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Finally His Year - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collab with my soulmate @munson-blurbs 🩵

Summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday and what he really wants is you.

Note: In honor of JQ’s 30th birthday woohoo 🎉

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[As You Wish masterlist]

The Munson house is buzzing when you arrive. There are three unfamiliar cars parked in front of it, probably from the other people celebrating Eddie’s birthday with him. You have his gift tucked under your arm and a Tupperware of raspberry and white chocolate chip cookies in that same hand, using the free one to ring the doorbell.

You barely have time to pull your forefinger back before the door swings open. Luke peeks his head around, grinning when he sees you standing there.

“Good evening, madam-a-zell,” he says in a vague concoction of European accents—none of them even resembling French. “May I take your—ooh, cookies!”

Laughing, you reach over and ruffle his mop of curls. “These are for Daddy, Luke-miere.” When his face falls, you quickly add, “but maybe he’ll share.”

This placates him, and he skips off to announce your arrival. As soon as he says your name, you hear the sound of Eddie’s feet shuffling towards the entryway.

“You made it!” He says with a huge smile. In your dreams, he pulls you in for a hug and kisses you tenderly. But this is real life, so he just stands with his hands in his pockets.

“I made it,” you agree awkwardly. It takes a moment for you to remember everything you’re holding. “Oh, these are all for you.” You maneuver it all, handing him the cylindrical tube and then the plastic container. Luke loudly clears his throat, and you grin. “Unless you feel like sharing the cookies.”

Eddie takes the presents, shaking his head at his younger son’s interruption. “I’ll consider it. Thank you, Sweetheart.”

That stupid nickname. You love and hate it; as much as he calls you that, you know you’re not his sweetheart. Because he’s married.

His wife—God, you hated that she held that title—was sipping a full glass of wine. Though she’s standing next to Nancy, the two aren’t exchanging any words.

You should go over there. Brittany is technically one of your employers, so it’s best not to rock the boat. Unless, of course, you could ensure she’d fall overboard.

Plastering a feigned smile on your face, you walk over to her. Before you can even get out a hello, she points towards Ryan and Luke.

“They have to go to bed at nine o’clock, so just have them in their pajamas with their teeth brushed by then.”

Embarrassment crawls under your skin. “Oh, I, um, I’m actually here for the party. Not to babysit.”

Brittany doesn’t seem thrown off at all; she just rolls her eyes and turns to Nancy. “Didn’t realize people still needed parties after they turned thirty,” she quips.

To her credit, Nancy just shrugs and walks to you, ignoring the snark hurled your way. She guides you over to where the rest of the group is chatting.

“Can you say, ‘Uncle Dusty’?” Dustin asks little Tiffany Mayfield-Sinclair, gently bouncing her in his arms. “C’mon…Un-kul Duh-stee!”

“Elmo!” Tiffany claps her chubby hands together gleefully, unbothered by Dustin’s frustration.

“I think your kid’s broken,” he grumbles, handing the little girl back to Lucas.

“She was fine until you held her,” Lucas quips as he holds his daughter against his chest.

“Or maybe she just thinks you look like Elmo,” Steve offers with a shrug.

“What is this, high school?” Dustin asks, looking between his friends. “Ganging up on me?”

Eddie shakes his head and gives a loud tsk.

“It’s because you’re not part of the club, Henderson.”

“Oh, because I’m not a dad?” Dustin asks, gesturing with a motion that looks very similar to jazz hands. “That’s fine. Because I’m the coolest uncle these kids have. Someone has to be that figure in their lives.”

“Are they always like this?” you ask Nancy with an amused chuckle.

“Since high school,” Nancy confirms with a sigh. “The sad thing is, I can see how they’ve matured since then.”

You giggle at her response before there’s a weighted thunk against the front of your legs. Ryan’s chocolate eyes peer up at you, a huge grin on his round face.

“Well hello, you,” you greet him, reaching down to ruffle his honey colored hair.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” Ryan cheers. Warmth spreads in your chest at his words. You’re touched until he opens his mouth again to ask, “Luke said you brought cookies?”

“I did,” you tell him, tugging on a lock of hair that’s fallen into his eyes. “But they’re for your dad. It’s up to him if he wants to share with you guys.” Of course he will, you think to yourself. Eddie loves these boys more than Luke loves his Hot Wheels collection; and as you’re reminded by the five-year-old almost every day you babysit, that’s a lot.

“Maybe after he opens his presents,” Ryan muses, more to himself than you. “Or after we have the cake Aunt Nancy made.

“Ryan!”

A little girl’s call echoes around the room. The older Munson boy gives you a quick smile before running towards the kitchen where Natalie Harrington is drawing a picture.

Something Ryan said sticks in your brain though. You turn towards Nancy, brow pinching slightly.

“You made Eddie’s cake?” you ask.

The deep breath Nancy takes lets you know there’s more to the story than she’s probably going to tell you. After all, she hardly knows you. The two of you had only met a handful of times since you started watching the boys last year and none of the visits were particularly long. It's an annoyed sigh that Nancy heaves out, her petite shoulders falling with the release. She’s not annoyed at you, if her kindness and body language towards you are anything to go on. So, what’s got her so tense?

“I did,” Nancy affirms. She’s quiet for a moment and at first you think that’s all she’s going to say. But the way her head bobbles slightly from side to side and her jaw muscles tighten and release, you can tell she’s picking her words carefully before she speaks. To her, you’re her friend’s employee so how much should she reveal? “Steve, um, called Eddie yesterday morning to confirm the time for the party today. Eddie was headed out the door just as Steve called. He said he was going to the grocery store. To buy his own birthday cake.”

“His own? Why couldn’t his wife get it? Or better yet, why didn’t she make one for him with the boys?” Your mind floats back to when you and the boys made a cake for Ryan’s birthday over the summer. It was messy and overly sweet, but the love and care put into it are what made it special.

“That’s what I said,” Nancy grits out through a clenched jaw. After a few moments, you see Nancy’s body deflate. The tension rolls off her like a wave returning to the sea. “So, I made him one. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.”

“Carrot cake?” you ask, wrinkling up your nose. It’s not that you disliked the dessert, it just wasn’t what you would’ve pegged Eddie for on his birthday.

“I know,” Nancy says with a small chuckle. She shakes her head in amusement, wavy locks of hair swaying at the movement. “He can’t be typical, right? Not chocolate or vanilla—or even strawberry, but carrot cake. That’s Eddie for ya.”

The party continues with casual conversations: milestones Tiffany is meeting, work updates for the “kids” (who were now full-fledged adults, but would always be freshmen to Eddie), and a tentatively scheduled reunion for their high school Dungeons & Dragons club. It only came to a stop when there was a crash in the kitchen.

Everyone’s heads whipped around at the sound, worried that one of the Munson or Harrington children was causing chaos, but the reason for the clamor was none other than Brittany. She’d dropped the cheese and cracker board on the ground and was laughing like she’d just heard the funniest joke.

“Oopsie daisy!” She cackles, nearly falling over with the force of her laugh. While the rest of you had been casually sipping wine or beer, she had been drinking like she was at a frat party.

