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Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)
♫ Summary: News from an old friend had you wondering if Eddie's sour mood had turned downright destructive. (4.9k words)
♫ CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, misunderstanding, coming out, vandalism, parental conflict, poverty, jealousy, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)
♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult
chapter seven: offense and defense
Your version of a truce came in the form of wallpaper panels and a bucket of glue.
You’d placed it on top of the canvas sheets that would protect the floor from any spills, though it wasn’t as if that was presentable, either. Still, you would be grateful for the splash of color rather than the stripped down walls that only highlighted the motel’s defeated aesthetic.
Like lipstick on a pig, your cynicism taunted, but one that you’ve stuck on a spit to roast.
Your fingernail picked at a small groove in the desk’s wood as if digging a hole to bury your anxiety. Despite the police sirens blaring in the distance, all you could hear was the sound of the mailbox clanging shut, trapping your acceptance letter and effectively sealing your fate.
Your breathing sped up and sent your heartbeat into your ears, inching you towards a point of no return where the world became hazy. Suddenly, Eddie’s mood was irrelevant; you just needed a distraction, even if that meant contending with his strangely defensive attitude.
But when eleven o’clock rolled around, a full hour into your shift. there was still no sign of him. You’d give him another thirty minutes before you knocked on his door; he had a job to finish, after all.
That was all it was: ensuring he earned his keep, preventing him from becoming the deeply feared charity case.
In the end, there was no need to intrude on him. Eddie shuffled through the lobby not even fifteen minutes later, seemingly without the intention of stopping to greet you. He looked straight ahead as though any eye contact would burn his retinas from the inside out. His tattooed arms were on full display in a black tank top, the holes cut down nearly to the waist. A chain hung off the side of his jeans, gleaming even in the harsh lighting. The whole outfit was a far cry from the sweatpants he’d donned during the wallpaper removal.
“Eddie?”
He stopped but still refused to glance in your direction. There was no use ignoring the confusion in your voice; he didn’t even bother waiting for the formality of a question. “Y-Yeah, I, um…I gotta run some errands.” His teeth dug into the inside of his cheek at his pitiful excuse.
Errands just before midnight? He certainly wasn’t dressed to make a last-minute dash to the corner bodega, nor would that take all night.
He was lying; that much was obvious. What evaded you was why. Was he embarrassed about his outburst at Eisen’s? Angry at you for freezing him out during the ride home?
“What about the wallpaper?”
“Oh. Right.” He softly chuckled, the kind that someone gives when they’ve been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Tomorrow, I promise.”
He didn’t stick around for further questioning, letting in a cool evening breeze when he barreled out the front door.
Aggravation clenched your fists. His lackadaisical approach to work was infuriating enough, but the way he’d attempted to sneak past you had you seething. Did he truly believe he could camouflage himself and walk out unnoticed?
The untouched wallpapering materials mocked you, taunted your optimism. Or perhaps it was naivety. You’d all but told him to piss off last night, yet you expected him to flounce into the lobby, eager to work alongside you–and only you–for the next few hours? The thought alone was so pathetic that you were glad no one else had been around to witness it.
You hoisted the panels and glue back to the supply closet, gripping them with palms slick from embarrassment and frustration. Tonight could have been an opportunity to clear the air about the Ben fiasco and resume your usual lighthearted conversations. His brusque laughter didn’t showcase the subtle dimples that pressed from the corners of his mouth into his cheeks, so unlike the genuine smiles that reached his eyes. Those warm eyes like chocolate chips on a summer day, except they melted you with each foray into his past, each glimpse into what made him, him.
Without them, the night was stagnant.
Amy’s Cafe was a favorite among the student population, especially during finals week. The coffee was usually burnt or weak, but it was cheap and conveniently located near campus, so it stayed afloat. Overworked baristas slid filled-to-the-brim mugs and to-go styrofoam cups to the edge of the counter, hissing espresso machines punctuating the pop music that was piped through the sound system. Exactly the kind of music Eddie would hate.
Eddie. He must have had an extensive errand list, because he still hadn’t returned when your shift ended. Your chest ached with a sadness that burned hotter than your curiosity. You no longer cared what he was up to, just that he preferred it to spending time with you.
Ben already sat at a small table when you arrived, the steam from his cup rising up and fogging his wire-rimmed glasses. He offered you a weary smile, one wrought with fatigue and a nervousness you couldn’t quite place.
It wasn’t until you plopped into the seat across from him, careful not to spill your own coffee, that you noticed the gray crescents below his eyes that weren’t there on Sunday. Stubble coated his cheeks and chin, more five o’clock shadow than beard, and you were hard-pressed to remember a time he’d seemed this disheveled.
“You look like shit.”
He raised his brows as he blew on his tea, sending tiny ripples through the citrusy-mint blend. “You sure know how to flatter a guy.”
Between the usual end-of-semester stress and whatever issues were simmering between you and Eddie, you lacked the patience to beat around the bush. “Seriously,” you insisted, “what’s wrong?”
Ben’s sigh held immeasurable weight, and you quickly understood why. “Eisen’s was vandalized last night,” he said quietly.
“What?!” Your blood ran cold. The mental image of the always-pristine shop abruptly destroyed marred your psyche.
He nodded. “Yeah. We empty the register at night and put the cash in a safe, so they didn’t get any of that,” he explained, a small consolation. “But they smashed the windows and graffitied the place. All of the shelves, our whole inventory…covered in it.”
“Is everyone…is your family okay?” If the alarm had sounded and Uncle Mo or Aunt Tam came running in…if the intruder was carrying a weapon…
“We’re fine,” Ben assured you. “I mean, we’re all pretty shook up, but no one’s hurt.” His bottom teeth scraped along his upper lip. “I swept up most of the broken glass after the cops left, but it’s gonna take a while to scrub off the spray paint.”
“I can help,” you volunteered without hesitation. “I can swing by on Thursday afternoon.” There were no formal classes this week; you just had to drop off your paper and then you could go to the shop.
“Thanks.” Ben kept his attention focused on his mug, dunking the bag aimlessly through the hot liquid. “Um, was your, uh, boyfriend with you last night?” When you wrinkled your nose, he elaborated. “That Eddie guy. He’s your boyfriend, right?”
You shook your head and tried to ignore the internal fluttering spurred on by the thought of Eddie being your boyfriend. “No. He just works for us.” Thirty-six hours ago, you would have referred to him as a friend, but you didn’t know if that was still true.
Ben cocked an eyebrow. “You sure? Because he seemed pretty…” He searched for the right word, “...territorial over you.”
Territorial. As if you belonged to him. The notion was almost humorous, considering his desperation to avoid you at all costs. If you were his property, he must be a very hands-off landlord.
“It’s not like that. He just gets competitive.” You filled Ben in on the wasp nest saga, even managing to pull a few chuckles out of him.
“Okay, fine.” Something in Ben’s tone informed you that he didn’t quite believe you, but he pressed on, both of you well-aware that your love life wasn’t the most urgent issue. “But was he around last night? Hanging the wallpaper or something?”
He wasn’t. You wished more than anything that you could offer an alibi, but you didn’t have a clue where he was.
It’s a big city; there were millions of places he could go besides Eisen’s. And yet you couldn’t name a single one, your throat bone-dry despite just taking a sip of coffee.
“N-No, but he wouldn’t—”
“I’m not saying he did,” Ben interjected, firmly but not unkindly. “It’s just, I dunno, a little suspicious that this guy comes to our shop for the first time, hates my guts for some reason, and then the place gets destroyed the next day.”
There was no denying how strange it was, especially coupled with his poorly explained absence. Something inside you insisted that it wasn’t Eddie, and you clung onto that hope.
“I’ll talk to him tonight.” Bitterness churned in your stomach and crept up your throat, and you knew it wasn’t from the coffee. Was there anything about the way he’d been dressed that provided insight into his whereabouts? Anything he’d mentioned in passing?
Despite scouring the depths of your brain, you came up empty.
Ben exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut like he was actively trying to forget the memory of the break-in. “Everything was completely smashed. Like someone took a baseball bat to it or something.”
You flashed back to last week when Eddie went after the wasp’s nest with Phyllis’s bat. Did he ask her to borrow it again?
Stop it, you silently scolded yourself. It couldn’t have been Eddie. He might be hotheaded, but that didn’t mean he would destroy Eisen’s.
Except he had trashed that hotel room because the manager issued a noise complaint. He’d seemed proud of it, laughing as he retold the story, like he’d carried out some meticulously crafted revenge plot.
Shit.
“You’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” Ben asked again, ripping open another sugar packet and dumping it into his drink.
“Positive.” Certainly not now when you were barely on speaking terms.You didn’t have time for a relationship; school and work kept you sufficiently busy.
Not that you wanted anything going on with Eddie. What would you even do together–go on dates at six AM after your shift? Hold hands across the lobby desk? Steal kisses in the supply closet? The two of you making out amongst piles of linens and a rusty toolbox? Your fingers tangled in his hair and your lips pressed to his; his hands gripping your waist and tugging you impossibly close? You couldn’t allow yourself to even consider it a possibility, to allow yourself to want it.
You noticed Ben giving you a wry smile, like he knew something you didn’t, and you snapped back into reality to volley a question back to him. “What about you? Meet any cute girls in dental school?”
His unexpected cloudiness didn’t match your breezy, teasing tone. “No cute girls.” He paused, mulling over his words for a while before talking again, so softly you could barely hear him over the muzak playing over the café’s sound system. “There were some cute guys, though.”
The admission hung in the air for a moment while you slowly absorbed it. Cute guys, not girls. So Ben was—
A soft throat clearing grabbed your attention; he was anxiously awaiting your response.
Reaching your hand across the Formica table, you draped your fingers over his and left them there. “How did you…know?” You winced at your own awkwardness. “Sorry, I meant, like, is this something you figured out recently? Or did you know back when we were kids?”
