He's holding a bag from the shop around the corner in one hand and a drink carrier with two large drinks along with a small one in his other.

You can feel your face starting to heat up and force your eyes down to the ground, mumbling, “you didn't need to do that.” 

He shrugs as he toes off his shoes, “I wanted to, and someone,” his voice turns teasing as he directs his next comments to Minnie, “wouldn't stop talking about bagels.”

Your daughter erupts into giggles, then turns and runs back towards the kitchen. Matt gives a pleased laugh, and your stomach flips again. He follows Minnie, and after you relock the door, you join them. 

They are sitting at the dining table, Mouse watching with a big smile as bagels are laid out on the table. Matt narrates for both of you, “Three egg bagels with plain cream cheese, two large coffees, and one kid’s hot chocolate. Now, is that the right order or was someone taking advantage?”

Minnie giggles more and that relaxes your shoulders. “No, that's right. Thank you, you really didn't -” You cut yourself off as you realize the table is clear of any mess from the night before. There are no plates on the table or in the sink, there's no lasagna stains on the floor, there's no leftovers sitting out. Your eyes drift to Matt. 

He must have cleaned after you had fallen asleep. Guilt courses through you - he shouldn't have to be dealing with your messes, especially in your own living space. You are going to need to not only apologize but return the favor somehow. You aren't sure how you'll do that - no one has ever done this much for you before, and Matt has done so so much in such a short time. 

You're dragged from your thoughts as a coffee is placed in front of you. 

“It's just black, I didn't know how you took it,” the kind, handsome lawyer says, and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears. It beats harder when you remember that not only can he hear your body and mind freaking out, but so can your daughter. 

Your instinct tells you to panic at the idea of someone knowing that much about you. You always try to stay calm on the outside while having a meltdown, but that doesn't matter with him. He'll know you're a mess. You can't hide it. 

You hear Matt ask Minnie something about her tea party and watch as she skips away from the table, but it's like your mind doesn't process it. You feel completely frozen because you don't know how to act - you don't know how to hide yourself from the man in front of you. You don't know how to hide yourself away from your daughter. 

How can you protect her from yourself? Your own body?

Suddenly, Matt is in front of you, cupping your cheeks with his large, warm hands and whispering your name. He's practically right on top of you, gently rubbing his thumbs over your skin, “Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. Everything is okay. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

“What?” You ask, so confused about what is going on. You don't understand why he's saying it's okay. 

“A deep breath, sweetheart. Can you take a deep breath?”

Your mind will not wrap the reason for the instruction, but you do as you are told. You inhale through your nose and that earns you a soft smile. He continues to pet you, gently instructing you to exhale after a moment and you obey. 

“Again?” He prompts and you nod. You feel shaky as you try to focus on breathing. You've always hated these exercises - they've never worked for you and have only served to frustrate you, and now you are just trying to make sure you are doing it right. How embarrassing would it be to fuck up breathing in front of Matt? 

“That's it,” he says so calmly, “Just breathe. I know it's a lot. I know. One step at a time. Let's have some breakfast, okay? Let's sit and have coffee and we can all talk. How's that sound?”

It sounds good, it sounds like the right thing to do, but your throat is clenching and not wanting to produce words, so you nod instead. 

You close your eyes to try to center yourself and somehow calm down. Matt lingers, keeping a hold of you until you hear Minnie coming back to the kitchen. It seems like he waits until the last possible moment before pulling away. 

Seeing your daughter looking so happy helps to reset your mind. She's fetched Scooby and Pig and runs up to the table to put them in their chair. You smile at the sight.

She really does seem like she's perfectly fine and maybe Matt is right and everything is okay. For now, at least. 

You force yourself into action, moving to set one of the bagels in front of Mouse, setting it on a napkin. You're going to need to transfer the hot chocolate into a mug or Mouse will spill on herself.

“Thank you, Mommy!”

She practically dives into her bagel, picking it up and taking a big bite and getting cream cheese on her cheeks. She is completely engrossed with her food.

“Thank Mister Matt, he got us breakfast,” you advise before going to get a napkin. While you are in the kitchen, you grab your creamer from the fridge.

“Thank you, Mister Matt!” she chimes before barreling on. “Mommy, did you know Mister Matt can braid hairs!”

Guilt courses through you and you remind yourself you need to thank Matt for everything he has done for you. But you tell yourself to not think of it right now - you are terrified of Minnie sensing your panic and that somehow shuts your mind down and you go into parent mode. 

“No, I didn't. Did you ask him to braid your hair?” You ask as you move in to wipe her face. She obediently tilts her face towards you and closes her eyes as you clean away the cream cheese. In the corner of your eye you see Matt sip from his coffee, a smile forming in his lips.

“She wanted puffs,” he advises, “I learned a lot of new hair terminology today. Minnie is a very good teacher.” 

Your daughter preens at the praise before taking another bite of her bagel. More cream cheese gets on her face. You decide to wait until she's done eating before tidying her up again. It will be pointless otherwise.

Instead, you start to fix your coffee, removing the lid to add creamer. You eye your daughter as you do, letting yourself finally take in her appearance. 

“You're a good stylist,” you tell Matt, and it is true. Her pigtails look even and as smooth as can be expected for a toddler. You don't see any tangles and if Minnie is happy, you have no grievances with the outcome - only guilt that Matt was the one who dealt with it. 

“I have some experience,” he hums, before taking another sip of his coffee. Then he directs his smile to his daughter, “my best friend used to have long hair. He has little nieces and they used to do his hair at Christmas, and I got roped into helping. I'm told I do a pretty good French braid.”

Mouse giggles before gasping and pointing at you, “do Mommy's hair!”

Embarrassment floods you - you don't think anyone has done your hair since you were Minnie’s age, and your current hair is a gross greasy mess and you don't want anyone touching it. 

Matt hums as he tilts his head towards you, “I think Mommy is better at doing her hair than I would be. But maybe next time?”

“Maybe next time,” you agree, hoping that will be enough to deter your daughter from this path. 

Luckily, she quickly parrots, “Next time!”

You offer her a smile and take a much needed drink of your coffee. It not only warms you but helps to ground you back into reality. 

You remind yourself nothing has actually changed - you are just more aware of the world. To Minnie, this is the same as any other day and you need to get yourself back on track. 

Which means you need to confirm some things with Matt. 

You set your coffee down, then pick up Minnie’s hot chocolate and bring it to the kitchen to transfer into one of her kid-friendly tumblers. You clear your throat, then dare to try, “Minnie said you'd be spending the day with us?”

“You told the froggy!” Mouse happily adds.

Matt looks confused for a few seconds before it must click, “Foggy, sweetheart, not Froggy. Foggy is my best friend - the one who had long hair.”

“Froggy!” Is the defiant response and you know better than to argue. Once something is named, the name sticks. But of course, Matt doesn't know this and you decide to let him learn.

“Foggy,” he tries. “Like a cloud. Not a frog.”

“Froggy!” 

“Fog. Foggy. No ‘r’.”

“Frog. Froggy! Froggy! Froggy!” Minnie bounces in her seat, starting to giggle. You return to the table, securing the lid to the sippy tumbler before placing it down.

“Ribbit ribbit,” you add and that gets you a delighted burst of laughter.

“Ribbit ribbit!”

Matt practically pouts but seems to realize he isn't going to win this. “But yes, I… told Foggy I wanted to spend the day with you. When I was in the phone, outside.” His dramatic sad face turns into something soft as he tilts his head towards Minnie, “Did you tell your Mommy you heard me?”

“I, uh, asked if she could,” you say, feeling silly for admitting it. But you know this is the path you need to take to start understanding what enhanced senses mean.

“I can hear everything,” your little one proudly says, and you've heard her say it before - but now you know she isn't just playing pretend.

“Yes, you can,” is Matt's soft reply. Unlike your underlying panic, his voice seems to carry a fondness about the whole situation. He is the one with the experience and you want to trust him with the lead on this, but it's still absolutely terrifying. 

But you know you need to set the ball up, so you gently push, “Did you know Mister Matt can also hear…everything?” You know it's not everything, at least by what Matt said, but you aren't going to get technical with a toddler. “Mommy can't, though. Mommy’s hearing isn't as good as yours and Mister Matt's.”

Mouse looks between the two of you, pursing her lips up as she thinks, then she reaches out and pats your arm comfortingly, “I'll tell you what I hears, Mommy.”

Your heart soars with so much love and you turn your hand so you can take hers and give it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you, baby.” 

“I can hears a bark-bark dog and a woofy dog,” she starts, “and there's a puppy going ‘yip-yip-yip!’”

Matt laughs a little and your focus is ripped away from Minnie and over to him. He absolutely beams at you, looking proud as can be. You wonder what this like for him - having someone else who can hear what he can.

“There's a doggy day care about two blocks north,” he informs, and it is so hard to wrap your mind around the fact your daughter can hear that far. “Clients are starting to arrive, and they are lively.”

There's a flash of brown and Minnie is waving Scooby at Matt, “Bark bark bark!”

“Is Scooby a barky dog?” He asks, leaning forward towards her and putting his elbows on the table. “Not a woofy dog?”

“Bark bark!” Is the response before Mouse makes him growl. You finally allow yourself to sit and watch the sweet interaction. Everything still feels like it's too much and swirling inside you, but seeing Matt and Minnie bond is soothing - even if it's over something you can't understand yet.

“What about Pig? Does he go bark-bark or woofy?” 

His question gets Minnie to gasp as if she's scandalized. “Pig isn't a doggy!”

“Oh, he isn't?” Matt teases, “I can't see him. What is he?”

“He's a piggy!” She snatches up Pig and clutches him to her chest beside Scooby. You hope she doesn't have cream cheese on her fingers because cleaning her toys is always an adventure. She hates when they have to get washed and now, you guess, you understand why. They probably smell different after being washed or the texture is off. It's something you'll have to explore later.

“What type of noises do piggies make?”

“Oink-oink-oink!”

“Oh, that makes sense,” he hums, then hunches forward more and lowers his voice, like he's talking in secret, “And what sounds do little girls named Minnie make?”

You finally get to take a bite of your bagel as you watch her contemplate the question. Her face screws up in thought before lighting up when she decides her answer.

“Ooogie-boogie-boo!” 

Matt throws his head back with laughter, which makes Minnie dissolve into happy giggles. The sheer joy between the two of them pulls a smile out of you and the heaviness in your chest starts to lighten more. 

“Ooogie-boogie-boo?” You question and your daughter giggles more. 

“Ooogie-boogie-boo! Like Scooby!”

You don't understand what that means but you just let the positivity continue. 

“What about Mommy? What sounds do I make?” You ask, curious what her response will be.

“Bumbum-bumbum.” They aren't words, but you instantly get it is supposed to be your heartbeat. You feel yourself start to flush. Matt had told you that Minnie listens to your heart to ground herself, so of course that is what she associates you with. But hearing it from her mouth and getting that confirmation still rocks you. 