“Jesus,” Nancy mutters under her breath.

Eddie glances at Steve, who nods at Lucas, and the two of them step in towards Brittany.

“C’mon, time for bed, Britt,” Steve says as patiently as he can manage. He hooks an arm around her, and Lucas does the same on the other side. It’s obvious that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. A well-oiled machine, ensuring that the kids are none the wiser.

Small miracles, you suppose.

“We can do presents when they get back,” Max jumps in, trying to keep the attention away from the drunk woman stumbling away.

Eddie nods in agreement, collecting the various gifts from the kitchen table and placing them next to his spot on the sofa. When he sits, he spreads his legs enough that you can imagine yourself between them, pressing kisses up his thighs to his—

No. Stop it.

When Steve and Lucas return, Eddie reaches for the first package. Though the room is filled with excited murmurs and crinkling wrapping paper, you can still make out the quiet conversation between Nancy and her husband.

“Did you hold a pillow over her head?”

“No, Nance.”

“Damn it.”

You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a smile.

Eddie pulls out a pair of sneakers from the box: white with a black check mark on the side. He immediately slides them on his feet, wiggling his toes around to ensure enough room. “These are perfect! My old ones were falling apart.”

“We know,” Nancy says wryly as Steve proudly announces, “You said you liked mine, so I got you the same ones.”

“Aww!” Dustin coos, pursing his lips exaggeratedly. “You guys are twins!

Eddie discreetly flips him off before continuing through his stash. Theo and Natalie Harrington made him woven friendship bracelets, which he immediately slid onto his left wrist. When he opens Dustin’s gift, a mug printed with the words “rock ‘n roll” underneath a cartoon rock and dinner roll, Wayne proclaims that it’s even cornier than the ones in the trailer.

Eddie’s face lights up at the present from Max and Lucas—a new Walkman and some heavy metal cassettes.

A pit forms in your stomach: is your gift going to be enough? Will he even like it? Was this whole thing a bad—

“Holy shit.”

You look up to see Eddie staring awestruck at the now-unwrapped present; specifically, the present you got for him. It’s an autographed Metallica poster that you’d spotted at the mall months ago, before his birthday was even a consideration. You’d bought it and kept it safely in your room, waiting for the perfect time to give it to him.

“Sweetheart, this is…” He just shakes his head, blinking misty eyes. “Wow. I, um…thank you,” he finally manages.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had seen that same poster just last week. He had Brittany’s shopping bags clutched in his hands when he walked towards the record store.

Kirk Hammett’s signature called to him like a siren.

Eddie was just about ready to pay for it when Brittany marched over, plucking it from his grip and mumbling something about not having room for any more of his stupid music shit.

That had been the end of that.

“You’re welcome,” you say with a small shrug, as if it was nothing at all. “I saw it and immediately thought of you.” That wasn’t too much to say, right? It’s normal to think of someone when you see something you know they’d love, right? Even if that person is your boss?

Once Luke stops scavenging through his father’s presents like one might be hidden there for him, he looks up at his dad with wide, pleading eyes that he most definitely inherited from the man.

“Time for caaaake?”

Eddie snorts and playfully rolls his eyes. A ringed hand comes down to ruffle the little boy’s curls.

“I guess we could have cake now.”

The Munson boys and the Harrington sibling duo cheer in excitement and beat everyone else into the kitchen. All you can hear as the kids disappear into the next room is an I’m okay! from Luke.

Steve taps you on the shoulder as you step over the threshold into the kitchen.

“Hey, could you give me a hand with the cake?” he asks.

“Sure.” You follow Steve over to the refrigerator, silently wondering how many women had actually denied the handsome man anything when he asked in such a smooth voice.

The cake looks delicious as Steve pulls it out of the fridge. Nancy definitely put in some work to make sure it turned out this lovely. The cream cheese frosting is smooth on all sides with delicate piping lining the edge of the rectangular sheet cake. In a beautiful scrawl that is far nicer than your own handwriting, she had written “Happy Birthday Eddie!” in black gel icing.

Steve sets the cake down on the gray granite counter and reaches for a drugstore bag that has a pack of candles and a lighter in it. The two of you work as a team to plug the cake with the multicolored striped sticks and take turns lighting different sides of the cake.

“You got it?” Steve asks as he steps over towards the light switches on the wall.

“Yep,” you assure him as you carefully lift the flaming desert off the counter. Turning around to face the table proves the most difficult part as you slowly spin your body while keeping the cake steady.

Eddie is seated at the table, kids surrounding him on all sides as they clamor about what’s taking so long with the cake. Taking so long? You thought you and Steve worked pretty efficiently together.

“Watch out rugrats,” Dustin says, clapping a hand on Luke’s shoulder and pulling him out of your way.

You give the curly haired man a grateful smile before you slide the cake onto the table right in front of Eddie. As you go to pull your arms away, pale, calloused fingers reach up and rest against your skin for a moment.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Eddie says.

All you did was carry a cake over but you’re more than glad to receive praise from your boss any time that you can.

Steve flips the kitchen lights off and everyone breaks into a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. Ryan stands right in front of you as you sing, and you rest your hands on his small shoulders.

“Make a wish!” Luke calls from Dustin’s side once the singing ended. He watches as his dad purses his lips, thinking of a wish. The dim lighting in the room may be playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn Eddie’s eyes flickered over to you before he took a deep breath and blew out all thirty-something of the candles on the first try.

“Yay!” Luke cheers while everyone else claps. “Whatcha wish for?”

Ryan scoffs and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “He can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“For my last birthday I wished for a pet,” Luke says.

“Is that why you dug up the worm in the backyard?” Eddie asks.

“Yep,” Luke announces, a proud smile on his face.

“Wormy Munson is missed,” Ryan says, patting his little brother’s shoulder.

The attention quickly turns from squiggly little pets when Nancy asks the room, “Who wants a piece?”

“Me!” Four children’s hands shoot up at the same time, but Nancy just shakes her head at them.

“Birthday boy gets first crack at it,” she says as she slices a piece and transfers it to a Darth Vader paper plate. Nancy delivers that and a plastic fork to Eddie before returning to the counter to cut slices for the rest of the guests.

When you get your piece of cake, you slip into a seat next to Eddie’s at the table.

“So, carrot cake, huh?” you ask him with a playful smirk on your face.

“Hey, gotta get vegetables into these kids somehow,” Eddie says, reaching behind him to tickle Ryan’s belly. The older boy laughs and moves out of his dad’s reach.

“Broccoli brownies next?” you ask, a shit eating grin on your face before you pop a chunk of cake into your mouth.

“Such a smart ass,” Eddie teases, scooping some of his icing onto his pinky and wiping it off on the tip of your nose. Both boys giggle as you try to reach it with your tongue, trying to stretch it out as far as possible to lick it off. Though the boys found it funny, Eddie had an entirely different feeling wash over him as he watched your tongue snake out to try and lick the white substance off your face. His pants tighten and Eddie shifts in his seat, trying to hide his crotch further beneath the table.