Ben laughed lightly, his shoulders sagging with relief. The worry of rejection left his eyes as he spoke. “Part of me always knew, I think. I just didn’t have a word for it.” He sighed, his breath trembling with residual nerves. “It’s not like we grew up talking about these things.”
He was right; you couldn’t recall a single time that his parents or yours discussed non-heterosexual romantic relationships. A man and a woman get married and have babies. The end. No mention of when two men or two women love one another.
“Have you told your parents?”
“No.” His voice caught, throat blocked with emotion, and he cleared it again. “I wanted to wait until I finished school and got my own place. Y’know…just in case.”
He didn’t have to finish his sentence.
“Would they really do that?”
He shrugged, his shoulders once again bearing the weight of the unknown. “I don’t think they’d kick me out,” he admitted, “but they’d definitely be disappointed. Like they did something wrong.”
“You know you can always stay with me if you need,” you said. “I’ll set aside a room for you.” Far away from Eddie’s, you added silently.
Ben’s smile was tight but genuine. “After all of these years, nothing’s changed.” He let out a hoarse laugh. “Does it get exhausting, being the best person ever?”
He was joking, trying his best to shift to a lighter tone, but the accuracy of his question had you temporarily reeling. You weren’t the best person ever, but it was exhausting constantly trying to be. He must have sensed that he grazed a nerve, his eyes softening as he leaned in. “You okay?”
You nodded, your head suddenly acquiring the heft of a boulder. The sound of the mailbox clanging shut and sealing your fate reverberated in your ears. And then Eddie had seen, had cleaned your smudged mascara so warmly that your skin simmered at his touch. Those same fingers might have grasped a can of spray paint or and wielded a bat with the intention of ravaging an innocent business.
“You always were a terrible liar.” Ben said. He knew you too well, a blessing and a curse. “C’mon—a secret for a secret.”
His permission had your own confession slipping from where it had been tucked away and spilling into the conversation. “I’m majoring in psychology and I’m going to study social work at NYU.” When Ben offered you a confused look, you humbly elaborated. “And, I mean, I know it’s not the same thing as your situation, but I haven’t told my parents about it either.”
The shame burned you, flames nipping at your neck.
Ben drummed his fingers against the mug’s handle, his nails making a soft cling. “The motel…” he trailed off, mutual understanding replacing the rest of his words.
Neither of you said anything else for a while, only taking small sips of coffee until you mustered up the energy to speak again.
“I don’t think they’d kick me out either,” you said, “but that might not matter. Without me to take over, they’d have to sell the place anyway.”
Ben thought for a moment. A teardrop of coffee trickled down the lip to the base, staining the white porcelain with a hazel streak. “Whatever happens, I’m here for you.” It was his turn to hold your hand, enveloping it in the comfort that can only come from a lifelong friend. “And if worse comes to worst, you can always bunk with me. As long as Eddie won’t mind,” he added with a mischievous edge.
You rolled your eyes as the heaviness evaporated. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Am I?” He raised his brows. “You didn’t see the look on his face when I hugged you. I thought he was gonna knock me into tomorrow.”
“Whatever,” you said evenly, swiftly pivoting the subject to his own romantic endeavors. But the image of Eddie getting upset when Ben hugged you tugged at your mind for the rest of the conversation. You’d initially thought he was irritated about Ben encroaching on his job, but the hug came well before the offer to help.
Trying to figure out Eddie Munson, you realized, was like jamming a puzzle piece where it didn’t belong. He would remain an enigma until you found the right spot.
Afternoon bled into night, the overcast skies resulting in a noticeable absence of stars. Rain had been threatening to fall all day, but the humidity still bogged down the clouds when Eddie walked into the lobby at ten-thirty.
“Hey,” he said, raising one hand in an enthusiastic half-wave. His eyes met yours for only a second before pulling away. “I’ll just grab the paper from the supply closet.”
You tossed him the key and he caught it, clenching it in his palm. He smiled, victoriously but fleetingly once he realized it wasn’t being returned. Defeated, he trudged over to the closet. You normally would have followed and helped, but you were held down by what you knew–what you might know, you reminded yourself.
“You, uh, didn’t set up,” he said, shaking out the drop cloth and positioning it against the molding.
“Didn’t know if you had another secret errand to run.” The retort left your lips before you could stop it, and you pinched them together in a belated attempt to quell your anger.
Eddie bristled, his brush halfway in the vat of glue, but he quickly composed himself and got back to work. You focused your attention on your essay, scanning it for the millionth time in search of misplaced commas or missing words.
Perfect. It needed to be perfect.
Silence once again overtook the motel lobby, broken only by the sounds of Eddie slicing the wallpaper at the edges, not bothering to measure before adhering it to the exposed plaster, and the outside traffic.
You were comfortable with the prolonged quiet, though admittedly less so than before Eddie arrived a few weeks ago, but it must have gnawed at him. He started humming after only fifteen minutes, an unfamiliar tune, smooth in some places and staccato in others.
“Are you still mad at me or something?”
You loathed the way his voice startled you, your mind too deeply buried in your paper. It caused you to look up and lock eyes with him. His question was wrought with frustration, though you couldn’t tell if it was directed at you or at his own inability to decipher the situation.
“No.” Yes.
Eddie sighed and continued working. “Well, if you change your mind, just know that I’m sorry.”
His apology brought back memories of his previous attempt—though ‘attempt’ might be overstating it, and you didn’t want to bite back your response. “It isn’t me you need to apologize to.”
He didn’t bother turning to you when he spoke. “You’re talking about that Bill guy?”
“Ben,” you corrected him, willing yourself to unclench your jaw, “and yes. You were rude to him for no reason.” You pushed aside Ben’s explanation, an improbability in itself.
“I had a reason.” Venom dripped from each word. “Trust me, I could’ve done worse things than hurt his feelings.”
And as his grip tightened around the brush, one bluish vein bulging in his forearm, you remembered how gleeful he’d admitted to trashing the hotel. How Ben had said that Eisen’s looked as though someone took a baseball bat to it.
“The store was vandalized last night.”
All of the oxygen in the room evaporated. Eddie’s unamused chuckle, low in his throat, fissured the silent tension and made it palpable. Real. “And you think I did it.”
“I never said that.”
But you and he both knew that you didn’t have to; the slight tremor in your voice giving away your true intentions. Even if you weren’t outright accusing him, your tone had too much bite to be conversational.
He threw the brush to the ground and it landed against the cloth with an audible thud. “Whatever.” Another grim laugh, each step towards the desk had your heart sinking further into your chest. “Y’know, I’ve already had a pretty shitty week, and I thought talking to you could turn it around. Should’ve known better.” He wiped his palms on his blue jeans and procured a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting one and taking a long drag.
You could only imagine the restraint it took for him not to exhale a cloud of smoke directly in your face.
It was a replay of the situation with Izzy’s mother, the assumptions that steeled you against her before you’d ever met and had you painting her as a neglectful parent. Her palpable worry was a slap across your face, and you felt that same sting now with Eddie.
Ruined it. With one stupid comment, you’d obliterated all of the trust built between you.
“Excuse me, but I have a very busy evening ahead of me,” he said, pointing the cigarette in your direction like an accusation of his own. “I’m supposed to commit arson in fifteen minutes, and if I have time, I might just murder someone.”
No doubt you were at the top of his list.
The realization of your mistake released an anchor of guilt down your stomach. You should have trusted your instincts, should have immediately eschewed any notion that he was the culprit.
You hated yourself for even considering it a possibility, let alone a probability.
“For a sophisticated city girl, you sure remind me of the small-town pricks I grew up with,” Eddie continued, spittle gathering at the corner of his lips. Rage burned in his eyes. “Guess none of those textbooks taught you how to ask questions, huh? Like, ‘Eddie, where were you last night?’ That might’ve been a good start.”
His words were submerged in a poisonous vitriol, purposefully launched with the intent to maim. And yet they weren't inherently aimed at you. Not all of them, anyway.
In that moment, you were everyone who had ever accused him of a crime he hadn’t committed. You were the security guards who ‘kept an eye’ on him when he went shopping, the middle-aged women who scowled and clutched their pearls at his tattoos, the people in his hometown who wrote him off as a devil-worshiping freak.
Guilty until proven innocent.
The fingers on your left hand slotted between the gaps on your right and pressed into your palm, a distraction from the lump forming in your throat. Crying was not an option, it exposed your vulnerability and opened you up to further ridicule. The only thing worse than Eddie using your tears against you was if he took pity on you; there was no way you could handle that level of humiliation.
“Eddie, I—”
You’d finally found your footing in the conversation, and it was promptly clipped. “Just assumed that I was off breaking and entering. A little blue collar crime is nothing new for trailer trash like me, right?” He shook his head in faux disbelief. “Is this how you’re gonna treat your clients?”
That final comment was a lit match that ignited a powderkeg within you, and since you refused to shed a single tear, it exploded in the only other way possible.
“You,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, no longer caring about whatever professional boundaries you might be crossing. Those had flown out the window once he’d purposely dredged up your insecurities. “You are the one who bailed on your job with the lamest excuse I’d ever heard and expected me not to get suspicious.” Your heart beat double-time, pumping raw anger in lieu of blood. “And you are the one who bragged about trashing a hotel room when the manager had the audacity to enforce a rule.”
Eddie took a small step back, your biting reply an arrow to the gut. Perhaps even he felt it, too; the way he’d taken his tirade over the line. Gray flakes fell from his cigarette and onto the desk, the ashy clump having grown too heavy for gravity.
You weren’t done, despite his apparent surrender. “You’re not my client. And I’m not Nancy Drew, so don’t act like I’m responsible for solving your bullshit mysteries.”
His nostrils flared as he regained his composure. “Asking a question isn’t—” a door creaking open and subsequent irritated footsteps halted his retort. Both of you broke eye contact to watch as Phyllis padded up the hallway and into the lobby. Irritation accentuated her smeared-lipstick frown, and she pulled her robe across her body, tugging on the belt in frustration.