“It's a good sound, isn't it?” Matt asks Minnie and you can imagine how red you are turning. You try to hide behind your coffee.

“The bestest,” Minnie agrees before adding, “After Scooby Song. Scooby Dooby Do! Where are you!”

“We've got some work to do now,” you half mumble, half sing with her.

“I've never heard the Scooby song,” the man beside you says and that triggers Mouse into action. She slides off her chair, and still clutching her toys, hurries across the room to the television. She knows how to bring up what she wants, so it only takes a few seconds before there is an episode starting to play on screen. 

She drops her toys and the remote before running back to Matt and tugging on his - technically yours - shirt. “You gotta listen!”

He barely gets to stand up before being pulled into the living room. He does not resist in the slightest to being directed to sit on the ground and you watch as Minnie begins to explain the intricate lore of her favorite show. To your wonder she describes each character by their voice first and you can tell Matt is completely enthralled by what he is being told. Scooby gets moved from laying on the floor to being shoved into Matt's lap so he can hold onto him. 

You realize without fanfare that you can barely hear the television. It is still on low volume from last time you had it on, and it dawns on you that you never really have it turned up too loud. Minnie can probably hear it just fine and doesn't need it blasting throughout the apartment. You never got to really watch television as a kid, and you wonder what the normal volume for watching things is supposed to be. 

You sip at your coffee, watching as Minnie plops herself next to Matt on the floor, going on excitedly about mysteries and different sounds. Both of them are smiling and laughing like they don't have a care in the world. 

This is what you want your life to be like, you decide. 

You want your family to be full of love and joy and you have fought so hard to get to this point. You've climbed your way out of a cold and distant household to make your own little corner in the world and right now you need to enjoy it instead of letting your mind be taken over by darkness and despair.

So, you set your coffee down and move to join your daughter and her father in front of the television, asking in a teasing voice, “So who is the blonde man again?”

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[cameronspecial]

I know we’re pass Halloween but I’ve had an idea.

Drew smut (only if your comfortable) where he and reader as a cute matching costume like Flynn and Rapunzel or daphne and Fred from scooby doo and they go to a party with all the cast members and he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

So when they finally get home they get freaky lol on the island in the kitchen and he lifts up her dress/skirt cause he can’t wait anymore and it’s so hot but cute.

Drewbie Doo, Where Are You?

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: DARK SMUT and Swearing.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.6K

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Y/N loves costume parties and dressing up for them. She always goes all out for them, coming up with creative spins on classic costumes. Like right now, Y/N and Drew are dressed up as Daphne and Fred, but with the twist that they are both serial killers. The idea came to her mind as she was looking through different costume inspirations and she saw a couple dressed as Ghostface and one of his victims. The girl’s white dress is stained red with the red handprint of her boyfriend and the idea stuck to Y/N. She knew Drew wanted to dress as Daphne and Fred, so she decided they could combine their two wants. This is how she finds herself giggling while Drew covers his hand in the fake blood she bought from the costume store. His hand rounds her body and brings it down to her bum. He gives her ass cheek a squeeze, causing her to let out a yip in surprise. He smirks down at her and brings his bloody hand to her cheek to smear some red on it. His hand brings her lips to his. They pull apart from each other and look at themselves in the mirror. 

The red of his handprint stands out against her purple long-sleeved dress, which she admires with a little wiggle of her butt. He lets out a chuckle at her action, giving her a small spank. She jumps forward a little bit and giggles, “Come on, we are going to be late for the party.” “Darling, I don’t know if we are going to make it to Madeline’s party with how your ass is brandishing my handprint on it. It shows everyone that you are mine,” he growls, pulling her in by the green scarf around her neck. She steps out of his reach and picks up her fake knife, “As much as I would love to stay home and let you fuck me. Madeline will kill us if we skip out on her party.” 

——

Everyone’s costumes looked stunning. Madison is wearing a fairy costume and Madeline appears to be dressed for the 1950s. Rudy seems to be the back half of a cow and Y/N can only guess that Elaine is the front half. Chase is dressed as Woody while JD is Buzz Lightyear. She spots Carlacia dressed as Barbie, talking to someone Y/N doesn’t recognize. Seeing other people’s costumes is one of Y/N’s favourite things about dress-up events. Squeals pull Y/N out of her observations and she turns her head to see Madeline running towards them. “You guys look so good, but you are late,” she scolds, twirling Y/N around to admire the costume. “You naughty girl. Is that Drew’s handprint?” Y/N’s head bows down and Drew brings her to his side by her waist. “Damn, right, it’s my handprint. Who else do you think it is?” he grumbles, resting his hand back down to her bum where the print is. 

“God, you are so possessive of her. Now, I know why you guys were late. You guys were probably having sex,” Madeline comments. “She wouldn’t let me,” he whispers under his breath as Madeline goes off to greet more guests. Y/N swats Drew’s chest, “Really? Did you have to say that?” 

——

Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of Y/N throughout the night. As she talks to the various castmates, Drew’s hands roam around her body, leaving a trail of fake blood all over her purple dress. He begs her to go home, whispering in her ear all the naughty things he wants to do with her. The final straw that breaks the camel's back is when she is standing in the kitchen and she is pouring herself a drink. Drew comes up from behind her, the strain of his dick pressing perfectly into the dip of her buttcrack. “Feel what you do to me, Darling? I could be making you feel so good right now,” he mutters into her ear. His hand moves up to her breast, staining the fabric of her dress as he cups it. She takes his wrist into hers and drags him out of Madeline’s house. 

——

They close the door in a frenzied kiss. It only gets locked when Drew begrudgingly pulls away from her. She is about to make her way to their bedroom, but he stops her by grabbing her wrist and bringing her to his chest. She lets him waddle them to the kitchen, where he pushes her hips into the counter. One of his hands keeps her pushed into the surface and his other goes to pull off the ascot from his neck. He takes both of her wrists in one hand, tying them together with his orange scarf. He shoves her back down onto the counter, so her elbows meet the cold granite and her wrists are in front of her. Drew's mouth meets the shell of her ear, “See if you had let us leave earlier in the night,  then you would have gotten sweet and passionate Drew. The Drew that lets you cum. But since you didn’t, you are going to take what I give you like the good little slut you are.”

She has to stop herself from moaning out at his words and the way his front is pressing up against her back. She knows her noise will only darken his mood if she lets them out without his permission. He knows she secretly loves it when he gets this way. Foreplay is not an option as he just needs to feel her walls close in around his dick. He unbuttons his pants and tugs his pants down just enough so he can pull himself out of his briefs. He doesn’t even wait to take her clothes off. He lifts the bottom of her dress just enough so that he can rip her thong off of her. She lets out a quiet gasp at the feeling of her underwear being torn off. 

He shushes her, kissing the back of her neck which is exposed by her hair falling to one shoulder. His tip finds her pussy and he gives her no time to process it before he slams into her. She can’t adjust to his size because he begins his harsh thrusts at an unforgiving pace. Luckily, she is already wet enough from their party antics to lessen the friction. She tries her best to keep quiet as he brings his dick in and out of her. “Go on, Darling. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” Drew orders, pulling at the scarf around her neck so that her back presses against his chest. She obeys his command, crying out about how much she loves his cock. His pace keeps going and she feels like he is trying to fuck her into the kitchen island. His lips find their way to her neck. He nibbles a hickey on her skin, loving the melody coming out of her mouth. He can feel her tightened walls around him. He lets out a low laugh, “Tell me you're sorry for not letting us stay home. Tell me we should’ve stayed home and let me fuck you like a good girl. And then maybe I’ll let you cum.” 

His hips have stopped moving and he is still inside of her while he waits for her pleas. She tries to bring his hand up to her throat, but she forgets her hands are tied. He smirks down at her attempts and brings his big hands around her throat, squeezing gently around it. Knowing he will love to hear her breathy voice, she calls out, “I’m sorry for being a whore and not letting us stay home because I wanted everyone to see me in my slutty costume. I’m sorry you didn’t let you have sex with me sooner.” 

His dick twitches inside of her at her words and he knows he doesn’t have long to make her climax before him. His forceful thrust picks up again and the hand around her neck goes to her clit. He starts rubbing her bud in quick circles. Her moans and his groans mix with the slapping of their skin and they are slowly being brought to the edge. Her bound hands reach above her to the other side of the island, so she has something to grip as her pussy swallows Drew in a tighter hold. She orgasms with a scream of his name and he follows soon after her. His cum shoots into her in ropes as he fucks her through their high. He collapses onto her, smushing her breasts against the granite. His head falls to wear he bites a hickey into her skin and kisses up and down her neck. His hands reach up to untie his orange scarf from her wrist. She brings her wrist over her shoulder so he can kiss the forming bruises. He slowly slips his flaccid penis out of her, bringing her up to stand straight. She turns around in his arms and rests her head on his chest. The thump of his heartbeat starts to slow down. 

His lips find her temple, “I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, Darling. I know you didn’t use our safeword, but I didn’t even eat you out first.” She shakes her head against him and kisses the exposed part of his chest. “No, Baby. It was perfect. Like you,” she mumbles, still a little groggy from her release. His fingers run through her hair, “Good. I love you, Darling.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

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[reidslovely]

heyy bambi i was wondering if i could request tasm!peter x reader where she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine with her getting jealous and not wanting to say anything so she just pouts and he thinks it’s so cute cause reader has nothing to worry about 🥹

hi friend loved this concept...however i can only bring myself to write frat tasm peter so that is incorporated into this plot because it's just fitting. hope you love it.

Love on the Brain

Frat!Peter x Reader

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This had been the flashiest frat party of the year by far. Even flashier than the one you and your friends had stumbled into six months ago, where you first met Peter Parker. Now Peter Parker had entangled himself in every sense of your life, like the spider he was. Everyone was dressed in some type of couples get up. Groups of friends having picked out group costumes, or couples having picked out iconic couple costumes. Which is what made you pissed off even more as the brunette dressed in a heart pink dress with a heart logo on it, grasped your boyfriend's arm. Peter’s eyes widened, very interested in her story not at all paying attention to the care-bear girl petting his bicep. 

You two were very clearly dressed in a couples costume, both having walked down the stairs in a 1950’s get-up mocking that of Jack and Alice from Don’t Worry Darling. Besides that, everyone knew Peter Parker had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was pretty territorial. 

“He only has eyes for you.” M.J. approached you with two drinks in hand Harry in tow. The two dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She pushed the vodka sprite into your hand, eyes peering into you. 

“I know. And I have eyes for her right now, just not the ones she wants.” 

“He’s so oblivious.” 

Harry laughed watching his friend, nodding his head answering the chemistry question thrown at him. “How’d you even get him to catch on that you liked him?” 

“Didn’t have too he liked me first.” You shrugged sitting your drink down, leaning against the table of snacks where Peter had left you before being cornered.