Guests drift in and out of the kitchen with their plates of cake, mingling with one another out in the living room. You offer to collect the paper plates up for the garbage once everyone is done. You’re carrying the stack back towards the kitchen when you hear Steve and Eddie having a conversation in there. It’s pretty clear this is just meant to be between them, but when you hear Steve’s question to his best friend, your feet become glued to the floor.

“Think you’ll finally get lucky tonight since it’s your birthday?”

Eddie snorts. “It doesn’t seem like it.” You can practically picture him nodding his head in the direction of his bedroom where Brittany is probably snoring her ass off as she sleeps off her alcohol. You really hope she has a hangover tomorrow.

“Not what I meant, dude,” Steve replies.

This catches you off guard. Who could Steve possibly be talking about if not Brittany? Does… A sickening thought winds its way through your brain, claws taking hold in those places that are already prone to insecurities. Does Eddie have a girlfriend? It’s not like you would judge him for it after Brittany’s whoring around is common knowledge. But it drives an ice pick through your heart just picturing Eddie with his own awful, evil wife. Knowing he might be with someone who could be kind and caring should comfort you—but it doesn’t. It makes you want to tear your skin off to think of Eddie with anyone else but you. Because if he wasn’t going to be with Brittany, you wanted him to be with you. And if you didn’t even get a chance to show him what the two of you could be together? The idea threatened to destroy you.

“Watch it Harrington,” Eddie answers Steve, his voice low. It’s the closest thing to a warning you’ve ever heard from him.

A familiar toddler’s cry abruptly ends their conversation and your now-agonizing eavesdropping. Eddie shakes his head, giving Steve one last glare as he walks out of the kitchen, and looks over at a wailing Tiffany Mayfield-Sinclair.

Ryan scrunches his face. “Daddy, play her the song!”

“Yeah, play it!” Luke echoes, hands pressed to his ears.

Now you’re intrigued. “What song?”

Eddie sighs. “Boys, I don’t think anyone wants to hear me play—”

“Au contraire,” Dustin butts in with a smirk. He hands Eddie his acoustic guitar, propped up in the corner. “I think we’d all love a little concert.”

Eddie gives you a look that pleads help me out here, but you’re already invested.

“Concert! Concert!” You chant, laughing when the others join in.

He doesn’t say anything, just slips the strap over his shoulder and quickly tunes the guitar.

“If…you’re…happy and you know it, clap your hands!”

Everyone in the room claps twice. Everyone except Tiffany, who is still wailing.

“If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands!”

Same result.

“All right, all right. Let’s skip to a different verse.” Eddie takes in the baby’s squealing form.

“If…you’re…angry and you know it, do a growl.” He lets out the most ridiculous roar you’ve ever heard, and you can’t help but laugh.

From her mother’s arms, Tiffany lets out a roar of her own. Your giggle catches her attention, and she reaches out for you to hold her.

For a moment, Eddie believes his heart is going to implode from the sweet scene in front of him. He wills himself to concentrate on playing, but the sight of you holding a baby girl weakens his resolve. How many times has he daydreamed about you holding his baby girl that he shares with you? Probably too many times on the job for someone who deals with heavy machinery. In his mind she has your hair and his eyes—though he knows she’d probably gets his curls since both boys have them to a degree.

Tiffany bounces in your arms, enraptured in the music. If Eddie plays Old MacDonald, she’ll be mind-blown.

The soft timbre of Eddie’s voice, enthusiastic enough to capture Tiffany’s attention without riling her up, has your heart beating double time. Though you’ve known from the beginning that Eddie plays guitar, this is the first time you actually get to witness it. It’s as sexy as you’ve always imagined—even if he’s only playing nursery rhymes.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs as whatever had been bothering the little girl seemingly dissipates. He grins at Max and Lucas. “That should buy you about five minutes before the next meltdown.”

Sure enough, the crying starts up again, signaling the party’s end. Hugs are exchanged as everyone clears out; final “happy birthday’s” sent Eddie’s way.

There’s a small tug on your arm just as you’re about to grab your purse. “Can you tuck us into bed?” Ryan asks, eyes wide. Luke’s at his side, nodding in agreement.

“Of course.” Always the babysitter, you think, but you truly enjoy being a part of their lives. The fact that they also enjoy it makes it even better.

The youngest Munson beams at you. “Maybe you can sleep over!”

“Uh, not this time. Sorry, kiddo.”

After teeth have been brushed and bedtime stories have been read, you retreat back to the kitchen. Eddie is clipping open bags of potato chips, and you start to gather any used paper platesto toss in the trash.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says, gesturing towards the stack of disposable cups in your hand.

You cock your brow and smirk. “Do you really wanna clean all of this by yourself?”

“Fuck no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He smiles back at you, shaking his head when he notices icing smeared on the back of a kitchen chair. “Should’ve put the boys on clean-up duty” he grunts.

“Then everything would just get shoved under the couch and they’d call it a day,” you point out, and he readily agrees.

Once the floor has been swept and the leftover food has been placed in the refrigerator, you have no valid excuse to stay any longer.

“I should get going,” you say, plucking your keys from your bag and twirling the chain around your forefinger. “I hope you had a good birthday.”

Eddie nods as he walks with you to the front door. He holds it open for you, then follows you out to your car. “Yeah, it was great. Especially your gift. It, um, meant a lot.” A slight rosiness tinges his cheeks, and he pulls you in for a hug.

You return it easily, your arms wrapping around his torso. Both of you hold on a beat longer than necessary, but you can’t seem to pull away.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, breath tickling your ear. He leans in; for a moment, it seems like he’s going to kiss the top of your head, but he takes a step back. Eddie’s done it so many times in his mind before that he almost forgot he doesn’t get to do it in real life. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I will.” You duck into your car, giving him a small wave before you pull out of the driveway. As you drive, you watch Eddie trudge back into the house from your rearview mirror.

Once he’s inside, he closes the door and breathes out a sigh. He adjusts himself over his pants, painfully aware that he’s half-hard from a simple hug. Looking towards the bedroom he shares with Brittany, he pivots away and beelines towards the Tupperware of cookies you’d made.

