I like the thought of Verosika/Barbie where they meet in rehab and they're both just... assholes. Trying to detox sucks. Barbie reminds Verosika too much of Blitzo, and Verosika is just a rich, privileged, self-obsessed dick to Barbie. At first, they prickle at each other.

Barbie chased fame and it tore her to shreds, lost her her brother and her dignity as she fell into addiction while clawing to keep on top even as she sank under. Verosika has everything she wants, is looked up to, has a Crystal from Ozzie himself.

On Verosika's side, Barbie is a bitter, washed-up too-crass imp that spits swears like they're air, always sneaking in hits from somewhere and draped over the back of the center's couch like she's a cat on a windowsill, burnt by the world and hissing if anyone gets too close.

There are flashes of the entertainer she used to be buried underneath, though- she whips out jokes easily as breathing when there's the chance. She's whip-smart and agile as anything when soberish, seen on ledges more than the floor. When she gets attention, she positively glows.

Barbie wants the high of fame back, the chance to be something, be someone, and Verosika walks around with an air of being someone better than anyone else, and Barbie believes it. She blew her shot, and she blames the world the way her brother blames himself.

One day, she realizes nobody visits Verosika either. She only leaves when she's hired for a gig, which is still better than what Barbie gets, but she doesn't talk about missing anyone like some of the others do. (Many don't, it can be a weakness to tear at, but there are tells.)

(She was hired 'to lead their team' for Spring Broken, remember- those aren't her friends, her group. She might have known them, but they're not 'hers'. She's seemingly usually a solo act.)

Then, Barbie notices the tattoo. They'd never been in quite the right angle or this close before, and she knows exactly what that means. She doesn't know how to feel, but goes up to Verosika and says 'So, my dipshit brother broke your heart, huh?'

Verosika starts, staring down at her until Barbie hops up on the table and takes a swig of water like she wishes it was something harder. "Blitzo. He's my brother. He fucked off years ago. I'd apologize but I don't know what he did or if you deserved it."

There's a lot in those words, and Verosika's lips tighten. "He fucked off with my wallet and car, drained the cards on horse-riding lessons." Barbie wheezes with laughter at that, and it sounds so much like Blitzo that Verosika can't tell if she wants to smack her or kiss her.

"You know, all this time I've been picturing what I'd do once I got out of here, and taking you down a peg for being such a stuck-up bitch was on that list, but it sounds like he already did it for me." She has a lopsided grin, so very punchable.

Then it softens a little, and the growl in Verosika's throat dies. "Musta really fucked you up, huh? Everybody knows I haven't got jack or shit left at this point, but you had to like him enough to get his stupid name plastered right on your arm before he ripped you off."

Verosika considers for a moment, before giving a slight nod. "Yeah. He was an asshole. I thought we had something, but..." "He runs when things get hard. Fucking pussy." Barbie examines her claws, born with black polish. "Guess if he already fucked you up I don't have to."

"Oh, you're a doll," Verosika said sarcastically. "Because I have so much to fear from a washup nobody ever gave more than a half-hour's worth of a shit about." Barbie's fingers curl into a fist. She glares, and what Verosika sees in her eyes isn't as satisfying as she expected.

After that, it comes in bits and pieces. Slowly, Barbie sees that Verosika is still shuffled around like a talented pet and shoved back in order to keep her just sober enough to be useful. Slowly, Verosika sees Barbie as someone else who was hurt but never gets a second chance.

(The first time they kiss, it tastes of booze smuggled in through Verosika's chest and Barbie's boot, a little sweaty but a solace from the world that saw them both as tools, one still useful and one tossed away to rust.)

Yes Sir, I Can Boogie (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader -ONESHOT)

Warnings: harassment at a party, alcohol, curse words, grammar mistakes probably.

Summary: Y/N gets drunk at a party and the high school freak seems the only one who can help her.

Notes: A silly short idea I had, it’s all fluff. I’m trying not to fall into the angst hole ‘cause it’s so easy to and Eddie deserved the world.

Y/N woke up with a throbbing headache.

She groaned in pain and rubbed her forehead.

After getting used to the horrible feeling she opened her eyes and frowned in confusion. That wasn't the ceiling of her home. Her bedroom had a window and it definitely didn't have an Ozzy Osbourn poster and an electric guitar, let alone a mattress on the floor.

Where was she? What had happened last night?

She tried to get up -ignoring the dizziness and the nausea growing in her throat, and clumsily walked out of the room.

It smelt like coffee and cigarettes and it made a knot in her stomach. 

In the next room stood no other than Eddie 'The Freak' Munson pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, sweetheart" he grinned. "Well, actually is like 1 PM but you know, I'm not judging anyone here."

Y/N froze like a deer in headlights.

How on earth did she landed on Munson's mattress? How did she manage to sleep until the afternoon? Wasn't she just at Steve Harrington's party? Most importantly, where the hell was Nancy?

"You okay?" The metalhead asked noticing her confusion.

"What am I doing here?"

"Huh?" The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

She put a hand on her mouth as an unexpected thought crossed her mind.

"Oh my God, did we...?"

"Wha-- oh, no!" he quickly left his cup on the table. 

"No, no, no. I'm not a freak really, it's just a name that got stuck---"

"Then what am I doing here?" she asked more firmly.

"You don't remember?" he said almost disappointed. "Let me tell you..."

_____________

"It's not to late to go back." Y/N suggested on the passenger seat, once the car stopped.

"Oh, come on!" dismissed Nancy putting the car keys on her purse. "Don't be like that, we're gonna have a nice time.”

"You are gonna have a nice time, you mean. I'll be just wandering about while you and Steve do whatever you do when you're together."

"Stop!" the eldest Wheeler softly slapped her arm.

"Why did you want me to come, anyways? I don't know anyone in here."

"Well, that's the point of a party, right? You get out of your confort zone, you meet people. It won't do you any harm."

"Whatever." 

They both got out of the car and walked to Steve Harrington's house. The breeze hit her face making suddenly aware of where she was going.

Why was she nervous?

Nancy rang the bell and moments later the door opened, revealing an already stressed Steve.

"Hey! Nance, Y/N. You're here. Great. Just --come on, make yourself at home." Y/N looked at her friend and raised her eyebrows.

"Is everything alright?" Nancy asked her boyfriend.

"Oh no -yeah, definitely." he tried to smile with no avail. "Tommy just happened to tell me a minute ago that he invited Hargrove, I'm just trying to no lose my shit, you know."

"Or you can just not let him in." Y/N shrugged.

"Yeah, no thanks. I prefer not getting into a fight tomorrow at practice, not that I wouldn't win." he said looking at his girlfriend with a charming smile. "Would you help me with these beers, Nance?"

"Sure."

And that was it. Y/N knew just as she saw her friend walking away from her sight with her boyfriend, that she wouldn't see them around anytime soon.

She sighed and approached the kitchen counter.

Hawkins didn't exactly have mansions, but Steve lived in one of the most expensive houses of the town. It had very tall ceilings and weird paintings on the walls. 

The girl didn't know if she felt like meeting people in a place where she wasn't feeling confortable. Maybe she needed a drink.

She opened up the freeze and to her big disappointment, it was full of beer, so she turned around hopelessly thinking that she would have to spend the night sober. 

To her surprise, she spotted a bottle of vodka on the side of the kitchen counter.

She sighed and looked around for the owner, but it was only her and the bottle in the room.

It was better than nothing.

_____________

The whole room was spinning around but that wasn't a problem. For Y/N L/N it meant she was on top of the world.

She passed through people; they were all familiar faces from school. She knew Steve was popular but she never thought he might actually know the whole school.

How many people there were?

She scoffed. 

Doing maths was hard enough when sober. 

The girl took another sip from the bottle and went right to a group of people who were dancing. Her whole body felt heavy and clumsy but she moved it from side to side and closed her eyes, concentrating on the song.

What was it called? 

"I love this song." a voice said next to her.

She opened her eyes uncomfortably at the bright lights.

"Huh?" she mumbled confused, why was Jason Carver speaking to her?

"I love this song" he repeated in her ear. "I think you just made it better."

"How?" she raised her eyebrows.

"You're a great dancer, Y/N." She took a step back studying the boy.

The girl could see his friends in the back, looking at them -but she didn't understand why. She just had a bad feeling in her stomach, could she be about to vomit?

"How do you know my name?" Jason rolled his eyes.

"It's not that big of a school, and it's hard not to notice you. Look, you wanna take this somewhere else? Like somewhere more private?"

"No, thank you." She took another sip and kept on dancing but Jason grabbed her wrist.

"Come on, it's gonna be fun. Just you and me, I'll be a gentleman, I promise."

"I really should stay here waiting for Nancy--"

"She's probably busy with Harrington" his grip got more firmly making her suddenly aware of her surroundings.

"N-no, I don't want to."

"You're playing way too hard to get, babe."

"She said no, Carver." Y/N started to shake when she realized she was between two men and one of them didn't feel like letting her go.

Where was Nancy? Why did everyone keep on dancing?

She could feel her heart beat in her ears as the walls started closing in.

"Get out, freak." Jason said between his teeth.

"I don't think so, babe." Eddie Munson mocked him, making the blonde boy let go of Y/N's hand.

"You've just pissed me off, I'll beat your ass--"

"Nah, man. Harrington's gonna be the pissed one if you lay a hand on his dealer at his own party. Now, this is what will happen, you'll stop being a pervert and you won't see Y/N for the rest of the night, alright?" 

Eddie Munson grabbed the girl's hand and stormed to the second floor.

Going up the stairs was a terrible idea when everything was spinning around but at the speed that they were going and in which Y/N's heart was beating, she couldn't do much but put her weight into the boy's hand.

He quickly opened a door and they got in. Y/N groaned at the bathroom light. "You okay?" he asked expectantly.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just dancing...  give me a minute." she sat down on the closed toilet. "Right... sorry.""

Did he hurt you or something?" The boy studied her body anxiously.

"Or something... he was being dense, but's alright... I'm fine -yeah, totally. You, Eddie Munson, are my hero."

The girl tried to bow in gratitude but she suddenly stopped at the dizziness.

"Did you come here on your own?" Eddie laid against the bathroom sink.

"Why?-- Oh my god, I'm-- you're a freak too!"

"W-what? No!" he shook his head desperately. "Well, yeah I am, I guess -but not in that sense, I promise. I won't do anything."

Y/N stood there contemplating him. He looked nice, or maybe her standards suddenly dropped to hell by the uncomfortable moment she had just lived with Jason downstairs. Or maybe it was the alcohol inducing in her this euphoric feeling that this was her last day on earth.

"Nah, we've definitely been missing on you."

"What?"

"I said --shit." she giggled and tried to take another sip of the bottle that she was still holding but the boy grabbed it out of her hand in time.

"Yeah -no, I don't think that's a good idea." Y/N scoffed.

"Why not? Nancy was the one that drove us and she's probably spending the night here... so, I guess I'll walk home so gimme the bottle."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Don't you feel like throwing up?" Eddie sighed.

"Nope." Y/N shook her head and didn't have the time to realize her terrible mistake before everything turned black.

"Hey, hey, hey" she could hear Eddie's voice.

"Hmm..."The girl opened her eyes to find herself on the bathroom floor with her back against the bathtub and the boy's worried face inches away from hers as he shook her.

"Come on, sweetheart, wake up."

"...'m here." Eddie let a relieved sigh and sat down next to her.

"Goddamn, Y/N. You scared the shit out of me."

"What are you talking about? You're the creepy one, with you know... the tattoos and yeah..."

"Does that bother you?"

"You've got no idea, Munson." She grinned. Next to her, Eddie covered his face with a strand of his hair and kept quiet. "Oh my God, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to--"

"No, no. It's fine. It's just that you shouldn't do that --you're drunk and you don't probably mean it --which is fine! Totally fine--"

"Well, I'll say it tomorrow." she stared at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Don't say it if you don't mean it, L/N." he warned her. "You don't own me anything."

"I'm drunk I'm not blind and I think you're pretty handsome."

"Y/N, stop it's not fair."

"What’s not fair?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you ever since the beginning of the year and I didn't because I thought it'd creep you out and now... ugh-- forget it." 

Y/N blinked, feeling the awareness slowly returning to her body.

She frowned. Right, they shared Maths. She remembered seeing his curly mullet in the back of the classroom but she never thought he would be into making friends, besides his club. All he would do was sleep and look through the window.

"Why would I be scared?" Eddie looked at her and scoffed.

"People literally think I'm a cult leader or some shit."

"Don't you play D&D with Mike?"

"I'm sorry, you know about D&D?"

“Sure, I mean --no, not really. But whenever we had a sleepover at Nancy's, Mike was always playing it with his friends."

"So wait, just to check in, you are not scared."

"Nope."

"And how many fingers do I have?" He showed her his hand.

"I'd assume twenty with your toes but I'm not sure."

"Yeah, you're better I guess."

They stood in silence.

Eddie felt uncomfortable in his clothes. He wondered if the sun was already out.

"Yes Sir, I Can Boogie!" Y/N suddenly yelled.

"Excuse me?" Eddie put a hand on his chest.

"That's the name of the song I was dancing to, I couldn't remember it. Ugh... such a banger."

"For fuck's sake, you keep scaring me. I thought you were all shy like Wheeler or something.”

She felt her heart drop and tried to hide her face between her knees.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"N-no, no. It's not like --it's not a bad thing"

"Thanks, I guess." The girl looked at him surprised.

"Y-yeah..."

She started fidgeting with her fingers and finally sighed.

"I guess I should be going, I bet it's pretty late."

"You're not walking home on your own at these hours, right?"

"Well yeah, don't worry I'm not that drunk anymore."

"Do you live nearby?"

"Not really, but I was planning on crashing at Nancy's. I can't be seen in this state at home."

"But Wheeler's probably asleep in the other room." Eddie frowned wondering if she was really as sober as she seemed.

"Yeah, but Mike's probably awake, or Dustin or Will. Lucas is probably asleep already."

He looked at her half worried, half amazed that she would even think of walking who-knows-how-many miles in that state.

"Why don't you crash at my place?" he asked as if it were the most obvious solution. Y/N's felt her face burn. "W-wait, not like that. I- I won't do anything I promise." 

"I -I know." she stuttered. "Where do you live?"

"At the trailer's park."

"Fine." She said as she clumsily stood up, a move that woke up the dizziness within her. "Shit, I'm drunk."

"You need help?" the boy also stood up.

"Nah I-- damn, that's me?" She looked in the mirror and noticed her smudged make-up "And you wanted to talk to me since the beginning of the year?"

"Yeah, now come on." Eddie softly pushed her out of the bathroom before she could see the embarrassment on his face.

_____________

"Oh, I remember all of that. I just don't remember... what happened later." Y/N said while looking at her cup of coffee in her hands.

Eddie's trailer looked disorganized. She didn't know why there was so many bottles in the corner of the room but she thought the dark place was the most appropriate one to have the hangover she was experiencing at the moment.

"Yeah, well..." Eddie grinned awkwardly. "I put on the radio and you passed out."

"Oh no" Y/N groaned hiding her face in her arms in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, it was funny." He took a last sip from his cup. "I've never thought Motorhead wrote lullabies."

"Wait, does that mean you had to carry me all the way 'til here?"

Y/N wanted the earth to swallow her, she wanted to pull all her hair out, to scream, anything but having to deal with the consequences of last night.

She met a cute boy from her class and his first impression was him having to carry her drunken body to his house. 

That was why she couldn't have nice things.

Eddie raised his eyebrows. He could see the five stages of grief go through her face and it made him laugh out loud. 