“She’s not even one of the original care-bears.” M.J. shook her head. Peter finally pulled his eyes away from her, finding you in the crowd. Warmth and relief washed over you, but apparently not your face as Peter pointed your way talking to the girl. She huffed, dropping her hand shooting daggers at you. You bit back a smile, but your walls cracked as Peter walked over engulfing you in his arms. 

“What’s the long face for mhm?” Peter teases. 

“This is just my face.” You said dropping the smile again quickly. 

“Mhm, is someone jealous? Mhm” Peter teased, rubbing his nose against your forehead, teasing you. 

“No, of course not. You know where you’re taken care of.” 

You whisper, fixing the tie, you’d put it around his neck earlier. You were insanely green on the inside, and it only filled more when you caught her and a girl in a blue dress pointing your way mumbling something about “bitch.” Your bottom lip pulled inward, biting down on it as you thought.

“You know it’s okay to get jealous. It’s healthy, good for a relationship. Shows we still got something, if you weren’t jealous..well baby I think I’d be a little offended.” 

“Do you get jealous?” You deflected away from yourself, hands resting on his shoulders. Peter laughed and tilted his head. 

“..’Course I get jealous baby. Why do you think I’m always hanging on you on these things? I gotta show we are both taken. These guys have wandering eyes and I don’t really like that.”

His words made you feel better, him bringing his lips down to your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. You smiled at him, locking your lips with him, hands squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, promise.” Peter says pecking your forehead. “Now let's go make fun of Harry and that dumbass ascot.” Peter says, taking a drink out of your cup, pointing at Harry who turned already anticipating the loving ridicule.

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Day 31: halloween costumes

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

First I want to thank all the people who followed this during the month, I honestly never thought I would be able to join this kind of events, and I am very happy with the reception that each work received, you are incredible and made my days the best! I Hope this last one is to your liking, I send you a hug wherever you are

Deciding on an individual costume is already difficult, so you weren't surprised when you realized that a couple costume involved a bigger concern.

Halloween had finally arrived and you had practically begged Spencer to find a couple's costume for the party the FBI was hosting, something not really official, but with most of the agents, at the bar your friend David Rossi had chosen.

“Any suggestions for our outfit?” you had asked the man, once you convinced him to match his costume with yours.

Spencer thought about it for a while and although many of the options he gave you sounded excellent, there was the detail of the short time you had to get things or the disadvantage that few people would be able to recognize the theme of your costume.

“It has to be something practical and known,” you had murmured, when both of you were sitting on the couch at dinner time and a children's channel filled the void in the room.

Until, watching TV, you finally figured it out: you had the perfect option right in front of your eyes and you never saw it.

So it was that on the night of the 31st, quite happy and satisfied with the choice you made, you drove to the place and let him behave like a gentleman by opening the car door for you.

“Are you sure I look good?”

“You've never looked more handsome” you smiled at him, trying to calm his anxiety, while both of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

You didn't have to wait long to see your friends and, as you expected, they were comically surprised at you.

“No way…” Morgan had laughed, looking at you up and down. “Pretty boy in bell-bottoms? Now that's something I didn't think I'd see."

Shaggy and Velma from Scooby Doo. That was you two.

It was true that Spencer was wearing brown bell-bottom pants that you had gotten at a thrift store. You also searched your closet and luckily found a v-neck shirt in the perfect color. Unfortunately, your boyfriend had recently cut his hair and you wished you had thought about the costume more in advance so he could show off his long locks just like the animated character.

You had bought a few things from your all-orange outfit, but the bonus with you was that you could wear them later. When Spencer saw you, he was stunned and didn't waste the opportunity to compliment you extensively.

“What can we tell you? They solve mysteries and catch monsters, it's almost like our job”

"How nice!" murmured JJ, who had just arrived accompanied by her husband Will. Both of them were dressed as vampires “I loved Scooby Doo when I was a kid. My favorite was always Daphne.”

“I don't know why that doesn't surprise me,” joked Emily, who was dressed as the bride of Frankenstein's monster and drank from a glass with an unknown concoction.

“You should have told us and we could have done a group costume,” she smiled, while she looked at Will, hinting that they could have been the other couple on the show.

"Clear. You Daphne, him Fred and Morgan would have been the dog”

A collective laugh filled the place where even Derek, the affected one, smiled while he pointed a finger at you.

“Guess who was my favorite,” you murmured, a little more to your boyfriend than the others.

“Huh, Velma?”

“It was Shaggy!” you replied amused, while you took his arm to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Reid looks a little like Velma if you think about it. You know, with all those facts and statistics and they're the damn nerd of the group”

Spencer blushed slightly at the comparison and didn't think of anything clever to answer because, sadly, Morgan was right this time.

You complimented the others' costumes and everyone agreed that you were looking forward to seeing Penelope Garcia and her extravagant clothes, since she hadn’t yet honored you with her presence. After that the group started talking about something else and soon the two of you were no longer the center of attention, allowing you to take the man's hand and sneak over to the drinks bar to look for something to cool your throat with. 

“Does this have alcohol?” your boyfriend asked the bartender over the noise of the music, making you laugh lightly. When he checked that the drink was safe, he took one and made sure to order your favorite cocktail afterwards.

“If you think about it a little, we are both more like each other's characters,” you murmured thoughtfully, because what your friend had said seemed to have echoed in your head. “Shaggy was always clumsy and an enthusiastic eater. Like me"

“You're not clumsy.”

"I am. But not in a bad way, not like being an idiot or something, but like something…”

“Cute and adorable?” he completed.

"Exactly. You always know what I'm thinking."

“Despite I agree, I think the costume wouldn't have worked at all that way,” your boyfriend smiled, approaching you to grab your waist. Because of the heels your height was more balanced and he only needed to extend his hands a little to reach your body.

"Why?"

“Don't get me wrong, but I don't think that skirt would have looked good on me at all” you let out a loud laugh at this, realizing what he was referring to “Although you, on the other hand…” while he spoke one of his hands slid down until he slapped your butt, startling you slightly “you look gorgeous in it”

“You have all night to figure out how to take it off,” you said flirtatiously. Now it was Reid who held his breath “I'm wearing something underneath that I make sure matches the rest of the outfit and that I think you'll love”

The wink you gave him was enough to make him nervous and, evidently, excited by the images that his skillful mind was already beginning to generate.

Once you got your cocktail you returned to the hustle and bustle but your velvety voice couldn't leave Spencer's mind, who couldn't wait for the night to end because he was sure that the best candy he would receive this Halloween would be you.

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[rollingsins]

all hers, part xviii

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: R and the Scooby-gang put into place their Ghostface trap.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, violence, murder.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: thought it was time for the GF reveal! were you right? wrong? idk, let me know!

You make it to the school in the passenger seat of Sam’s car without speaking the entire journey. 

You feel hollow. Like the world is crumbling around you, and Sam must feel it too. Her grip on the wheel is tight, sturdy, like she knows exactly what she has to do now. 

What you both have to do now. 

Get him. Kill him. For Tara. 

Mindy’s waiting outside the school when you pull up. 

She peers into the backseat, looking for Tara, looking a little confused when she can find her. 

“Where’s Tara?” Mindy asks.

Sam brushes her off. 

“Change of plan. Tara isn’t coming. It’s just us.”

Mindy’s eyes widen. 

“Sam,” She says, voice slow. Her eyes dart to you, “We can’t do this without Tara.” 

“Tara isn’t coming,” Sam stresses, “And we need to do this. For Tara, do you understand?” 

Mindy blinks. She fidgets with her phone. 

“I’m going to call her first and check.” She eyes you, no doubt terrified of the consequence if something were to happen to you. Tara isn’t shy about her love for you, and she certainly isn’t shy about what would happen to anyone who ever hurt you. 

“She’s been arrested,” You say, voice impatient, “She won’t pick up. The only way to help her is to catch this guy.” 

Mindy gawps. 

“She’s been arrested?”

“There’s no time,” Sam says, urgently, “Mindy, come on. YN, go to detention.” 

She puts her hands on your shoulders, squeezes tight. 

“And good luck.” 

-

The plan is so stupidly simple, yet there are about a hundred ways it can go wrong. 

You run through them on your way to detention, mind whirling, barely having the strength to put one foot in front of the other. 

Firstly, the band of so-called Ghost-face protectors is possibly the worst collaboration of people in the entire school to do the job. Chad’s a meathead. Liv, his ditzy companion. Mindy is all ludicrous theories and useless horror film knowledge, and you’re either so small or so weak your hundred pound, five foot one girlfriend can put you on your back without so much as breaking a sweat. 

Your only saving grace, it seems, is Sam. 

You’d left her with Mindy, shotgun in hand, dressed in a tank top and a pair of old ripped jeans, looking very much like she’s about to rip through a horde of zombies, rather than take on a single Ghostface. 

The only bright side to this awful situation is you no longer have to worry about Tara at the end of Ghostface’s knife. But the alternative - Tara locked in a jail cell for the rest of her life, is almost as bad. 

Principal Garcia greets you, looking very much like he’d rather be anywhere else on his Saturday off. Sam had called ahead about Tara and he either doesn’t care, or can’t be bothered to ask how she is. 

Instead, he sits at the front of the classroom, peering down at a newspaper through his spectacles as you settle into the front desk, nervously tapping your foot against the ground. 

Your eyes draw to the clock on the wall. 

The quiet click. The sound of Principal Garcia flipping his newspaper every now and then. Your heart is in your throat and it’s pounding so loud it drowns out almost everything else. 

This has to work. 

It if doesn’t - you’re fucked. 

You look behind you, to the closets lining the back of the room and pray Chad and Liv are already in there. You have one of Sam’s handguns in your backpack. You keep it on your lap, resting your hand on it, needing it close. 

Minutes pass. 

Ten. Twenty. Thirty. 

No sign of Ghostface. 

Your eyes glance up at the clock once more. 

You swallow. Start to think maybe this entire foolhardy plan is all for nothing. 

And then you see it. 

Through the crack of glass in the door, the bone-white of the mask. The long, black mouth. The hood. And before you can so much as cry out - Ghostface is ramming into the classroom, his knife raised. 

You scream. 

Principal Garcia’s head jerks around. 

Ghostface’s movements are steady, calculated. He rushes forward and in one easy swing, he slashes his knife towards Principal Garcia and slashes through his raised forearm.

“Sam!” You cry out. 

Ghostface’s head whips around to look at you. Principal Garcia crumbles to the ground, gasping, holding his bloodied arm. 

The cabinets burst open. 

Chad and Liv stumble out. Chad lets out what can only be described as a war-cry and charges forward, taking Ghostface off guard and tackling him to the ground. 

You stand, hands shaky as you reach for the pistol in your backpack. You click the safety off and raise it. Chad has Ghostface pinned down. The knife in his hands clatters to the ground. 

You squint, heart pounding as you try to find the shot. But their bodies are entwined, Chad’s grip on Ghostface lessening slightly as Ghostface juts his head upwards and smacks it into Chad’s. 

