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sports-on-sundays · 2 months

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hii can u write smth about hector and reader being best friends bc their parents are very close friends, and him realizing that he is down bad for her after having a small talk with his mother.

Please and thank u, love ur written btw 💝

mama's boy / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor being a stupid little adorable idiot in love.

Warnings: censored cuss

Requested?: Yes.

"Why don't you two go out on the front porch?" your mother suddenly brings up. Though, yes, you and Héctor are seventeen now, and should be able to sit through an adult conversation with your parents and stay respectful without being antsy, everyone knows that's not true.

But still. Being asked to go out on the front porch? That can never be a good sign.

"Why?" you demand. "The weather is so gross out."

"Because Mama told you to," your father pipes in sternly. "Now, go on. You can go with Héctor. We adults are allowed to have a conversation without your ears listening."

You're about to protest further, but then Héctor, sitting next to you, gives you a little nudge. "Oh, come on. You're so disrespectful to your parents. Just come on out with me."

You frown but stand up dramatically, following him outside.

The truth is, it's embarrassing having to sit alone with a boy like Héctor.

Not because he's creepy, or not nice. No, it's because he is nice. He's nicer than every other boy you know, and you never know how to react to him.

You plop down on the porch swing with him. He starts using his long legs to swing the two of you back and forth, and you tuck your (shorter) legs up, sitting criss cross.

"It's beautiful and sunny out. What's gross about today?"

You pout a little. "So humid."

"Oh, come on, now. It's fine."

You cross your arms and stare out at the sunny view behind Héctor's house, and the bright colors make it easy to forget your grumpy mood as you ask with a soft giggle, looking to Héctor, "What do you think our parents are talking about?" When you look to Héctor, he immediately looks away from you.

But you caught the split second of his big brown eyes staring at you.

But he shrugs casually. "Probably just boring stuff."

"Do you think it could be about us?"

Héctor smiles, chuckling a bit at the question. "Maybe, but I'm not going to worry about it."

You shrug. You sure want to think about it, but since Héctor brushes it off so easily, you suppose you may as well do the same.

You sit together in silence, swinging back and forth.

And for you, this just feels like a normal, nice breezy day, sitting with a family friend.

But for Héctor, deep down inside, this feels like more.

He watches the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight. The way your hair gently tosses in the warm breeze. How the sunlight seems to light up your face. He wonders what you're thinking about as you look out. He looks at your smooth hands, sitting in your lap, and all at once, it hits him.

He blushes deep red, looking away.

She's gorgeous.

"Y/n-" he suddenly says, not knowing what to say, but knowing he has to say something.

"Yeah?" you look over casually.

"You, uh... You're... I think your- uh."

"Yeah?" you lean in expectantly.

"Your shoelace is untied. You should tie it. Don't want you to trip," he quickly comes up with.

You shrug and lean down, tying your shoe.

"Was there anything else?" you ask once you finish, looking at him again.

But then suddenly, before he can come up with some other awkward response, the screen door behind you opens, and Héctor's mama walks out. "Hey, you two," she smiles. "Héc, Y/n needs to go now with her parents. So say goodbye."

You grin, glancing to him and giving him a playful nudge. "Bye, Héc."

He rolls his eyes, but he feels his face flush. "Only my mama can call me that."

"If you say so. Héc," you say with a giggle as you stand up. You wave to him, thank his mother, and walk into the house to go to the front, where your parents will be waiting to go home.

Meanwhile, when Héctor's mother is about to go back into the house, he suddenly says, "Wait. Mama. Can... Can you sit down next to me? Just for a few minutes?"

She smiles a bit and sits down next to her son on the porch swing. "Of course." The two sit there silently for a few minutes, before Héctor's mother finally says, "So... You really like that girl, don't you?"

Héctor swallows. "I... I don't know. I guess... I guess she's just really pretty. And I've known her for so long."

His mother smiles, giving his shoulder a little pat, and teases, "Does my boy have a crush?"

Just at those words, his heart rate quickens. "Crush?! I don't know if it's a crush..."

"Sounds like it to me," she chuckles. "And it's looked like you've had one on her for quite a while now, but you're just too scared to admit it..."

"Mama..." Héctor sighs, putting his warm face in his hand.

"Yes?" she smiles.

He's quite for a few seconds, before muttering, "I think you're right..."

"About what?" she grins.

"That... Well, I don't know. I kind of... I love every single second I get to be with her. It's like I'm down bad for her. F*cking mad for this girl."

"Hey, young man," she chuckles. "Watch your tongue."

"Right," he rolls his eyes, but then comments, "But do you know what I mean? Like, what I'm saying?"