"I had a great time last night." was something Y/N never thought would hear.

"What are you talking about?" She desperately said. "Oh my God, I’ve probably made a fool out of myself!"

"Yeah, by talking to me."

The girl stared at him confused.

For being so extroverted, Eddie Munson seemed to look ashamed of himself. Maybe that was what happened when everyone in town would create a narrative of who you were supposed to be.

Y/N knew he wasn't the creepy one last night.

"I've never thought you would care about what people said." Eddie scoffed.

"I don't. Why would I care about what perverts like Carver said? You shouldn't either but it doesn't change how people perceive me, I guess."

"I really don't care." Y/N watched the sunlight entering through the small window. "I just wish I'd have met you sober."

"Well, that can be arranged, sweetheart." The boy grinned.

"Huh?"

"I mean... we could go out, you know-- a non-alcoholic night out. You can introduce yourself, tell me what you do and all that stuff."

Y/N almost spat out the coffee in her mouth. She felt like laughing, not in a mocking way.

Maybe it was the caffeine but she felt like jumping all around.

She cleared her voice. She didn't need to embarrass herself even more in front of him.

"I -you are... I mean -are you asking me out, Munson?"

That went terribly.

Y/N stood up quickly and left the mug behind. She felt way too big and clumsy, her hands were sweaty and she didn't know where to hide them. She gave the boy her back, fearing her face would have gone completely red.

Now she was standing in the middle of the room and leaving wasn't an option when the sun was so high up in the sky and she would have to walk who-knows-how-many miles, and yet -sitting down again wouldn't make any sense either.

"Wait!" Eddie also stood up, the chair making a horrible noise against the floor. "I didn't mean --it's okay if you don't want to, you know."

Y/N turned around. Her face wasn't red but she looked quite conflicted.

"No! I mean I want to-- It's just that nobody-- I've never --I'm so hungover, this is not how I've planned it!"

Eddie slowly approached her and stared at her. She was sure she could see her desperate face in the reflection of his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, mocking her.

"You want me to try again tomorrow or...?"

"I'm free tonight" she mumbled.

Eddie grinned and gently caressed her left cheek with his calloused fingers.

"Would it spoil your plans if I kissed you right now?" 

Y/N thought she would burn into flames if she dared to speak so she shook her head.

Eddie's lips were soft against hers. He tasted like coffee and she knew she tasted like that as well.

The girl began trembling, she didn't know what she was doing but she held onto the metalhead's shirt for dear life. His fingers slowly caressed her back making her moan at the new feeling but he got apart not before planting a soft kiss where her jaw ended and her neck began.

"So tonight, huh?" he whispered with a raspy voice.

"F-forget about tonight, kiss me again."

46 | SOS

Series: Trouble In Hawkins (Steve Harrington x Henderson! Eddie Munson x Henderson!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language

Previous

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously." Robin asks. "As far as I understand it, yeah." Nancy tells her. "So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate." Robin suggests. "I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure." Steve tells her. "We don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. Nancy has guns in her bedroom. Right? You still have them?" Skylar points at her.

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie looks at her as he gets off the rock standing next to Skylar. "Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin smiles. "A Russian Makarov and a revolver." Nancy tells Eddie. "Yeah, you almost shot me with that one." Steve brings up. "You almost deserved it." She smiles at him. "You were still a pain that night. With me having to baby you for a bit." Skylar smiles over at him and he smiles back at her as Eddie throws his vest to Steve. "For your modesty, dude." Eddie tells him before there was an earthquake. Eddie grabs Skylar falling to the ground, Robin falls next to them making Skylar reach for her hand, and Steve holds Nancy up as they use the rock to keep up.

As creatures snarl the three on the ground sit up looking out into the distance. "Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me." Eddie pants with his right arm around Skylar's waist. "Yeah, me too." Robin squeezes Skylar's right hand. "So what are we waiting for?" Steve turns on his flashlight taking the lead making the others get up and follow.

While walking through the woods, Nancy ends up taking the lead towards her house. Nancy and Robin walk together, Eddie and Skylar were together while Steve was at the end. "What's so funny right now?" Eddie asks Skylar as she slightly chuckles looking at him. "The way you walk around vines. I'm sorry." She tries not to laugh at him anymore. "Eddie. Eddie. Hey, man. Uh... Listen, I just, uh... I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there." Steve jogs to watch with him and Skylar. "Shit. You saved your own ass, man. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there." Eddie tells him. "Ozzy?" Steve asks confused. "When you took a bite out of that bat." Eddie says but Steve was still confused making Sky laugh because she knew he didn't know him. "Ozzy Osborne. Black Sabbath? He bit a bat's head off onstage." Eddie tries. "He doesn't know him. Steve doesn't care for metal." Skylar pats Eddie's back.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact." Eddie lets Steve know what Dustin has said about him. "Henderson said that?"" Steve looks at him. "Oh yeah. Shit. Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest." Eddie tells him. "Try living with him and being related to him." Skylar laughs jogging to join the girls. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own pets Munson doctrine. Still super jealous as hell, by the way. Which is why I would never  have jumping in that lake to save your ass. Not under an, uh... normal circumstances. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

"Give yourself a break, man. You might not see yourself as a hero but you are in some way. You helped Skylar when I ditched her." Steve tells him so Eddie stops him. "The only reason I came in here was cause those ladies came straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Ky... she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. I didn't want her to be disappointed in me so I dove in last. Now. I know everything that happened between you two, if I were you... I would do whatever to get her back. Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen." Eddie watches Skylar walk with girls.

"She told me you guys got together." Steve looks at him. "Dude, I was just trying to help her get over you but I can see you aren't over her. The way you look at her." Eddie sighs. "So you didn't fall for her?" Steve asks. "I'm not gonna say I didn't because I think part of me did. But as I said, I would do whatever to get her back. She's a one of a kind. Because if you don't try... I'll take the chance with her because she's too good to let go." Eddie tells him the truth and his words make Steve think back to when Billy said, because if not maybe that means she'll pick and stay with me in the end. Steve looks over at Skylar before there was another earthquake.

-

"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin tells Nancy as we get inside the house. "Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Nancy heads up to her room first with Robin and Eddie following behind. Steve and I follow to but I stop when I hear Dustin's voice, "Steve, listen." I grab his arm so he stops to listen too. "Dustin..." He walks down the stairs walking around trying to find where the voice was coming from. "How come we can hear him?" I ask. "I don't know. Steve follows the voice and looks around. "Oh, by the way... Eddie told me you jumped in first." Steve looks over at me. "I did." I nod my head walking over. "Why?" He walks closer to me. "Do you prefer I didn't? Did you want us to let the demo-bats kill you?" I raise an eyebrow. "I did it because I was worried about you. I have no idea what I would do if something bad happened to you. Now let's figure the whole Dustin thing."

"Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin! Du-Hello? Hel...hello?" Steve starts to yell making the other three join us. "Steve what are you doing?" Nancy asks. "He's here. Henderson. That like shit, he's here. He's like... He's in the walls or sitting. Just listen." Steve tells them. "I doubt he's in the walls. Maybe he's here in our world." I tell him as we start to all yell Dustin. "All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag." Steve huffs. "Will found a way right? Through the lights?" I say making Nancy go try the lamp. "Guys." Steve looks at the chandelier glowing. We all walk towards it and I reach up messing with the glitter like dust before the others do the same. "Does anyone know Morse code?" Nancy asks us. "Wait, does SOS count?" Eddie looks at us. "Is that... that good?" He looks just at me making me laugh. "God, I love you. You are just so precious. Yes, do it." I tell him and he does. "Go to Nancy's room by her bed! I have an idea!" We hear Dustin yell so we go upstairs and wait.

"Seeing this?" Dustin asks so Nancy sticks her hand out making the glowing dust come through. "We're not moving it, but we're gonna unplug it. Stand by! Try it now." He tells us so I reach out to spell hi. "That worked!" He tells us so we cheer. Nancy writes we're stuck. "Can't get back through watergate?" Dustin asks us. "What the hell's watergate?" Steve asks. "Cause it's in water and it's a gate." I explain to them and they get it. "That's cute." Eddie says making me giggle as Nancy writes it's guarded. "We think we have a theory that can help with that. We think watergate isn't the only gate. That there's a gate at every murder site." Dustin tells us their theory. "Does anyone understand what he's talking about?" Nancy asks and I say I sorta do so she sends him a question mark.

"Seriously! How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?! Skylar, I thought you were the smart one over there!" Dustin yells at us. "Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check." Steve shakes his head. "It's his tone. Right?" Eddie looks at him. "I know." Steve agrees. "Again try being related to the little shit." I tell them. "So how far is your trailer?" Nancy looks at Eddie. "Seven miles." I answer for him. "Nancy. I know your house here is, like, weirdly creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?" Robin looks over at her. I write for the lights saying Eddie's.

When we get to the trailer park and to Eddie's trailer we hop off the bikes. "That's gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled inter-dimensionally." Robin says getting off her bike. "Just inhaled a bunch of that crap." Steve coughs. "It's stuck in my throat." He turns on his flashlight. "Dustin was fine in the past. Inhaling it you should be fine... The bites... you seem okay right now so that's good." I give him a slight smile as we go into Eddie's place to see the gate on the ceiling. "Goddam." Steve sees it. "This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died." Eddie tells us. "I think there's something in there." Robin speaks and we see something moving before opening it.

I step forward first to see Eddie's place upside down along with the kids, "No way." Steve looks with me. "Hi there." Dustin laughs waving at us. "Hi." We day back. "Bada bada boom!" Dustin shouts making me laugh. "Okay, now we just gotta help you guys back over. And don't worry. I thought of an idea on the way here." Dustin gives us a thumbs up. "You know technically that's a thumbs now to us." I let him know so he flips me off. "Love you." I laugh at him. "You know, no matter how annoying he can be... What would we do without him?" Steve watches the kids. "We'd be screwed, that's one thing I know for sure." I nod my head. As Lucas and Max bring out Eddie's mattress he gets embarrassed, "Those stains are, uh... I dunno what those stains are." He looks at Robin side eyeing him then looks back up.

"That's why I stay on top of the sheets and blankets." I say looking up at the mattress. "And on the floor...more room." Eddie slips making all of us look at him. "What?" He asks confused. "More room on the floor for what?" Robin raises an eyebrow. "D&D, helping him plan for campaigns. A lot of papers for the whole group. You made it seem like something else." I back hand Eddie's chest. Of course I knew Steve knew the truth but I didn't need Robin and Nancy knowing I got with Eddie. "Not quite sure how these physics work. But, uh... here goes nothing." Dustin tosses the tiers sheets together up and it comes out hang on our side. "All right, pull on it to see if it holds!" He shouts at us so Robin does it. "Guess I'm the guinea pig." Robin climbs it first.

The four of us look at each other of who goes next. "Sky. It's best to get you out of here before anything bad happens to you. I lost the tape in the lake." Steve tells me. "Yeah...Okay." I grab the sheet. "Eddie, can you help me? I'm a terrible climber." I ask so he picks me up and pushes me up while I climb. "Woah." I fall onto the mattress. "That felt funny." I get up and Eddie  comes through next. "That was fun." He sits up so I pull him up. "Nancy. Hey! Hey! Nancy, wake up. Wake up! Nancy!" Steve yells making us look up. "Vecna." Max says. "Got you out in time." Eddie says looking at me. "It's because of Barb..." I say looking at Nancy in a trance.

Next

Season 10, Episode 22: The Prisoner

Styne Hall, huh?

Oh boy

Why should he?

Ouch.

Dude got trashed 😂

I doubt that

Interesting

Kid's gonna get murked

Don't you?

A little overkill for high school bullies

I can't do this

Not Charlie... anyone but Charlie

Dean...

Sam. Stop talking

That's not an excuse, Sam

And you got Charlie killed.

You weren't thinking, Sam!

Oh no. He -- he didn't say that, right?

It won't. He's too stubborn

And he's gonna destroy them

Both. That's his sister, Sam.

So he wants to get out

Yikes

Oh no. That's really not good

His first transplant?

That's horrifying

Always about family legacy

Oh boy

It's really not

Poor kid

Who is Rudy, anyway?

Of course

He and Sam aren't on speaking terms right now

Cas is people.

Cas...

It's not your fault, Cas

Absolutely not

Okay, Cas

There's not much you can do for Dean

Do you really think Dean wouldn't notice a LoJack system in Baby?

At least that worked

And there it is

Dang it, Sam

I'll forever blame him for Charlie, but I can't blame him for this

Oh boy

This is going so well

Nice tattoo

That really doesn't make sense

Yeah, that's really sloppy on the outside

Oh boy.

The fake license and registration 😂

Dean.

Dude! He just--

How dare he

Absolutely not

Good for him

That's true

Something you'd sell your soul for?

What was that?

Huh.

Lemmy Kilmister was the lead in Motörhead (Enter Sandman) and I think we all know Ozzy Osbourne (Crazy Train) and Freddie Mercury (do I really need to say it?)

He is a pro. Just not with aliases

If Sam had let him use the ninja stars-

Yup.

It's not about maturity

Smooth

Im-pal-a. This guy's accent is whack

Liar

YOU GET HIM DEAN, AVENGE BABY

Good to know

Watch and learn

They-- they told us that Dean kills gods, and then-- season 15--

Mom? Where are you, mom?

He's familiar

Are you?

He's got a point

You probably should be

And there it is

What's happening to him?

Here we go

Dean: 1, Stynes: 0

Wow, that was smooth

Spooky

I love that they know they'd need so many people

KFC dude

Hah! Not anymore

Absolutely not

He's stubborn

Crowley...

Sam. Don't patronize him

Oh, Crowley...

Ew

That's horrifying

He can imagine a lot

Kill him. That's not good

Uh oh

Interesting

He won't, though

That was really weird

Wakey wakey, Dean

Not how I would have put it

Nah. But it was worth a shot

Of course

It's not bargaining

They'll all die anyway

But it's not a guarantee

That's not how it works

This entire fight took all of thirty seconds

Right

And now he's armed

Dude. How did he break that door?

They won't make it out alive

Nope!

Same as every other demon

He's following the trail

The Stynes needed to be gone, though.

But he's still following the Mark

Dude.

It's just a regular dungeon, man

Awww

He's got great taste in music, actually

Don't let him hear you say that

Yeah, that tracks

Well that's great

Bye-bye, Roscoe

I'm waiting for angel wings

Her name was Charlie, and you don't get to talk about her

Don't bother

They all are

Right...

Didn't have a chance to draw

Dean...

Poor kid

Dean. No.

You can't -- you can't say that, Dean

Dean.

He single-handedly took down the world's biggest crime family, that's what. And it was equal parts horrifying and awesome

That kid didn't deserve it, Dean

What?

Dean...

It will not end well

Oh, Cas...

He's not, Dean.

Cas is right.

But he has before, and he will again

Dean, no!

What is he doing?

Dean!

No. Absolutely not

Dean, no...

Oscar Diaz- He’s Mine

Enjoy guys!

“No mommy. My daddy.” You and Oscar’s 3 year old pouts as she pushes your face away from his as you go in for a kiss, the three of you having a lazy morning in bed. Her little body wiggles it’s way from his chest to in between the two of you,”Mine.” She repeats as her chubby little hands go to rest on either side of his face,”Gimme kissy daddy.” She smiles and puckers her little lips to his for a brief moment as you playfully scoff.

“No he’s my daddy.” You say as you gently poke your finger into her back,”He was mine first.” You add, Oscar laughing quietly as he watches the two loves of his life ‘fight’ over him.