Chad cries out. 

Ghostface musters the strength to shake Chad off. 

You fire out a shot. 

But your grip isn’t steady. Your aim all over the place. The bullet whizzes past Ghostface and lodges itself into the blackboard. 

Ghostface reaches for his knife and stands. He’s tall, menacing. He steps closer. 

“Sam!” You cry out. 

The mask tilts. The knife in his hands gleaming. He takes another step closer, confident. Like he knows you’ll miss again. 

“Don’t come any closer, asshole.” Liv says. You feel her behind you, at your shoulder, “Shoot him, YN!” 

You fire again. 

And miss. 

All those practices with your Dad. All those bottles you’d blown clean open have nothing on the real thing. The adrenaline is too much. The fear of him is too much. 

“Where’s your girlfriend, YN?” He taunts. He flashes the knife, stepping closer once more. Another step and he’d be close enough to disarm you. You stumble back, gun in your hand shaking madly. 

“Guess she’s finally getting what she deserves,” He says, “And now I’m going to give you what you deserve.” 

The classroom door rams open once again. 

It draws both of your attention. It’s Sam, Mindy at her side. Her shotgun is drawn, her eyes blazing. 

“Back up asshole,” Sam says, voice even. Her hand isn’t shaking, she’s calm. Steady. You know she won’t miss. 

“Take off that mask and I won’t blow you bit from bit,” She says. She moves a little closer. 

If Ghostface knows he’s cornered, he doesn’t act like it. He turns from you like you’re not a threat, looks over to Sam and tuts at her. 

“Sam, Sam, Sam.” Ghostface says, “So protective. Such a good sister. I wonder if you’d still protect her if you knew. If you knew what sweet baby-Tara did in her spare time.” 

Sam cocks the gun. 

“Last chance,” She growls, “I won’t ask again.”

The adrenaline in your body evens out. Your heartbeat slows, the determination in your eyes settles. You steady your hands, knowing what you have to do. 

Sam wants him alive. Sam wants him to see justice. 

But if he’s alive, he can talk. 

If he’s alive he’ll tell everyone what Tara’s done. And you can’t have that. 

You lift your gun, only slightly. You close one eye, the way your Dad had taught you. 

You feel ethereal. Out of body. This is what Tara must feel like when she does it. Vision tunneled, like there’s only one thing in the world you want to do. 

And then you shoot a bullet right into Ghostface’s chest. 

Liv screams. 

The sound of the gun firing leaves your ears ringing. 

Sam blinks, startled, as Ghostface stumbles back, clutching the bloodied hole in his chest. 

He crumples to the ground, right next to Principal Garcia, gasping. 

You charge forward, kicking the knife out of his hands. 

There’s only one thing on your mind. You have to know who it is. You have to see his face before you blow it clean off. 

You lean down and rip the mask off the fuckers face. 

Liv gasps. Chad gawps. 

Sam’s grip on the shotgun wavers. 

You blink down in surprise. 

It’s Richie.

His eyes are wild, hazy. Blood pours thick and fast out of the bullet wound in his chest. The look in his eyes is terrifying. Pure hatred, hatred of you. Hatred of Tara. His mouth opens like he wants to speak, but he’s too injured. He’s moments from death, you can see it in his face.

Sam almost drops her gun. She sinks back, caught only by Mindy who steadies her shoulders. 

You swallow, mind racing. 

All those nights with him, the games with him. He’d slept only doors down from you and Tara. Tara had been so insistent it was him and you hadn’t listened. Because it didn’t make sense. 

Why?

He’s dead before he can give you an answer. 

“Holy shit.” Chad murmurs. His hands grip Liv’s shoulders. He looks to you, wide-eyed, “Are you alright?”

There’s a frog in your throat. You clear it once, twice, unable to take your eyes off the man who had tormented you for the past few weeks. 

“He didn’t get me.” You say. You suddenly remember Principal Garcia and look over to him. He’s clutching his arm, eyes as wide as everyone else's, but other than the gash, he looks okay. 

“Sam,” You murmur, looking over to her. 

Her face is white, no doubt her entire world crumbling around her. 

“Sam, are you okay? We need to call the police.” 

“They’re on their way,” Mindy says, rubbing Sam’s back, “I called them preemptively. Thought we might need them.” 

You place your gun on one of the desks, move over to where Sam is sitting. You crouch down, rest your hands on the tops of Sam’s thighs.

“Sam,” You say, “It’s over. It’s going to be okay. This is going to save Tara.” 

Sam blinks back at you but she’s barely there. She looks as though she might pass out. 

“Sam,” You promise, “It’s over.” 

-

The police arrive not five minutes later. 

The Sheriff blazes through the halls, stares wide-eyed at Richie’s dead body, Ghostface mask clattered next to him. 

They take your statements, one by one. 

Mindy tells them in great detail about the plan to capture him. Principal Garcia is rushed off to hospital to treat his arm. Sam sits quietly, not uttering a word until she’s spoken to. 

“My sister-” She says, voice hoarse. She’s blinking, slow, “You’re going to let her go now?”

The Sheriff pauses. 

“It’s not that simple, Sam,” She says, “We have witnesses- she was the last person to see my son alive-”

“That doesn’t mean shit,” Snaps Sam. She gestures to Richie’s body, “We’ve given you him. Clear as day. He framed my sister and you need to let her go.” 

Sheriff Hicks considers this. 

She looks over at Richie’s body, a little mournful, “If you’d kept him alive we could have interrogated him and cleared Tara’s name for good-” 

“It was self-defense.” Liv says, immediately, “He came at YN and the only way she could protect herself was by killing him. Right guys?” 

Mindy and Chad nod in unison. 

Sheriff Hicks stares at you. 

“Why would he kill my son?” She asks, and it’s urgent. Her eyes flitter, a mesh of grief and sorrow and confusion, “He didn’t even know him. Why would he kill him?”

“I don’t know.” You say. You swallow, “I’m sorry, Sheriff Hicks.” 

She stares back at you a moment. 

Then she’s nodding, blinking away the array of emotions she’d briefly allowed you to see. 

“That’s for me to figure out,” She says. She looks over at Sam, “We’ll release Tara. But Sam - that doesn’t mean she still isn’t a suspect. If we find any link between them-”

“There’s no link.” Sam says, “My sister is innocent.” 

The Sheriff nods. 

“I’ll call the station.” 

She moves over to speak to another officer. The relief on Sam’s face is palpable. You squeeze her thigh, mirror her relief with yours. 

Tara’s coming home. You’d given the police what they wanted - a suspect to pin the murders on. She’d come home and you’d kiss her and hold her and never let her go again. Your veins flood with dopamine, the nicest high you could possibly imagine. 

Tara’s safe. 

But Mindy's frowning. You move over to her, frowning a little. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

Mindy turns to you, the look in her eyes urgent. 

“Richie was there that night,” She says, “The night Tara was attacked. He was there with you and he wasn’t Ghostface. Not that night.” 

You blink. 

Mindy seizes your arm. 

“There’s two, YN,” She says, “There’s fucking two of them.” 

And your blood runs cold. 

[loviingpedri]

scooby doo - joao felix

warnings: cursing, halloween decorations such as fake blood being mentioned, drinking, grammar issues

prompt: halloween special with joao.

“joao! our costumes came in. come try it on. i even got floki something.”

“what are we even suppose to be?” joao picked up the white shirt and orange fabric in confusion. he was trying to piece the idea together, but it didn’t make sense.

“how do you not know what scooby doo is?” looking at him in pure disgust for not knowing the most iconic show.

“isn’t it that one show with that dog and haunted house stuff.” he got the idea, but he still seemed unsure.

“yeah it is. look, i even got floki the collar that scooby wears. try on your outfit!” halloween being a close second to your favorite holiday. mostly for dressing up without any embarrassment. and, spending it while hanging out with your soulmate.

this year was your turn to host the halloween party. fake hand prints of blood on all of your walls. brownies with zombie hands with skeleton cake pops. this event was too good to only happen once every year. little toy spiders hanging that cause floki to bark. stickers of bats that seem to lead inside the house from the front door.

without joao, your ideas would’ve never made it out of your head. it seemed only right you were celebrating a festive day with someone who matched your energy.

“our house is nice. we did good.” joao stood next to you with his hand on your waist. admiring the house in your couples costume. “you know what’s nicer?”

interrupting your thoughts, “what?” you thought you messed something up for a second.

“how good you look in purple.”

you quickly turn flustered at his words. laughing off his flirtatious comment, it was still time to get the house prepared for your guests and trick-or-treaters.

joao put on floki’s scooby doo collar as you made sure the drinks were cold for the night.

—————

more guests flowed in throughout the night. both you and joao taking shots for entertainment, careful not to get drunk so easily.

beer pong being a popular game. it reminded you of college, except you didn’t have to rush to class the next day. everyone was so happy, making you even happier.

setting aside with your boyfriend. it was finally time for some pictures. modeling for the camera as he held onto you tightly.

“i wish i could pause time right now.” he spoke gently, but loud enough for you to hear.

“how come?”

“i don’t think any other halloween can compete with this one.” joao was never the type to really sink in with the decorations. he only admired you being happy. you were glad he understood where the deep connection came from.

the door bell rang. more trick-or-treaters were coming often. opening the door as joao was getting the bucket of candy, you weren’t ready for the surprise.

joao almost dropped the bucket as in front of the door were two kids also dressed as fred and daphne. making eye contact with your boyfriend, you could only see what he was thinking about.

“trick or treat!” the two kids yelled as your heart melted.

“it’s our twins. very nice costume young man.” joao bent down to give them extra candy for their costumes. something about the kids warmed your heart.

as they said their thank you and you closed the door. you and joao shared a smile, knowing that you both wanted to spend the rest of your life together.

[sethcertified]

「 SLASHERS W/ A PARTNER WHO WEARS GLASSES ! 」 . . . 📁

slashers : various

wrd count : 842

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers act in a relationship with a partner who wears glasses

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, brahms heelshire, billy lenz, patrick bateman, & gn reader

⤷ billy loomis

the most nonchalant about you having glasses

gets curious about how they feel, so he tries them on as secretly when you don't have them on

finds them sexy on you, but won't really point them out when he's (very rarely) complimenting you

fantasizes about blood splatters on your glasses

likes how sophisticated they make you look

sometimes he just plucks them off your head to get your attention

likes to put on your glasses for you

⤷ stu macher

he's like a little kid when it comes to your glasses

wants to wear them 24/7

calls you nerd or geek because of them

sometimes he tries to like start fires with them just to see if he can cause he's seen it in movies

asked you once to rp a "sexy tutor" cause of your glasses

has broken soo many pair of your glasses because of how over zealous he gets

but has the money to get you as many new pairs as you need

constantly asks if you can see how many fingers he's holding up when he takes them off

made you guys dress as shaggy and velma for halloween and begged for you to do the "where's my glasses" thing so he can check out your ass

may or may not have made billy dress up as scooby. . .