Taking a big bite, he chews thoughtfully, delaying the inevitable. If only he could curl up next to you instead of her. He chuckles at the insanity of the idea and takes another bite of cookie.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 1 year

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Spn Gabriel Headcanons: Being your Archangel

Written for @thewitcheress2389 for giving me the coolest Birthday gift!! (on a different post now cause on mobile ppl couldn’t even see the title before because of ask post ratio)

He thought he was duty free ever since he fled heaven but oh no sir, thats about to change when he meets you

You’re the youngest sister of Dean and Sam and when he first heard of your existence he was both intrigued and cautious, cause on one hand that means another Winchester to play with and on the other that could be an indication of even more destiny crap

What he didn’t expect was that said Destiny was tied to him cause when he laid eyes on you he felt that strange heavy feeling in his chest that remind him of the divine forces up when he was in heaven

He tries to stay far far away from you at first, but that seems to make it worse, up to a moment were he felt terribly alerted and appeared just in time to save your life. Thats when he knows- he’s your Guardian Angel

He hates it. Why the fuck does it have to be him huh? And a Winchester too? He is about to send some hate mail via prayer to God when you timidly thank him, still unsure who or what he is since your brothers refrained from talking to him

He pauses and presses his lips together, but eventually that signature smirk is there again and he fully turns towards you „I don’t think we‘ve been introduced yet, might be cause your brothers have an extensive history of being party poopers.“ You laugh in surprise and take his hand to shake

Your brothers are r a g i n g when he tries to explain the situation to him cause he gotta, now that he’s gonna be with you for a while but your defense of him snaps them out of it and rather causes confusion- why do you trust this guy? You can’t explain it in a way that differs from the bond he described

He signs off and expects to appear when needed, what he didn’t expect was for you to call him down to.. chat

Gabriel will make innuendos and cheeky remarks just cause he doesn’t know how to handle this.. genuine way of affection

You will ask him about himself, not about all the heaven stuff but actually about him as a person, not as a soldier from god. He will quietly smirk and eye you for a moment before answering honestly

You‘ll take note of his love for sweets and call him down surprisingly to share them with him

„Gabriel“ „..Yes? Y/n?“ He‘ll rise his brows in amusement and you sternly present him a cookie, „This is delicious. Absolutely fantastic. Here.“ You offer him half of it and make space on the couch for him

He‘ll laugh and sit next to you to eat it, both of you making faces and sounds because of how delicious it is. He shakes his head as he glances over to you for a moment. You just thought of him because of a cookie? You’re a curious one. He likes that

You‘ll end up having inside jokes and develop a secret handshake just to annoy your brothers. He never thought that a Winchester could be fun like this

He gets very, very mad whenever something happens to you but honestly he‘ll be more angry at himself for not being there soon enough. Gabriel will easily snap at anyone in this state, not leaving your side until you’re fully ok again even if it’s just a broken leg in the end. Then he‘ll sit opposite you and put your leg on his lap

He doesn’t even notice how he develops a habit of playing with your hair, leaning his legs into yours when you’re sitting next to each other and how he‘ll pick you up to spin you around or just throw you over his shoulder randomly when he’s in a goofy mood

He‘ll give you nicknames to annoy you but when he ends up using them they always kinda sound cute. You give him joking nicknames too to see his reaction, like Agent G or Senior Snickers but he‘ll start referring to himself that too at some point

Some nights you can’t fall asleep because of the things you‘ve seen as a hunter. In those nights he will show you his favorite crappy Cartoons and joke so much until you wake up your brothers with laughter

On some days, especially when he’s seen one of his brothers, he‘ll just appear and want to sot next to you. He will try to appear normal but you know immediately if somethings off so you tell the guys to go hunting without you this time and stay back to spend time with him

ALSO he will listen in if you sing in the shower and be cheeky about it later but his mockery somehow turns into a Karaoke contest when you bet who sings better. Castiel will sing too but he will rather just.. read the text rather than sing and you‘ll two be his background singers

Please comment you guys, I get my motivation to write from your feedback!!

#gabriel x reader #supernatural gabriel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #spn gabriel

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braxlrose · 10 months

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Can you write about Bill having a partner that’s essentially like Avril Lavigne? That could be cool

a/n: I envy avril lavigne sooo let's do this, I scrolled all the way down through my asks and I never saw this so sorry this is so late!

edit: LMFAO IM SORRY 😭

also a shout out to @millzieraa cuz ik you lost your old account which was @krav3nn, so go check her account out you guys!!

bill w/ a avril lavigne wannabe gf who's like avril lavigne

-he literally is obsessed with the way you dress. he thinks you look so cool and yall borrow eachother clothes all the time. im not joking, he actually thinks your style is the awesome and loves how close it is to his style

-he goes to skate parks with you and watches you do a bunch of tricks. like whenever you do one and do it really good he's smiling and clapping and all this shit. he also would love it if you taught him or tried to teach me how to do some tricks.

-if you do end up teaching him some stuff he totally shows it off on tokio hotel tv

-he also loves you a lot because you and tom get along really well. you and tom are a lot a like a tons of ways so he's happy that you're able to get along with his brother. he doesn't date girls who can't get along with tom.

-would literally dieeeee if you made a song about him. like he thinks your musik is amazing so he would love it if you made a song about him.

-he also writes songs about you. he can't help it. he's just so in love with you and thinks you're the coolest person ever. he loves you so much and will write multiple songs about you.

-one of the reasons he fell for you is because you weren't afraid to be yourself and didn't want others to hide who they were either. (let's pretend avrils music is music you actually make). like the song complicated, he loves how you just want people to be themselves and not change for anybody

-he also loves how fun and accepting you are. he likes people who are fun and spontaneous and you're just that

-totally does musik collabs with you and your band

-helps you dye your hair colors

-you and your band and tokio hotel go to parties together all the time. you and Bill both get equally drunk and just make out and dance together all night

-if there's a language barrier between you two, he'll figure out a way to communicate with you

-loves watching you play guitar and tom always gets kinda jealous if you play something better than him

-you two go shopping together at thrift stores allll the time to find new cool clothes

-is literally the best at giving you birthday presents since you and him have so much in common

-he gets your name tattooed on him

-he loves going to your concerts and watching you sing and play guitar. moving around stage and just listening to your amazing voice

-he also loves it when you come to his concerts, he gets so happy when he can see you in the crowd or if you're backstage and you give him a kiss for good luck before a concert

-thought it was the coolest thing when you wrote Sk8ter Boi (let's pretend it's about tom, and that the end of the song is changed bc obviously you don't end up w/ tom). but yeah he loved it and thought it was super awesome

-the band is really important to him and since you're in the musik business you're able to understand that the band is the most important thing to him and he really loves that about you. he had his last girlfriend break up with him because she said he didn't have enough time for him so he's really glad you're able to understand how much the band means to him and everything

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My HCs for the rottmnt birthday stuff

- splinter completely forgot about birthdays, on closing his own until Raph was around 5 and Splinter watched a Lou Jitsu birthday special on rerun TV (as part of a memorial to the "late" action star)

- the boys were immediately interested. Birthdays? Cake? Decorations? Presents? Pizza? Sign me up!

-however, splinter doesn't actually know their birthdays. He knows that Red advanced quicker in size and mental power than his brothers (he grew to age 2 like a week after the whole...incident). He took a guess and knows that Raph is oldest, Mikey is youngest and the other two are somewhere in the middle

- but he doesn't know their birthdays. So he had them guess, calendar in hand

- Raph saw something written on the calendar a week from Splinter had last checked the calendar (which was a few months prior...but I digress) and si ce it was in red pen, he immediately thought it was for him.

-thus his birthday became August 23, the predetermined grocery day of that week.

- next was Mikey who butted in because he was so excited about the whole thing. He wanted to have the same birthday as Lou Jitsu, who he just saw celebrating on tv

- (he is three and Lou Jitsu is the coolest guy he ever saw) (other than his big brothers and dad)

-so his birthday becomes November 5, same day as Splinter's (mysteriously)

- for the final two, splinter tells Leo and Donnie that they're the same age so they can choose different dates orrrr be twins

- they choose twins cause it's really cool!!!! Plus they are least share everything - clothes, toys, books, food sometimes. They're basically already twins

- and Donnie had the perfect birthday idea, March 14

-you see, he had just gotten into math and thanks to his dad's NY library card he had a math fun facts book on loan. And March 14 happens to be a mathematical holiday- pi day!