“Nuh uh.” She sings as she moves her arms around his neck to give him a hug,”Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yeah? Watch this.” You grin as you climb over to his other side and pull his head towards yours,”Mine.” You copy her, this time giving him a peck of your own. Oscar happily obliging as he let’s his lips linger.

“No!” Your daughter screams as she try’s to pull his head back in her direction,”Mommy go bye bye.” She demands just as you and Oscar pull apart,”Hmf.” She huffs as she finally gets his head back in her direction,”Daddy?”

“Yes mi corazon?” He asks as he rests the back of his hand on her cheek with a lazy smile and tired eyes.

“Wuv you.” She cheeses with a little snort before burying her face into his neck to hide her laughter.

“I love you more.” He smiles hard,”My little princess. My heart. My life.” He mumbles as he holds her to him.

“What am I? Nothing?” You asked with a joking frown,”You two are so mean to mommy.”

“Me not a mean girl.” She says as her head shoots up to look at you with wide eyes,”I a nice girl.”

“No. Mean.” You say as you cover your eyes and begin to fake cry,”You only love daddy and daddy only loves you.” You exclaim as Oscar try’s to hide the smirk off of his face.

“No mommy.” She says with a quick shake of her head, her long black curls bouncing around,”I wuv you too.” She reassures as she crawls over and try’s to pry your hands from your face,”Daddy. Mommy sad.” She informs him,”Mommy.” She huffs as she uses more of her strength to try and free your face,”No cry mommy.”

“Uh oh.” Oscar gasps,”How do we make her happy again?”

“Hmm.” She says before she flings her self off the bed and onto her feet. Oscar loosing his calm demeanor as he reaches out for her in case she fell,”I know!” She declares obliviously to the mini heart attack she almost gave her dad.

“Don’t do that again.” He warns with a sigh before he relaxes against the pillows again.

“Sorry.” She apologizes with pursed lips,”I be right back.” She adds before speeding off to her bedroom.

“Did she leave?” You ask quietly after a few moments.

“Yeah, so get yo ass over here and get a snuggle in.”

You laugh as you drop your hands and lay down in his arms, grazing your nose with his,”How are you such a good daddy?” You ask him rhetorically.

“Because before her you were the only women I loved in this world. As soon as she got here it was like I had your heart,mind,and soul all packed into this tiny little human form. So I have to be a good dad to her, she deserves that because she is you. And you deserve everything and then some.”

“How long have you had that one saved up.” You grin before lightly pressing your lips to his.

“A while.” He admits with a chuckle,”But it’s because I mean it.”

“I know you do.” You say and give him one more kiss before your daughter comes running back into the room.

“Found it!”

“Your bibby?” Oscar asks her with a raised eyebrow as you begin the fake waterworks once again.

“Bibby makes me happy. Bibby make mommy happy.” She says with a eyeroll,”Duh daddy.”

“My fault.” Oscar chuckles as he holds his hands up in mock surrender, your daughter carefully placing the little blanket across your shoulders after climbing back on the bed,”There there mommy.” She whispers as her little hand pats your back,”It’s okay. No more cry mama. I here.”

“I think mommy needs a group hug.” Oscar suggest as he holds his arm out for her to join.

“Oh yeah!” She screams excitedly as she plops herself down onto Oscar, her little arms flying out to rest on the both of you,”Group hug!”

“I think I feel a little bit better.” You sniffle

“It’s working daddy! Keep going!” She tells Oscar panically, her fingers digging into you as she tightens her hold,”Tighter daddy!”

“Yes mam.” He nods with a laugh as he wraps both of his arms around the two of you securely, squeezing as tight as he could.

“Okay okay! I’m happy again!” You squeal a minute or so later as you and your daughter try to escape his strong hold,”Enough!” You say out of breath with a laugh,”Too much hugs.”

“Happy mommy?” You daughter asks, her gap toothed smile on full display as you move away from Oscar’s hold to lay on your side of the bed.

“So so so happy.”

“Yay!” She yells as she stands in between the two off y’all to jump up and down,”We did it daddy!”

“Lo hicimos.” He nods

“Ha, Dora.” She laughs more to her self before beginning to hum the theme song, doing one final jump before she plops herself down. Her back to Oscar as she faces you,”Hi.” She smiles and kisses your nose before turning around so she can snuggle into Oscar,”Gonna give cuddles to daddy okay? No get sad again mommy.”

“I promise. I won’t be sad anymore.” You say as you snuggle into her back, Oscar’s arm reaching out to lay over the both of you. How could you be mad at her for wanting to be with her daddy 24/7, if anything you knew exactly where she was coming from and what she felt.

“Love my girls.” Oscar yawns,”I’d be lost with out you mama.” He adds as he locks eyes with you over the mop of curls that rested in the middle of you guys.

“I’d be lost with out you Ozzy. Love you.” You smile lazily, your daughter already falling asleep as her breathing slows down.

“We should have another baby.” He says after a few minutes of peaceful silence,”Just one more. Then we’d be complete.”

“Yeah? You really want another one?” You ask

“Mhm another little princess.” He nods

“Okay.” You agree with a grin, having no reason to object his wishes,”Let’s have another one.”

Survey #518

“i got bullets in the booth  /  rather be your victim than be with you”

Do you believe in alternate universes? Nah. What games do you play on your smart phone? Only really Pokemon GO, but I also have DragonVale and Dragons of Atlantis installed. May I just say I REALLY miss when DoA was a computer game??? It was so much better. Who was your favourite music artist when you were 16? Stiiiill Ozzy. What are three things you usually always have in your fridge? Uh milk, eggs, and cheese. Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets? They are 100% indoor pets. They deserve warmth and comfort and company, and the world DOES NOT need more stray/lost dogs that aren't spayed/neutered. I do believe mostly bigger breeds absolutely do need time outside to run and burn all that extra energy, so either have a well-enforced fence AND SUPERVISE or take them out on a leash to walk. I feel really strongly about this stuff because the incredible population of unwanted cats and dogs alike is absolutely heart-wrenching to me, and something needs to be done about it. Please for the love of god do your part if you have cats and/or dogs. Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? I love sunsets when there are layered or stringy clouds in the sky to make beautiful designs. You fill your best friend's Xmas stocking, what do you put in it? If I had the money to do it, certainly a Frieza figurine, I know she likes gluten-free Oreos (I don't know many gluten-free snacks so that's all I got for treats lol), annnnd maybe like some snake-oriented stuff. If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? Eek, idk. I think it would depend on Roman's reaction to the kitten; I feel like he'd get EXTREMELY jealous. I wouldn't mind another cat, but I'm just happy with my one boy and don't want to upset him in any way. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out? Spiders. Bagels or English Muffins? Bagels. Do you do anything to recognize St. Patrick's Day? No. Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral? A wake, yes. It was for my childhood babysitter. Who mows the lawn at your house? One of the dads at the dance studio my sister works at. Where do you keep your phone at night? Also on my bed, beside my pillow. Do you feel comfortable asking your parents or grandparents for money? NO. Best Happy Meal toy you ever got? Oh my god, do y'all remember those little puppies they used to put in the boxes? Those in specific stand out to me, so I guess those. Do you make lists? For certain things, yes. Do you make pro/con lists before making a decision? Not usually. Do you like romantic gestures or do they make you feel awkward? I think they're sweet. What song is playing right now? I'm actually watching a Parasite Eve let's play by Super Best Friends Play. I'm in a PE episode again, ha ha, and I decided to check out a new channel. They're pretty damn funny. What year did you/will you graduate high school? Um I wanna say 2014? It's blurry by now. What state is your favorite? I don't know, it's not like I've visited many whatsoever. Have you ever had fake nails? Once, for prom. Or maybe I took them off? I don't even remember. Are there any framed pictures of you in the room you're in? No. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Yes; it's extremely common. What did you have done the last time you saw a dentist? I barely remember. I think it was a cavity filling? What field of science interests you the most? Genetics. But I also love psychology. And science in general. Do you have any family that live in another country? No. Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? No. If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? Yeah, she's a great teacher. As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? Neopets honestly started my computer addiction. I was ooooobsessed. I go through spells of wanting to create an account again, haha. What is the background on your desktop? Why’d you choose that? I recently changed it to another of my favorite pics of Teddy. His face in this one is so fucking precious, and I might even apply it to my tribute tattoo. Are you one of those people who keep everything charged (iPod etc.)? Not really. I am mega bad at not charging my phone and just keeping it dead for like a day. My laptop, however, is always plugged in, even if I know you shouldn't do that. Do you really care about what toothpaste you use? I really don't, so long as it's mint. I can't handle a bad flavor. Do you often get bitten by mosquitos, or rarely ever? It's actually quite rare. I've heard it's because of blood types, where O is the most appealing to them, and others, like mine, are less tempting for mosquitos, and I'd believe it. It's something my family always picks fun at my lil sister about; she gets DEVOURED, and go figure, O is her blood type. You get $500 for you birthdaaaay. What do you spend it on? Now if I got that much, it'd honestly be very hard to not get a tattoo, but I'm reeeaaally tryna be responsible here, so I suppose I'd take care of my glasses situation first, then finish getting stuff for my snake's tank. Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? Nah, just because I'm not interested in owning one. What did you get your first trophy/medal for? I don't remember; either childhood sports or A honor roll ones in elementary school. Do you tend to daydream a lot? If so, about what? Sure, especially when I'm trying to sleep, even though I don't want to. My brain can just never, ever be quiet. What I think about just varies. Is your display picture in black and white? On Facebook? No. Do you know anybody who has had an online relationship? Me, as well as others. When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? It's been years. Are you taller than your siblings? No. Well wait, I think I'm taller than Misty, but I can't remember for sure. Do you have “photoshoots” with your friends/family members? No. I absolutely hate being in pictures, especially if I'm not taking it. Are you afraid of lizards? No, I love all reptiles. How legible is your signature? I'd say you can read it pretty clearly. Do you have pictures of clouds on your cell phone? No. When you invite people to your house do you usually hang out in your room? No; there's nothing to really do in my room. There's only my bed to sit on and no TV. It's just meant for me doing shit on my laptop. Have you ever seen your crush/current bf/gf cry? I haven't seen my current one cry, no. Do you own any Spongebob merchandise? No. Are you closer to your mom’s side of the family or your dad’s? I haven't seen any of my dad's relatives (minus my half-sister) since I was a young child, so I kinda have to say my mom's. Would you ever own a pet black widow spider? No. They're pretty, but I don't want a highly venomous spider as a pet. When hanging out with your bf or gf, what do you like doing most? I enjoy playing games together, given we're both gamers. Do you have a tattoo? If you do, describe the pain you went thru when getting it done. I have six, and each one was unique given their locations as well as how long they took. It's always the worst when it first starts, in my experience; then your adrenaline kicks in or whatever the science is and the pain like... dulls. It becomes more tolerable. The whole experience really isn't that bad, and the pain is so incredibly worth it to up your confidence in your body and appreciation of the art. Have you ever used torrents? Yes. How can we tell if you are in a bad mood? My face WILL show it. I know I glare like a motherfucker when I'm feeling sour. I have very little control over my facial expressions. How are you when you’re in a really good mood? I'm way more talkative and tend to be louder. When you’re bored in class, what do you do? I was always busy paying attention in class at school. Do you have anything that is autographed? By who? No. Do you have a problem with swimming in a pond or lake? I didn't as a kid, but I do now as an adult that is aware and terrified of parasites, ha ha. Does anyone in your family go hunting or fishing? Dad LOVES to go fishing. Do you have a birdbath in your yard? No, but that'd be cool. What was the highlight of your day? Uhhhhh idk, today's been uneventful. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? NO. Are you keeping a secret that would shock people if they found out? Probably. Do you have any friends that actually model? No. What are the bad things you’ve heard people say about you? I'm a martyr, a bad influence, lazy, a bitch, not going anywhere... Does your mom think you’re a virgin? Yes. Would you rather get high or have sex right now? Well right now I'm on my period so I'm nooot into the latter. I'd try an edible, though. Do you keep condoms in your room? No. Do you celebrate Christmas? Yes. What’s something you would like to improve at? Drawing. Do you believe you have great potential? Ugh idk. What’s one thing that you get a lot of compliments on? My writing. Do you think you look better with short or long hair? SHORT. Are you proud of yourself for the way you are living? FUCK no. Do you leave your house everyday? Is this for work, exercise, socializing or something else? No. I don't even leave my house weekly. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? I don't, but I absolutely would not judge an adult for doing so. You do you, boo. That is like such a harmless thing to get bent out of shape about. The last time you got up from where you’re sitting, where did you go and what did you do? I got up to grab a drink and use the bathroom. Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film? Eh, that's a pass, but if I had to, a book. I'd strongly prefer to not ~see~ anything. Who taught you how to tell the time on a proper analogue clock? Um, I'm pretty sure I learned in school. What’s your favourite way to make your home smell good? Do you spend a lot of money on making this happen? I love incense most, but I don't really use it anymore. These days I use a wax melt. We don't spend a grand amount of money on making the house smell pristine; we have pets, so it never will. How long have you had the computer/tablet you’re currently using? Does it need replacing or upgrading? Ummm a couple years or so? It needs to be replaced badly. The keyboard is breaking, and when it's on, it sounds like it's fighting in a goddamn nuclear war. You'd assume it'd explode at any moment. I don't know how it's lasted for as long as it has since the noise started. How often do you wake up in the night needing a pee? At the bare minimum, once. I wake up A LOT throughout a night. Do you like wearing hats? What’s your favourite style? I don't wear them. If you live in a household with pets, who is responsible for their care - both in terms of finance and the physical tasks involved? Mom is responsible for Cookie, and my duties are for Roman and Venus. Mom does, however, help me out when it's time for Venus to have a deep clean of her terrarium, because I can't hold her and scrub the tank and such at the same time. I also don't like the idea of me not supervising her in a container if I was to do it when we have a cat and dog; I want her to be in a comfortable setting, and she trusts me. Mom doesn't mind. What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? I don't care, so long as you can't clearly see your ass or whatever. Have you ever driven in bare feet or do you think that’s too dangerous? No, but I've driven with flipflops, which I really shouldn't do. Do you collect anything? Are these things worth money or are they practical/sentimental items? My biggest collection is my meerkat one, consisting of mostly stuffed animals, but also calendars, figurines, posters, etc., and none of that is particularly expensive, but I adore that collection because meerkats are simply my passion. My second-largest collection is Silent Hill merchandise, and some of it, especially the games where I have the cases and covers, would sell for a pretty penny, but guess who is never selling those. Do you have anything hanging from your ceiling apart from lights? I don't even have a light on my ceiling. We're not allowed to put anything up there.

a series of thank you’s i’ve been meaning to give for a while now. please note i couldn’t get everyone bc im smol brained and im forgetful :(( also its vedy long so i added a readmore link but if it’s okay then i can remove it!

i would’ve preferred to go to your inboxes/dm’s but im scared t🤢umblrs going to glitch on me if i do it again a ha ha

@doublemoons

i remember you sent in my first ever request and i was SO happy like🥺 my account had no visibility on week 1 but then you somehow found my blog and since then you’ve been supporting me. i love the aesthetic of your blog and i always look forward to your rb’s because they so cute and insightful !! ik we haven’t talked much but i definitely perceive u as a gentle person here’s 1k hearts for you and you only <3