"Oh, Héctor," she chuckles. "Of course I do. Can't get her out of your mind, can you?"

Héctor seems to just flush even more at this. "I guess not..."

She smiles, patting her son's shoulder a bit as she stands up. "Well, even if you don't think so, I bet she likes you back."

"She doesn't act like it."

"Oh, come on, now. How d'you know? Girls are different than guys. She'd be a good girl for you. I mean, your mama approves of her," she adds with a chuckle.

"So, what are you saying?" Héctor asks slowly, looking up to meet his mother's eyes.

She smiles a bit as she opens the screen door to go inside. "I'm saying that you should think about asking her out on a date sometime."

And she goes back inside, leaving Héctor as a flustered mess of swarming thoughts, to think over that decision on his own.

"Hey, Y/n," Héctor says immediately when he sees you next, which is, this time, a visit at your family home, to have some dinner. It's like he's made a beeline toward you and now stands in front of you. "Dinner won't be ready right away, right?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I reckon not. Why?"

"Could we... like, I don't know... Go to your room or something?"

You shrug and nod, leading him there. "Sure. I don't see why not." When you make it there, you sit down on the bed together. You lean back against your pillows, but Héctor sits there very stiffly. After a few seconds of silence, you say, "So... what's up?"

Suddenly he turns to you, takes your hand, and blurts, "Uh- Friday? Evening? Would you be free for me to take you out, for, like, dinner someplace?"

You stare back, eyebrows shooting up. You glance at your hands. "Like, on a date?"

Héctor feels the soft skin of your smaller hand. "Yeah... Right, like on a date."

"O- Oh... Yeah, sure... I guess so. Yeah, we can do that."

He seems to let out a long breath of relief as you ask, "Where to?"

"You choose?"

"Surprise me," you grin. "But not too fancy. Don't go overboard."

Then he mutters, "Maybe I'll just ask my mama what she thinks."

"What?" you ask with a chuckle.

"Nothing!" he blushes.

"I heard you!"

He glances away, shifting, but holds your hand tighter.

You grin and comment, "You like me a lot, don't you?"

He drags his hand over his face, clearly very embarrassed.

But even as you teasingly smile, your cheeks are heating up a bit, too. "You've always been so sweet with me... Now it makes sense. So, what, did your mama finally help you figure it out? That you like me, and I like you back?"

"You do?!" his head shoots up, his eyes shining like stars.

You grin and nod a little, but say, "You never answered my question, Héc."

He sighs, glancing away, but chuckles, "Maybe..."

You grin. "So, in other words, 'yes.'" You grin and suddenly lean in. You grin press your lips to his blazing warm red cheek and murmur close to his ear, "You've always been your mama's boy."

He just buries his face in his hands, an embarrassed, adorable, overwhelmed-with-emotions mess.

But honestly, maybe he's not so bad.

He might even be a little cute.

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stawpny · 5 months

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hey guys!! :D

eeek I’ve had a lot on my mind the past few days so why not share?

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-New Jersey and New York are florists, New Jersey gardens, New York sells. York is better at people, Jersey is better at plants. They yell at each other in a friendly way.

-york listens to mitski 100%

- since TX, NY, FL, CA, and LA are all usually at the meetings, do u think that NYC, New Orleans, Los Angeles, Houston, and Miami act the same 😭? they’ve been floating around in my head recently and I think that the cities would act just like them. NYC i feel would be more outgoing since he is considered “the greatest city in the world” (Hamilton) and he would have to be very bold but also get humbled very easily by being stupid.

-York gives Cal, on every one of their dates, a different color rose every outing. I can imagine him (on their first date) throwing a red rose at his face and running away.

-he has made flower crowns since he was young, so most states know how to make one bc of him. If they forget, he will teach them.

-York cannot be put on the spot, neither Jersey.

“Spell the word, ‘cat’.”

“I- uh.. I.. ummm.. guys?”

-Starbucks over Dunkin but he would never tell Mass.

-they also have a rivalry on baseball (obviously). it never gets too outta hand since Mass wouldn’t hurt him, but they will yell at each other. York will physically fight with Jersey only, pretty much.

—

anyways, I hope u liked

ALSO!!! I hope you have a good Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Winter Solstice, or any other holiday u celebrate!! (I have a friend who celebrates winter solstice)

:P (ily guys)

#wttt #wttt new york #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh new york #wttsh headcanons #wttt headcanons #wttt shipping #wttt caliyork

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sleepy-grav3 · 10 months

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Parents - Uramichi x Reader

A/n: Random idea passed by and I couldn't make it go away, so uh yay

Summary: Uramichi, Kumao, Usao, and S/n (stage name) are made to go to a lovely mall event for father's day! Uramichi does a passionate speech about parents and growing up and Y/n couldn't help but tear up at what he had said, leading to an emotional bonding moment.