“I don’t know what this little lovers’ quarrel is about,” she hissed through clenched teeth, dragging an arthritic finger between you and Eddie, “but it’s killing the mood. So if you could wrap it up, we’d greatly appreciate it.”
You nearly choked on your tongue, and pink splotches decorated Eddie’s stubbled cheeks.
“We’re not—”
“It isn’t—”
But Phyllis had already stalked back to her room, never one to keep a gentleman caller waiting.
Neither you nor Eddie said a word for a few seconds, the heat of embarrassment still nipping at your bodies. A lovers’ quarrel? Phyllis clearly had a convoluted sense of romance if she thought you and Eddie were lovers.
Eddie shattered the silence first, mumbling something nearly unintelligible about needing an ashtray. The dam that restrained your snarkiness had apparently buckled and burst, because when he turned to leave, his back to you, you called out, “see how easy it is to tell me where you’re going?”
He stopped, the cigarette between his fingers now ash down to the filter, but he didn’t turn around. His voice was low in his throat, a slight tremor as he spoke. “That’s real rich, coming from the person whose parents think she’s going to school for hospitality.”
That was low, but unlike his comment about accusing your future clients, this one was true. There was nothing you could say in response, no rebuttal would suffice. You hated the way words stilled in your chest, wishing you could fling insult after insult about his failed music career, but you were simply too tired.
You managed to stave off your tears until he had fully rounded the corner, burying your head in your hands to muffle your sobs. Pathetic. That’s what you were: a pathetic mess, bold enough to start an argument but too cowardly to finish it. And so there you stood, elbows digging into the wooden desktop until splinters pierced your skin, the distance between you and Eddie growing with each passing second.
Holding your own with other guests was usually second-nature for you, but other guests weren’t Eddie. They weren’t hanging around the lobby and asking you about your hopes and dreams. They weren’t willingly offering up their most vulnerable selves just to reassure you. They weren’t tagging along on errands and turning ordinary subway rides into small adventures.
They also weren’t sneaking around and making watered-down excuses, then painting you as the bad guy for doubting their intentions.
Half of you ached to apologize; the other half wanted to toss him and his trash bag luggage to the curb and not look back.
Warm tears slid down the slope of your nose until you tasted their salt on your lips. Stopping them seemed an impossible task, your mind hovering above your body like a separate entity altogether. Your breaths were jagged and uneven, an irregular pattern of shallow inhales and strained exhales.
There was no sense in throwing yourself a pity party, not when you got yourself into this mess. If you were going to wallow in your own misery, you could at least be productive while you cried.
Eddie had barely started the re-wallpapering, so cleaning up was not a daunting task. You rolled the paper back around the tube, keeping it tightly wound for easier transport. It was clunky; you had to adjust it twice in the short distance to the closet, but you managed to get it there with it unraveling.
A gentle scrape across the desk made you peek out from behind the closet door, your red-stained, swollen eyes landing on Eddie once again. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lower lip, his fingers clenched around the jet-black lighter you hadn’t noticed he’d left behind.
He saw you, too, his lips forming a tense smile.
“Forgot this,” he said, holding up the lighter with a little shake. The jaded lines of his face softened when he clocked your tear-streaked cheeks, and that minor show of sympathy had you eager to crawl beneath a rock.
You waited for him to say something, anything, but he just let his gaze fall to where you were twisting the lid back onto the glue. Tucking the cigarette behind his ear and covering it with a curtain of curls, he hoisted the bucket and brought it back to the supply closet.
“Thanks.” It was safe yet genuine, not an invitation for a conversation nor a dismissal.
Eddie shrugged. “S’fine,” he lisped, the cigarette placed back between his lips as he lit it. “Needed to clean up anyway.”
Optimism—whatever you could muster up of it—rattled against your ribcage like a prisoner yearning for freedom. If he cared about cleaning up, maybe that meant he was going to finish the job another time. You didn’t dare ask him, only nodding your head in acknowledgment.
Friends fight, right? Your nagging need for reassurance poised the question on the tip of your tongue, but your fear of looking desperate anchored it there. I didn’t ruin everything, did I?
The flick of the lighter sparked a flame, Eddie’s hand protectively cupped around it. “Well, um, g’night,” he said, giving an awkward half-wave.
“Good night.” Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. But you didn’t manage that addendum, and Eddie retreated to his room.
When you slept that morning, you dreamt that he turned back around.
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https://youtu.be/OqEE_A93LmI?si=ezkuA4pJ671stUKh huey to newtwo with hand in the cookie jar
More like Pig to any of them
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yeah, more of these…
Batboys x reader feat. living together bc I don’t see enough headcanons about that (in some you’re a super and in some you’re not)
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Dick Grayson/ Nightwing
We’re imagining a Matt Murdock style Manhattan apartment, with entire walls made of murky glass, limited amount of walls within the place, very nice. It’s in Blüdhaven (:
There are two bedrooms. The two of you live in the smaller one and the master is for superhero stuff
All your tech, suits, files, medical, all that
The ceiling in your room is glass!!
The doggo is a black German Shepherd with a white patch on his chest that looks like the Nightwing symbol, which is the entire reason you got him. His name is Eagle :D
No matter where you work, the two of you take your lunches together every day and get coffee before work if there’s enough time. You picked this place because it’s close to both your jobs, obvi
As far as decor goes, there are a few high-humidity plants, neutral and blue tones, and cool metal
It’s always humid in your place for the plants, but it’s nice
Rainforest vibes, especially when it’s raining
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Jason Todd/ Red Hood
So many books
All the books
Everywhere
Y’all’s live out kind of in the middle of nowhere so it’s easier to retreat and lay low when necessary
Bout an hour out of Gotham
That’s Albus Dumbledore, the Great Dane
Alby for short cause she’s actually a girl but Jay wasn’t budging on that name
Kitty is Angelica
Anyways it’s nice and quiet out there, no city noises or being constantly worried about a stray bomb being thrown in a window
Every goddamn cup or container in your house is a mason jar
Plates and bowls are literally just hammered out sheets of scrap metal
It’s an aesthetic tbh
Plenty of succulents
Anyways the library? Massive
The kitchen? Top of the line
Maybe you two live out in the middle of nowhere, but no way in hell do you pass up the opportunity to abuse Bruce’s money to build a kickass house with all your favorite things
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Tim Drake/ Red Robin
Tim wanted to stay close to Bruce, as he is still a Robin
So y’all’s are only like a ten minute drive from the manor
Two doggos!! Rapunzel and Rella. They are both trained service dogs for anxiety and PTSD, for you and Tim both. Damian helped Bruce find them for you when the two of you moved in :DD
You have a smaller apartment, but it’s close to the top of the building and you actually get to see the Gotham sun sometimes
Whenever Rella or Rapunzel knows Tim’s been on his computer too long, or you’re hyperfixated on a case, or neither of you have slept in a while, they’ll drag you away from your work for a walk or a nap or food
Da best guard dogs :3
MOVING AWAY FROM THE DOGS
The house has quite the modern vibe going
Bright colors, cool shapes, sensible uses of space
Yes, the loft king bed is a real thing
Although sometimes you guys end up sleeping in the living room with a blanket fort bc your dogs can’t follow you up the ladder
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Damian Wayne/ Robin
First and foremost: Playdough’s rainbow spots are just dye; she’s fine I promise
Dami brought Titus and Alfred, obviously, but sadly Batcow had to stay at the manor. The condo building owners didn’t like the idea of that; a Great Dane is barely allowed as it is
The other cat is Cookie!! She’s nice but you and Dami tell everyone she’s mean so when they get affection they feel all warm inside [:
Keep in mind these guys are the only permanent ones- you foster all kinds of animals, including more dogs and cats, chinchillas, guinea pigs, rabbits, birds, even a bat once
Dami also had to stay close to the manor for Robin purposes. You guys are a few minutes away
There are little weapons and med kits and snacks (human and pet) scattered all over your place
Everything is so dark at your place so bloodstains are less noticable
(Dami tends to stumble through a window at like four in the morning, potentially with stab or gunshot wounds and bleeds all over the place)
If you’re a nurse, the stitching up came easy
If you’re not… you had to learn pretty fast
But hey it’s not all bad you’ve got four emotional support animals and a giant tv to watch Nat Geo on
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Vet Bills and a Sick Kitty Boy
Hello all, over the past month and a half I have incurred some medical bills for my cat Alistair, that while one bill hurts but isn't world ending. Multiple have put us in a bind.
Our Total: $430/$1176.86
My Paypal: tielfingriley or paypal.me/tieflingriley
The Story:
So my sweet yet very hungry boy Alistair, had been having stomach troubles. He's 12 years old, so not uncommon for a cat his age, and he has always had a bit of a sensitive tum, but this was different. He was projectile vomiting mostly water, and I had noticed he was loosing weight. He is a long cat, and his healthy weight sits at 15-16 pounds.
So we take him to the vet and the do a initial blood panel with a special panel to check a for a heart protein, it is here that I learn my asthmatic cat also has a heart murmur! But because of the special check it had to be sent to THE ONLY LAB IN THE US THAT CHECKS FOR IT, which meant it was pricey
Good news, blood came back fine. His heart and kidneys weren't failing but he was still vomiting water at this time. At this point we were moved to a different vet who noted his long term tum issues. Informing me that long term inflammation can lead to Gastrol Intestinal Cancer. (Maybe) They only DEFINITIVE way of checking was to slice him open and do biopsies, which wasn't ideal. Instead we opted for an Ultrasound, it would check for inflammation, which would say absolutely yes or no on inflammation, but would still be a maybe on the cancer (however its the same treatment either way). But could also check Liver, Pancreas, and Gallbladder. I of course chose this because it was far less invasive to the boy. Alistair did need to be sedated. He isn't a violent cat, but he is a squirmy noodle.