@insanityqueen

please i was *intense squealing* and *happy noises* when you said you wanted to be mutuals :’) im definitely uhhh way too immature for u but you still stick with all the caps and !!! i send you😭 you’re such an interesting, talented person. day 1 you got me HOOKED with your art and im gonna say this again,, i have never seen skin look soo s o f t painted. im really grateful for your company and all your cats and the hinata art you made me🥺 i am not still thirsting over it i swear and then you sent me pieces of your writing and i def expected hc’s but then BOOM🧍‍♀️ im so amazed by your writing. also you are vv pretty i hope you know that

@zephyrria

matching heart memes matching heart memes😾 i don’t talk to you as much but our main form of communication is literally exchanging heart memes w/o a word,,, if that isn’t true love idk what is :// anyway i love our little convos so much it always brightens my day! and omg lets not forget when you made me a drabble back😳 like wha- HUH !! i was so touched i rlly went boom boom woosh bc no ones ever written me one back and i!! that yamaguchi gives me so much comfort. you give me sm comfort, thank you bub <3

@beanst0ck

hehe my first tumblr crush😼 as soon as i deactivated my reading account to my a writing blog i was like “ok bean is on my top to-follow list” like i thought you were so cool and i was vv shy to interact with you🥺 and YOU STILL ARE COOL!! your works are really amazing and i am vv much still in love w my matchup w suga :’)

@killuababie

HHHH GRR BORK BORK I LUB U B NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BHH💓✨ bro,,,, when we switched over to insta it was WILD like— our sense of humor? matched. immaculate. please i love seeing all the memes u send me it makes my day so much like u don’t understand😭 and our convos really go chaos sometimes gkfjdj i love it. u need to pull up and play among us w me sometime 😡

@bewwybun

m-my first spouse🥺 even tho it was a joke the first time and i said sike fkdjdjdj but you still accepted my dino chimken nuggie ring hehe <3 bub your are literally the CUTEST HHHHH LIKE,,, cuteness overload !!! i love talking to you sm and our little exchange of heart memes make the butterflies in my tummy go ✨

@mei-writes

may🥺 imy bub i hope you’re doing well and taking good care of yourself. still very grateful for that time you pulled through to check which of my links weren’t working. and there’s a LOT. like the fact that you took time out of your day for me still baffles me. anyway im lomve you ik we don’t talk as much but you’re still a valued moot to me. im offering u free headpats hehe

@kozsma

hi maria👉👈 you’re so wonderful and rlly amazing w your smaus. absolutely smitten over our chaotic conversations fkfjd we haven’t talked in a while but if you see this just know that i’m here for you <3 take some self care okay? hope you’re doing good bub

@tsukkeisimp

dalia, you wondering being💞 please what did i do to deserve your love >;( we don’t talk much but we have exchanged heart memes before and you’re always out here supporting me whenever you can and like!! tysm bub. i hope you’re feeling better from the last time we interacted, and please do take good care of yourself!

@satorispup

can’t believe you made a reputation of having a piss kink. what power. what energy >>> anyway it’s fun seeing your chaotic energy on my feed/tl. sometimes i won’t even look at the user and say yeah💔 that’s hero alright gkfjdj also you’re so cute what the heck😡😡

@tobiokvgs

[ insert 100 hearts ] this for u bub. im still going crazy over your tsukki lipbalm piece like i was so FLUSTERED you really did that huh😭 you’re so nice and sweet, ty for giving me headbonks as well im really glad to get them😌 hope you have an amazing day bub, and take care!!

@bunnyuuji

cutecutecutest bean ever🥺 you have such wonderful works and im truly in love with your writing😌 also you’re so SWEET WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE U GKFJDJ literally you weren’t obligated to stop by my ask and check in but u did >:(

@yanderepunkin

hehe ik we haven’t interacted in such a long time but im including you!! bc i appreciate you!! i know you’ve supported me a lot especially when i just started this blog and im really thankful for it. also uhhh im still not over accidentally turning off anon when i was- yeah😿 i wish you all the love in the world, and please do take gentle care of yourself 💓

@ahkaahshi

frannn👁👁🤲 yes im gonna start with how big brained you are. your passion for textiles and improving the environment is vv cool to me. and then there’s the fact you write these hq characters so well. yes i am absolutely still living for your character analysis. i am thriving off of them!! here’s me manifesting kita and/or sakusa to show up in your dreams hehe

@sachirou-senpai

i hope you dont mind me sending u stuff every now and then! anyway im in awe of your writing and art skills. you brought a realistic yamaguchi and i ascended😳 i genuinely think you’re such a cool person but also please take breaks!! ik it’s such an overused phrase but i genuinely mean it. i care u <3

@kenmakodzu

you’re so sweet and you do really be sending me back some heart memes😳 i go BOOM BOOM yaya that’s more to my collection;) also you and your hq anon interactions go WILD omg it really does make my day more interesting whenever i see them😂 also i do be seeing some of ur chaotic energy on my dash and i am HERE for it

@tsukkisbean

hemlo clara🥺 d-do you remember me gkdjshsjs i think its been a while since we interacted. you’re so sweet and AHH lmao did u know we were in a poly with wiss😔💔 yeah❤️ n e way i hope you’ve been alright these past few weeks, and if not, please get some break!

@atsunflower

miya twin supremacy😡 can’t believe you made me swerve over to osamu’s lane because of your amazing writing. how could you. the mf audacity. i rlly do fell in love with that piece do so THAMK U and that also goes for the support you’ve given me💗

@lespaghetti

ozzy👁👁🤝 ngl our conversations have been top tier im glad i got to uhmm,,, get some of these *thoughts* out of my head. you’re such a sweet little bean!!! that art/sketch you did with the purple (?) themed uniforms was really cute. im glad to have u as my moot and *cough* my vip reader *cough*

@sleepykarabou

our heart meme streak was strong until school happened😔 but i really enjoy them tho!! it’s very calming talking to you (fun, but also vv calming idk that’s how i feel) loving the brainrots we give each other of our favs from time to time :’) also omg OSRRY im barely active in the server please spare me😿 im lomve u

@nerdybreadcollaborative

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@nishinoya-is-baby

ely my plant kinnie, my spouse (?) and also the blog that i dump my h word thots on😭❤️ ahhh im lomve you, you’re amazing. from your writing, to your makeup skills, and your room, the talent really ✨jumped out✨thank you for supporting me so much, i genuinely appreciate it. i hope we can stay moots despite me being busy gkfjdj anyway take care bbie don’t work too much okay?

@art0saurus

TATE😤 the amount of hq brainrot you’ve fed me is astronomical. idk how you keep coming up with such good ideas but im all for them!! i love your writing so much and the plots are so *chefs kiss* (yes im still gushing over mermaid!bokuto). thank you so much for sending some bits of positivity into my life, im really grateful for it :’)

@dorkyhaikyu

EL!😼 you sweet bean. wish i could bombard ur asks but school is saying no </3 you’re such a sweet mutual and your writing is absolutely amazing. still kinda hurt over that angst u made💔 but anyway i loved it sm. also please wear safer shoes next time on big events so u dont get any more BLISTERS kgjdjdh jkjk

@chickenwingspiker

nashnashnash🥺👉👈 wth you’re so cute and even cuter with the little emoticons u put in my asks. i really appreciate you taking time out of your day to check in on me. i think your works are really heckin cool, im still very into that sock agenda one and the akaashi fic AHH i love them sm. i hope that u have better experiences with online learning and i really wish you all the best on ur art journey <3

@miyastrology

did u forget abt our walk to the strawberry field😿 jkjk heyyy atlas!! im lomve your theme and your writing. i have the urge to say you’re as sweet as strawberry bc im unoriginal like that💔 let’s just pretend i put something kute :’( n e way u are vv cute, make sure to take care of yourself ok!!

@derpeedoo

your rb’s and comments on ppl works... i just... my heart is full. im complete. i go absolute doki doki for you. you’re such a genuine person and you give people so much love❤️ here’s an unlimited supply of my love to you bc you deserve it. ty for all the cute questions btw🥺

🕊 anon - still wondering if ur one of my already-moots or not😳 but anyway dove anon i have a lot to say,,, like how ?? do u go “ok let’s check in on aaron today hehe” like am i interesting??😭 i feel kinda bad ngl you really don’t have to talk to me. but nevertheless im really appreciate of all the support you’ve given me. i genuinely think you’re a cool person and you do all these fun stuff like photography which is amazing. here’s the biggest THANK YOU i could ever give <3 ps. your art is CUTE and AMAZING @bee-kins

@simping-for-tendou

do i??? spam your feed??😭 you’re always liking my posts and i feel so sorry for spamming but also vv appreciate of all the interaction i’ve had with you!! im very glad i got to ask you qotd and stuff because i got to know that you like plants as well!! thank you for sharing plant facts with me, it really made my day. i genuinely think you’re such an awesome and big brained person for knowing all those facts🥺👉👈

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ngl i was very intimated by you bc of all your angst and really good works which is probably why i never reached out to you sooner😿 ur my uhhh third spouse <3 but anyway your CHAOTIC ENERGY is thru the roof i love that sm and your writing is so mf beautiful i wish more people got to see it😡 i will gib you flower soup and muddy pie to make you feel better ;) jkjk but you’re very amazing and i hope you know that!

@smolbludandelions

hehe you’re in here😼 thank you ???? for supporting me even tho you’re not obligated??? like wh- i- bub🥺🤲 you have all my heart and i rlly rlyy want to stop by your inbox and give you heart memes but me why >;( i hope you have the most amazing day(s) of your life because you deserve it SO much.

@tadashi-simp

FINALLY someone i can simp over yamaguchi with😭 ik we haven’t talked much but AH i love the conversations we’ve had so far and all that insight you gave me about the new wanda film (truly a blessing bc i was so genuinely confused gkfjdj).

@oikaw-ugh

just. JOLLIBEE. can’t believe one of our first interactions was u sending me chain mail smfh i cannot believe you😭 anyway po i appreciate you so much na kaka tawa ako sa mga msgs mo and all the good vibes u radiate. mag bisaya unta ko nimi pero baka mag nosebleed ako😿 im losing my native languages it’s not even funny anymore but when i got to talk to u in my mother tongue, i felt a bit more at home. thank you bub <3

@makemealive

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@lostsealscreams

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@hqgardenia - jkjk this is my spam account idk why i put this here but here probably bc im dumb as fuck

Sooo for fics, maybe family fluff with Mandy and the kids? They deserve some fluff.

Yeah! I believe they do!

(This takes place when Oz, Qrow, and Glynda are kids)

Stars

“All right kids, do you have all of your snacks ready?” Mandias called from inside the living room

Glynda responded happily, “Yep! I’ve got mine!”

“Same here, although my popcorn is still in the microwave.” Qrow called from in the kitchen

Mandias took notice to the lack of response from one, “Ozzy what about you?”

The shorter boy emerged from his room and replied deadpanned, “I’m not hungry.”

Mandias smiled and shook his head “That’s ok, not a requirement to get any snacks.”

Once the 4 had gotten everything they needed, they walked up several flights of stairs until they reached the roof of the apartment complex, there were many other necromancers, some adults, some children.

Today was the simple celebration of Lights Out, a time in which Vale shuts off its power to the lights and lets its citizens take a break from the TV and electronics to go run about outside and socialize about with others.

The crowd started chanting and counting down excitedly until the lights would go out. The kids weren’t entirely sure why everyone was so excited but they were slightly excited themselves.

Once the lights turned off there were ooh’s and ah’s at the sight. It truly was a sight to behold! The night sky, plastered with beautiful, shining, and sparkling stars on a background of gorgeous deep dark blues and purples. Mandias always used to come back into Vale during this time to see the sight that was this one, it was one of the things that brought him comfort, even if he could see this whenever he wanted.

Although, he was a bit curious to the kids reactions.

“So, I feel as if I have to ask, why are you all so fascinated with the stars? With the sunsets and sunrises, the blue skies?” Mandias questioned the 3 with a gentle smile.

Glynda was the one to answer, looking down as she did so, ���Atlas has a lot of big factories. Big, unregulated, factories. The more of those you have, the more pollution is in the air. So basically, Atlas never had any clear skies because of all the pollution.” She explained.

Mandias grimaced slightly, “Of course. Leave it to Atlas to leave something so dangerous unregulated. As if that city needed to be anymore dangerous than it already is.” He thought bitterly.

But now wasn’t the time for that. He just wanted to enjoy the kids reactions and the night sky. He looked over to the boy standing next to him and noticed something, something different. It wasn’t amazement or awe, but it wasn’t disgust or distaste either.

It was confusion, mixed with a neutral feeling.

To say he was surprised at Ozzy’s reaction would be much more than just a lie. Ozzy never saw the sentimental value in anything like this, which wasn’t to say that he didn’t see the sentimental value in anything, but this was one of those things that he couldn’t understand why people liked it so much.

To Ozzy, it was just stars. Flaming spheres of gas floating in space at night. Nothing special about it. Sure, it’s a pretty view, but that means nothing when you’ve lived a life like Ozzy has.

When you live in that situation for so long, it can be hard to see why anyone would bother themselves with something so seemingly insignificant.

Mandias smiled anyway though, not a forced smile, but one with an idea. “You don’t understand what’s special about it, do you.” Mandias spoke quietly to him.

Ozzy grimaced as he looked down below at the people on the streets, “Not really…..sorry…”

His response earned an eyebrow raise from the former king, “For what?”

“Well, I know you, birdie, and glyn all like this stuff a lot, and then here I am, just kinda ruining it…” He continued to avoid eye contact.

“You aren’t ruining anything. And I’ll tell you what, I find your views to be refreshing sometimes. Excessive positivity isn’t always a good thing. But neither is excessive negativity. And even thought you’re neither, having more realistic views of the world, I still think it would benefit you to try and look for good things, you know?” Mandias explained.

Ozzy tugged at his hair a bit, a nervous habit, as he sighed “Yeah, it’s just, hard.”

He nodded, “Would you like me to explain them to you?”

“What?” Ozzy asked

“The stars. I know plenty about them, so would you like me to explain what I know to you?” Mandias explained.

“Oh.” He looked back up at the sky, “Sure, ok.”

Mandias smiled and began to speak, “Well, stars in many different cultures represent many different things, in some, it’s seen as the spirits of those who have died and moved on to the afterlife, in others, they’re seen as sentimental beings serving as workers for a god. There are many different interpretations. But what I, and what I believe you, will find fascinating is that people were able to look at these clusters of lights and see an image in them.

It’s not quite known when people identified these constellations but they have significant meanings to people, take astrology for example, stars signs, rising signs, constellations, and planet placements are all very important to people to practice astrology.

A few constellations that you may have heard of are Rosaria’s crest, Falu’s tears, and Verditer.”

“Oh.” Was all Ozzy could manage to say in response. It was a lot to learn, and it was fascinating how people could look at these tiny dots in the sky and see an image.

Mandias observed the sky silently for a moment before speaking once more, “Actually, you can see the constellation Zaffre right there.” Mandias proceeded to point to the sky and outside the stars that made up the constellation.

Ozzy was amazed, star-struck even. “Woah. So….you can see them from everywhere?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes, although it would have to be at different times of the year if you wanted to see them in Atlas or Vacuo.” He explained.

Suddenly, the lights came back on. The crowd on the roof groaned in irritation at the sudden attack of light. Soon, everyone started filing back into the apartment.

Mandias sighed, slightly disappointed “Oh well, we can talk more about that some other time,” he turned to the 3 kids, “Let’s go back inside and eat dinner shall we?”

“Awww yeah dinner time!” Qrow said excitedly as he rushed back into the building, Glynda soon rushed after him as to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. Leaving Mandias and Ozzy behind, they both laughed at the twos actions.