-to convince Leo he lies and says it's Jupiter Jim's birthday even though Atomic Lass is his favorite character, so really he's being generous.

- and that's how they got their birthdays! Raph as August 23 (he just gives me summer b-day vibes), Mikey and Splints on November 5, and the twins on March 14!

-(yes Donnie remembers his lie. He's waiting for when Leo finally figures it out. It might take a while.)

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rise splinter #rise season 3 #i really want to see a lair games style episode where tgey go over this called Operation: Birthday about the twins birthday #someone please ask me if you see this to tell ke episode idea

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I was kinda hoping for a junior birthday edition of days, i loved junior in this series? I thought you were hinting twards it to. Did you have ideas or was it just a way to reasure bowser that luigi would be back?

So was I! I made a space for it in my drafts doc and everything, but I couldn't figure out enough of a plot to hang it together. It might've been because by that point I was starting to wind down my writing in Days with an aim to finish the series off, or it could have been because it would've required a fairly heavy narrative switch and I was already struggling with Bowser's pov for Day 16.

Or it could've been that I didn't want to have to figure out what a spoilt 8-year-old Koopa prince's birthday presents were going to be!

It's Junior's birthday, so it's going to be the most coolest awesomest day of the entire year! -the planned summary

Like King Boo, I left myself the option of writing Junior's birthday just in case. I've honestly found this to be pretty useful for constructing the series as a whole. Things happen that the narrative doesn't show (Luigi thinks about taking Junior Lava Bubble fishing one time, but we never see that), and allowing myself the freedom of not having to write it meant that I managed to finish more other parts than I ever thought I would when starting.

Still, I know roughly where the characters are at on Day 51 (aka Junior's birthday), so let's have a look at them, shall we?

Luigi extends his visit so he leaves the day after Junior's birthday. It's much easier for him to agree to stay longer than it is for him to commit to a longer stay before he arrives. He gets comfortable where he is. He spent the previous day making sure Junior knew he was going to leave after his birthday so that he wouldn't have to keep reminding Junior on his birthday and bring the mood down. Luigi likes a good party and he doesn't have to be the centre of attention, so he has a great time.

Bowser likes a party even more than Luigi and his son is growing up so well. He's way more tolerant of destructive antics than most parents too (he's got minions to deal with mess and rebuilding). He also starts to realise some of Luigi's problems when it comes to visiting; ie that he's very suggestible. It's not an entirely conscious observation, but he's less worried when Luigi leaves and spends more than a week away, despite saying that he was only going for a week. There's always going to be some lag. Email updates help (even if the first one is from a long-suffering Mario).

(If anyone other than me did the maths and figured out that Luigi wouldn't actually be at Bowser's castle for Day 69, assuming a consistent week-in-the-Mushroom-Kingdom/week-in-Bowser's-castle, this is why. It's always a bit more than a week-long visit).

And, of course, Junior. He's more resilient than Bowser in the being abandoned department, though he's still a bratty kid who's used to having his own way. He's very determined to show Luigi every single last one of his presents so Luigi will know what he's missing out on if he goes ahead with his stupid leaving plan. Similarly, the Koopalings also get the full range, but they have to leave in dribs and drabs over the next week too.

I guess part of why I couldn't figure out a plot was because Junior is going to be getting more and more intense and overexcited as his birthday party goes on and that would narrow the focus too much to be interesting.

(Maybe the lesson here is that putting it in Junior's pov was a bad call and I should've been trying to see Luigi's thoughts on the whole thing).

I don't know what Luigi would get Junior. He'd probably play it safe and do some art supplies (which are fine, but nothing super exciting and he gets a bit miffed when Junior moves on fairly quickly). He also delivers a letter from Peach (which Junior initially dismisses as boring), with an invitation to a brand new tournament she's organising (I'd have just picked a random sport that's not a main Mario tie-in game, or maybe one of the less represented sports like one of the Olympic ones). Luigi can't remember speaking with her about that, but he must've said enough for her to do this. Junior's quite excited over this - it's his own invitation, not just his dad's!

I also imagine that Mario sends something, maybe food? Possibly a bunch of hot sauce bottles from the various places he's helped out (they won't stop sending them and, while he likes spicy food, he can't eat this much!)? He puts the same amount of effort into it as he would a nephew. Luigi's also surprised at this and has to deal with the (actually super obvious in hindsight) realisation that he's sort of on his way to becoming Junior's step-dad, not just a regular old babysitter.

(Yeah, this would've been a challenge to properly depict in Junior's pov. Possibly an interesting one though.)

It was definitely set up more as potential day for writing, but it was useful to help reassure Bowser once I'd added it.

#bowuigi #days #this got long #ask

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#002 Mini Fic - Birthday Boy

summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday and you make him some super special cupcakes. words: 1100 tw: none? a/n: I’d give my left arm to get high with this man.

20. Even his age was attractive. He was almost two years older than you but that didn’t affect your friendship, in fact it was something you really liked about him. He was always very protective of you, presumably because of his age, and he was the first person you would turn to for guidance or advice; believe it or not he could actually be very intelligent when it came to the ways of the world. He taught you a lot, mostly bad things, but every now and again Eddie would give you the best life advice. Although, when it came to boys “Fuck them, you don’t need them” was often the response you would receive on that account.

Eddie never really made a big deal out of his birthday, he would often get a gift from his Uncle and the Hellfire club would always do something special but he wasn’t the type to go all out for his birthday. You couldn’t help yourself though. Birthdays were special and he deserved to be treated, you thought so anyway.

Your relationship with him was complicated. You were friends and you were good friends, but there were moments where it didn’t feel like a friendship. For example, you’d overheard Eddie once telling his friends he could never be interested in anyone else, he didn’t need anyone else when he had you. And of course, there was the night in his room when he kissed you after maybe a bit too much THC. But other than that it was platonic. Friendly. You wouldn’t swap it for the world. Well maybe, if it meant you could kiss him one more time.

You were always the type of person to go overboard when it came to presents. One gift was never enough, you had to do something special. It was for Eddie afterall. So far you had bought him a brand new bottle of his aftershave, possibly the coolest band tee you had ever seen, and you had even made him his own Hellfire themed rolling tray equipped with a matching ashtray, all embellished with the club’s name and logo. You wanted something extra though, something truly special. Edibles. You had never made edibles before but you knew how to make cupcakes, it was just an extra step right?

The most challenging aspect was actually getting your hands on some weed in the first place, making your dealer surprise edibles was a great idea until you realised you would need to buy from someone else. The act felt wrong in itself, you always bought from Eddie, well he gave you a lot for free but it still felt like cheating. You had to call in the favour of all favours, speaking to fellow Hellfire member Gareth, swearing him to secrecy but eventually you had your hands on just enough.