⤷ bo sinclair

very vocal about how he find you sexy in them

jokes that you're a genius and always goes to ask you about anything he can't understand

steals your glasses and uses them as a magnifying glass when looking at car parts

has the worst habit of getting grease on your glasses and dirtying them

has a bad habit of biting them if he's holding them for you

if your glasses break and there's no victims with glasses to steal them from he makes you handmade glasses

prepare for glasses stolen from victims that are way too strong or way to weak for you to see through them

⤷ vincent sinclair

loves your glasses

clothing and accessories are important for what role he's given to the wax figures, so he likes to add different styles of glasses to them since meeting you

if he finds glasses for you, but knows you don't like the color of the frames he paints them for you in your preferred color

he likes to take your glasses off and draw you, so he can get as many pieces of art of you with your glasses and without

tests the stability of his wax figures' noses, ears, and cheekbones by putting your glasses on them

unlike bo, vincent is much more meticulous when getting glasses for you from victims

he looks for shape and size

and if he can't find the right one he alters them with wax

⤷ brahms heelshire

also in love with your glasses

steals them from you all the time

like stu, he enjoys trying them on which is one of the reasons he steals them from you

at first, he didn't realize you can't see without them and would throw tantrums if you struggle to do activities or read the to do list

also doesn't realize how fragile the glasses are

you can hear the snaps of your glasses breaking from inside the walls

he really enjoys seeing your glasses fog up to the point he deliberately fog thems up

also enjoys cleaning the fog away from your glasses

⤷ billy lenz

dirty talks about your glasses 24/7

especially about how he sits on your face better than your glasses

is obsessed about facials with your glasses on

always going off about how he's gonna stain your glasses with his cum

also is one to steal your glasses

you can usually find him in the attic with your glasses framing his face

has an oral fixation with them

he is always nibbling, biting, or even licking your glasses

he's freaky yk

places hide and seek with your glasses and hides your glasses around the house

truly finds you more beautiful with your glasses than without

⤷ patrick bateman

honestly would not care too much

he broke your first pair of glasses so he can buy you ones from a luxury brand

doesn't care about how you like your glass's overall style when shopping for new pairs

he's going to get you a pair that he thinks would look nice on you

patrick will constantly give you shallow compliments about your glasses because he doesn't want to reveal his actual thoughts

which are that glasses make you extremely attractive

so expect stuff like "they suit your face."

hes boring

but he does have fantasies about you and your glasses

he starts wearing his own glasses a lot because he thinks you make them look good so he can too

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ◯　　🖖🏻　　⭒　　⧆

©️ sethcertified 2023

[eddiesxangel]

I Do Believe in Fairies | Eddie Munson meet cute

Cw: HALLOWEEN TIME Eddie x tinkerbell reader. Mentions of anxiety, drinking but mostly fluffy fluff and a teensy bit of blood

As you walked into the dimly lit room at the back of the restaurant your anxiety flourished. Your boss was hosting her annual Halloween party and you came alone because your work friends were meeting you there. They had planned a group costume but you didn’t have time to go shopping so you settled on your usual, Tinkerbell.

As you scanned the room for your friends, you noticed that you hadn’t seen anyone out of costume, even the bar staff were dressed as mad scientist, so that settled your nerves. You always were weird about showing up places over dressed or worried you would bring more attention to yourself than needed. To say you did not like to stand out from the crowd was an understatement.

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The night surprisingly has been going well, no embarrassing qualms like your wings getting stuck on someone’s face, or you tripping over your heels. Your boss was in a great mood and your mood had lifted once your friends arrived and a few drinks had been consumed.

A few hours into the party you were chatting with your friends before they quickly excused themselves to get more food. You turned around because you didn’t know what to do while waiting and an unfamiliar but handsome face makes his way to you.

"Hi, I’m Eddie" He smiles.

“Hi, I’m Tinkerbell” you giggle

“The Tinkerbell? No way” he raises his hand to his heart and pretends to stumble back. You noticed his fingers were adorned with silver metal rings.

“What are you supposed to be? Some kind of server?” You giggled flicking his black apron wrapped around his waist that held a notepad and pen sticking out of the pocket.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black dress pants and shoes, and of course, the black apron tied around his waist. His hair was pulled back into a low bun and he had the biggest brown eyes you'd ever seen.

“Uh-yea? So can I get you anything? Another champagne?” He smirked.

“Very committed to the role I see” you state as a matter of factly, twirling your empty glass.

"Another champagne coming right up" Eddie gives you a wink and walks away.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him before? He in marketing or something?” Your friend dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo comes back and hands you a bread roll.

“I don’t know, never seen him before but he’s so cute” you whisper back.

A few minutes later Eddie returns with your drink

“One champagne for Tink” You quickly turn your shoulders and see Eddie but your wings knock the glass right out of his grip.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You quickly squat as much as your tiny green dress and heels will let you so you can pick up the bigger pieces of glass.

“Do you know where the staff are? I haven’t seen anyone all night, we need a mop and a broom” you look around frantically holding broken glass in your hands.

“It’s okay, Tinkerbell. I’ll be right back, don’t move” Eddie ran off to the back to grab the broom from the supply closet and a paper bag from the kitchen, and you continue to pick up the prices of glass.

When he returned you were holding your thumb bouncing up and down like you had cut yourself.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath. You cut your thumb.

“Here” You look up to see Eddie holding out a bag to put the glass into and a broom in the other.

“How did you find this? Why didn’t you find someone that works here? Won’t you get in trouble?” you we’re rambling and your thumb was in pain.

“Sweetheart I work here” he takes your hand to examine your thumb.

“What? But you-” he gently took your wrist and weaved you through the sea of monsters, witches and mummies until you got to a door that said Staff Only

“Am I allowed back here? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” you worried.

“Calm down Tink, my middle name is Trouble. Let me help you” he was so calm and collected. Being near him made you feel calm yet anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry I thought you were in a costume...” You shake your head as he closes the door behind you.

The single washroom was very quiet, much more intimate than the loud boisterous party room.

You turned to face him, you notice the lighting was better. Here you could make out his features compared to the dim party room. His face was clean-shaven, although a 5'oclock shadow was forming, his jaw was sharp and his lips were full. You were so caught up admiring his face that you hadn't realized he was now standing beside you at the sink.

“Don’t sweat it babe” he smirked turning on the faucet and guided your hand under the water. You winced at the cold water hitting your open skin and Eddie apologized. He grabbed some paper towel and you wiped your wound as he unwrapped a bandaid.

“Thumb” he asked and you stuck it out like you were giving him a thumbs up. He wraps your thumb with concentration, his tongue peeking out as his eyes focus on your finger. He unexpectedly kisses it “there good as new”

“So how do I get in contact with your boss to let them know about the excellent customer service?” You awkwardly giggle.

“Shit I’m sorry, you’re uh, you’re just really cute and I don’t know what came over me” he took a step back.

“I think you’re cute too” you look down bashfully

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Why don't you give me your number so I can ask you out on a proper date?" He smirks.

You pass him your phone so he can enter in his contact info.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in Ed we are drowning out here, get her number already and let’s go” his friend yells. Eddie passes you back your phone and swings open the door. His friend Gareth was standing in the other side dresses as a pirate.

“Jesus Christ man we’re on the clock” the one eyed pirate whispers under his breath

“It wasn’t like that man, she cut her thumb and I wa-” you didn’t hear the rest because they both walked further away.

You chased after them out of the staff bathroom not wanting to get into trouble and made your way back to the party

“Where did you sneak off too? Your friend dressed as Shaggy wiggled his brows at you.

“Oh uh cut my hand in the broken glass” you lift up your hand to show them your bandaid clad thumb.

“Yea you cut your thumb” he air quotes and laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes and your phone chimes so you glance at it.

Lost boy: Hey Tink, sorry I had to run off. Got kidnapped by the evil pirates. Hopefully you’ll be able to save me with that magical fairy dust and find me after my shift. 😉

[solar-wing]

⚣ YJ BatBro Incorrect Quotes: Scooby Doo ⍘

⚣ ⍘ A/N → ah memories. My first ever BatBro and Conner Kent post. Time sure does fly. Anyway, what I said still stands. There needs to be more Conner Kent x Male Reader and just male reader content in general. Batfam included :) WARNINGS: typical chaos, fluff, sibling arguments, random humor

⚣ ⍘ Summary → You join the Young Justice Team against the wishes of your father, Bruce Wayne aka Batman, who doesn't want his youngest son to join the superhero world. You've also got a mad crush on Conner Kent aka Superboy. Ever since you've joined though, you've got this weird habit of having moments in life feel like incorrect quotes. Oh well...

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 💛

Superboy: Gee, Dad. Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life me as your son?

Superman: *laughs* Hah-hah-ooh Superboy.

Superman: No.

Superboy: *sad*

You: *calm murderous*

*Batman, Red Tornado, Black Canary, and the Team in the mission room with you & Kid Flash dressed up like waitressing girls*

You: Um, like this isn't exactly what I had in mind. Why are KF & I dressed up like girls when Artemis & M'Gann are girls?

Wally: Yeah *pulling on dress* my skirt's too tight.

Artemis: Because M'Gann & I refused.

*You & Wally grumbling*

You: *dialing Conner* Sphere? It's Y/N. Put Conner on.

You: *Pause* ...because you're almost impossible to understand on a phone.

*Kid Flash leading everyone through a door and shutting it*

*Demon Vampire that looks like Batman locks the door trapping everyone inside and throws away the key*

DV: FOOLS!

*runs away*

You: *mocking Kid Flash* 'Everybody! In Here!' Nice.

Kid Flash: How was I supposed to know we'd get locked in by your dad?

You: It's a cage KF! You always want to stay on the outside of a cage. And that's NOT MY DAD!

DV: *brooding*

You: I don't think...

Robin: *facepalms*

*everyone looking down an ominous tunnel*

You: I wonder where it leads?

Superboy: Only one way to find out. *drops down chute*

Superboy: All clear! Come on down!

You: Catch me Superboy! *drops down and lands on your butt*

Superboy: Did you say something Y/S/N?

You: *sigh* never mind.

*Wally receives message from Kent Nelson*

You: What does it say?

Message from Kent: HEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You: Heep? What the hecks that mean?

*finding Kent*

Kent: I meant to type 'Help!" I'm no good with these new fangled gadgets.

*talking about Bruce to the team*

You: Every day for two weeks now, he runs screaming down the hall and ends up sleeping in the yard. Is that normal?

Wally: For your dad? Probably.

Speedy: What's up with Superboy?

*Superboy screaming and ripping his shirt off*

You: Oh, he's just in the zone. It'll pass.

You: If not, we'll spray him with a hose.

*you and the team show up at the hospital*

You: Can we help you with anything?