He turned to Ozzy, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“People are weird sometimes, I mean, I’m a person, so I’m weird sometimes too, but they kind find shit in even the smallest things.” Ozzy states, mildly fascinated, but more curious than anything.

Mandias laughs “I suppose we are! But hey, something to thing about.”

Ozzy nods, “Yeah.” He mumbles, looking towards the door back into the building.

“Now then, let’s go make dinner before Qrow decides to destroy the kitchen, what would you like?” Mandias smiles.

He laughs before thinking for a moment, “Cheese baked potatoes?” Ozzy looks back up at the former king.

He smiles “Sounds great to me.”

Merry for the First Time (Burton-Schumacherverse au, teenage!riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Warnings: drug abuse mentions, child abuse/neglect, mention of forced dieting, withholding of food as punishment, planned but not executed filicide

Oswald huffed as he followed after his mother, greatly disliking the fact she’d drug him along to help her with Christmas shopping. She was in the middle of trying to remember something, frazzled as usual from whatever she took to take the edge off when dealing with Oswald. It felt like he was waddling after her forever all across the shopping center but she finally decided to call it a day.

Once they were in the car Esther was anxiously drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “Can we go home now?” Oswald whined, leaning against the window. Esther cleared her throat “No...you have a doctor’s appointment today.”

Oswald could’ve sworn he felt the world stop turning “No, I don’t.”

Esther was already exasperated “Oswald, please-“

“No!!” Oswald screamed, folding his arms and turning away from his mother. His doctor visits were always tortuous, he got poked and prodded and ridiculed just for the doctor to say he didn’t know what was wrong. Esther gritted her teeth and squeezed the steering wheel before putting on a fake nice voice “If I get you ice cream will you not make my life a living hell for just a few hours?” Oswald pondered what his dignity was worth for a moment before nodding, stubbornly.

Oswald absently fiddled with the hem of his pajamas as he sat in the hallway listening to his parents fight.

“You spoil him too much! That’s why he’s like this!”

“He won’t do anything I say unless I spoil him! You do the same thing!”

“You’re high, Esther.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try dealing with that thing sober..can barely stand to look at him.”

Unfortunately the all boys school Oswald was forced to attend didn’t let out for winter break. That meant he still had to deal with teasing from his peers over holidays the holiday season. He was sitting by himself in the grass during a break between classes while all of the other boys were together doing whatever ‘normal’ boys did. He was cranky as his father had once again forced him on a diet. Tucker was a little obsessed with trying to ‘correct’ the one thing about Oswald’s appearance that was changeable. He and Esther had looked into surgery for the nose and flippers, much to their dismay there were was seemingly no sum of money that could convince any surgeons in the area to operate on a thirteen year old. Oswald’s mood didn’t improve when he felt a small rock hit his back followed by snickering. It was soon followed by another rock and thenanother. “Hey, lardass!” Oswald recognized the voice as Harvey Dent’s. The boy was an angel in front of teachers but could be quite the bully once out of their eyesight. “Harvey, cut it out.” This voice made Oswald seethe, it was Bruce Wayne. “Shut up, Bruce. You make jokes about him too.”

“I don’t throw rocks at him..”

Oswald knew if he was going to be angry at anyone in the moment it should be Harvey, but there was something about Bruce that infuriated him. The perfect hair, perfect smile, everything about him was too perfect. Everyone had been doting on him since his parents died, if Oswald ever had to hear the words ‘Poor Bruce’ again he thought he might just lose it. He didn’t see the big deal, having parents wasn’t all it was cracked up to be either and Oswald didn’t get any sympathy for that or for anything...everyone was so worried about Bruce. He acted so innocent and good but he treated Oswald just like everyone else did. Without realizing it Oswald had gotten up, something about Bruce made everything in him cry out to rip the other boy to pieces. All Oswald saw was red as he felt himself charging Bruce.

“You put another boy in the hospital, Oswald, do you even care??” Esther asked, exasperated as she tried to focus on driving Oswald home from the lengthy meeting they’d just had with his principal. “It’s just a few broken bones..” Oswald mumbled.

“I really wonder what’s wrong with you sometimes.”

“He was being mean!”

“Oh, trust me, pal. A lot of people are going to be mean to you. You can’t attack everyone for it.”

“Yes, I can...”. Oswald folded his arms.

“Good then you’ll go to jail and I’ll never have to see you again, that’ll be nice.” Esther said spitefully. “Why can’t you just be normal for once???” She sighed “Poor Bruce...” That was it. Oswald didn’t know what came over him but he just started shrieking and kicking the back of Esther’s seat.

Oswald huffed as he laid face down in bed, having been sent there without dinner for his behaviour that day. He was going to try and go to sleep when he heard his window opening and something thumping against the floor. “Ow.” Ed mumbled though he recovered quickly. He giddily came over to Oswald’s bed “Ozzie..” he sing songed softly, pushing on Oswald’s shoulder. Oswald just groaned and moved away. “Oh..you’re in a bad mood, huh?”

Oswald weakly swatted at Ed.

“That’s okay, Ozzie. I still love you.” Ed said, crawling onto the bed to hug the other boy. The kind touch made Oswald’s heart melt. “Oh! I brought you something.” Ed took off the green backpack he had on and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a tub with a raw fish in it. He slid it over to Oswald who wasted no time in opening the tub and starting to eat it.

Ed looked at him a bit sadly “Your parents didn’t feed you did they?”

“How did you know that?” Oswald asked with his mouth full.

“I heard about you putting Bruce Wayne in the hospital, preppy bastard probably deserved it.”

Oswald shrugged, continuing to eat.

“Did you think about what I said? About running away together?” Ed asked. Oswald paused. “Eddie, I don’t know...”

Ed huffed, and lifted up his sleeve. Oswald’s eyes were immediately drawn to the bruises on Ed’s forearm. “I have them everywhere.” Ed said stoically “I’m leaving no matter what but I’d rather be doing it with you.”

“I-I... okay, I just need some time to think.”

“Please, Ozzie. I don’t wanna spend Christmas by myself...or with my father.” Ed pleaded, laying down in Oswald’s lap.

The next day Oswald was once again listening to his parents bicker, being suspended from school he had little else to do, the sound of them yelling coupled with the feeling of the hard floor under him had become so familiar. The light from the sunset hitting the floor was quite pretty though, so at least he had that to look at. He’d stopped paying attention to what his parents were saying until his father said something that made his blood run cold. “I wish we’d gone through with getting rid of him when he was a baby..”

“Tucker..”

“We were right there on the bridge about to throw him in when you suddenly decided you felt bad for him!”

“You don’t have to yell at me! I wish we’d done it too..”

There was a beat of silence as Oswald listened intently.

“Well...it’s not too late.” Tucker hummed.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Think about it, Essie! We could have the house to ourselves again.. Christmas to ourselves.” Tucker was already daydreaming as he grabbed his wife by the shoulders.

“I- even if we were to do it..I don’t even know how to go about something like that.” Esther mumbled.

“The kid’s a pig, he’ll eat anything, I doubt he’d notice if we slipped something into his supper tonight.”

“We could pay someone to dispose of him and be rid of the body by morning...” Esther was daydreaming as well now.

“I have a better idea. I’ve met with a few ‘collectors’ that would pay a pretty penny to have those flippers in a display case.”

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you, dear?”

“You have no idea.” Oswald’s heart was beating so loud as he snuck back to his room he was almost afraid his parents would hear.

Oswald startled a bit at Ed entering his window. “Hiya, Ozzi-“

“We’re leaving.” Oswald cut the other boy off, he was busily packing a few things into a backpack.

“Why the sudden change of mind?” Ed asked, genuinely curious.

“I heard my parents planning to poison me, they said they would do it tonigh-“

Oswald was cut off by his mother calling him down for dinner, he hurriedly finished his packing. “Do we have to go by your house or are you ready?” He asked, grabbing a coat from his closet and putting it on.

“I’ve been ready for weeks.” Ed answered, gesturing to the backpack he had on his own back everytime he came to visit Oswald. Ed suddenly looked nervous “I haven’t actually thought of where we should go....”

“I have an idea.” Oswald assured, taking Ed’s hand.

Ed shivered as he and Oswald entered the abandoned penguin exhibit in the old zoo. Oswald wrapped his arm around the other boy to share body heat, the cold of the place didn’t phase him too much. “Y-You’ve been here before right?” Ed asked. “Yeah, I was running from those jerks at school when I found it.” Oswald lead Ed deeper into the place. Ed startled when he heard squawking behind them and turned to see a penguin. “Oh, I should’ve mentioned there’s still penguins here.” Oswald chuckled. As Oswald and Ed kept walking the penguin followed curiously for a bit before losing interest. Soon the boys turned a corner and Ed was surprised to see a sort of dwelling in a corner of a long abandoned room. There was a mattress with pillows and blankets on it as well as a lantern and a few books. “I...come here sometimes to get away from everything.” Oswald admitted.

Ed stirred slightly from where he’d been snuggled under Oswald’s arm while the other boy read to him. He could hear bells from a clock in town signaling it was now midnight, Christmas Day. “Merry Christmas, Ozzie.” Ed mumbled, sleepily but happily, sinking back into Oswald. “Merry Christmas, Ed.” Oswald cooed, kissing Ed on the forehead.

Guys’ night

Fitzo Kid Anon submitted: I was inspired by some of the asks you’re getting lately/your responses. Hope you enjoy!

(Shadow: Added spacing because tumblr yelled at me for going 'over the character limit per text block'.)

Stolas sat at his dinner table, despondent. Stella was visiting her brother and had taken Octavia along, but she’d stressed that his presence wasn’t required (or wanted) on her little ‘family’ vacation. He’d known he would miss having his little owlet around the house, but thought some alone-time would have felt refreshing. It had, for the first evening and morning, but now it felt as if Stolas had run out of duties or even hobbies in which to engross himself. He could just go to bed, but he didn’t think he’d sleep well.

He looked dispassionately down at the newspaper he’d been reading cover-to-cover to cope with the odd silence at dinner. He was at the entertainment section, which had a large spread recommending nights out for couples. Ozzie’s new host is a crowd-pleaser, promised a headline. A demon in a jester costume was grinning lasciviously up at him from the photo underneath. Stolas put the paper down. The buzzing of his phone was a welcome distraction. But who could be calling him at this hour? Had Stella perhaps remembered his request to wish Octavia goodnight before she was put to bed? Oh. Of course not.

The name on the screen had made Stolas’ pulse quicken, but that only deepened the feeling of guilt in his stomach. He still scrambled to answer the phone. “Blitzo?”

“Heyyyyy… Stolas.” Blitzo sounded like enunciating clearly was taking a bit of effort.

“Is everything all right?”

“What? Why do you think something’s wrong? Can’t a guy just… call to ask how it’s hanging?”

Stolas swallowed. “It just sounds like you’ve been drinking. And you don’t usually call me.”

“Yeahhhh… I’ve just been pretty busy lately, you know. Parenthood. But I’ve got a night off! Spangles is with some babysitters.”

“Oh! That sounds nice!”

“Yeah! Cute couple from an apartment block near mine. Well, the lady is cute I guess. The guy is a total baby-dick-haver and sooo hung up over it. Pretty embarrassing! How do shmucks like that do it? But anyway, they love Spangles. And why wouldn’t they? She’s the cutest little thing in the whole world. Bet she makes them want to pop one out of their own! Good luck with that, though. No way that loser has a decent sperm count. I bet she pegs him. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in that bedroom but he keeps kicking me out of their-“

Stolas interjected before Blitzo could speculate more on the sex life of that unfortunate couple. Against his better judgement, Blitzo was making him chuckle again. He just had such a unique way with words! But Stolas should probably wrap up the call soon. “That’s sweet of them! I hope you enjoy having some time to yourself, Blitzy. It’s important to look after yourself too, you know.”

“Uh-huh. So what are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you free, like, right now?” Stolas’ eyes flitted back to the newspaper. Say no. Say no and goodnight. He won’t begrudge you if you lie about needing to put your daughter to bed. You’re a member of the Ars Goetia. You have a family. Blitzo has a family! You shouldn’t get yourself mixed up in this again. Stolas heard himself giggle and say, “I’m not busy right now, why do you ask?” Perfect. Well done Stolas.

Blitzo’s voice suddenly had a lot more bravado. “Great! I mean, fuck knows we both deserve a guys’ night in, huh? Want to come over to mine?” - This was a mistake. Blitzo’s front room had brightly-coloured party chains on the walls and several empty bottles of cheap Prosecco on the table. There were pictures of baby Spangles on every surface, but none of either of her parents. Stolas had tried to delicately compliment the decorations and ask what the occasion was and Blitzo had scowled and changed the subject.

When he sat on the sofa Blitzo had stared expectantly at him for a few minutes, and now he was gradually inching closer even though the awkward pauses in their conversation were getting longer. “Hey, where are my fucking manners? Can I get you something to drink, big guy?” Stolas had had one more glass of wine than his usual at dinner. He probably shouldn’t mix it with whatever Blitzo had in his fridge.

“Really, that’s quite all right Blitzo.”

“Come on, let me get you something.” Blitzo batted his eyelashes at Stolas, who unwillingly blushed.

“If you insist, maybe just a glass of water?”

“Ugh, seriously. Don’t get all goody-two-shoes on me now, creepy mouth. This is guys’ night! We can both,” Blitzo fumbled with his shirt buttons for a few seconds, then gave up, “let loose.”

“I think you’ve already had quite enough of that. Maybe I could get us both some water…”

“Stolas.” Blitz put his hand on Stolas’ thigh. “I didn’t invite you over so we could sip tea and chat about the weather.”

It took all of Stolas’ willpower, but he stood up and out of arm’s reach. “That’s enough. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.” Blitzo’s heavy-lidded eyes got watery for a second, but then he blinked and schooled his gaze back to what it was.

“Don’t be like that. I know you want to, and there’s nothing wrong with that. My relationship has always been open, so-“ “Mine with Stella isn’t! And regardless, I think your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy if it were me of all people-“

“He’s not my boyfriend! I’m totally going to break up with him, Stolas. Just, when he actually visits, because I’m classier than he is and I wouldn’t do that shit over the phone. He was supposed to be here tonight. He said he would but…” Blitzo was furiously blinking again. Stolas’ shoulders sagged. Much as he wanted to believe otherwise, Blitzo’s resolve to end things with Fizz seemed recent. The babysitter and alcohol and decorations weren’t for his benefit, not originally at least.

“I’m sorry, Blitzy. But we can’t-“ “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. Save it. I don’t need your pity, or your company. I don’t need anyone’s. I’ve got by this long without any.” Stolas reached his arm out in what he hoped was a conciliatory gesture but Blitzo shrank away from it.

“I understand how you feel, but Blitzy, there are people out there who care about you! What about your new friends who are babysitting Spangles? And-“ Blitzo just scoffed.

“They’re not my friends. They just feel sorry for me because they caught me skulking around their apartment. Just like- just like I did with you.” He looked up, and the intensity in his expression made Stolas’ planned reply stick in his throat. “And I never really apologised for all that shit. I’m sorry, Stolas. You were trying to look out for me and the kid and I threw it all back in your face. I guess I still am doing that. Fuck, you’re right. We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

“I still care about you, Blitzy,” Stolas whispered, “And I’ve put what happened in the past behind me. You shouldn’t self-flagellate over it like this. My intentions weren’t exactly pure either.”

“So, you’re saying like, if I came onto you back then, you would’ve gone for it?”