This is when things got really spicy for us financially. You see this happened RIGHT before my birthday. Like legit I found out my cat had maybe cancer the day before. And my husband a few weeks prior had bought me a rather nice gift of storage drawers? IDK what you would call it but furniture for my art supplies to be stored in. It was a bit pricey but I was having a rough time and a history of astronomically shitty birthdays. (As you can see, the universe has a sense of humor)
So the Ultrasound came back. Yes there are signs of inflammations, so cancer is still a maybe. However, what had the doctors eyes and was concerning her more was the pancreas. It was, extended and incorrect. She believed that it wasn't producing a enzyme to help break down food, particularly fat, for absorption. Essentially, on top of the inflammation, Alistair was slowly starving to death. However before just popping some pig panceas pills inside my boy, she wants to make sure. So more blood work, TO THE ONLY LAB IN THE US OF COURSE, an another bill.
Now we are waiting on this information. He is on some pro and prebiotics that have stopped the vomiting entirely. However his weight is still quite thin. I am unsure if we will have more hefty bills. For reference a checkup at this vet is 50 bucks. So normally its not to rough on us, and check up plus vaccines is 100 which is a planned event. None of this was planned to say the least.
AND NOW THE SAPPY SHIT
Alistair saved my life. I know logically getting a cat as a means to not kill yourself isn't the best thing to do, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Ive had him since September of 2012. I love that fluffy biscuit stealing bastard with my entire heart. I have a tattoo on him on my arm, my first and currently only tattoo. Because of him, I was able to live a longer and healthier life and I want that for him.
Despite being a cat, he loves biscuits, potato chips, and the tops of muffins but only the tops. He can and will open cookie jars for cookies. I have explained he is an obligate carnivore and he has explained like a good southern he cant turn down a carb.
He will fist fight you for cheese. Love to play fetch with a hair tie. Isn't a lap cat with the exception of me. LOVES NAPS, and likes to watch Markiplier.
He's a very good boy with separation anxiety, and tummy issues who just wants to nap and eat and I think we can all relate.
Oh...and he has a little mustache
Thank you to all who donate and to everyone who spreads the word to help us get out of this debt.
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Speaking of babies I could imagine Amber trying to nick some cookies from a cookie jar only to open it and find pidge in the jar having already eaten them
I did something like that awhile back where Amber used Pig to steal the cookies XD
Pig doesn't like sweet things much lol
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Chubby Pigs Cookie Jar by Nan Hamilton
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[Candy Addicted Urogi] [A Au Hantengu clones headcannon story.] :D
Whats this?! Another Headcannon story starring Urogi! Yall are getting lucky today :D
Urogi snuck out of his brothers bedroom. Giggling as he went to the pantry.
Urogi can be heard opening and closing several pantry cabinets all at once, tossing and flinging everything inside everywhere. He was desperately looking for something to devour. This goes on for a good couple of minutes before he found something that piqued his interest…
His big brothers. Sekido, Karaku and Aizetsu heard him.
Karaku was the first to enter the kitchen to see his cute little brother opening the cabinets
"Urogi.. What are you doing here? It's past your bedtime you know~?"
Sekido entered the Kitchen a few moments after Karaku
"It appears that our youngest brother cannot contain himself from eating sweets.. It seems to be a regular occurrence for him, as I've seen it happen so many times before."
He let out a low Hmph. He wasn't pleased.
Karaku chuckled and walked over to the pantry door. He was also interested with what his brother have
"I wonder what the little bro is after. Perhaps it's cookies?"
"Cookieeeees!!" Urogi yelled excitedly. He turned around, holding onto a big jar of cookies with both hands and shaking it around, causing the cookies to fly everywhere. His face was a mess with crumbs and flour all over his golden hair. "I got them~!" Urogi's happy shout quickly turned into a muffled laughter as his big brothers came over. He tried to hide his cookie jar…
"You little miscreant. Why did you have to disturb us during our sleep? You just had to wake us all up for this."
Sekido let out a heavy sigh and groaned with irritation as his face showed an expression of annoyance.
"You are lucky that I'm on the best of my behaviour, because if it were any other day….."
Sekido's voice trailed off for a moment, while he thought of what to do with this situation.
"C-come on! I'm sorry! You all know I love the cookies so much!"
Urogi whined, placing the jar of cookies on the top shelf and covering it with the towels as he tried to hide it. He was trying to divert his big brothers' attention with something else instead.
Sekido sighed as he looked up at Urogi
"We'll give you a pass this time, but please consider sleeping when we do aswell. Also, don't you think you should've thought first before doing this? Now you're trying to hide the evidence…"
He said in a soft manner. His voice then changed to his rough and intimidating tone as he glared at the jar of cookies.
"Hand it over now…"
"Urogi… We can see the jar of cookies you know."
Karaku said, while his eyes widened
"Hiding isn't going to solve anything~"
He giggled childishly before walking over to your jar and taking it from you
"You know you can't handle yourself at times~"
"Hey! Stop taunting meee!"
Urogi pouted with his arms crossed and a sour facial expression, pouting loudly that he got caught red handed with the evidence. When Karaku wasn't looking, he shoved two cookies in his mouth and proceeded to smile and nod innocently.
Karaku laughed and smiled with an impressed look on his face. He was a little too naive to be upset about this. Karaku was also quite fond of his little brother, he didn't show it at times but he really does love him the most
"You're one sneaky devil aren't you, Urogi~?"
"Urogi, you little Fatass! Stop being a pig and have some self control! You don't realize the amount of shame and trouble you cause us in the mornings due to you not being able to contain your gluttony!
This is why we have a shortage of sweets all the time! You're nothing but a disappointment and a pig. You are NO different than a greedy human at this rate."
"Oh my.. That was a little too harsh for the little brother don't you think, Sekido? You know how sensitive he is."
Karaku sighs loudly while he shakes his head
"Urogi isn't a pig. He just needs discipline and guidance to be on the right path. You should know that because I had to discipline you before when you were young, remember?
Karaku giggled at his brother
Sekido sighed. He stopped scolding Urogi for a moment and turned his attention to the other brother that was currently present.
"Aizetsu, what do you want? What's wrong with our brother…"
His voice trailed off for a moment as he looked at Aizetsu. His face was expressionless and his blue sapphire eyes stared at him.
Karaku notices Aizetsu and looks genuinely worried about him. He turned away for a few seconds, but he walked over to the sad boy and placed his hand on Aizetsu's shoulder
"Sweetie.. What's wrong? What's going on?"
He smiled at Aizetsu and leaned against the wall. Karaku was also quite fond of Aizetsu, out of all the siblings. He had a soft spot for him.
Aizetsu was holding his medicine. He was having hard to swallow it.
Karaku smiled and walked over to Aizetsu and took the bottle from his hands
"Let me help you with that, baby~"
Karaku's voice grew soothing and calm as he took the bottle and opened it for Aizetsu
"Open your mouth for me. Wiiiiide~"
Aizetsu opened his mouth wide, not making a sound as he did. His expressionless face looked at Karaku for a moment, before looking away with such melancholy expression on his face. His eyes were filled tears up to the brim.. He seemed to be crying silently..
Karaku then put the medicine inside Aizetsu's mouth.. He gently patted his head as his voice became gentle and soothing.
"Here you go, sweetie. I know its difficult, but you have to swallow it, okay?"
His eyes seemed to be full of concern and worry as he stared at Aizetsu. His facial expression changed from being calm to gentle as he continued gazing at Aizetsu.
Urogi was secretly watching in the background as his big brothers gathered around to take care of Aizetsu.
"I think it's time to eat those cookies now~" he thought.
He was tempted to come over and share the cookies with Aizetsu.. But he stopped himself since Aizetsu was already feeling unwell already.
"I'll just save these for later.." he mumbled to himself.
Karaku then stroked his head softly as he waited for Aizetsu to swallow the medicine. He kept his smile as he gently looked at him
"Come on baby. You can do it~ Take your medicine~ That's right~"
He smiled and chuckled softly, trying to hide his feelings about what was about to happen. Karaku knew what he had to do.. But he just can't seem to bring himself to do it.
Aizetsu slowly swallowed the medicine.. His tears continued to flow down from his face as he was in so much pain.. He then closed his eyes slowly and let out a quiet sob, tears trickled down his face and onto his shirt as he looked at his older brother.. His face remained neutral and expressionless.. He then opened his eyes again looking at Karaku, his eyes filled with such sorrow. His lips trembled, but he did not speak..
"Urogi… Stop being such a glutton. And stop eating so much. If you keep eating so much, you're eventually going to become fat.. What will you do then? Hm? If you get fat, I'm the one who has to deal with you and it'll be a pain in my ass. I'll just end up grounding you from eating any sweets until you learn your lesson."
Sekido let out a heavy sigh as he sternly scolded his little brother once again.
Urogi let's out loud whines and stomps on the floor in frustration
"I'm not fat!! You know you all spoil me and pamper me like a big baby so I just end up getting whatever I like. But it's fineee because you all love me so much, don't you? I'm the cutest and the bestest and the brightest and the prettiest out there!~"
Urogi giggled with his eyes wide, throwing a tantrum. Karaku was carrying Aizetsu, thus the little brother was left unattended.
Karaku was already getting pretty annoyed by Urogi's whining. Although it came off as pretty cute and innocent, he really couldn't bear to watch this any longer
"Urogi, I've had enough of this. Be a good boy and listen to me, okay?"
Karaku put Aizetsu down for a moment and placed him on his bed. He quickly walked over to Urogi and picked him up, placing the little kid on his shoulders
"Now listen up brother, You must go to bed immediately. No more sugar this night, alright?"
Urogi suddenly started struggling and squirm around as Karaku placed him on his shoulders. He let out loud cries which were loud enough to wake everyone else up.
"NO!! Don't take away the cookies!! You can't do that! I want to eat my cookies! I don't want to sleep! I'm not tired~!"
His face started turning red as he threw a big tantrum. Karaku was carrying him around as he struggled to get his way.