Bruce: No. Go away.

M'Gann: Who's the patient?

Bruce: An employee at Wayne Tech. Go away.

Wally: What happened to him?

Bruce: it's classified...go away.

*You and Artemis watching Wally and Conner spar*

Artemis: Hey Y/N, let me ask you something. If you liked a boy...?

You: *gasps* WHO TOLD YOU?! Was it one of my brothers?? Dick! Hmm, he thinks he's so perfect. WELL, what no one knows is he has a SIXTH TOE on his...

Artemis: UH! What are you talking about?

You: I- Clearly, not what you were talking about…

BONUS:

DV: LET ME GO! I'LL DRAIN YOU ALLLL!!!

You: Dad, you're vampiring is tearing this family apart! I'm sorry but you've left me no choice. I'm going to have to stake you! *randomly pulls out a wooden stake and mallet*

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☀️ | DC Masterlist | ☀️

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ME OR HER?

Triger warning : Somewhat racists comments

A/N: This will not have a second part, perhaps an Instagram AU but that’s it.

You were currently in Atlanta for Jack’s last US show, you’ve been joining him on the road since the tour started and it’s been amazing so far.

Well as amazing as having to turn another way when little remarks from his team would be thrown at you.

You were hardheaded, there was so much you could take, but that little thread was about to cut loose. 

You’ve been ignoring everything that was thrown your way, you’ve been sucking it up and turning a blind eye.

Jack, bless his soul, has a thing where he sees the good in everyone around him. He either doesn’t hear what is thrown your way, or he just decides to ignore it to avoid confrontation.

There was something in the air tonight though, and you can feel it. You just hope by the end of the night no one walks out handcuffed or with a bloody nose. 

“Look at you, are you going to solve a mystery tonight?” You say at Jack and notice his outfit for the night gives you Fred and Shaggy vibes from Scooby-Doo.

He comes up to you and wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that mystery is finding a way to get in between your legs, while I’m on stage.” 

You laugh “You’re such an idiot.” 

He pecks your lips real quick and pulls back “Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

You and Jack had met a couple of years ago in Miami through your friend Nicky Jam, and ever since, you two have been texting back and forth, hanging out in the down low. You’ve been together for almost a year now but never put a title to whatever it was you two had.

It was great at the beginning, no one but your best friends knew, and you enjoyed that very much. Until recently, he took you back to his hometown to meet his parents and his little brother and introduced you as his girlfriend.

He had also talked about moving in together but that was something you both had to sit down and decide if it’s what you really want so soon.

Although he always tells you he’s been sure about you since the first time he laid eyes on you- yes he’s a romantic, who would’ve thought. But he told you he was ready for the next two huge steps. 

When his tour started for his recent album, Come Home The Kids Miss You, he asked you to join him. It was fun but half way through it, there was a certain person who seemed to have something against you.

“So, when are you going to let me hear what you’ve been working on at the studio?’ Jack asks you, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You blush and shy away “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises his eyebrows “Now baby, I know you’re not lying to me because Nicky told me you two have been busy and that he’s impressed with your music.”

You smile “I’m just nervous, he said the song was ready to be put out, but I don’t think I want to, not right now anyway. I just want to enjoy being here with you and watch you do your thing.”

“I love you for that, but come on, this is what you wanted all those years ago, stop stalling and put it out already, I’m sure people will love it.”

He takes your head into his hands and makes you look up at him “Let me listen to it, and I’ll be brutally honest if that’s what you want. But if Nicky Jam is telling me you’re the next big thing for Latin Music, then I know your song is good.”

When you met Jack you were barely getting into your music, so he’s been asking you everyday to let him hear something from your upcoming album- your first album at that, but you’ve just been nervous to show him.

You nod “Let me work on some last adjustments to it and I promise to let you listen to it before it’s out.”

“That’s my girl, now come on, I want to love up on you before the show.” He says and pulls you along towards his dressing room, passing his team on the way.

“Ugh, why does he keep bringing her around?” Neelam asks Urban and Clay

“Bring who around?” Urban, Jack’s best friend asks from their spot on the couch.

“The little Mexican girl, she’s been tagging along for a while now.”

“Damn Nee, why’d you say it like that.?” Clay asks 

“Plus, that’s his girl, and he wanted her close.” Urban says.

Neelam then whips her head towards Urban so fast “What do you mean she’s his girl? Since when and why am I just finding out?”

Clay shrugs and scrolls through his phone “For a while, she’s met my parents and I think there’s plans for her to move in with him.”

She chuckles, “That doesn't mean anything, he takes every other girl back home.”

“This is different though, but why do you care so much?” Urban asks her, looking at her confused.

“Does she have anything going on for her? Is she always around because she doesn’t have money? Because I think I can find her a cleaning job around here.” 

Clay and Urban look at each other shocked that Neelam is even saying that “Yo, that’s a bit racist don’t you think?”

“No, that’s besides the point. Did she sign an NDA? Did Drama or Nickie give her one?”

“No, Jack didn’t want to, even though she’s said plenty of times that she doesn’t mind signing one.” Clay tells her getting annoyed, he gets up from the couch and looks at Neelam, “I don’t want to be rude to you, but you’re getting out of hand talking down on her, you’ve been doing it non stop, you don’t even know her.” he finishes and leaves.

“I agree with little bro, she’s heard you say things like this on numerous occasions and she decides not to call you out on it, that says a lot about her.” 

“Oh come on Urb, the only thing that says is she’s looking for a handout, that’s why she lets me get away with it. Any other person would've stepped up to me.” Neelam says 

Urban takes a deep breath and gets up to leave as well. “Maybe say it to her in front of Jack, let's see how that works for you.” 

Neelam then gets up and takes out a stack of papers from her bag. “You know what? Maybe I will after the show.” She says and marches her way towards Jack's dressing room.

“FUUCCCKKKKK.” Urban says to himself. 

*After the show* 

Jack was on a high, his adrenaline was on a roll and all he wanted to do was take a quick shower, get something to eat and spend time with you and in you. 

But as soon as he made his way backstage something in him knew that wasn’t going to happen. 

“All I’m saying is, you’re always around and I never see you pay for a thing. So that tells me everything I need to know. You’re here because he’s paying for you or paying you to be here. Therefore I need you to sign these papers.” He heard Neelam say to someone but he couldn’t see who since there was a circle of people around her. 

“I’ll sign the NDA, I have no problem with that. But don’t disrespect me.” Jack hears your soft voice and now that has him confused and on a different type of adrenaline.

The crowd consisted of Clay, Cope, Sunni, Drama and Ace Pro, all surrounding the girls. 

“What is going on?.” Jack asks them which causes all of them to turn his way.

He notices your eyes are watery and he can tell you’re also getting angry. 

He goes up to you “You okay baby?” 

You go to answer him but Neelam speaks first. “Oh she’s fine. You just need to tell her to sign this and she needs to go home for a few days until this is settled into the books.” 

“She’s not signing anything. If I wanted her too, she would’ve a long time ago.” Jack says.

“It’s ok, I’ll sign it.” You tell him and take the papers away from her and start reading through them. 

“Don’t look at me like that Jack, I’m doing this for you. You barely even know her and she has you acting dumb. Since when don’t you have your little friends sign? We’ve worked too hard for you to lose yourself to this little girl.” Neelam tells him.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you right now? Have you gone mad.?” He asks and looks at everyone else “I told you two where we stand, and I made myself clear I don’t want her signing a damn thing.” 

Drama shrugs “Hey I just got here when Nee started going off on her.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re an idiot. Your career is rising and you decide now to get a girlfriend? Jack, there’s plenty of girls on the road who are more than willing to keep you company, but do not settle down now. If she’s what you’re looking for to keep you company, I’m pretty sure I can find you one that looks just like her in every hotel you’re staying at.” Neelam says 

“What? What does that even mean?” Jack asks, “I don’t know what brought this up, but this ends now.”

He looks at you and takes the papers away from you. “Let’s go.”

He starts pulling you away from everyone and while you’re walking you pass by a trash can and he tosses the papers inside and then turns to Neelam “Get them if you really want them.” 

“It's either me, or her Jack.” Neelam says 

You both stop to look at her “What?” 

She smiles “Me or her, plain and simple.”

“Are you out of your mind right now?.” 

“No, I just know what’s best for you.” She then looks at you “Let the adults talk, go clean up catering, it's what you do best.” 

You nod “You’ve been throwing racist words my way, one of them consists of saying all I’m good for is cleaning up. You don’t know me so stop.” 

“I don’t need to know you, I know girls like you. You’re just paying attention to him now that his career is rising, he’s more known. Obviously you want to ride off his fame. But I won’t let you, like I said, if you need a job, I can find you one. But stay away from him.” She says coming up to you now.

You smile “If you’d bother to get to know me, rather than having your head so far up his ass, you’d know I don’t need a job and I definitely don’t need him to succeed in life. All you want to do is throw shade my way and expect me not to say anything in return? I’ve held my tongue because of him.” 

“Bravo you actually have a backbone, but my comments towards you still stands.” She looks at Jack now. “I’ve been with you since you started, I know what’s best for you and your career. She’s not one of them. So again, it’s me or her.” 

“I’m not doing this with you.” Jack tells her 

“Jack, it’s not that easy, you’ve done this plenty of times, decide now, me or her. Because if you decide to stay with this-“ she points at you, “I’m out, I’m not staying for this shit.” 

“What is it that you don’t like about her? She makes me happy, she keeps me grounded. We’re good, so I don’t understand where this is all coming from out of nowhere.” He tells her.

“It’s not out of nowhere, I just simply don’t like her, never have, never will. Not when you two met three years ago, not now.” 

“Well you’ll have to suck it up because she’s not going anywhere.” 

Neelam looks surprised at his words “So you’re choosing her then?” 

“I’m not a child, I’m not doing this ultimatum bullshit.” He snaps at her 

“None of you are going to stand up for me? Tell him he’s messing up his career for little miss girl?” She asks Drama and Nick “You two were saying how she’s been distracting him, so grow a pair and tell him.” 

You’re getting annoyed at this point, you loved Jack, you did but this was getting out of hand and you don’t know if you can take it any longer. 

You look at Jack and notice he looks hurt and confused all together. You know this must be hard for him.

Yes, Neelam has been there alongside him through everything, since day one, so you know this must be hurting Jack more. 

You step aside from everyone and go towards the trash can and get the papers Jack had thrown in there not too long ago. 

You dig through your purse for a pen “Y/N what are you doing?” Jack asks you. 

You shake your head but don’t look at him and sign the papers “It’s ok.” You tell him. 

You turn towards where Neelam is at and give her the papers “I don’t need his money, I have that. You’d know that if you’ve taken at least five minutes to get to know me. Or if you’d actually done your job and searched me up.” You tell her.