Stolas stammered, well aware that his feathers were puffed up a good few inches more than they used to be. “Well, I- I wouldn’t say- I mean, I had Octavia to think about and- but, I wanted to. I thought you were flirting with me then and I- I liked it. It felt nice to be wanted. Especially by you.” Blitzo looked away again and they sat in silence for a bit.

The tension in the room seemed to reach an unbearable peak. Blitzo scrambled to diffuse it, “Hey, you know, I kind of like your nickname for me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I mean. I’m kind of over the whole Blitzo thing. The ‘o’ at the end is too… clownish.”

“So you’d prefer it if I call you Blitzy?” Stolas’ enthusiasm didn’t seem to make Blitzo cringe away this time.

“Well… I was thinking of just dropping the ‘o’ but, you can call me that. If you really want to.” Blitzy wasn’t meeting his gaze anymore but Stolas could see a distinct change in his expression. He tried again to touch Blitzo’s shoulder and this time the little imp didn’t shrug out of his reach. “I’m not doing this just because of Fizz. I called you… because I didn’t want to be alone and right now you’re the only friend I’ve got. The only friend who’d come and be there for me. So sorry for… making it weird by hitting on you. I’m not gonna just use you again Stolas. I don’t…” Blitz’s voice had been fading ever since Stolas first heard the word ‘friend’. He felt his hand slide up from Blitzy’s shoulder and stop under his chin. Blitz’s mouth had stopped moving now and he looked up at Stolas with wide, unusually vulnerable eyes.

“I changed my mind,” whispered Stolas. It’s just for tonight, he told himself, as he stooped to close the gap between their faces.

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The next morning, Stolas was awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps. He blinked in confusion. Had he overslept? Was that Octavia bounding into his room to wake him up? Wait, his room looked different. He bolted out of bed but didn’t have time to do much else before the door handle rattled and turned. An imp was staring up at him. An imp in a jester hat. He was wearing an expression that Stolas recognised from the last time they had crossed paths. Part disbelief and part barely-contained rage.

Think, Stolas. There had to be something, anything he could say to absolve himself and Blitzy at least a little in this situation. He should at least have the decency to stand and answer up to his actions. The imp was about to speak. Blitzo was stirring on the bed behind them. Visions of the impending shouting-match flashed before Stolas’ eyes and he lost his nerve. “I’m sorry I fucked your boyfriend!” he yelled, as the portal back to the palace closed behind him.

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Shadow: THIS IS AWESOME, HOLY COW. How Blitzo still ends up falling back on obsessing over what he wants even when he is technically in a relationship now, the name thing, how Stolas doesn't want to make things worse but folds when Blitzo's breaking and calls him his friend, and then the ending is great, omg.

Azrael (Draconian boy) x Gabriela (human girl) Ch 2!

Enjoy ch 2!

Gaby spent a good part of the next day choosing what to wear. All seemed too much or too less. What to wear when you want to forget your ex… and try to not crush on someone at the same time?

She messaged the draconian: ‘Hi! See you in the shopping? We can shop and drink coffee! You like cake? :3 ‘

‘See you there Gaby! I can’t wait! Coffee and cake sounds wonderful.’

Ozzie was a nervous wreck the following morning. After going through his entire wardrobe half a dozen times, he settled on a pair of black slacks and a nice shirt with a vest. The layers helped hide where he had to cut holes for his wings. “Well, Casanova you may not be, but you pass muster.” He tried to reassure himself as he left, picking up a single rose from the flower shop on the corner as he left to meet Gaby.

Gaby picked a cute long shirt and some good leggings. Enough to don’t feel she was trying too hard. She brought a bag with the shirt he borrowed from him and a sticky note with a cartoon of her saying ‘thank you ‘ . This is not a date, Gabrielle. Hold your horses. She found him easily in the shopping , he looked very handsome. Damm... Why is this not a date-date? “Ozzie! I’m here! “

Azrael jumped slightly at the sudden call of his name, but brightened when he turned to see Gaby. “Hey Ga-oh wow, you look great! This is for you...” He offered her the rose, heart pounding.

“You look good too. Even if the waiter uniform has its charm. Aw, you shouldn’t have “ she grabbed the rose and gave him the bag “ This is yours “ she smelled the faint perfume of the flower

“Thank you.” He smiled, taking a moment to enjoy Gabriela’s company before offering her his arm. “shall we?”

“ Of course “ she accepted his arm and started walking. Well, it looks like a date.

“Did you want to stop for coffee first, or to look for some cute clothes and get coffee after? “ He asked, practically floating as they walked.

“ Well, i could use some fuel . What about you? “

Ozzie chuckled and nodded. “I’ve been surviving on caffeine lately. Do you have a place you could show me with good bakery as well?”

“ We are the same... Freelance artists are 90% coffee and 10% genius “ she patted his arm “ Lets go to a small bar I know, it’s not usually super crowded and the cake is extremely good. “  She guided him .

“You’re an artist?  I’m a little jealous. I can sew a bit, but that’s about the extent of my artistic ability.” He admitted sheepishly, happily letting Gaby take him where she wanted.

“ Haha , I play the cards I got . I always liked art and make comics and illustrations. I can survive doing it so I consider myself lucky . I bet you have your own talents “ she takes him to a bar that was indeed a little small. It had a menu with a nice selection of cakes . “The  Triple chocolate one is to die for, it’s my favorite, ” she pointed to the menu.

“What comics do you make? Anything I might have seen?” He asked, genuinely curious. As they made their way to the little cafe, Ozzie couldn’t help but smile at how Gaby’s face lit up with excitement. She really was adorable.

“Should we share a piece then with our drinks, or would that be too forward?”

“ Oh, i don’t think so... I took part in some compilations. When I do comics, it’s always a small portion of the job. The rest it’s mostly children’s books. “ She said “ It wouldn’t be too forward , but I warn you we will need to order more “ she grinned “ This body doesn’t maintain with salad “ she joked .

“That sounds like a lovely line of work. You like children, then?” He asked while searching the menu. “Let’s each get some and share then. Variety is the spice of life, after all!”

Ozzie took her joke about her body as a chance to let his eyes sweep down across Gaby’s figure. To him she might as well have been a goddess. perfect curves and a gorgeous face that he had to stop himself from leaning in to kiss. ‘Slow down, Romeo’ he scolded himself.

“ I do, maybe one day I will have one myself... If i found the right person. Not like Mister Perfect “ she made a face .

Gaby ordered some coffee and some pieces of cakes “Strawberry cheese and triple chocolate please. Any preference Ozzie? “

Azrael made a face at the mention of her ex. “He couldn’t be very perfect if he couldn’t see a true treasure right in front of him. You and your hypothetical future child deserve nothing less than a devoted husband and father.” He said without thinking what his words might be interpreted to mean.

Looking through the menu, Ozzie noted a few of his favorite flavors. “I think I’ll go with the Italian lemon cake and red velvet.”

The waiter took the order and walked away.

“ You are an adulator!” She patted his shoulder. She was visibly blushing . “ Yeah... I actually feel better now I’m not with him anymore. The things were pretty bad already between us. I guess the faster I can move from him, the  better” she winked “ At least I have a coffee with a handsome man “ ‘What the hell Gaby... Stop your mouth’.

Azrael couldn’t blush through his scales, but his tail wagged happily when Gaby’s adorable freckled cheeks blushed pink after her compliment. “Is not flattery if it is true.” He laughed, “Just enjoy yourself, Gaby dear. No pressure.”

The order finally came, the coffee was in generous cups and the cake seemed fresh . “ Please, don’t mind me , take from mine if you want, “ Gaby offered and went for a piece of the strawberry one humming pleased “ So good “.

“Only if you do the same.” Ozzie smiled, taking a long sip of his coffee before taking a bite of his lemon cake.

“ I really wanted to ask you... I hope it’s okay. Can you really spit fire? Or is it a full dragon thing? “ She hoped it was okay to ask  about draconian nature .

“Fire? Ah, right… I was smoking last night, wasn’t I?” He ran a hand back through his horns, a little embarrassed. “It is harder for a half-breed like me to breathe flames than a full dragon. Normally it can only happen when I am very angry or upset.” He explained with an apologetic smile. “Hopefully that is not too much a disappointment?”

“ Oh , no! I just was curious... Like how much human or dragon you are... I don’t really know a big deal about real dragons. Like if you need to warm in the sun? Or if you have a reptile tongue? Or do you have dietary restrictions like some reptiles? Oh! I  hope I’m not being rude... “ she covered her mouth suddenly.

Ozzie couldn’t help but laugh. So many people were too afraid to ask these kinds of questions, so Gaby’s curiosity was refreshing. “No rudeness at all. I am happy to sate your curiosity. Full dragons come in three varieties, depending on if they are from Europe, like my mom, Asia, or South America. In my case I am warm-blooded like humans, no dietary restrictions (though a preference for spicy and savory flavors outside of desserts) and...” he looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched before letting his 30cm long forked tongue slide out between his lips for a moment before pulling it back in with a grin.

“ Holly -! “ She felt her mind going to some non very innocent places “ Thats.... Wow “ she sipped her coffee and tried to clear her head . “ Humans feel a little boring in comparison. Would you let me draw you one day? “ She tried to change the subject a little .

“Oh, don’t sell humans short. Human passion and creativity are a marvel compared to just about any other species. That is a great gift indeed.” He said with a reassuring smile. Gaby’s request to draw him was a surprise, though a welcome one. “I would love to pose for you!” He said happily before stealing a bite of her chocolate cake and letting a purr resonate in his chest. “That IS good!”

“ Told ya’ “ she smiled. “And if you need a personalized draw, you can always call me . Like a present for a loved one, your significant other, you just ask “

“Oh, no girlfriend.” Azrael said, before taking a sip of his coffee. Was she trying to see if he was single? “Dragons and most draconians partner for life, so dating is an important matter once it becomes serious.” Hopefully that wasn’t reading too far into Gaby’s words.

“ Oh “ Gavi did a mental happy dance , maybe Ozzy liked her a little? And he was single. That was a relief, at least I can crush in someone that I can have a chance with. ”And how do you scare ladies away? You have the whole package, “ she said playfully .

Azrael’s tail began to happily thump against the cafe floor when Gabi flirted with him. His heart never had fluttered this way for someone before. “Normally the scales and tail do the scaring for me. You are about the first woman to talk to me like a normal person outside of work or family.” He admitted, trying to hide his embarrassment at his own inexperience behind another few bites of cake.

“ No way! “ She said offended “ They obviously never gave you a chance, you are a total sweetie. And everybody it’s different! My mom always told me to not judge people for the way they look , she is latina, my dad is white. That always gets nasty looks . People are just stupid. “ she stole a piece of his lemon cake .

“It is a shame more people can’t be as open-minded as you are, Gaby. The world would be a better place.” Azrael said with a wistful smile, taking her hand without really thinking and kissing the back.

“They deal with bigotry even as a human-human couple. I worry what it will be like when the one who decides she wants me has to go through the same nastiness.”

She felt her cheeks warm “ Any girl would be lucky to have you Ozzie. If people cannot see that, it’s their problem. Hey, let’s better move to a desert island and fund our own country.” She tried to light up a bit.

Ozzie nearly choked on his coffee when Gaby’s surprise joke made him laugh. “Careful, mi amor. That sounds suspiciously like a proposal. Doesn’t that usually require at least three dates?” He teased, trying not to get too lost in the idea of the two of them relaxing on a tropical beach together.

“And thank you for the compliment, Gabriela. You truly are a treasure.”

“ Well... If you need a couple of actual dates, I will not say no. They tell me I make a pretty decent spicy chicken , if you give me the chance to treat you, “ she said, almost purring . Please say yes...

“I would be delighted, so long as I can take you out in return.” Ozzie swore that he could fly at that very moment. Gaby had asked him out!

“ Then it’s settled! “ She asked for the bill and payed “ And i can wear the replacement shirt you will buy me “ she winked “ I hope the cake was at your level Ozzie “

“I was hoping you would let me get you a few outfits, to be honest.” He said with a shy smile, not daring to admit he would prefer to see her in much less clothing rather than more. “And the cake was excellent. Definitely worth using for the wedding.” He added with what he hoped was a joking tone. ‘Don’t get too carried away. You’ll scare her off.’

“ Oh, you are impossible! “ she playfully pushed him “ No need to shower me in presents, mister smooth “ she said and started walking “ I like to give them back “

“What can I say? It is my nature to want to treat my girlfriend well. I’m sure we can find a way to reciprocate.” He laughed, playing like she had pushed him much harder than she had before joining her, his arm draping around her waist as they walked together.

Gaby felt herself too into the draconian man. Her stomach twisted and her heart pounded in her chest. She tried to distract herself by looking at the cloth stores . The mission was to end the day with a smile... And maybe steal a kiss from Ozzie .

“Let me know if you see a store you want to shop in.” It was nice, this little shopping date, but Azrael had to keep reminding himself to not push too fast. He was falling hard for Gabriela, but she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and it would be wrong to pressure her into too much.

Gaby entered in one store and tried a couple of tops, she ignored the white and pink ones for obvious reasons . She even asked Ozzies opinion on the ones she tried . Let’s just go slow Gabriela , let’s enjoy some time together. Yep, just that.

Ozzie couldn’t help but enjoy himself while Gaby modeled her outfits for him. There were several tops that looked very good on her, but one in particular, sapphire blue with a somewhat lower-cut neckline than the others really caught his attention. “It is hard to say, since you are gorgeous in all of them, but the last one is my personal favorite. It shows you off in just the right way.”

“Then I take it! You know how to sell to a lady, ” she happily said and saved the new top for her .

Now the date was almost over and she needed a bit of courage to give one small last step . If she could really do it, a proper date will be a success.

After he had paid the shop clerk for their purchase, Azrael hesitated for a moment. “I know this was supposed to be just a casual thing today, but I really don’t want for our date to end.” He admitted sheepishly, his tail curling around Gaby as they took a moment to rest before continuing on to the end of their date. He had been having such a good time that he dreaded it being over.

She fell on the tail surrounding her. “ Me too, Azrael . It has been too much fun. But I have to go.  Will you call me ? “ She caressed his cheek.

“Of course, Gabriela. It’s a promise... but first, please permit a greedy dragon one last indulgence before his princess escapes.” Before he could second guess himself, Azrael tilted her chin upward with a fingertip and pressed his lips to hers in a tender, longing kiss.

Gaby even surrounded his waist. His kiss was sweet, and she was practically seeing stars . Okay, I’m sold. First real date, here we go. She let herself be putty in his hands, “Ozzie... “ She whispered once the kiss ended. She smiled from ear to ear and got a little distance . “ Now you really better call me! “ She said and waved at him to go “ I’m going to be waiting!”

Gaby went home giggling like a schoolgirl

“Definitely. Today was... incredible. Too good to just be a onetime thing, no?” He purred, dreamily watching Gaby go toward her home.

Ozzie was walking on air for the rest of the day. He didn’t even mind the jokes at his expense at work. Their next date couldn’t come soon enough!

I wasted too much time on this. It got kinda sloppy towards the end too since I finished this up at 5am instead of sleeping.

Demina has her birthday which Fizz had no idea about.

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Demina sighed as she heard her phone start to ring from its place on the bedside table. She had a pretty good idea of who it would be calling so early in the morning, considering what day it was... Sitting upright on the edge of the bed, she proceeded to grab the phone and check the name on the screen. Yep, sure enough it was her father.

"Aren't you gonna answer the thing?"

Demina's ears perked up in response to the sleepy voice behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Fizz still lying on his side within his spot on the bed, eyes half lidded. Evidently the constant noise was enough to wake the robot from his sleep mode.