"Urogi you fatass little bastard! You need to eat healthy food! You just have a sugar addiction and you need to quit it to be healthy! I've had enough of you constantly eating those unhealthy things! GO ON A DIET UROGI!!"
Sekido's face filled with anger as his voice boomed throughout the whole mansion. His pupils also changed into a more hostile expression.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR UNHEALTHY LIFESTYLE YOU FOOL!! GO ON A DIET NOW OR I'LL FORCE YOU!!"
Urogi stopped his tantrums as suddenly he went quiet. His facial expression changed and his eyes seemed to be full of fear and regret.. Karaku can literally hear his little brother's heavy breathing as if he was feeling so scared and intimidated by Sekido's voice and his words.
"B-but… You guys said I'm the cutest and the prettiest and the bestest.. You guys always call me that. Why are you suddenly being so mad at me? W-what have I done wrong? B-but I only eat sweets once in a while..!"
Aizetsu woke up.. He stared at his older brothers arguing and yelling, his face was filled with confusion, concern and sorrow.. He then let out a soft sigh and turned his attention towards his oldest brother, Karaku.
"Karaku.. It's loud here.. Why is everyone yelling..?"
His voice was so quiet that Karaku had to strain himself to hear him clearly.
"Everyone please stop.. Your voices are hurting my head… Please.. Be quiet…"
Urogi was still sitting on Karaku's shoulders. His eyes were a little bloodshot from all that crying that he just did. Sekido's harsh and loud voice terrified the little brother. As he looked at Aizetsu and heard his soft and gentle voice. Urogi quickly wrapped his skinny arms around his older brother's neck, trying to get him to hug him.
"K-karaku.. Please stop.. S-sekido is s-scary.. P-please.."
Karaku got startled because of the sudden hug and he smiled at Urogi
"It's alright, little brother. Sekido is just getting a little too worried about you, thats all. You know he has a tendency to overthink sometimes."
Karaku then looked over at Aizetsu with concern on his face
"Aizetsu sweetheart, are you okay? You're looking a bit pale and your voice sounds weak.. Is it the medicine you're taking? Is it too strong? Are you feeling sick?"
"B-but.. S-sekido was screaming at me and s-saying all these mean things.. A-Am I really doing wrong by eating this much sugar? I thought you guys said I'm the cutest and the bestest and the prettiest."
Urogi was holding onto his big brother tightly in his tiny arms.
Aizetsu slowly nods his head.
"I-I'm f-fine.."
He said in such a weak voice. It seems like the medicine he's been taking is getting too much for him now..
"Aizetsu! Go back to bed. Now! And everyone else go to bed too! I've had enough of this nonsense already! Everyone is so goddamn loud!! You two! (Refering to Urogi and Karaku) Get your asses to your rooms right now! That's an order!!"
His voice sounded irritated as he got frustrated by everyone else being so loud. He just wanted them to go to bed and get some rest.
"Alrighty! Alright! I'm going to bed! I can't handle such a loud house! It's like being in a daycare!"
Karaku laughed as he placed Urogi on his bed gently. He was about to walk away before he remembered something.
"Oh, sorry, Urogi. You're getting a time out. Don't come out, understand?"
He smiled and left the room
"I'll see you later, brother~"
"Good! I hope you all get a good night's rest. And Aizetsu, please, get some rest. You look so exhausted and pale after all of this."
He chuckled and sighed.
"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. Goodnight. Sweet dreams."
Sekido turned off the lights and shut the door to his room, ready to get some good rest himself.
Aizetsu was still awake but had his eyes closed and was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
He was in quite a pain and was feeling rather drowsy from taking his medicine.. His eyes had bags under them as he remained silent and expressionless.. He had a sad expression on his face… He was starting to fall asleep soon..
As everyone got to their rooms. There was one faint sound of a small laughter that could be heard..
"HAHAHA! You guys won't get any sleep tonight because of me."
Urogi giggled excitedly to himself as he placed the sugar back under his bed. He was filled with glee as soon as he thought about eating his cookies tonight. He looked at the door to Sekido's room.. He felt tempted to sneak into his brother's room to eat the cookies, but Sekido might catch him.
"Heeheehee!! I'm gonna have my fun tonight, and nobody's gonna catch me doing it!~"
in the morning. Sekido woke up to see his entire bed frame on the ceiling. He fell down. Hitting his face on the floor. Grunting angrily.
"OW! WTF!! WHO TOUCHED MY BED FRAME?! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!"
He growled as he got up and brushed off the dust. He was pissed off at whoever touched his bed frame. He then walked up to his door, but he stumbled a little due to hitting his head on the floor.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BED? WHO MESSED WITH IT?!"
Karaku woke up to see a smelly sock on his face.
"EW!! WHAT THE HELL?"
He screamed and threw the sock off his face
"Who did that?! Who put their smelly dirty socks on my face?!"
He said with a disgusted look on his face, before he yawned a little
"W-what's the time? Is it late?"
"My god, what happened to the bed frame? And I smell a gross stinky sock. And who stole Aizetsu's teddy bear? What the-
He sighed as he felt his head hurt a little due to the fall.
"Who did this? I swear, I'm going to find out who was the one who messed with my bed frame."
He said quietly and walked up to his brother Karaku.
"Hey.. Karaku…"
Aizetsu was looking around the room for his teddy bear.. His expression was filled with sadness as tears started flowing from his eyes.
Urogi felt proud seeing his big brothers so confused and worried. He felt like a criminal who just got away with a crime. He giggled and hid himself underneath the window.
"Hehe~ I know what they need~ they need more cookies to calm down.."
He chuckled, as he pulled out a cookie from his pockets and placed it in his mouth.
"Aizetsu.. Where's your teddy bear? Why are you crying again?"
He looked worried as he tried to get Aizetsu to explain what was happening
"Who took your teddy bear and messed up our beds??"
He then turned to Sekido
"I heard a loud bang earlier, what happened??"
He then suddenly screamed out of surprise as he got an idea of what might have happened.
"I was about to fall asleep, and then I felt like… Like, somebody just lifted my bed out of nowhere! And then when it fell back, the whole frame landed on my face!"
He looked really pissed, but he wasn't as mad as before. In fact, his face was slowly getting a smirk..
"Damn… I'm getting a strong feeling that it's that little brother of ours who's behind all this.."
Urogi giggled and smiled widely as he continued to secretly eat his cookies behind his brothers.
"I wonder who is doing all this~ Hehehee! I wonder who can it be~"
Urogi giggled to himself
"I sure hope he stops before they find out~ Oh well.. They are taking so long.."
Urogi giggled once again
"I'm sooo bored~ Hehehehe~ I think it's time to annoy them some more~"
"T-teddy bear where.. Teddy bear where.."
He kept repeating the words as tears kept flowing from his eyes. His expression continued to get more sad and depressed after every sentence.
"Where is teddy bear? Teddy bear please come back…"
His voice was so quiet and weak that it was hard to hear him as he sat there and continued to cry.
Sekido looked really pissed off again as he noticed Urogi eating cookies. Karaku was already trying to comfort Aizetsu and that only made Sekido pissed more
"Urogi… STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING IMMEDIATELY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT ANY MORE SUGAR!!
He shouted and growled, sounding really annoyed. He could care less what Urogi was doing right now. The second Karaku saw him, he ran to his brother and snatched the bag of cookies off of him.
"Now now, Urogi. Just calm down and let me be with Aizetsu for a bit. You already have your fair share of cookies to eat at night, don't you? Don't you?~"
Karaku chuckled softly as he rubbed his little brother's head gently, calming him down. He then turned to Sekido
"Aizetsu needs some comforting, now isn't the time to be angry and stressed from the little incident. Go take a shower or something, that smell of yours isn't very pleasant~"
"Karaku… I want more cookies.. I'm soo hungry.."
Urogi sounded really sad as his big brother didn't even let him have his cookies. His face turned really red as he stared at his cookies getting snatched away from him.
"I- I still want to eat more cookies! Why can't I eat more cookies?! Karaku! Give it back! Give me more cookies!"
He begged and screamed really loudly as he held onto Karaku's pants and refused to let go of him.
"How many times do I have to tell you this?! NO MORE DAMN COOKIES! You're eating way too much sugar and you're not even supposed to! The doctor even told you that you could only eat it once every blue moon!"
Sekido growled and shouted really loud. He was starting to get really fed up of Urogi disobeying and being so damn stubborn.
Aizetsu looked up and saw Urogi and Sekido arguing about some cookies.. He started to get a little worried.
"Stop! Stop fighting!"
He looked at Sekido and begged him not to be angry with Urogi. In his sad and depressed state, he was afraid that if Sekido started shouting at Urogi, he would start to shout at him. Karaku then quickly intervened and held onto Urogi's face.
"Urogi.. Calm down."
He sounded really worried.
Urogi grabbed a few things and throw them at his older brothers.
Karaku let go of Urogi and backed away to dodge all of the things that Urogi threw at him.
"Urogi, stop it! You're throwing stuff around like a kid! What are you gonna do next? Break more of our things as another "prank"?"
Karaku's eyes widened as he suddenly thought of something to say to his little brother
"Urogi.. How about this..? I'll give you more cookies, IF you listen to us this time. How about that? Deal?"
Urogi kept throwing more things. Sekido was hit by a chair.
"OH MY GOD!! YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND! A CHAIR?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
He was about to explode and had gotten extremely pissed off by what Urogi just did. Karaku looked extremely shocked and terrified after he saw his oldest brother get hit by a chair..
"Oh my god!"
Aizetsu was frozen with fear, and was so scared he couldn't speak anymore.
A heavy pot was thrown at Aizetsu. It hit him. Dislocating his arm. Making him scream in pain.
"OH GOD! AIZETSU! NO! KARAKU, HOLD HIM DOWN PLEASE!"
He shouted and ran over to Aizetsu to hold him down. He was still screaming out in pain and tears were flowing from his eyes
"Oh god. What do we do? Quick, take his shirt off.. Karaku, hold his arms down. I'll try to relocate his arm back into it's socket.. Damn, this is gonna hurt."