Eddie explained it to you, once. The process of making edibles. Dry the weed, melt the weed with the butter, and bake the cakes. Easy. Doing it at home was your first mistake, you had broken it up and wrapped it in tin foil, in the oven on low. You were not however prepared for the strongest smell to fill your kitchen. Windows open, doors open, the smell remained. You were just praying nobody came home for a while.

You went all out, red velvet cupcakes, with buttercream icing, and even some red sprinkles. Very fitting, very Eddie. A smile filled your face as you gazed at your creation. Perfect. Happy birthday, Eddie.

He didn’t show up for school on the day of his birthday, no surprise there. Jeff told you he was at home, he said something about Eddie wanting to celebrate in his own way. In bed with a spliff and his guitar no doubt. You ditched at lunch, it was his special day, you didn’t want to miss it. Plus, school was never the same without him, you were secretly grateful he hadn’t graduated last year.

Stood outside his door you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous? It’s just Eddie. The wait felt like forever for him to open the door.

“Oh hey y/n, fancy seeing you,” he winked, pulling the top he had just thrown on further down, your eyes working hard to not stare at the inch of midriff still on show.

“Happy Birthday, Rockstar” you laughed as he pulled you inside, slamming the door behind you. You glanced around his room, bedsheets a mess, a spliff half burning on the side and his guitar placed cautiously at the bottom of the bed. Called it.

“Looks like you’re having fun,” you laughed, turning to face him. God he was attractive. “This is for you.” You handed him the bag, tied with ribbon at the top. All black. Eddie placed his guitar back on the wall and sat himself down on the bed as you sat opposite.

“Y/n, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he paused as he untied the ribbon and peered into the bag. “Holy shit!”

He loved the top, and the aftershave, but he adored the rolling tray. He kept asking questions: did you make it? How long did it take? Has anyone else seen it? So much so he almost missed the box at the bottom.

“Cupcakes?” he asked,

“Special ones” you replied, smiling widely.

“Special ones” he repeated, looking into the box. As he lifted the lid he could smell just why they were so special.

“How did you-?” He stopped himself, “Babe, thank you.” He reached across the bed and wrapped his arm around you, kissing you softly on the cheek. “Are they strong?” he asked, looking back at the cupcakes with a smile.

“I have no idea,” you smiled back, “I used quite a lot of weed, so maybe?” Eddie reached into the box and picked out a cupcake, splitting it in two with his fingers. He handed you half, looking at you with a smile.

“I didn’t know I had my own personal chef,” he teased.

Half an hour was all it took, thirty minutes had passed and both yourself and Eddie were melted into the bed, watching something on the television, you had been staring at it for five minutes yet you still weren’t sure what you were watching. They were strong. Very strong. It felt almost as if you were floating, something you very rarely experienced from a high. The feeling of a hand intertwining with yours brought you back from your thoughts. Eddie’s rings were cold, but his hands were warm, and soft, and his thumb stroked yours incredibly gently. Do friends hold hands? You weren’t sure, you enjoyed it however, wondering if Eddie did also. He must, he instigated it.

His voice broke your eyes away from his fingers, “I’m so lucky.” Turning to face him a smile spread across your face. His hair messy and untamed, his eyes a hazy red, his dirty hellfire tee creeping back up his stomach, you were the lucky one. You wished you could stay in this moment forever, fingers intertwined, mind tingling, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic

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Nova surprise to older brother

Outside at the canterlot royal gardens, Princess Celestia and Luna are having some tea time with Thomas the and his daughter Dashie writer, Dashie and Luna were both having a conversation while eating cake at the same time, but as for Thomas and Prince, they were having eye contact with each other, but haven’t said a word for some time now. Thomas was looking his tea and try to come up an ideal conversation with Celestia, without making a fool of himself, but before he could had say anything, one of Celestia royal servant stop by and brought an important message to her.

Servant: greeting your majesty, I’m sorry to interpret your tea party, but you have a very important letter that you need to read at once.

Princess Celestia: where the letter came from?

Servant: it came from the canterlot embassy, there some issue going on and they need both the two princess sisters assistant.

Princess Luna: *she swallow a big piece of cake* what kind of problem that need the both of us, can’t they solve it on their own.

Princess Celestia: I’m afraid not Luna, said here that a few visitors from a far away land are having some argument with the members of the embassy, if we don’t go and solve this.

Princess Luna: I know, I know, there be an all out conflict. For once can we have a nice tea party, without any problems.

Princess Celestia: I’m sorry about this Tommy wommy, I wanted this little party just the four of us.

Thomas the writer: it’s no problem Tia, it was nice while it lasted.

Dashie writer: hey Dad, why not let Celestia make a birthday party for you also.

Princess Celestia: your birthday?

Thomas the writer: yeah, today is actually my birthday. I wasn’t going to say nothing about it, but Dashie did for me anyway

Princess Celestia: oh dear, I didn’t know it was your birthday Thomas, you should have told me

Thomas the writer: I know Tia, but we both know where busy all the time and a birthday party isn't a big of deal

Princess Celestia: nonsense Tommy wommy, once I’m done with this little problem at the embassy, we will have a party for your birthday.

Thomas the writer: are you sure about that, we could just have something simple at least

Princess Celestia: nothing simple for my beloved husband, now excuse us, Luna and I are running late and we need to get going.

Princess Luna: I prefer we stay, but duty calls.

So Princess Celestia and Luna both left the garden and head for the embassy, Thomas place his head on the table and sigh a little, Dashie notice that her dad feeling sad and she does her best to speak to him.

Dashie writer: is everything alright dad?

Thomas the writer: everything is fine Dashie, wish you didn’t told her that it was my birthday

Dashie writer: come on dad, I wanted to let everyone know that today is my coolest dad birthday and I’m happy to celebrate it with you.

Thomas the writer: thanks Dashie, but I kinda was hoping just a simple birthday, nothing big or fancy, just a simple birthday with the ponies I care about.

Dashie writer: I understand Dad, I kinda forget you like things simple nothing crazy, but you of all ponies that done so much, deserve something big on your day and you know what, I going out and get a cool gift for you dad.

Thomas the writer: but what about helping me at the book shop today?

Dashie writer: sorry dad, I’m going to be a little busy, I got to deal with my two young sisters from doing something silly again. But I will stop by a little later.

Just when he try to call her back, Dashie was already gone and he was by himself. Thomas look at his cup of tea and take a few sip of it, once he done with his tea, he plan to head out to the canterlot square and work at the book shop. Just before he took another step, he felt a present that someone was standing nearby. He take a look around to see who was there, but didn't see anything at all. He sigh to himself thinking it was nothing at all, and head on his way. Once he was gone, a pony appear out of nowhere that happen to be his little sister Nova. She saw her brother walking of, which part of her wish she could had say something to him. However: part of her felt nervous of wanting to say anything to him, since their past situation hadn't been good. But she know that he care for her no matter what. Nova pull a letter she had by her side and place it on the table. It was a birthday letter she made for him, hopping he will read it one day. Nova knew she can't stick around much longer and have to get going. She use her magic to vanish, which one day they will speak again.