Tw: Angst (there is comfort), parent problems, swears, spoilers, depression, verbal abuse, some other stuff I might've ended up forgetting...

Also, your stage costume is a hip-hop dancer type with sunglasses. You always wear the sunglasses to hide your eyes that seem to always show your current mood (which isn't good for your job). Just a little thing.

And this is also not too romantic, but whatever.

Y/n’s POV

“Y/n, I always see you with the sunglasses… They’re also really heavily tinted with a color and have different shapes. I doubt that Derekida actually buys those…”

I turned to look over at Usahara and smiled.

“Why do I wear these? Well people say that my eyes give away my current feelings! And since I work 2 jobs to keep living while having mandatory therapy to prevent me from going to a mental hospital, I don’t get sleep that often! So how do you think I feel every single god damn day?”

“U-um… Tired? Maybe?”

“Wow! You got it right! And what happens when you’re tired for such a reasoning every single fucking day?”

“You have heavy eye bags and get really angry really easily?”

“Ding ding ding! That must’ve been a hard question, Usao! I’m so glad the bunny learned yet another thing today!”

Usahara backed away, leaning over Kumatari’s shoulder.

“Is it just me or is Y/n sounding more and more like Uramichi as the days go on?”

“Please don’t talk to me.”

You mean the depressed 31-year old who’s having breakdowns about 10 times a day? Honey, I only break down to that point when nobody’s watching. This is nothing.

“You’re not a very good whisperer, Usao!”

“EEK!”

To top it off, Uramichi entered the room with a blank stare and… what’s with the red balloon? He might as well be trying to cosplay Nicklewise with that balloon… but more depressed…

He turned his head to me with a more intense blank stare. I only tilted my head and gave him a more bright and sparkly smile. That seemed to make it worse as the stare became more… intense- how the hell is he doing that?!

“Hey, it’s Uramichi-san, good mor-”

“Morning. Want a balloon?”

“Nope. For someone in your line of work, it’s amazing how little that look suits you…”

“Huh?!”

“...Nothing.”

“Y/n?”

“I look like a kid enough with this get up. Do I need a balloon and backwards cap to top it off?”

“... yes.”

“No ♥️”

I pushed Uramichi off stage for a moment, seeing as he broke down after a single comment from a child. Wimp.

“Haha! That was so nice of you to say, Tak-kun! It hit his heart so hard that he couldn’t help but cry from joy! Let’s give Uramichi oniisan some to convert that joy into energy instead of tears! And I think I know just the way! Let’s all get up and have a dance session with S/n!”

I could already see some of the parents hesitating along with some of the older siblings chuckling. I’ll teach ‘em-

“YAYYY!”

Some music started up and I started to guide them through it, making sure I called out each and everyone who laughed at our Uramichi ^v^

“Today, as a special treat, Uramichi Oniisan and his friends will draw pictures of their daddies too!”

That’s not on the script-

“...Huh?” Uramichi turned to the hostess. “That… wasn’t on the script.”

“Us too? For real?”

“Don’t you want to know what their daddies look like, boys and girls?”

The audience cheered, making me realize how often we use these kids to support our own ideas to cover for our faults. Huh…

“Gosh! I don’t know if I can draw my dad that well! Do you guys remember your dad’s faces?”

“I love my dad, hippety! No… well, I guess I remember it, but can I draw it? Maybe not..”

“Me too, grr! I just remembered I haven’t visited my folks since two years ago.”

“Wow, to think I get to show my dad off to the kids! I bet he’ll be so happy! Absolutely, but I'm not giving him this satisfaction. Make it up, that's what I'm doing.”

"That's actually really sad..." Usahara drooped his shoulders a bit.

I ignored everything else that happened, focusing on drawing some random man that would fit my character. What would fit my character? Maybe I should just make him have some normal clothes and make it up as I go? Nah, I’ll just make him another dancer.

I turned to see how the others were doing until I saw the fuck up the animals made.

“What the hell happened to your characters?” I questioned.

“Seriously, what happened to your characters?” Usamichi repeated.

That’s when they realized their fuck up. That didn’t work though, the kids still questioned it.

“H-hey, let’s take a look at the other two, hippety!”

I launched myself over to Usao, wrapping an arm around his shoulder with a hearty laugh.

“Man, I was wondering when I would be up! This is my dad! He’s another dancer like me! Showed me the ropes, you know? Ain’t he cool!”

“Yeah!”

“But I’m better, right!”

“YEAHH!”

“WOOO! That’s the spirit! Let’s move onto our amazing oniisan! Whatcha got the-... there…?”