He started screaming louder and was crying in pure agony
"AAAAAH!!! AAAAH!!! I WANT MY TEDDY BEARRR!!! I WANT TO BE AT PEACE!!!"
He kept screaming in pain as Karaku held his arms down and Sekido got ready to relocate his arm.
Karaku held down Aizetsu's arms
"Aizetsu listen.. Stay still and don't move around.. It will hurt a lot more if you move around. We can talk about your teddy bear afterwards.. I promise.."
Karaku looked at Sekido
"Don't let his screams distract you though.. Or you could end up hurting him even more by mistake.. Please be gentle and careful.."
"Karaku please.. My arm is hurting so bad.. H-hold me tighter.. It's hurts!!"
Aizetsu screamed out as Sekido started relocating his arm, his screams got quieter from the pain.
Karaku held him down tighter, gently shushing him as he placed his other hand over Aizetsu's mouth to try to calm him down
"Shhh shhh.. I'm here, brother.. Just relax.. Just relax, okay? The pain will be over soon. I'm holding you down so that the relocation will be done easily, Aizetsu. Please be strong and try to be still and calm. The sooner we do this, the lesser it will hurt."
"I'M STILL HUNGRY!!!! I WANT MORE COOKIES!! GIVE ME MORE COOKIES!!"
He shouted loudly. He didn't mind the chaos going on around him. This seemed all too interesting and amusing to him. His eyes were focused solely on Sekido and Karaku. He was curious to see what his big brothers would do next and was excited to watch them struggle.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!! I'VE TOLD YOU TO STOP EATING SO MUCH SUGAR, YET YOU KEEP EATING IT!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL!! IT'S LIKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU ANYMORE!! YOU NEED TO GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MY GOD!!! YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE!! WHY DO YOU KEEP EATING SO MUCH COOKIES WHEN I TELL YOU TO STOP?! WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!?!"
Sekido was about to lose his mind
"Urogi, listen.. We are really trying to help you to understand that you can't have all these cookies. I know you love them and want them, but we need to help you control this. It's not good for your health and it's causing you to hurt us and yourself sometimes without even realising it."
Karaku tried to sound as convincing and gentle as he could
"Please, understand us. We care about you.. We really do…"
"YOU GUYS NEVER LET ME EAT! YOU GUYS ARE ALL MEAN!!!! I JUST WANT MY COOKIES, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!?!?!"
Urogi shouted again. He didn't care if his brothers told him to stop eating so much sugar anymore. He really wanted to eat his cookies!
"I WANT MY COOKIES!!!!!"
"Stop it! Stop shouting or else..!"
He gritted his teeth and looked at Urogi with a look of rage. He then turned to both Karaku and Aizetsu
"Stop crying, Aizetsu.. Just calm down.. We have to try and relocate your arm back into it's socket.. I have to do it soon before your nerves get damaged! Karaku, help me find a stick so I can lift up his arm."
"I'll hold him down.. Make sure the stick sticks up enough so my little brother doesn't move."
he stopped shushing Aizetsu and backed away a tiny bit. After getting an idea of what his brother wanted, he went to search for a stick, trying his best to be quick and to make as little noise as he could
"Aizetsu, your arm needs to be elevated when it's relocated back into it's socket. I'm going to find a stick really quick for you and your big brother, alright? Don't move around too much and don't cry too loud, okay? We can't have anyone else get hurt right now.. It's already too stressful for all of us"
"BUT I WANT COOKIES! I WANT MY COOKIES! I'm so hungry.. I just want my cookies.."
Urogi shouted again. He was starting to get irritated and fed up with his brothers not letting him eat cookies.
"I'll be quiet, if I get my cookies! You guys promised to give me more cookies when we get back!"
He crossed his arms and held onto his bedframe.
HOLD ON, AIZETSU.. I'm gonna need to pull your arm now. It's only gonna hurt for a little bit and then it's all over. And don't worry about Urogi, I'm gonna deal with him later.
He then grabbed the stick and pushed it under Aizetsu's arm to keep it in place. He then pulled hard to try and relocate the arm for his little brother. It was going to be even more painful for Aizetsu now that he has to relocate his arm after being dislocated for too long
Ready? Are you ready?
Urogi had stopped crying. He looked up at Sekido with a smile. He then looked up with a smug look on his face and started eating one of his cookies again
"Hehe.. You guys are such slow pokes~ I'm already enjoying my cookies~ What's taking you so long, Sekido?? Is that how you treat your little brothers? How you care for them and love them!?"
He shouted sarcastically and started to giggle again
Karaku took this chance to sneak up behind Urogi and put a hand over his mouth and nose to silence him
"Shhh shhh.. I warned you to stay quiet. You're causing more issues with your little screaming"
Karaku continued to hold the hand over Urogi's mouth and tried to cover his nose too
"Now stop shouting, Urogi.. Let them do their job and we can worry about eating the cookies after everything is done."
Sekido tried to ignore Urogi's snarky comments and shouted at Aizetsu
"HOLD ON! I almost got it!"
He shouted and pulled even harder.. This was going to hurt for Aizetsu. His little brother was going through so much pain and couldn't speak to anyone right now. At the very least, we could all wait until he was done with this painful process..
He was struggling a little right now, his little body being twisted and pulled by big brother Sekido. Aizetsu started to let out muffled screams and whines as he tried to hold onto his arm that was still stuck in the dislocated position. His little body felt like it was going through a lot of pain and trauma; a pain that only Sekido would be able to understand.. A pain that he doesn't even deserve.. He never asked to be this damn weak.. He only just wants to be held and consoled once again…
"Aizetsu, hold on.. Almost there.. You're doing great.. Just a little more.. I know it hurts but once everything is done, you'll feel better. I'll cuddle with you and give you all the comfort you want later. Just keep holding on, okay?"
Karaku seemed to be really worried about Aizetsu and shouted at his big brother
"Sekido, try a little bit harder but be gentle to him as well! You have to do this quick!"
Urogi was trying to break free while laughing at his two big brothers, his attention was solely directed to them. He really wanted those cookies for himself. For a moment, he even forgot that his little brother was stuck there in pain
"I want to eat my cookies! Why can't anyone else eat? You guys are selfish! You're so mean! Let me eat all the cookies!!"
He shouted loudly and continued to giggle uncontrollably.
"Urogi stop trying to be so damn adorable! It won't work! You have to let your brothers focus on Aizetsu"
Karaku tightened his grip on Urogi, now seeming annoyed with his youngest brother
"You've had enough of your cookies, Urogi. We can give them sometime later too. Now let your big brother finish what he needs to do so that you can have your cookies.. Just wait a little bit more, please? For me, for Aizetsu and for Sekido, okay?"
Urogi still couldn't stop giggling. He wanted to eat his cookies.. His cookies.. This was a serious issue to him and he didn't like the fact that his big brothers were putting his little brother's health and life in front of his precious cookies! He wasn't going to let this happen!
"I don't want to wait! I want to eat now!"
He kept laughing as it seemed that he was enjoying himself. He then looked over at Sekido to try and persuade him into giving him the cookies.
"No. Absolutely not. This is for your own sake, Urogi. You've reached your limit with sugar now.. Once we're done here, then we can give you your cookies back"
Sekido was really pissed off right now, he didn't have time to play around with Urogi, which pissed him off even more. He then yelled at Aizetsu again
"I DID IT, I GOT IT IN PLACE!! YOU DID GREAT, AIZETSU! I'M GONNA BRING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL ASAP WHEN EVERYTHING IS DONE!"
"No! But I need more sugar! You're taking it all away from me! How cruel!!"
Urogi shouted as he threw a tantrum. He started to shake and his entire body quivered. His teeth were showing as he shouted at his big brothers. His eyes seemed to have became wider than usual.
["WHY DO YOU NEED TO MAKE ME WAIT?! JUST GIVE IT RIGHT NOW! I NEED MY COOKIES! I WANT THEM!! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MY COOKIES!!"]
"STOP THIS, NOW! I WON'T LISTEN TO YOUR CRAP ANYMORE! YOU CAN KEEP SHOUTING ALL YOU WANT, IT WON'T GET YOU YOUR COOKIES! I SWEAR, YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH THIS! I'M GIVING YOU A CHANCE HERE, UROGI! TAKE IT or ELSE I'LL GET RID OF EVERY SINGLE COOKIE YOU HAVE!"
Sekido screamed back. He was about to give up already, Urogi being so damn stubborn about his sugar. He was so close to getting rid of all the cookies..
"YOU'RE SO MEAN!! I'M NOT GONNA TAKE YOUR STUPID CHANCE! I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE!! I DON'T WANNA LEARN!! I WANNA KEEP EATING MY COOKIES AND CAUSING ALL THE PROBLEMS I WANT!! THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU!!"
Urogi replied, shaking in anger and rage.. He was still screaming even after Sekido's reply. The situation kept escalating.
Aizetsu laid there completely still, his face was blank from the pain he was in.. The screaming that was going around was rather loud, so he covered his ears and screamed, he then started to cry
"B-brother….. Brother…. please stop fighting……"
Aizetsu seemed completely hopeless.. He knew that they wouldn't listen to him.. All of the screaming was making him feel more scared and helpless..
"Calm down, everyone! Please!! We're about to have serious problems.."
Karaku looked at Urogi, then at Sekido. He took his hand away from Urogi's mouth
"Urogi, I'm going to need to take those cookies away from you, alright? The sugar rush needs to stop. I'm sorry, but you won't be eating any cookies unless your hunger for them is under control for now. Can you understand that?"
Karaku tried to reason with Urogi the best he could.
"NO!! I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT!! I WANT MY COOKIES!!! YOU WON'T TAKE AWAY MY COOKIES!! I CAN STILL HAVE COOKIES RIGHT NOW!!! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!?! WHY CAN'T I KEEP EATING??? IT'S MY COOKIES!!! I CAN EAT AS MUCH AS I WILL AS LONG AS I WANT!! YOU CAN'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!!!"