"It's just dad, not anything important." Demina returned her focus to the phone, waiting- no, hoping that Ozzie would give up soon.

The look on Fizz's face could only be described as a mixture of confusion and maybe even some annoyance as the volume of the ringtone only continued to get louder the longer she ignored it. Even after all this time that they had been together, he still couldn't figure out why Demina was always so avoiding of her father. Well, he knew and yet he didn't know. Family shit was complicated.

Thank fuck the phone finally went silent, save for a single beep which followed right after, indicating a text message had popped up on the screen.

'Please call me when you can, I've got good news!'

Demina made an aggravated groan before she slapped her forehead with her other hand. He couldn't just fucking text her the news?! Now for sure she was going to have to call him back! Meanwhile Fizz had gotten up to sit behind her in a kneeling position, raising a brow as he quietly listened to the bat muttering obscenities under her breath. She angrily tapped through the menus on her phone until she had started a video call, holding the phone out in front of her.

"Hi, sweetie! Happy birthday!" Ozzie greeted her wholeheartedly through the screen.

Fizz's eyes went wide as those words sunk in. It was her birthday? And nobody ever told him?! What the hell!

"Ah, yeah, thanks dad..." Demina tried her best to force a smile, "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, since it's your birthday, I thought you and Fizzarolli might have wanted to spend time together today..."

Fizz leaned around in order to try to look at the phone. Yeah, that sounds about right, if he would have fucking known about it. God, this revelation felt like it was just gnawing at his circuits. He kept his mouth shut for once though so he could hear what else Ozzie had to say.

"... So I arranged for you both to have the day off from work."

There was a long, silent pause as the bat and jester both stared blankly at the screen. Eventually Fizz forced himself into view of the phone's camera by invading his girlfriend's personal space.

Ozzie couldn't help but chuckle at the duo's reaction. "Yes, I hope you two make the most of it."

"I get a day off?!"

"He gets a day off?!"

"How hard did you suck Mammon's dick for thPFT-" Fizz was cut off by Demina slapping her hand over his face.

"Dad, I... I don't know what to say, but... thank you." This time she didn't need to fake her happy expression.

"Think nothing of it, sweetie. Consider it my present to you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some other calls to make."

"Alright, bye dad."

With a tap of her finger on the screen, Demina ended the call. She then turned her attention to the robot next to her, whom had shifted over so that he could sit on the edge of the bed as well.

"Can you believe it?! We don't have to go to the park to... day." She blinked as she realized Fizz was staring at her with what appeared to be puppy dog eyes, "Um... what?"

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday! I thought boyfriends and sex bots were supposed to know about these things, and I'm both of those!"

She sighed at the dramatic response before burying her face in her hands as she tried to find the words to explain this situation.

"That's... that's because it's not my birthday."

"Huh?" There was that confused look on the jester's face again. He tilted his head to the side while he listened, bells jingling.

"It's actually the day dad found me, when I was abandoned." She lifted her head back up, trying to hold that smile as she continued. "My mother didn't leave a clue about when I was born, or where, just... nothing. So they made that day my birthday just for the sake of having one, I guess."

Fizz's expression softened. "Oh Demi!" He threw his arms around her so that he could pull her into a hug, at the same time pressing his cheek against hers in a loving nuzzle. He had heard the story before of how she had been left on Ozzie's doorstep without care, but this only gave him more reason to want to punch her mother in their bitch ass face if by some chance he would ever run into them.

Demina leaned into the affectionate hug, though part of her felt like she didn't deserve it for not telling him sooner. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you about it... I just thought it wasn't important since this shouldn't even be called a birthday."

"Hey it's still a special day for you, so that makes it important to me no matter what it's called." He retracted one arm so that he could take hold of her hand, their fingers intertwining.

"Also you can bet that I'm taking you someplace nice today."

Demina reached up to rub her eyes, not being able to help but sniffle a bit as well. She was starting to get just a tad emotional again, "Fuck, I don't deserve you sometimes."

She then moved to rest her head on his shoulder, stretching her wings out to fold around them both.

"I love you so much."

In turn, he extended one arm to completely wrap it around her waist, pulling her closer so that she was almost in his lap.

"Bullshit you don't, and I love you even more."

At least now it felt like they had all the time in the world to just sit there embracing each other like this.

IT’S A RETURNEE SEASON, BABEY! Y’all know what it means, it’s time for MY OPINIONS!

Tony: TONY MACARONI LET’S GO! He’s won, tho, and he’s very very sneaky, will that make him a target?

Malcolm: OH MY GOD ONE OF MY SURVIVOR HOTTIES HELL YEAH MALCOLM!

Sandra: BOW DOWN TO THE QUEEN OF SURVIVOR! GIVE HER HER THIRD CROWN!

Cirie: Oh my GOD, IT’S CIRIE! Literally if you don’t love Cirie, what the HELL have you been watching?! GO CIRIE GO!

Debbie: I’M CRYINGG IT’S MY GIRL DEBBIEEEEE. LET’S FUCKING GO CRAZY DEB LET’S DO THIS!

Ozzy: YET ANOTHER OF MY SURVIVOR HOTTIES I’M THRIVING BABEY!

Tai: TAI!!!! Yay, I’m happy to see him back, what a good human!

Aubry: MY GIRL AURBY AS WELL!? OH MY GOD I’M EXCITED GO GIRL!

Ciera: MY GIRL CIERA! AAAAAH I LOVE HER SHE’S BACK OH MY GOD!

Zeke: FUCKING KING!!!! ABSOLUTE LEGEND!!!! LOVE YOUR SHIRT, BRO!

Michaela: Fucking YES, she DESERVED IT, I can’t wait to see her go far!

JT: MAH COUNTRY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY don’t go giving away any idols now, baby!

Hali: I...think I remember her, if she’s the girl from S30? But like...uhm, ok?

Caleb: Glad that he’s back and getting his well deserved second shot! Not that I care much about him, but after his evacuation, I’m just happy he’s playing again.

Troyzan: Oh! Yeah, I remember him. Totally indifferent to him, tho.

Jeff: Yay, Jeff! He was very funny in Second Chance, so I’m happy to see him back, hopefully he’ll do better?

Andrea: Ok! Yeah, alright! Can’t say I’m crazy about her, but glad to see her again!

Brad: Oh, it’s Culpepper again, IDGAF sdkjghkjgh.

Sierra: ...Is that TOCANTINS SIERRA? WHO IS SHE SHE’S A BLONDE BUT I DON’T RECOGNIZE HER. IS SHE MY S18 SIERRA?! (EDIT: no, it’s not sierra from tocantins, it’s...i forgot already, the one from the shitty season i think, from worlds apart? yeah that’s her i think)

Sarah: Oooh, Sarah! Ok, cool, not much of an opinion, but fun she’s back with Tony as well!

And that’s the cast! Interesting, interesting...we’ll see how this plays out!

Ok, here is a chapter from my Gobblepot WIP, Oswald Takes the Bullet and Jim Bites It. Summary: Oswald, now Jim's fiance, has been kidnapped by a rival kingpin and Jim is seeking help from various quarters.

Dark Angel in Disguise

Alvarez put down the phone.  He took a deep breath and walked over to Jim and Harvey, who were in the process of talking to Ed.  Ed?  Yes, you read right, Ed.  

It would be a gross understatement to say that Jim had been dismayed to see Edward Nygma - The Riddler - both Oswald’s sworn enemy and, on the flipside,  his own potential love rival - entering the bullpen.  

“What’s he doing here?”  he’d growled, bristling and squaring up ready for battle.  

Harvey had caught hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks.  “Hey soldier boy, stand down now. Stop right there. It’s not what you think -  he’s actually here to help us.”

“Help us?  Ed? The Riddler?  Ed, who tried to kill Oswald?!”

“Yeah I know, Jim, but that’s all changed now, believe me, it's the truth….he’s a friend….he’s our ally now.”

“How come?” frowned Jim incredulously, standing back and putting his hands on his hips.

And so Harvey was forced to explain.   All about Ed, Lee, and the Narrows - and what had developed between them and Oswald.  Meanwhile Ed and Lee stood together in the doorway, looking a tad cautious, at the very least.

“Oswald is funding Lee’s medical centre?”  Jim interrupted, scratching his head and scrunching up his blond brows with bewilderment.

“Yep, but he didn’t want anyone to know.  He didn’t want other mob bosses - well, hrm, one in particular - finding out and thinking he’d gone soft.  But I think your influence is showing, Jim. He really wants to be kinder and fairer to the poorer people of Gotham.  For instance, he decided that only those businesses that can truly afford to pay should be subject to any kind of ‘protection’.  He has a list - of ‘do’s and don’ts, haves and havenots’, that he got his secretary to draw up! No - seriously! Zsasz told me all about it (I’m not sure how impressed he was though, you know how he likes administering the, ahem,  rougher stuff….)”

“But….Harv, if he’s been doing this....it was all done behind my back!  Why didn’t he tell me?”

“He was going to - apparently, so Lee tells me, it was going to be a surprise, for a wedding gift to you….but I thought I should tell you all this now, before you get up to killing Ed.  He and Lee are here to help - honest!”

Jim hung his head and smiled sadly, fighting off the burning tears pricking at the back of his eyes.  It was going to be a wedding gift! His little devil was really a dark angel in disguise….

“Anyway, Lee and Ed are on Oswald’s side, Jim, and therefore on yours.  They just want to help get him back - they have a lot to gain by rescuing him.  And - well, I don’t know if you heard about it, but the two of them are an item now.  I know you’ve been harbouring fears about Ed coming back for Oswald, although as you know I had no idea why you’d think like that - but there’s nothing to worry about there either.  And Lee is happy too, so there’s no need to worry about her anymore either.”

Jim was somewhat shell shocked.  He clearly had a lot of catching up to do.  But he couldn’t afford to get too bogged down in the details - time was ticking on.  

This was all news to him, but he was genuinely pleased for Lee, who he had once thought himself in love with - he still cared about her, and was glad that she wasn’t alone now, and had found a soulmate - even though it happened to be Ed Nygma, or even The Riddler.  

He was also highly relieved that there was no immediate danger of Ed taking terrible revenge on Oswald - or somehow deciding that he was in love with him after all and making a desperate play for him.  He knew the latter was highly improbable, and he also knew it was irrational and paranoid of him even to entertain worrying about it - but his deep-seated guilt about the way he’d treated Oswald in the past still made him feel that he didn’t deserve his little gangster’s love, and so losing him to someone else didn’t feel impossible.  

He just couldn’t help his stupid insecurity, even after many reassurances from his pretty fiance on the subject. These words could be sweet and soft or petulant and impatient, depending on little Ozzy’s mood at the time, but they always carried the same message:   “It’s you I’m marrying and you I love, Detective, I keep telling you that…..you really need to believe me!”

But for now, all that really mattered was getting his future husband back again safe and sound - to be protected by his loving arms, never to leave them again - whatever that took.

Jim had, of course, not lost any time in roughing up Gasparo Carrara to try to beat out of him any information that could lead to finding the whereabouts of Oswald’s prison.

“You think you know me? You think I’m playing?  Think again! You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Jim had growled, as he’d grabbed stubborn, smug-smiling Carrara by the throat and rammed him up against the wall.  He’d squeezed hard on his windpipe - very hard - choking him, then loosened his grip again, but continued to keep a very firm hold on the scumbag’s neck.

That had sure wiped the smile off his face!

Carrara had pleaded, spluttering,  with Harvey to intervene, “Can’t ya *cough* do something about this?!” he’d begged, throwing up his trembling hands in terror.

Harvey had just stood there, folded his arms and shrugged.

“Well - I would,” he’d said, “I mean - speaking for myself, I couldn’t care less if you talk or not - but Jim here, well, he has a personal stake in all this, so I really can’t be held accountable for what he might do.  Besides, how do you think I could stop him anyway? I mean, he’s clearly in much better shape than I am….I’d be no match for him!” He patted his belly. “Right?” he laughed and threw up his hands.

This was the ‘bad cop disinterested cop’ scenario they liked to practise from time to time, and it tended to be pretty successful.

However,  sadly Carrara could tell them very little, despite Jim’s skilled mastery of fisticuffs and fierce menace.  It appeared that Enzo didn’t even trust his ‘right hand man’ with all of his important intel. 

Carrara had not been told the whereabouts of the hideout - he was genuinely clueless.  

Even after Ed had stepped in, with Barnes’ begrudging blessing, to use his own ‘unique brand of persuasion’ he had emerged an hour later proclaiming, “Nope!  He doesn’t know anything I’m afraid! By the way, I think he might actually need a change of shorts….just thought I’d mention that….and...someone needed with a mop here, people, ewwwww….”

However, Ed’s skills weren’t going to waste.  He got to use his creative interrogation methods on any potential ‘leads’ Harvey and Jim happened to unearth in Gotham’s dark underbelly - in addition to his forensic skills, which had come in handy in checking out the tyre tracks by the old armoury.  Now at least they knew what make and model of car Enzo had used to get there before making that tormenting phone call to Jim. Yep, a Mercedes S-Class, what were the chances with a mobster….

“Anyway, I’d better skedaddle - I have forensic work  - and other, erm, stuff that won't wait,” Ed said with a wink, lifting his glasses meaningfully as he spoke.  “Anyway, gents - now we’re here - how about this one? What’s red and….”

“Erm, thanks Ed.  Off you go then, you have urgent work to do - right?” Harvey cut in sharply, jerking his head pointedly towards the door.

“Oh - um - ok!”  Ed shrugged, smiled toothily, and dutifully skedaddled off, Lee intercepting him just as he reached the doorway.  She slipped her hand through his arm, stopping him in his tracks, turned to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled round at her and said  “Awww. Neat!” They hurried out of the building hand in hand.

“Erm - Jim…..”

Jim turned round and saw Alvarez looking at him with the kind of expression that a messenger had just before he was due to be shot full of arrows.

“Alvarez?”  

Jim swallowed hard.  His heart began banging so hard and fast  it could almost burst out of his chest.  

“Jim...I just got off the phone with Gotham General…um….”  Alvarez’ brows tensed and he paused, glancing at the ground for a moment.  He licked his lips, cleared his throat and shuffled his feet awkwardly.

Jim just stood and stared.  His powers of speech failed him.

It was the look on Alvarez’ face - it sent a chill through him.

“What is it Alvarez? Come on, spill.”  Harvey instinctively spoke up and moved forward, ready to support Jim in case it was the ‘worst case scenario’....God forbid….  

“They -  erm, they admitted someone answering Oswald’s description..and...he has Oswald’s wallet and ID on him….so it looks pretty positive that…..”

“They found him!?”  Jim’s heart leapt for a moment, he found his voice again, and his eyes opened wide with hope - then he saw Alvarez’s expression hadn’t changed, and his heart sank again.

“Alvarez, for God’s sake tell me.  Is he…..?” Jim stopped and swallowed hard.  His world just seemed to stop turning for a moment.  He just couldn’t complete that sentence.

“No Jim, he isn’t dead.”

Jim breathed again, his head became light, his heart started beating again.  “Not dead, not dead..” he thought, “Thank God….not dead!”

 “But.. Jim....Jim, Oswald’s been shot - I mean, badly - and they say his condition is critical.  You need to get there asap.”

The whole bullpen was alive with speculation after the phone call and Jim’s response, and his and Harvey’s hasty retreat, had been witnessed.

When they found out what had happened every one of them was rooting for Jim and praying that Oswald would pull through.

“Oh Sandy, I feel for him so much!  I hope Oswald’s going to be ok!” Walters confided in her close female colleague and friend, Sandy Smith.  “I just want to give the two of them a huge hug, y’know?”