The End.

Thomas the writer: hey everyone hope you all doing well. So this story was written about 5 or 6 years but never had the chance to post. Since today is my birthday so I figure to finish the ending part and post what I got here. Hope you all well and wish you all the best.

#ask uncle #Short Writing #MLP OCs #MLP

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Ironman 2 rewatch time:

- I usually skip this one on rewatches so like. I barely remember the plot.

- oooooh this is the one with the lightning guy (not Thor)

- oh so his dad worked on the reactor with Howard? Sick

- wait is this the one with Justin hammer?

- 'Please, it's not about me' if it were anyone else the ego would be annoying. However, it's not.

- oh I've just remembered this is the one with Natasha

- 'Let the record show I observed Mr hammer entering the chamber, and am wondering if and when any actual expert will be in attendance' Brutal.

- 'God bless Ironman god bless america' He's so lame.

- 'Rhodey? What?' oof.

- 'You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context doesn't reflect the summary-' love this guy.

- ah this scene has it all. Justin being incompetent. Tony trolling everyone else and hacking the screens. Rhodey pretending to be annoyed but finding it endearing. Tony swinging people to his side and making Justin look bad at the same time. Efficiency.

- 'You want my property? You can't have it. But I did you a big favour! I have successfully privatised world peace.'

'fuck you Mr stark'

- 'I'm trying to make you CEO. Why won't you let me?' maybe because you're incapable of clearly communicating idk

- 'Its you. It's always been you' Im totally normal about these two I swear

- NATASHA

- oh god Elon musk is in this movie

- 'What is the difference between hold and cancelled?' Yes, what is?' these two are too powerful of a combination I fear

- 'I was hoping the present something at your expo.' 'Well, if you invent something that works I'll make sure to get you a spot.' tony please he's already dead

- 'I love tony stark, I mean, we're not competitors' Justin! I have good news! You're actually right about that one.

It's just. Not for the reason you think.

- The iron man suitcase is still the coolest version actually

- Here comes Pepper and happy driving recklessly towards a guy with lightning whips. I fucking love them

- 'Were you headed for me or him?' 'I was trying to scare him-' 'Because I can't tell!'

- 'Are you put of your mind?!!!! Get in the car!'

- These three are an underrated trio honestly

- SUITCASE SUIT. SUITCASE SUIT.

- Not to beat a dead horse but it all mechanically clicking into place is so much cooler than nanotech.

- Guy got hit with a car at speed. Was fine. Got hit with a car several more times. Was fine. Tony flings him to the floor. Coughs up blood. ???

- 'All I have to do is sit here and watch, and the world will consume you.' damn that goes hard

- 'Not everybody runs on batteries, Tony' pepper that's so deep. How long have you been waiting to use it?

- oh Justin this is so fucking pretentious. Even for you.

- 'I think, if I may' Justin say that one single more time and see what happens

- 'I don't know if you've been understanding everything I'm saying?' can you fucking imagine if he didn't after that whole monologue lmao

- 'You don't gotta do this alone-' 'I wish I could believe that' that hurt

- 'Thats where the pilot goes. Having a tough time finding volunteers' yeah I wonder why justin

- "Hypothetically, if this were your last birthday, how would you celebrate it?" Tony you are not subtle

- can't help but empathise with rhodey in this film. When the American government wants something you do not want to be the person refusing them. Tony can step away. Rhodey kind of can't.

- 'This is ridiculous, I just stuck my neck out for this guy!' 'I know, I know, I'll handle it, just let me handle it.' 'Handle it. Or I'm gonna have to.' We don't see these two interact much huh.

- 'Im only gonna say this once. Get out' Damn, rhodey snapped

- 'Dont miss Potts me, I'm onto you!' well yes, but actually no

- 'You wanna be the war machine? Take the shot' the fact that rhodey actually does go by war machine. Somehow I think the writer of this line was not responsible for that decision

- The complete absence of dialogue when rhodey flies away with the suit. That's so effective

#ironman 2 #mcu #rewatching

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cybercookiepainteralmond · 7 months

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CHAPTER 1 meet Harry O'shaughnessy

Harry O'shaughnessy was exhausted, he woke up on the couch of his family's apartment in a bit of a daze. The previous night was exhausting and he is a little out of sorts upon waking up. He smells good and sighs upon seeing his pajamas were destroyed in the night. Once he changes into a pair of jeans, a black metal band tee shirt and a leather jacket with a pan pride pin on the lapel, Harry is a skinny kid, not unhealthy so but still, he has a pair of round glasses on his face in front of his emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his head, his unruly mess of black hair is styled into a side shave with the tips dyed a golden yellow he heads over to the kitchen and sees his dad, Jawbone O'shaughnessy a werewolf in his hybrid form with lightish brown fur, wearing khakis and a metal tee, making oatmeal, his cousin Tracker, a lightish brown skinned girl with deep brown hair in an undercut, wearing a sleeveless wolf themed top and jean shorts sitting and giving him a smirk as she says

"Happy birthday little man!"

And giving him a hug, harry fakes embarrassment as he says

"Tracker, don't get hair on my jacket!"

All while Jawbone chuckles, handing out bowls.

"Now you don't get to complain about that Harry, you shed more than her" he says before saying "And for the birthday boy I've got this" and pulls a cake out of the fridge with the text TO THE COOLEST ROGUE THERE'LL EVER BE "You won't believe how far up the chain I had to suck off to get that done"

"DAD!"

"JAWBONE!"

the two teens blush with embarrassment as harry says "Can we please not have the stories this early in the morning?" As he clutches his head from the monthly migraine and Jawbone says "No problem kid, figured I should tell ya, you got into Augefort, that's part'a why I splurged on the cake" as he wipes a tear from his eye while Tracker smiles and says "That's right, my cousin is gonna be an adventurer!" While shaking Harry with a lot of enthusiasm and cheer, a feeling Harry can't help but share as he breaks out into a huge grin, eager to tell his friends as he quickly runs to his room to grab his crystal and text his friends, coming back and saying "Ragh is on his way over right now to celebrate!" While shaking with excitement and accidentally setting himself up for Tracker to say "You sound REALLY happy about that?" Causing Harry to blush and say "S-Shut up, at least I don't tie myself to a wall every month!" As a knock is heard at the door, Harry rushes over to answer and it's a huge half orc wearing a black shirt and jeans, carrying a present with him saying "Happy Birthday bro!" Harry smiles and says "RAGH!" and wraps him in a hug saying "When school starts, you and I are joining the blood rush team." And Ragh instantly nods saying "Hell yeah dude, I already ordered the jackets! Go Owlbears!" And he and Harry both in perfect sync shout "HOOT GROWL!". As the friends celebrate and party the hours away with the O'shaughnessy family, a brief moment of time passes that would make all the difference, a letter sent, a choice made. Who could have predicted this, if not for an Oracle not yet discovered.