He kept shouting as he started to break down a little. He began to sniffle a little.
"Listen, Urogi.. I know that you want your cookies but please be patient for now. I promise you I'll personally cook you plenty of them later so you can eat as many as you want, but you need to calm down first alright? And remember, no cookies unless your hunger for food can be controlled. And your hunger for sugar also needs to be controlled like we talked about it before…"
Karaku tried to sound as gentle as possible, to not make Urogi cry more for the moment..
Sekido had enough. He grabbed his khakkhara and knocked Urogi out cold.
"I'm done. I can't take it anymore. I really can't. I'm not listening to anymore of his crap."
He threw his khakkhara away and turned to Karaku
"Just wake him up once he starts waking up and make sure he's calm.. I need his stupid little annoying ass to be at least cooperative to help Aizetsu."
"That was a bit harsh, bro. He's just a kid.. If anything, it's still our fault for not being able to control his sugar addiction.."
He looked at Aizetsu, who was still crying and shaking
"Aizetsu, it's alright.. You did well. Be strong.. We're almost done. Just stay still and everything will be fine…"
Karaku turned to Sekido
"I'll wake Urogi up. Be good to Aizetsu while I'm doing so, alright?"
Urogi was down cold. His loud screaming and crying completely stopped.
Aizetsu looked up at the two brothers with tears still falling down his eyes. He wiped his tears with his hands as he stared at Sekido and Karaku
"D-Don't fight please, s-brothers.. Please don't fight.. I want.. I want the four of us to be together again… Like how we were before.."
Tears streamed down his face as he continued to cry. He seemed hopeless.
He then placed Aizetsu onto a chair, while he was still crying
"It's okay, Aizetsu. It's okay, don't worry. Your two big brothers would never fight one another."
He sighed
"Karaku, wake our little brother up. Make sure he doesn't throw a tantrum again. I'm not dealing with that again, I really can't. You'd better control him more in the future."
His face was filled with anger, and he was already getting impatient.
"YEAH!! WE WOULD NEVER EVER FIGHT EVER!! WE'RE THE BEST BROTHERS YOU COULD EVER HAVE!!"
Urogi shouted after being awaken, his expression was now filled with anger instead of sadness and fear
"I WANT MY COOKIES RIGHT NOW!! I WANNA EAT THOSE COOKIES!! I JUST WANT TO EAT!! I WANT TO TRY AND EAT AS MUCH AS I CAN!! IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND!?"
He wasn't done throwing his hissy fit yet..
Karaku shoved a cookie down his throat.
"Eat this. You got that cookie to calm you down, didn't you? Now calm down already. You've always been a spoiled brat, Urogi. I know that, you know that, Sekido certainly knows that. Now eat your cookie and calm down about it or I'll take it away from you. I'm not taking any risks in upsetting Aizetsu again."
He sighed
"I hope you learned your lesson, Urogi. You didn't like that cookie.. So no more cookies until you learn some control, got it?"
"Yes! I did learn my lesson! I can't eat too many cookies or else, I'll be in a lot of trouble! I'll be more careful and try to be in control next time! But please can I still have some cookies right now?! Please, pleeease big brother?! Pleeeeeaseeeee!! I promise I won't overeat them anymore and I promise that I'll be a good boy if you just give me some more!!"
Urogi said as he tried to look up at Karaku with puppy eyes.
Aizetsu's sobbing stopped for a brief moments for now as he saw the little drama between his two brothers. Despite his little brother being a brat and annoying, He still loved and cared about him
"S-stop acting childish already.. B-both of you! I-I-I'm alright already..! S-please stop fighting..! And s-stop crying too, Urogi.."
Aizetsu let out a few sniffles as he tried to be brave in front of both Sekido and Karaku
"I-I can walk by m-myself…"
Heh
"You're lucky you're cute, Urogi. Alright.. you could have more cookies now but only a little. Don't let me see you over eat them.. I'll be watching you very closely as we eat our cookies, alright? I hope you understood, urogi. Now eat the cookie before I have to take it away from you."
He handed his little brother another cookie with a smile.
A little smile grew on Urogi's face and stopped crying. He grabbed the cookie and smiled up at Karaku, his big brother
"YES! YES I WILL BE CAREFUL!! I WON'T OVEREAT MY COOKIES!! I PROMISE I WILL EAT THEM SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY AND NOT OVEREAT THEM!! Thank you for the cookie, big brother! I love you!!"
Urogi shouted happily and started eating his cookie. He was already starting to feel better. He still felt rather upset seeing his big brothers fight..
"Good. Don't make us regret it ever again. Understand that, urogi? You're lucky your brothers love you. Now shut up, and eat your cookies like a good little brat you are!"
He then turned to Karaku
"We can't afford to do things like this again. We should try to control things next time when something like this happens again, alright? I'm pretty tired of dealing with our little brother's stupid antics.."
"Yes! Yes! I'll try my best! Thanks for still loving me big brother! Haha!! I'll try to be a good little brat for you guys from now on!! I love you!! Haha!! "
Urogi continued to eat his cookie and started to giggle uncontrollably as he did so. He seemed to have cheered up a lot after eating his cookie, as if he was addicted to food.. But he would still do his best to try and stop that.. Right? Right..?~
#demon slayer#karaku#aizetsu#sekido#urogi#demon slayer karaku#demon slayer aizetsu#upper moons#kny sekido#demon slayer urogi#kimestu no yaiba#hantengu clones
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French Market cookie jar, circa 2002-2006.
#Cookie Jars#Figural Cookie Jars#Fitz and Floyd#French Market#Pigs#Vegetables#Lettuce#Radishes#Alt Text
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What you should eat based on game vibes
Don’t know if someone has already done this but here we go:
SCK/SCK Remastered: PBJ sandwich, grilled cheeses sandwich, deli sandwich, soda in a can by day and glass bottle at night, chips, pigs in a blanket, cheeseits, an apple, milk in those paper cartons, crinkle fries with ketchup mustard mixed
STFD: fruit platters, coffee in a white mug ndwith a 90s logo, sautéed asparagus, stuffed mushrooms, NY pizza ordered late, gyro, sparkling water, strawberry shortcake, NY cheesecake
MHM: meat with a sweet glaze with mashed potato and boiled veggies, Chinese takeout ordered late, apple cider, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, ginger beer, stewed tomatoes
TRT: fondue stand, smoked ham, cebu lechon, pumpernickel bread with brier cheese , jam, jam cookies,hot cocoa, apple cinnamon tea, apple pie, toasted nuts, glazed carrots
FIN: popcorn, taffy, chalk candy, boiled peanuts, roasted corn, red liquorice, unbranded soda, peanut brittle
SSH: fruit platters, fruit drinks in watermelon and papaya, salsa, green salsa, avocados, grilled fish, lemon chicken, rotisserie, tortillas, lemonade, bean soup, barley and chicken in bell peppers, green tomatoes (in any form)
DOG: whiskey, stacked sandwiches (scooby doo style), pickles, banana peppers, fried fish, hot dogs, peach cobbler, blueberry juice, unidentifiable meat in a can stewed slowly over a fire, bread and butter with coffee in the morning
CAR: roasted corn, grilled seafood on a stick, boiled peanuts, cotton candy, ice cream, seafood medley, butter lobster, peach cobbler, aspirin, poutine, fish and chips, vinegar onions, korean corn dogs
DDI: clam chowder, seafood pasta, lemon butter pasta with lobster, steamed clams, rice porridge, blueberry muffins, sherbet, mint tea, coffee in a thermos
SHA: kidney beans stew, steak and potatoes, those tarts your get at bakeries, eggs and bacon with bread to sop up the yolk, hamburger steak with egg, hash browns, diner coffee, pancakes, grits with cheese
CUR: English breakfast, tea, vegetables with no seasoning, stewed chicken,mushy peas, cold cheese deli meats on bread, lamb chops, a ceramic jar of cookies kept just out of reach, hot milk before bed with a chocolate, ale
TRN: ratatouille, glazed veggies, pasta with a rue sauce, béchamel, fruit cocktail, gin and tonic, roasted potatoes, garlic bread, cherries, peach cobbler, smoked meats, fried chicken
CLK: peaches and cream, coffee with biscotti, illegal champagne, ribs, fried eggplant with marinara sauce, biscuits in gravy, rye bread, cherry tomatoes, crisp lettuce, grilled zucchini, stewed tomatoes, soft pretzels, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, iced tea
CRE: fish baked over a fire wrapped in banana leaves, pineapple salsa, grilled veggies on sticks, shrimp, any type of rice dish (jallop, pulao, spanish rice, fried rice etc.), citrus soda/lemonade, upside down pineapple cake, poke bowls
DAN: hot croissant with jam on one side and butter on the other, crème brûlée, mint tea, lavender cake, champagne, onion soup, charcuterie board, coq au vin, spinach soufflé, lobster bisque
ICE: honey cake, pancakes with maple syrup, grilled salmon with a maple syrup glaze served with wild rice and green beans, dijon mustard on bread, cranberry sauce, roast turkey, sweet potatoes
CRY: grilled seafood with cajun seasoning, beignets, doberge cake, couche couche with hotsauce, oysters, gin fizz, cognac, sherry, cafe au lait, dulce de leche, trout, seafood pie, crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo, red velvet cake
VEN: cappuccino, pasta with garlic and parmigiana, Neapolitan pizza, olives and capers, anchovies over bread, fried eggplants (no batter) in olive oil, rosemary and thyme infused oil with bread,
HAU: potatoes in every which way but especially roasted and mashed with butter, shepherds pie, mint tea, boiled peas, lamb chops, bread dipped in fresh buttermilk, Irish stew, sweet bread, Irish breakfast tea
RAN: cut fruit and grilled fish in a hallow pineapple, wild rice, ham or poultry with pineapple glaze, crackers, flatbread with grilled shrimp curry, coconut based curries, rotisserie style poultry, chutneys, apricot jam, jelly
WAV: croissants with orange marmalade and butter, mutton curry with jasmine rice, saffron rice with creamy chicken stew, sushi, seafood pasta, fruit bowls, overnight oatmeals, loaded potatoes, late night peanut butter snacking