You then go turn to Jack “She’s not going to stop, she’s been doing this for a while now. I rolled with it because I know how important she is to you.” You take in a deep breath “I would never make you choose between me or anyone, that’s just evil and childish. But something deep inside also tells me you’d choose her, which I understand completely as well and I don’t blame you for it. I blame her.” 

“What are you saying right now?.” He asks you, his tone a bit worried 

You take in a deep breath “I’m choosing for you.” you tell him sadly. 

He goes up to you, wraps his arms around you and places his forehead against yours. “No” he shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not letting you.” 

You pull away from him “The papers are signed, I won’t tell anyone. The world will never know him and I had anything to do with one another.” you tell his team. 

“Y/N let’s talk about this in private, this is nonsense.” Jack says, trying to pull you towards him. 

“Oh my god, let her go Jack, she’s not even all that. She needs to go back to wherever she came from.” Neelam says 

You turn your head so fast towards her “Say that again, to my face.” You finally snapped and got closer to her. “You know what? No, I’m done, so fucking done. You preach online how being mean is so middle school, but you’re the meanest person around.” 

You turn to look at Jack “This shit is hurtful because I honestly believe she does want what’s best for you. But she’s coming at me sideways and wrongly at that. Yes, even when she continues to talk down on me, I’m being nice, that’s who I am. But I’m not taking it anymore. You’re meant for greatness and the world is going to be so lucky to witness you grow, I’m just sad I won’t be around to see that.” 

You tell him and and see he has tears in his eyes, you go up to him and leave a kiss on his cheek “You’ll do such amazing things superstar, I’m sure of it. Take care yeah?” You tell him in a low voice so only he can hear you. 

You don’t even give him a chance to react or say anything. You just pull away and walk away from him, and he lets you. 

He knows you won’t come back.

He knows he should’ve went after you.

He knows he should’ve stood up to Neelam. 

But most importantly, he knows he won’t ever be the same. 

He let you go, and the little box inside his pocket reminds him of what could have been.

********** 

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 11: (When In Rome) I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones

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A/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is the next part, I still love this series and will be continuing it until I think it comes to a natural close so I hope you continue to enjoy it :) love Lou

Warning: smut, minors DNI

She slips the black silk dress over her figure, pulling it down until the bottom rested against the middle of her thighs. She slipped on her black heels, something she didn't wear too often.

Matty was taking her to a restaurant somewhere unknown to her, he had simply told her that he'd have to drive them, and the thought of him behind the wheel of the car he had rented out this morning, has her mind spiraling. She finds the gold 'M' necklace she took off to shower, attempting to clasp it around her neck, sighing frustratingly when she failed to do so.

"Matty!" She calls out, looking at herself in the mirror to ensure she was happy with the way she looked. Her hair was down and curled, her make up was light, she hardly wore anything for the Italian sun gave her a natural flush and glow.

"Babe!!" She calls out when he doesn't appear.

"Coming love" he says, stepping into the bedroom not a second later, a white towel wrapped around his waist, as he ran another one through his hair, trying to dry it. The towel halts in his hair as his eyes land on her figure.

"Jesus" he says, making her turn around to see him. Her breath catches, mimicking his as she takes in his appearance, fresh out of the shower, a few stray water droplets coating his skin, his tattooes glistening as the muscles of his chest and abdomen constricted.

She swallows and snaps herself out of it, Matty still trying to do the same.

"Can you do this up for me please?" She asks, turning around and revealing the clasp of her necklace. The man walks towards her, standing directly behind her, his front nearly flushed against her back.

"Yeah I can do that..." He says, gripping the clasp with shaky fingers. His eyes find hers in the mirror, watching as her mouth fell open slightly as his fingers grazed her neck. He clasps the necklace, drifting his fingertips down her neck until they're resting against her waist. He doesn't break eye contact with her as he lowers his mouth to the exposed skin of her shoulder, following up until he's kissing her neck.

She slightly gasps as he kisses her neck, mumbling a "you look so beautiful my love" his lips drifting along her neck to the skin of her ear.

"So fucking beautiful" he says, grasping her waist tightly and pulling her back to him. She feels him heavy and hard against her bottom, making her gasp as he grunts. She can't help but push back against him, feeling what she did to him.

"Feel that love?" He says, watching her in the mirror as she nods "feel what you do to me"

"Matty" she moans. He spins her round quickly, smearing his mouth to hers, tongues immediately meeting in a passionate fight. She tugs at his hair as he grasps her chin, one finger resting against her cheek, gently soothing over the skin, a complete contrast to how rapidly his tongue moved against hers.

"You need to get changed" she says, hands smoothing down his chest, feeling the muscles constrict. Her fingertips graze the "v" at the base of his abdomen, feeling tempted to kneel down and run her tongue along them. Despite her words her hand cups his erection through the towel before tugging at it, letting it fall. The pair break away from each other, looking between them at where Matty stood proud.

"fuck" she says, biting her bottom lip, just the sight of him had her clenching. The singular word falling from her lips stroked his ego and he can't help but smirk to himself, knowing what he did to her.

"God I need you... Always need you" he says eyes snapping to hers again.

She's quickly pushing against his shoulders until he falls against the bed. She quickly straddles him, holding him by the base as she teases herself with the tip of him.

"Of course you're not wearing underwear... Fuck" he moans out, her hand smearing the precum that bubbles over his tip along his shaft. She moans as she continues to massage her clit with his head.

"Thought you wanted me to get changed" his hands clamp around her waist as she finally lowers herself onto him.

"Fuck" his eyes snap to where she's taking him, the both of them moaning loudly when he bottoms out.

"Oh fuck Matty. You're so deep" she holds herself still, clenching around him as she feels how deep he is. He was flush against her gspot, making her mouth hang open, already blissed out.

"Fuck you're perfect. Look so fucking good like this" he smears his lips against her neck again, trying not to thrust upwards as she rolls her hips against him.

She raises her hips experimentally, a breathy sigh and a high pitch moan falling from her mouth all at once when she lowers herself back down.

Matty takes handfuls of her arse, rolling her towards him as she continues bouncing on top of him.

"oh fuck Matty" she moans, head falling into the crook of his neck. Her legs already feel like jelly and her pace falters as the tip of him massages her gspot with every stroke. Matty takes over, hips snapping up into her relentlessly. He grunts as she clenches around him, sending his mind into overdrive. His hand drifts from her waist to her abdomen, pressing against her flesh.

"Fuck darling... Oh fuckkkk" his moan is drawn out and his hips stutter "I'm going to cum" he says and she nods into his neck, letting him know she was close too.

"Cum for me" she moans into his ear. His body obeys her words, hips stuttering, thrusting into her once more before he spills inside her. She joins him a second later, body spasming before she falls slack against him, nails racking down his back as she calls out his name.

"I love you..." He murmurs, breathing heavily, his head falling backwards with every word 'so much" he says.

"I love you too" she says, pulling back to look at the blissed out man. She can feel his juices spilling from her and her eyes snap down to meet the sight. Mattys eyes follow and he moans, she feels him twitch inside her and she smirks.

"Fucking coating me love" he says, the mix of them, dripping down onto the base of his cock, coating her thighs as she raises her hips up, his member slipping out.

She stands from him and he groans, not wanting her to leave, but he's instantly silenced when she falls to her knees, her hand grasping the base of his softening cock, coated in their juices.

He feels himself start to harden again as she grasps him, her tongue lapping up the mixture of them. The speed in which he becomes rock hard is unfathomable and suddenly he's heavy when she takes him into her mouth. His hand grasps her hair as he grunts.

"oh fuck... Shit you're an angel" he says as she deep throats him, he finds himself tugging on the hair that she styled and he instantly apolgises. She pulls back from him, shaking her head, encouraging him to tug, to do as he pleases.

"Use me" she says as her tongue runs along the head of him again, collecting the new formation of precum.

"Baby... No" he shakes his head and she pouts.

"Please..." She begs, mouth wrapping around him again, bopping up and down a few times and sucking him to try and convince him.

"Shit" his hand tightens in her hair and his hips rise from the bed just a little, forcing himself further into her mouth.

He grunts, groans and whines as his hips begin moving in a regular pattern, backwards and forwards, slowly at first. Until he hears her moan, a sound that faintly sounds like his name and suddenly his hips are thrusting harshly into her mouth, his cock moving further into her warm mouth until he's practically diving down her throat, causing her to gag and moan around him.

Her eyes glisten as she looks up at him, her hands are firmly clasped around his bare calves and he can't help but moan her name loudly.

"I fucking love you" he says, unable to help but express his love for her.

"oh shit, you're going to make me cum" he says making her moan around him. His hips snap forwards again, drawing tears from her eyes when he hits the back of her throat again.

The pain is delicious, when it's him giving it to her, when it's him hitting the back of her throat, when it's him grunting above her and calling out her name like it's the only word he knows, when it's him twitching and spilling down her throat.

He cums fast and lots, she attempts to swallow every drop, some spilling from her mouth and dribbling down her chin. His thumb collects the overspill and she pulls him out of her mouth, wrapping her lips around his thumb instead, sucking off the last bits of him.

"mmm" she moans, eyes fluttering. he shakes his head, laughing at the whole ordeal

"How the fuck did I manage to get you" he says, pulling her up towards him, smearing their lips and tongues against one another.

"I'm so fucking lucky' he murmurs against her mouth, pulling away when his smile becomes to big for the kiss to continue.

"Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" He says, she nods.

"Sorry I ruined your make up .. and your hair. Still look so beautiful" he says and she laughs, shaking her head.

"You can ruin me any day" she jokes, making them both laugh now.

"Seriously Lou... I love you so much"

"I love you too Matty..."

"How about we have a shower... And forget about that meal... Can order some food here"

"Matty.... We're in Italy... And so far we haven't seen much of it"

"Don't need to... I've got you"

"It's supposed to be very pretty"

"Not as pretty as you my love"

"I was looking forward to you driving us somewhere" she says and an idea immediately pops in his mind.

"Okay, how about this... We get you showered, and then I drive us to the beach" she likes the idea of that, toes buried in the sand, hands intertwined, her hair blowing freely and the sea salt air making his curls go crazy. Watching the sunset with the love of her life as he told her how much he loved her. A smile breaks out on her face and she nods, he leans down to place an agreeing kiss to her lips.

She quickly showers, removing all the makeup, throwing her hair into a quick plait, not bothering to dry it. She walks into their bedroom, seeing Matty dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms, ending at his elbow.

"You look nice" she compliments him, retrieving a white summer dress from the wardrobe, turning to him as he smiles at her. She places it down on their bed, finding a pair of underwear and slipping them on, dropping her robe as she does.

He can't help but stare, eyes raking down her body, clad in a tiny pair of white lace underwear, her chest exposed. His eyes weren't filled with lust but an intense and true fond look covered his features.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful" he says, making a deep crimson coat her cheeks. She picks up her dress tugging it over her head and letting it fall down her hips, gently pulling at the bottom until it layed straight. She turns around, her back facing him, silently asking him to do it up.