“Me too!” Sandy agreed.  “I hate that Enzo with a passion.  He’s a monster!”

“Same here.  Let’s hope we nail this bastard, and get justice for our boys.”

The journey to the hospital was the kind Harvey had hoped he would never again have to make.  

Jim sat silently, staring straight ahead at the moving road with haunted eyes.  His face was white as chalk. He kept playing distractedly with his seat belt. 

His pain and anguish was tangible and there wasn’t  a damn thing Harvey could say that would help. All he could do was be here for Jim.  It was the very least, and only thing he could ever do.

That other time, that time he hoped would be the last, when Oswald’s life had been in the balance,  the little gangster had rallied. Of course he had. Oswald Cobblepot led a charmed life. Everyone knew that!

Back then, Harvey had been in the first throes of dismay at the revelation that Jim was actually involved with the last person on this earth Harvey would have expected - or wanted - him paired off with.  

But now, it was different.  Harvey hoped fervently that Oswald’s customary resilience - and good luck - would prevail.  This time, it might be a bridge too far - he hoped Oswald’s luck hadn’t finally run out. He hoped for that more than anything.

He felt a pang in his heart that was genuine, and very deep - for both of them -  that hadn’t been there before.

He hoped to God Oswald was going to pull through.  It would break Jim’s heart if he didn’t, and a broken-hearted Jim was the last thing in the world Harvey would want.

Besides, he’d written a frickin awesome best man’s speech that really shouldn’t  go to waste…. 

68 Quotes I Enjoyed From 2019

Below are my favorite quotes from 2019. Though most occurred throughout the year, some took place before but were encountered during.

1) “I don’t bitch about Millenials.

John Entwistle once complained that he didn’t understand rap. Pete Townsend said, ‘It’s not our job to understand it. It’s our job to get the fuck out of the way.’

New generations come of age. The older generation’s job is to shut up and adapt.” - @danagould

2) “I can’t do drugs with you until we kiss.”

3) “If you pay me $50 I'll show up to your funeral but stand really far away, holding a black umbrella regardless of the weather, so that people think you died with a dark and interesting secret.” - @DanaSchwartzzz

4) “A human being is a dangerous thing to let loose in a room with itself, when it cannot think.” - Roger Ebert

5) “There are no bad bourbons, only better bourbons.” - Dave Hernandez

6) “You can’t put a dollar in a kimono.”

7) “This is how it was.” - rampant takeaway from watching ‘Superbad’ several years after its release

8) “What if I had been born fifty years before you in a house on the street where you lived / Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike / Would I know? / And in a wide sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize” - Ben Folds, ‘The Luckiest’

9) “Learn the rules so you can break them.”

10) “Nobody makes chili for two.” - Stacy Massey

11) “‘Best city in the world,’ I mutter to myself, as i adjust my ‘driving blanket’.” - Chicago resident Deanna Belos, during the 2019 Polar Vortex

12) “Dude, no one’s ever got arrested for listening to Counting Crows.” - Ricky O’Donnell, justifying late night music volume at his party

13) Bill Belichick: We’re going to have fun tonight. Rob Gronkowski: Yes we are. We deserve it. Belichick: You’re damn right. Gronk: I haven’t stepped out in like eight months. I gotta step out tonight. Belichick: I’m with you, man. I’m even going to step out. Gronk: Oh, I like it!

A Super Bowl winning exchange.

14) Center David Andrews thanked Bill Belichick for giving him "a shot".

Belichick disagreed with it.

Andrews: Thank you for giving me a shot. Belichick: A shot? I didn't give you shit. You earned it! I don't give anything.

Another Super Bowl winning exchange.

15) “We elected one of the very worst living human beings to be President, and it's exhausting. Each and every day, it's an exhausting slog, just to exist in a world where that's true.” - Michael Schur

16) “Some of y’all always picked Odd Job when you played Goldeneye and it shows” - @thedad

17) “Any app is a dating app if you try hard enough.” - Z.W. Martin (though he says it’s lifted)

18) "Once you're as woke as I am, you learn to feel bad all the time.”

19) “Everything’s a balance beam when you’re 90.” - John Dingell

20) [I wake up in a world where The Beatles never existed]

Me: Check out this song I just wrote

[I begin playing “Ob La Di Ob La Da” without having first built up years of goodwill]

Crowd of people: Wow, this sucks ass

-- @seanoneal

21) “People change people.” - Corey Matthews, Girl Meets World

22) “The easiest thing to do on earth is not write.” - William Goldman

23) “Dan could be like a difficult uncle. I didn’t love his fire-breathing conservative politics. I didn’t love the transformation that came over his novels. In Semi-Tough, he created two benighted Texas jocks and laid their prejudices bare. He was declaring himself a member of the Mark Twain coaching tree. In later books, Dan seemed to be trying to prove he could still tell a racist joke. He insisted that his memoir—the last truly immaculate piece of writing he delivered—include a tirade against political correctness. When his editor said people might be offended, Dan said, ‘Fuck people.’

There are certain writers whose style you pilfer. Certain writers whose moral fiber you try to inherit. For me, Dan represented a third category: a writer whose aura you replicate—or, failing that, try to stand in for a while.” - Bryan Curtis, on Dan Jenkins

24) “Never marry anything. Never choose. Even in love, it's better to be chosen.” - La Dolce Vita

25) “An uncluttered, uncomplicated happy ending might sound wonderful, but it’s hardly ever satisfying. Because the value of great stories lies in the tension between desire and need, between the yearning for the ideal, and the unshakable conviction that ideals don’t really exist, at least not the way we want them to. A great story should hurt a little when it leaves us. There should be some hope, but that hope should remain somewhere just an inch beyond our fingers, because that’s the truth. Even if you had all the perfect moments in the world, you’d still be reaching.” - Zach Handlen, on the Futurama series finale

26) “You can’t see him because he has sunglasses on.” - Alissa Levy

27) “The cinema is the greatest art form ever conceived for generating emotions in its audience. That's what it does best. (If you argue instead for dance or music, drama or painting, I will reply that the cinema incorporates all of these arts).” - Roger Ebert

28) “‘Are you gonna let politics ruin a friendship?’ 

Yes tf I am

People talk about politics as if it’s this isolated, abstract concept that only matters at election time. Somebody’s politics is their world view. It’s whether they think certain human beings deserve rights. It’s how they think the world should be. And if somebody thinks that the world should be colder, meaner, less accepting and downright hostile to people that are different to them, then sure as fuck is the friendship over.”

29) “Can the Supreme Court get me mushrooms?” - J-Papp

30) “Any song under two minutes already has a head start on its way into my heart. Just scream at me and then leave me.” - Drew Magary

31) “Long neck cold beers never broke my heart.” - Clemson Tom

32) “I’d just like to point out that the last spoken words of Game of Thrones were: 

‘I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.’”

- @Authoroux

33) “Just once before I die, I want to toss my keys to someone and tell them ‘Bring the car around’.” - Mike Skully

34) “For all the weight they're given, last words are usually as significant as first words.” - Grand Maester Pycelle, Game of Thrones

35) “The best remedy for unrequited love is a trip around the world.” - Cheers

36) [on switching from a hotel to a motel]

Manny: I don't like the sound of that. A lot of amenities disappear when an H turns into an M. Jay: Hey when I met you, you were eating cereal out of a bucket.

-- Modern Family

37) “You and Lindsey don’t want to be ‘estranged’. Estranged is the relationship we want to have with our mothers.” - MegFil

38) “Cigarettes are undefeated.”

39) “My toes are like my fingers on my feet. I can pick stuff up with them.” - Tracy Cunningham

40) “Republicans govern without shame, Democrats shame without governing.” - Bill Maher

41) Sam: I don’t understand the vagaries of the Internet Josiah: Post often, without thought, and you’ll either get cancelled or cancel someone else.

-- Blink-155

42) “Hang a lantern on your problems.”

43) “What a weird web we weave.” - The Situation, The Jersey Shore: Family Vacation

44) “Let the ocean worry about being blue.” - Alabama Shakes, ‘Hang Loose’

45) “Honesty without tact is cruelty.” - Shelley Rokos

46) “My whole life is the wrong porn link.”

47) “One parent can take care of 10 kids, but 10 kids cannot take care of one parent.” - Joe Gestetner, via “an old Yiddish saying”

48) “There are no heroes in the room.” - Classics of Love, ‘Gun Show’

49) “If I am a little dismissive, it's only because of my harrowing backstory.” - Mitchell, Modern Family (on why he doesn't like sports)

50) “Every time I’m wearing black, I meet a dog.” - Tracy Cunningham

51) “Shower sex? Why would I fuck in my crying chamber” - @chridollarsign

52) “My theory about quarterbacks, having written about some of them, is you either have to believe in god or think you are a god.” - Mina Kimes

53) “The contradictions of capitalism always manifest in our lyrics if you look deeply.” - Blake Schwarzenbach of Jawbreaker, Riot Fest 2019

54) “Got a ‘hang loose’ from the weakside bartender.”

55) “It’s Jennifer’s birthday always.” - Eric Hutchinson 

56) “I can’t think of a less relevant artist in 2019 than Kanye West. A Jesus freak in a MAGA hat. Yeah, congrats dude -- you’re every grandma who watches ‘Young Sheldon’ and mails checks to Joel Osteen now.” - Dan Ozzi

57) “The past and future are in the mind. I’m in the now.” - Tom Brady, via someone else

58) “Sometimes you walk around boring places and you feel like the most exciting thing in it.” - Drew Magary

59) “Sitting is the new smoking.” - Modern Family

60) “I'll straight up fight folks at a book club and discuss books at a fight club I really don't give a shit anymore.” - George Wallace

61) “Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.” - Rose Garvey via wine country

62) “It’s all ‘ok boomer’ until you need someone who can drive stick shift.” - @OrdinaryAlso

63) “He likes the result of the math.” - Dad, talking about my worst subject frustrating during the process but satisfying in the end

64) Stepmom: Do you want a Bears urn or Alabama urn? Dad: Ask me after they play Auburn.

65) “A cold body carries a warm heart.” - Stefanos Tsitsipas’ Instagram, after his Iceland sabbatical

66) [preparing a dish called the Sandwich of Justice with his friend’s recipe]

"The fun thing about it is when you give it to someone, you can say 'Justice is served.’ That's, uh, Ryan's line. I built my whole life on the backs of my friends." - You Suck At Cooking

67) “Usually three people can keep a secret only when two of them are dead.” - The Irishman

68) “An artist can't control who consumes their content any more than a chemist can control how their chemicals are used once they're created.” - Brian Crooks

Might headcannons be given for that dimensionally displaced Xanxus and Qrow?

Qrow due to his bad luck has concerns about transportation -it stems from an issue caused by his luck back when he attended Beacon and he has not forgotten his first bullhead crash or any of the subsequent ones for all that the latter ones tend to include flocks of nevermores- and so he prefers to hoof it or just fly on his own wings.

So while he’s perfectly able to have extended trips in the wilderness, he’s not exactly prepared to travel with a kid -much less his own- because the problem in staying out in the wild is that there’s no alcohol. Otherwise he has days he’s sober and he’d rather not.

Tai gets cut off from what he’s saying when Qrow closes his scroll and turns it off; that way he doesn’t have to deal with his scroll bugging him when and if others call him.

“Friend?” His kid -Xanxus- asked him, eyes serious. Honestly there was no telling when or how he happened to procreate but he’s been to Vacao before within that timeframe so it’s plausible. Of course people move around too, not just huntsmen or students, so yeah. Especially around the Vytal festival, as that’s the only time Vacao looks like it has more than a farce of government and law. That would place the kid about eight or so then and Qrow still in Beacon.

“Yeah, practically a brother.” Qrow said as the math paints him to have become a father while a third year; there he was, a shining example of responsibility and a credit to Beacon’s name.

It is a series of coincidences that could only be attributed to luck, attribute bad of course.

-

Xanxus has no idea what he’s doing here.

Actually that’s a lie; he’s exploiting a resemblance for resources. Beyond that? He hasn’t a fucking clue but he’d like one.

He has an idea of what to do in the future -find Byakuran Gesso and make his counterpart suffer- but it’s the here and now that are a bit lacking in details. He’s been surviving but surviving won’t cut it, and certainly won’t let him find Byakuran Gesso by anything but luck.

And as he doesn’t have the means to find Byakuran Gesso or the ability to traverse dimensions -even just mentally- he’s stuck here in this world where everything is just not… it’s not home, even if home meant a castle full of crazy assassins. 

He knows everything is too fresh and too raw -time spent here was not nearly enough time to do any grieving- for him to convincingly pretend to be a kid or age-appropriate, so he’s going to not do so. Not like he was dumb either. He’s picked up on enough to pass but he’s not going to paint himself into a corner either.

“So we going somewhere or are you going to get drunk?”

“Isn’t that what a person does upon learning that they’re a father?”

“That’s only when the woman tells him and he’s happy about.”

Qrow just finishes his drink.

-

Qrow let things lapse into silence and decides that he ought to see about procuring some lodging for him and his newly found son.

That was still a trip to even think about.

Secure in their paid for rooms, Qrow decided he needed to figure out exactly what he needed to do… as soon the kid stopped investigating the two bed box-like room. He was looking at the window, no the latch. It was one of those twist latches. Then the door lock and even the hinges before investigating the small and cramped bathroom off the side. More investigating the door.

Escape routes?

He heard the he bathroom door latch and lock, before he heard the shower kick on. Can’t fault the kid for his priorities there either.

-

Xanxus when he arrived in this world with the fucked moon had actually arrived with the clothes on his back; they were just far far too big for the size he was.

And they would have been such a hindrance to him, more than being barefoot would have been. Cannibalizing his shirt had at least given him something to wear. And then he’d burned his uniform after stripping off his weapons, ammo and the command braids. He’d turn those into proper hair accessories later.

He’d eventually reached a proper town, only to find it deserted and destroyed but at least he’d lucked into proper clothing, an okay rucksack to put his weapons and some other supplies in. He’d learned a bit about the world, like how the language was English which he brushed off as parallel world nonsense. Oh and a map.

Still he let the grime and sweat wash off before scrubbing down. Then after changing into one of his few spare sets of clothing, he went and washed his old clothes in the sink too. Using Flames for something as mundane as drying laundry was ridiculous but easy.

Combing his hair with his fingers, he took his bag with him. “Bathroom’s open.”

-

“I’ll get a shower in a bit. Let’s talk.” Qrow said, as nicely as he could. “How long you’ve been on your own?”

“A while.” Which, yes Qrow could figure out. And did the kid need that many knives?

Good knives, his inner bandit voice said, appreciative.

Kid at least knew how to take care of his weapons, his inner huntsman voice said.

“So, how’d you figure out how to use your Semblance? The fire thing you were doing?”

“I wanted to burn someone’s face off, so I did. Got a problem with that?” Unsaid that if Qrow did, the kid would never respect him or listen to him for a long while, if ever.

“He deserve it?” Qrow asked instead.

The kid -no, Xanxus, someone who had killed someone intentionally would never be a kid again- nodded and Qrow let that be it.

“Alright, gonna take a shower myself and then tomorrow we’ll make our way towards Vale.”

And of course the water was cold.

—-

No headcannons at the minute; just fic. Gotta plot more for headcannons to happen.

Kinda toying with plot ideas at the moment (Ozzie, Team STRQ’s implosion, Raven running off) but when and if I send Xanxus to Beacon, he’s going to lead Team BLSH. Because reasons.