TOT: Wisconsin cheese, vinegar pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, (all the pies from the Waitress), scrambled eggs with coffee, buttermilk soaked fried chicken, steak and potatoes, cornbread, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate dipped orange flavoured ice cream, steak and kidney pie
SAW: green tea, soba noodles, clear soups, pickled veggies, salmon on wheat crackers, roasted chestnuts, coffee spiced with oranges and cinnamon, sesame crackers (sweet and salty both), and yes, ramen
CAP: deli meats, assorted bread, honey mustard, butter, romadeur, dumplings, hollandaise sauce, fried potatoes (different styles), sausages, drumstick, cheese sticks, blanched vegetables, green apple sauce, custard, black forest cake
ASH: confetti cake, angel cake, BLT sandwiches, Caesar salad, lemon pasta, dill pickles, potato salad, quesadillas, steak, BBQ, deep dish pizza, carrots in ranch, chips, banana split
TMB: shawarma, falafel, cucumber salad, tahini, humus, garlic pita, grilled veggies, rice and spices baked in an earthen pot, kabob, grilled seafood, saffron rice, baklava, pistachio ice cream, date milkshake, beer
DED: vinegar chips, ice cold water, coffee from a dispenser in a styrofoam cup, stale snacks from a vending machine, peanut butter crackers, cheese crackers, baked goods in the morning, pad thai, fast food pizza, salad bar, trail mix
GTH: pecan pie, peach cobler, ground nuts, fried chicken, cheesy garlic bread, pimento cheese, chewy meat, BBQ, lemonade, sherry, gin, crawfish, pulled pork, rolls, soul food
SPY: haggis, mutton chops, Danish pastries, salmon with dill, pheasant, dundee cake, clam chowder, shortbread, coffee, Lincoln logs, smoked meats, clotted cheese, crackers, oatmeal with raisins, ale, whisky
MED: sushi, lemon grass tea, wheat grass shots, roasted sweet potato and yams with spices, pumpkin and squash stews, broiled veggies, rutabaga mash, rhubarb pie, steamed clams and mussels, truffle pasta
LIE: feta on bread with honey drizzle, greek yogurts with fresh cut fruit, fresh mozzarella over chicken salad, gyro, lamb rotisserie, shawarma, collared greens, pan fried seafood, steamed fish with lemon, carrot salad, pickled veggies, kefir, rice pudding
SEA: seafood buffet cooked every which way, skyr, salmon and haddock boiled with potatoes, dried seafood on bread, mutton soup, rice pudding, clear broth, veggie stew, mashed potatoes
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How I would rewrite the TYBW arc so far:
It is Known, either by the Visoreds or Soul Reapers in general, that Quincies are extra double allergic to Hollows. When the warning goes out that the Sternritters are STEALING Bankai, not just locking them away, Shinji, Rose, Kensei, and Mashiro all immediately have the same idea. As far as we know Mashiro doesn't have a Bankai, and Shinji's is both easy to use and a massive pain in the ass, so they agree that either Rose or Kensei will be the guinea pigs. One or both of them lets their Bankai get stolen and whichever poor Sternritter takes it immediately has Magic Anaphylaxis. The Visoreds proceed to wreck shop.
Momo, best Kido user in her class, figures out how Bambietta's bombs work and devises a Kido version of Kurotsuchi's delay ball thingies on the fly. Bambi is immediately like "how did you do that, you bitch! >:D" and Momo is like "don't smile while you call me a bitch, bitch!" And then they have an absolutely apocalyptic battle that makes everybody kinda glad the Seireitei is already falling apart, because holy shit is that a lot of fire and explosions. Komamura and Shinji arrive towards the beginning of this fight and Komamura starts to step in to protect Momo like he did in canon, but Shinji stops him because he's her #1 Fan. (There is a flashback sequence of all the times Aizen subtly discouraged her from making herself more powerful, and then the first time she got impatient and just blew up a Hollow while on a mission with Shinji and he lost his goddamn mind with excitement. Sometimes healing is about rediscovering your inner pyromaniac.)
Unohana doesn't die in her fight with Zaraki. She doesn't need to to make the whole Kenpachi thing work; Unohana Kenpachi died when Unohana Retsu went to medical school and it's fine. She already went through the stages of grief for that version of herself, it's over and Zaraki is the new Kenpachi. Their fight ends with a very intense, bloody make-out session but they don't fuck nasty because they've got Quincies to kill. Batshit crazy kinky sex can happen some other time.
Gremmy gets really into fighting Zaraki, and Zaraki compliments his manic battle smile. Little do either of them know, this is the first time Gremmy has ever received Genuine Praise And Approval from a grown-up and he imprints on Zaraki like a homicidal little duckling. He ultimately loses because, deep down inside, he wants Zaraki to be his dad. Unohana is intrigued by the little goblin and saves his disembodied brain in a jar for later. (After the war is over, Unohana starts tutoring him in anatomy so he can imagine a less squishy body for himself, and he ends up getting into biology in general and imagining all sorts of bizarre chimeras as pets. Also Yachiru isn't secretly Zaraki's zanpakuto spirit and she demands Gremmy tell her exactly what kind of cookie he turned her bones into so she can taste them. Unohana and Zaraki think this is the cutest thing that ever happened, every other adult in Soul Society finds it incredibly disturbing.)
Renji and Bazz-B keep running into each other during the invasion and develop a bromantic rivalry that puts Ichigo and Grimmjow's bromantic rivalry to shame... until Bazz-B lets it slip that he killed Renji's good pal Izuru. Bazz doesn't know that they were friends, and Renji doesn't know who killed his buddy, he just knows that when he returned from the Royal Palace, Izuru's reiatsu was Conspicuously Absent. Bazz gloats about killing a lieutenant and Renji mentally sorts through all the lieutenants, puts 2 and 2 together, and it's like that moment in the Soul Society arc when Aizen catches Ichigo's blade: shit gets so real the music stops. And Renji just fucking annihilates Bazz-B on the spot. (This part is specifically inspired by @cryinglittlepeople pointing out that Renji not getting to avenge his friend is, and I quote, "clown shoe writing". Which it totally is.)(And since Renji gets to make mincemeat out of Bazz-B, he gets his obligatory Full Bankai Reveal Glory fight, so Rose and Kensei don't make fools of themselves fighting Mask.)
#bleach#i am a badass!momo truther before i am anything#also i think yachiru and gremmy would be the most feral siblings in history#he would see her shikai and immediately have to imagine his own monster buddies to hang out with#theyre both BABY
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Do you do little Jay drabbles? Because I’m in the mood seeing how Jackie treats little Jay, for example doing pranks.
Thanks for the ask! Happy to give Mama Jackie and Baby Jay a try. Hope you like it. Prompt Ask Game
Jackie had personally made not one, but two batches of frosted Christmas cut-out cookies for her family this year.
Although the first sheet came out a little burnt while she figured out the oven settings, and some of the bells, angels, and Christmas trees were a little misshapen, it would be a much better holiday memory for her kids than what she'd gotten. Which was hard, days-old, store bought cookies - her mother's favorite, of course. They were always some cinnamon-flavor that Jackie couldn't stand.
She wasn't quite up to Kitty Forman-caliber yet, she thought to herself as she puttered through the kitchen in her bathrobe. But she was a much better mom than hers ever was, and that was what mattered to her. It was Christmas Eve, late, and she was getting everything ready underneath the tree before the early morning wake-up they were sure to expect from the kids tomorrow morning.
The last step was leaving out some milk and cookies for 'Santa' - wink, wink. The kids would wake in the morning and see that he'd read their note, and taken a few bites.
But as she went to lift the cookie box, it felt suspiciously light. Jackie frowned, and removed the lid. She gasped. It was empty! Only a few crumbles rolled around the bottom, uselessly.
She jammed the lid back on and crossed her arms as she stalked back across the kitchen, furious. Her family had eaten through two entire batches of cookies in just under three days? How many of those cookies had she eaten? Maybe two. And now there were none left, on Christmas Eve, for this magical freakin' memory.
Suddenly, there was a noise. The sound of small, shuffling feet on the hardwood floor. Jackie ducked behind the kitchen cabinets - and then covered her mouth to stifle her giggle. Here was the cookie-thief, now.
6-year-old Jay padded into the kitchen. He was wearing his footie pajamas and dragging his one-eyed stuffed pig in his hands.
Jackie watched as he carefully pushed one of the kitchen chairs up to the ledge of the counter and climbed up - casually, like he'd done this every night. He lifted off the lid to the cookie jar, and was similarly disappointed. That's when Jackie decided to make her presence known.
"Jayson David Kelso," she lifted her voice, making it ring across the kitchen. She was trying to sound authoritative, but was still trying not to giggle at the same time.
Jay whirled around, stunned he was caught. When he saw his mother, he quickly grinned and turned on his charm. They both knew it was her achilles heel.
"Daddy ate all the cookies," he'd mustered up his most angelic expression, and batted his eyes at her (the way she'd taught him).
"It was Daddy, huh?"
Jay nodded innocently.
"Well, now we don't have any cookies to leave for Santa." Jackie crossed the room towards her son again. She lifted her eyebrow at him, hoping to make him feel guilty. "What if he skips our house?"
"My super soaker 3800!" Jay groaned immediately. "No!"
Jackie nodded smugly. Jay thought for a moment, and then cocked his head to the side.
"Can't we leave him something else?"
"Like what?"
He shrugged. "A slice of the meatloaf from last night?"
Jackie stared at him, unblinking. "A Christmas meatloaf?" She finally devolved into giggles at the earnest look on her son's face. "Okay honey," she shrugged. "Go put the meatloaf under the tree."
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