His fingertips caress the skin of her back as he does the zip up, pressing a kiss in-between her shoulder blades before the zip passes it, leaving one last kiss on her shoulder before it fully closes.

"Ready?" He asks and she turns and she nods, leaning up to peck at his lips.

Her hands land on his chest, smoothing against the fabric until they're resting against his shoulders.

"Very handsome" she says, making him smile and place another kiss to her lips.

They leave their villa, the car Mattys hired sitting out the front, the roof is already down and Matty rounds her side of the door, opening it and allowing her to get in, leaning down to peck her lips before jokingly sliding across the front of the car. It had her throwing her head back in a laugh, a look of pure love and adoration coming from her when he's finally seated and looking at her.

They begin driving, him with one hand on the steering wheel, one hand clamped over her thigh, her with her head leant back, her hair drifting in the wind. He has to will himself to not look at her too long, to focus on the road, but it's hard, unbelievably so when she's looking so god damn perfect.

"You're beautiful my darling...an angel.... My angel" he murmurs and one point and she takes his hand in hers, bringing to her lips and kissing the skin..

"I love you" she says against his hand, lips lightly pressing against her initial that's tattooed on his skin.

"I love you more"

They park up a little while away from the beach, walking hand in hand, each of them holding their shoes in the unoccupied hand until their toes are buried in the sand. It's still slightly warm and she smiles at the feeling.

She stops, and drops her shoes to the ground, taking in the breathtaking view in front of her. The seas calmly lapped at the shore, the sunset, beautiful hews of orange and pink and blue, smiling at them.

His eyes never leave her though, her with her mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling, taking in the beauty in front of her. But she was more beautiful.

"It's so beautiful" she says, grasping his hand tightly.

"It really is" he says, it's cliche, him talking about her whilst she's talking about something else that's beautiful. But he doesn't care. He doesn't care if he was a cliche with her. Their love was far better than all of that.

They eventually sit down on the sand, Matty behind her, her in-between his legs, his lips moving gently across her shoulder, kissing the tanned skin.

"I can see us getting married somewhere like this someday" he admits and she turns slightly in his embrace to see if he's being serious. He is, deadly serious.

"Just you in a beautiful dress, taking my breath away like usual... And the boys would be there of course. And a few of our close family members' he says and she smiles back at him.

"Although the thought of just running away with you and getting married just the two of us sounds awfully appealing" he admits and she smiles again.

"I love you so much Matthew Timothy Healy" she admits, her toothy smile meeting his until their lips are closing against each other.

"I love you more my pretty girl... So much more"

[someonefantastic]

so the line in Faith, Hope & Trick where Buffy says that after slaying she “sometimes craves a non-fat yogurt" bugs me (and those on the cangel discord as well) because with the amount of calories Buffy must burn she should be allowed to eat more than just a non-fat yogurt. to rectify that, here are a bunch of food related headcanons:

shortly after becoming the slayer, Buffy realizes that she’s hungry nearly all of the time

we’re talking like wakes up to raid the fridge at three in the morning hungry

Joyce notices too and chalks it up to Buffy being a growing girl and starts preparing heartier meals and stocking up on extra filling snacks

when she starts at Sunnydale, Giles is already prepared

apparently this is a common thing for slayers cause he has drawers filled with protein bars and when she comes into the library after school he usually has a sandwich or wrap prepared and Buffy’s like “sir, I’ve only known you for like a week”

she really appreciates it though

one time when they go on patrol together he has a bag of orange slices and Buffy calls him a soccer mom

Willow is the one who most consistently has snacks though

no one knows where she gets them though, she’ll be wearing a dress with no pockets and not be carrying a bag or anything and Buffy will make a comment about being hungry and the next thing she knows a homemade granola bar is being shoved into her hand

years later Xander is still convinced that Willow learned how to use magic before she actually started actively practicing it just for magic snacks

speaking of Xander, he’s Buffy’s snack buddy

the classes where they sit next to each other, they’ll just pass a bag of pretzels or chips back and forth until the teacher tells them to knock it off

*dead silent room as they take a test* *CRUNCH* “it was Xander!” “Buffy!”

the real reason why Xander becomes snack run guy is because between him and Buffy, Giles’ slayer snack supply is in serious detriment so he makes Xander go because “if you both insist on eating me out of house and home, than at least one of you should go get more snacks” and since Buffy is the slayer, Xander gets snack duty

it means he gets first food pick though so it’s not a bad gig

Buffy has a frequent punch card at Mister Donut

actually they all do

also the nice thing about dating guys with affinities for trench coats is that they have lots of pockets to keep protein bars or trail mixes in, plus since Angel and Spike are on liquid diets so there’s no worry of either them mooching

(side note but after each one winds up in L.A. they’re still finding random food in their pockets--Spike especially has no clue how, he’s a ghost after all. Angel used his to give to scared victims or Cordelia when she was first starting out and couldn’t really afford food. When Spike shows up in L.A. he alternates between throwing the trail mix nuts at Angel and giving his snacks to those who need them)

it’s not just snacks though

Buffy is the first to go back for seconds... and thirds and no one bats an eye

sometimes after they save the world (again), the scoobies will go out to get burgers or whatever fast food is open and Buffy winds up with like six burgers or tacos or [insert food here]

Willow is very generous about sharing her fries

Xander will only share them after being persuaded by the joined forces of puppy eyes from Buffy and Willow

Giles is still ranting about the choice of food in America

the scoobies or Giles or whoever automatically doubling a recipe when Buffy is invited over without giving it a second thought

they all want her to eat as much as she wants without feeling bad about it or worrying someone else won’t get fed

the ones who like to cook or at least can cook have a few recipes under their belt that are high in protein and other stuff to help a growing slayer

by the time Faith rolls around, they’ve got their food game down

Faith is actually really surprised by how quick they are to hand her a yogurt or pull out a sandwich or give her a bagel, sometimes even before she makes a comment about being hungry

not to make this sad but after she starts going dark, she notices how they become less and less forthcoming with their food

this is purely self indulgent but I love the idea of the honorary/secondary scoobies being indoctrinated into the snack life

they hang out with Buffy, Willow, and Xander for like two weeks and the next thing they know they’re carrying around extra food

Cordelia, less than a week after she “helps” Buffy and the other scoobies kill the master “why the hell am I bringing two smoothies to school?”

her housekeeper actually makes really good smoothies though, Buffy is secretly always thankful when Cordelia shows up to school with an extra thermos

Oz just always has beef jerky

Anya is a little less helpful in the snack department but she reads a book on food and nutrition and talks about the merits of calories and proteins and other food stuff for like an hour straight

she means well

also she can’t really cook but she almost always has ice cream to share

and strange cheeses

I feel like Tara would make the best oatmeal raisin cookies, maybe she also has like sunflower seeds and bags of granola on her too

she’s the one who jumps on the snack train the fastest, she hears Willow mention Buffy and snacks once and the next thing they know she’s got her school bag filled

Dawn steals a lot of Buffy’s food

she uses the “I’m a growing girl too. You know... teenager” excuse often

it works usually

not food related but there’s at least two water bottles a person at all times

hydration is important folks

anyway this got really long but I simply love the idea of Buffy being allowed to eat a lot of food without being made to feel bad about it and the rest of her friends/family supporting her fully

[shares-a-vest]

What do you mean it was the anniversary of the death of a dorky gay metalhead???

Tw: medical stuff/hospital setting. it's fairly mild

29th March, 1986

"Hey, Steve?"

He turns in his chair to look at Robin. She's standing side by side Nancy, who has her arm around Dustin, still red-eyed and tired. They'll all tired.

It has been just under 48 hours since Steve had used the last of his strength to lift Eddie (with the aid of Nancy, Rob and the wobbly stack of furniture on both sides of the Gate) out of the Upside Down.

Eddie was barely alive, bloodied and breathing shallow. The hard fall that Steve caught the most of probably not making the situation better as they tumbled back into the real world. Nancy had commandeered the stolen RV to the hospital, dropped them off and doubled back to the Creel house for Max and the Sinclairs.

Almost immediately they were separated, Eddie wheeled off to god knows where, while Steve was treated in emergency at Robin's insistence. Then at some point he'd passed out, a combination of the pain from his wounds and whatever drugs were pumped into him.

This fucking IV. Two days later, he's still hooked up to it, not dragging it along into Eddie's room like he did the first night because Robin has taken to wheeling Steve around in a wheelchair.

He's sitting by Eddie's bedside now. Watching. Waiting for him to wake up.

Apparently he awoke early yesterday morning with Wayne in the room. And if he's being honest (and he feels like shit about it), Steve is jealous he missed it. He was having his bandages changed. An excerise that took way too long because they were all quickly moved into the bowels of Hawkins General, top secret by the time Dr Owens suddenly popped up. By then, government clearance was needed to do any god damn thing. So he'd waited for hours between the old bandages going and the new dressings.

Robin would say it wasn't that long...

Anyway, Eddie had briefly regained consciousness in that time.

And Steve missed it.

He looks at Robin, eyes pleading. He shakes his head.

She thankfully nods, despite the smallest shuffle towards him that has Nancy making a sqeaking noise at her.

"Let's go sit with Wayne and have some lunch," she says quietly, squeezing Dustin (equally hesitant to leave the room) and nodding.

Nancy, ever the level-headed one, even in this situation the Scooby Gang had gotten themselves in, was managing everyone and their emotions. She was a godsend.

He tips his head towards the door, nodding along with Nancy. They trio lingered for a moment longer before leaving to venture up into the world.

Steve watches as the door closes, wheeling closer to Eddie's bed.

He reaches out a hand, stopping as he remembers his stupid drip. He yanks it around the left wheel of his chair, slapping it against the floor to free up some length. He reaches his destination this time, resting his hand on Eddie's right forearm, just below those cursed patch of bats. He grumbles at the sight of them and searches for somewhere else to look.

Eddie is covered in bandages, cuts, dried blood and iodine stains. They are still tubes everywhere, maybe a couple less than when Steve first saw him when he'd crept into his room late last night. He'd needed surgery of course, patching up his left side which had been torn to pieces. A nurse quipped that Steve and Nancy had saved him from blood loss with their triage work.

Turns out Steve had finally found a use for his First Aid training post-Lifeguard life. It's not like any life or death situations happened in Family Video...

He wishes he could sit on Eddie's left side, brush away the hair that was tangled with dried blood. He couldn't reach forward enough to brush away his fringe that's sticking to his forehead either.

Steve runs his palm down Eddie's right arm, reaching his hand that is only occupied by a pulse-rate clip on his index finger. He intertwines their fingers, shifting forward in his chair as best he can so he can press a soft kiss to the back of Eddie's hand.

He selfishly holds his hand to his own chapped lips, not caring if it's obstructing the pulse device.

He just needs a moment.

He screws his eyes shut, willing away tears.

"Please wake up for me, Eds."