In the minutes after the party harry is walking down the hall to talk to a Ms Sklonda Gukgak, when he arrives at the apartment the door is opened by a goblin woman who says "Harry, I'm sorry we couldn't make it by, Riz got himself hurt when spying on the neighbors and I had to get him to the hospital" Harry smiles and says "It's not a problem MS Gukgak, actually I was wanting to tell you something really quick, see I got into Augefort, so I'm probably gonna be breaking a lotta laws as part of class projects and homework" to which Sklonda gives an exasperated sigh before saying "At least it's school related, thanks for the heads up kid." Harry quickly calls to Riz through the apartment saying "Hey man, heard you got into some trouble without me?" And starts trading pointed but lighthearted barbs to keep up with his friend. Afterwards he puts on his headphones listens to the song "broken things" on his crystal while he walks down to the convenience store to pick up some milk that isn't expired, pickpocketing a guy's coin purse to get the gold to pay for it with barely a faint feeling from the person he just stole from.

At the convenience store he uses mage hand to successfully grab the milk from the back of the fridge without issues as he checks the time to see when his support group meets. After paying for the milk with his stolen gold he returns home, puts it up and listens to rock music at the bus stop to try and ignore the anxiousness building inside him, he meets with this group every week, he knows how things go and he understands why he needs it. He messes around with the bracelet his cousin had gotten him for his birthday the year she had found her faith with Galiciaea, the moon goddess, it was a deep blue braided material clasped with a silver crescent moon, Harry understands the sentiment but he can't truly appreciate it, not really.

Once the bus arrives Harry steps on and texts Tracker and his dad [Off to my support group, should be home by 6:00] to which he gets the expect response of [Good luck] from his dad and a smile emoji from Tracker, he absent mindedly watches the buildings pass by as he arrives at the future sight of his education, the Augefort adventuring academy. He steps through the familiar halls and enters the gym to find a group of people all together, he sits down and the organizer of the group, a kindly but haggard looking man in equally haggard looking clothes with claw marks on his face says "Alright, I'm sure there's some stories to tell about how we've been doing so we'll start with the sharing, Harry would you like to go first?" To which Harry sighs and says sadly"My name is Harry O'shaughnessy, and I have Lycanthropy "

Chapter 2 link

#werewolf harry potter #jawbone o'shaughnessey #tracker o'shaughnessey #ragh barkrock #riz gukgak #sklonda gukgak #remus lupin

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Another year, and yet one more day that the Dreemurrs are happy to have Lo in their lives. There’s no way she’s getting out of this birthday without a gift to remind her how lucky they all are to have her.

So, the week before, Toriel let her know that she didn’t have to babysit tonight, but that they still wanted her to come over for dinner, if she was able. Now that the evening is here, it looks like the kids can barely contain their excitement. All of them finished their vegetables simply so the meal would end as soon as possible… including Flowey, who actually probably fed his vegetables to the Roomba. At least they’re off his plate and that’s what matters, though.

At last, Asgore gives Chara (who is practically bursting at the seams by now, unable to sit still which is very uncharacteristic of them) a nudge and tells them to, “Go ahead, champ, go get it.” The child is out of the room like a rocket, and back in record time. When they return, they’re carrying a box that, while comparatively thin, is almost as tall as they are. That said, they don’t appear to be struggling.

With a smile that looks much more genuine than their normal defense mechanism, Chara places the box down in front of Lo. They’re beaming, and both Asriel and Frisk are clambering over each other shouting for Lo to open it. Even Kris, usually stoic, is sitting on the sofa, smiling into their wineglass as if they think that will keep anyone from noticing that they’re excited to see their friend’s reaction to her present.

When the wrapping paper is torn away and the box opened, it becomes pretty clear that while everyone must have contributed, the idea for the gift obviously came from Chara. It’s a picture set in a glittering silver frame, large enough to be displayed proudly on a wall… a detailed rendering of a star map.

At the top, in the black space unoccupied by stars, all the family’s signatures have been carefully penned. But at the bottom, there is printed a date, a summer night several years ago, and beneath that, in beautiful calligraphy:

‘twinkle, twinkle, little star do you know how loved you are?’

All the other siblings are bouncing and squealing among themselves, while Kris and Chara remain composed as ever. Kris reaches over to tap the back of the frame with their knee. “Cool, huh? We thought it was on brand for your aesthetic.” A sip from their glass, then, as if they’ve ‘forgotten’ something, they poke their oldest sibling in the back. “Oh, yeah. Tell her the coolest part, Chara.”

“Ah! Yes, I was getting to it.” The ten-year-old’s reaction is evidently part of something they’ve planned, looking too annoyed at their sibling for it to be anything sincere. Still, they squeeze themself up between Lo and the picture, their little hand reaching to trace some of the stars. (Without touching the glass and leaving fingerprints, of course.)

“This is… a map of the stars on this date.” They gesture to the date printed at the bottom of the picture. “Do you recognize it? It is the day you started coming over to watch us. This is the day you came into our lives.”

Toriel chuckles, walking over to put a hand on Lo’s shoulder. “Our world got a little brighter that day, and every day since. But we do think that sometimes, you do not quite know how much you have changed our lives for the better.”

“Golly, maybe we should say it more often,” Asgore laughs, “but things wouldn’t be nearly as wonderful around here without you.”

“We love you,” Chara murmurs, turning away from the picture so they can circle their arms tightly around Lo’s waist. “We thought you deserved to know how breathtaking the stars were on the most important day in our lives… even if we did not know it was back then.”

In an instant, Frisk and Asriel run over to each join the hug pile, with Frisk’s arms joining Chara’s around Lo’s waist and Asriel wrapping his arms gently around her neck. “You’re the best, Lo!!”

With that, Flowey enters the fray, and his vines start to wind around Lo’s leg like clinging ivy. “Yeah, so you better not go anywhere anytime soon!”

“Pfff.” Kris lifts their glass again, and this time, they don’t bother trying to hide their smile. “Nobody else has a drink, but screw it. Cheers; to Lo.”

“To Lo!” comes the chorus from the rest of the family in perfect harmony.

And… that settles that, really. All that’s left is the cake in the kitchen waiting to be cut, but… this hug might be going on for a few minutes.

It's...

Oh, god.

The whole night has been so wonderful. It's been nice to just be; even though she truly loves babysitting for the Dreemurrs, it's a nice change to be a guest instead of the host, a participant instead of the facilitator of the evening. Seeing everyone at ease, having fun, getting along (even Asgore and Toriel!), it would have been enough for her.

But now...

Now, looking at this, something in the air has changed. It's... the thought of this, the little (goofy but sweet) rhyme, the precision of the star map that could only be Chara's idea...

She hears their words, everyone's. But what she hears is not what registers in her head. Her ears hear praise, and kindness, and affection...

And what she understands, maybe for the first time in a while, is we love you. You are loved.

You are enough.

She feels Chara's hands at her waist, and she... sort of sinks. She pulls them, the child she loves as her own, into her arms, matching their embrace. She feels the rest of them pile on, and the cheers, and she finally finds her words.

"It's perfect," she whispers, holding onto them all a little tighter, "it's all perfect. I... I love you all so much. Thank you."

The shoulder of Chara's sweater is going to get wet in a moment, once that tear falls from her cheek. She hopes they don't mind.

#Bellum.#variantia

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