The drawing he made was rough but it was of a muscular man throwing a crying kid and holding another crying kid. I had to strain my smile to keep it up as he spoke about his father. I’m… I’m amazed that he didn’t draw someone different like I did…

There was definitely more to this man, but children were present and he isn’t actually that close to us at the moment, so I doubt we’ll really get much more out of him unless we see through the lines…

Those lines have a pretty big gap though, so it’s not like it’s that hard.

“Weren’t you sad having him as a daddy?”

“If he hadn’t been my dad, I wouldn’t be here talking to you today!”

Wouldn’t that be a good thing?

“We all have only 1 life to live. Sometimes we think we’ve made a mistake, even if we can’t be sure whether that’s true or not… But in the end, if something brings us even a little happiness, it wasn’t a mistake at all! Whether you can reverse the mistakes of your mommies or daddies… all depends on the lives you grow up to lead. Even if you can’t live for somebody else… if you can live without blaming somebody else, I think that’s wonderful.”

Before a tear fell, I quickly wiped it away and went over to Uramichi, giving him a small side hug and a rub on his back. He put a hand on my shoulder, gripping it a bit tight for comfort.

Man, nothing can get past this man.

I couldn’t really see through my tears anymore as I sat down and took off my sunglasses.

“Fuck man… you need to warn me when you do those speeches..”

“Holy shit- are you crying?” Usahara asked.

“Shut up, I’ll clear up in a moment. Just… fuck…”

I felt someone pulling me into an embrace, petting my head so I rested against his shoulder.

“It’s ok to cry in front of us, just let it out.”

Uramichi…

~Flashback | 3rd person ~

“Stop crying! This isn’t something to cry about!” Y/n’s dad exclaimed.

“I-I ca-can’t!”

Y/n curled up in their seat at the dining table, pulling at their hair to relieve some stress.

“It’s just homework, why can’t you do something as simple as this?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Y/n flinched, eyes wide from their mistake as they looked up in fear. Their dad grabbed their face with a hand with a tight grip, making them look into his eyes.

“Look at me. Don’t yell. Just take a deep breath and get back to work. You can have your break after you’re done.”

This wasn’t the only memory that flew by the current Y/n’s head either.

“Mom, I can’t find my notebook!”

“So? C’mon, stop wasting my time.” She rolled her eyes.

“Huh? Can’t you help me look for it?”

“And why should I? You lost it.”

“And you lost your keys yesterday! Why do I have to help you look for your stuff when you lose it but when I lose stuff, you don’t help me?”

“Because that’s reality. People are unfair and you have to handle problems yourself.”

“But I helped you…”

“That’s your problem then.”

~ Flashback end | Still 3rd person ~

“It must’ve sucked having a dad like that, right?”

Uramichi didn’t respond, knowing they had more to say.

“My parents were always really strict with my academic grades. I never got break and their word was law. So I decided to do just what they wanted. Yeah, sure, it was more extreme but… that didn’t fucking matter. They got even more angry at me. ‘Why won’t you help me find my keys?’ Because you never helped me with anything. ‘Why don’t you just ask us for help?’ Because when I asked, you said that it was nothing and to get over it. ‘Why won’t you hang out with your friends?’ Because you said they’re useless! Nothing mattered! They were never happy with me! It’s to the point they changed everything for my sister yet still treated me the same!”

Kumatani and Usahara awkwardly looked at each other. They never really saw Y/n look so distraught before. In fact, they got more and more concerned as Y/n rambled on and on, words soon becoming incoherent. Uramichi only continued to hug them, feeling a strange sense of comfort holding them.

“That’s way too many expectations. It makes sense why you chose to do that.”

“And they still ask why I’m depressed. They gave me a therapist and right from the 3rd day, they asked why I’m not fixed? Is severe depression supposed to be something fixable like that? NO!”

“That’s actually very angering.”

“And that’s not even the worst of it- They say this whole job is stupid! That I have college degrees and should be doing something with my life! But I- I feel happy here! Even if this job is draining, I get to make some people happy! Why should I give that up?!”

Uramichi could only agree with most of what they said. And honestly, he really did agree with Y/n. Their parents were the type to think they were always in the right, even after having a group talk with their therapist. Now that’s a fixed mindset.

Eventually, Y/n took a quick breath, wiping away their tears and pulling away with a bright yet awkward smile.

“Well, that was a great vent! I think I should call my therapist for an earlier meeting- anyway- Thanks for listening. I hope to never do that again.”

“That’s a quick switch!” Usahara exclaimed.

Uramichi got up as well, putting his hands on their cheeks gently to make them look at his face, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

“What they did was wrong, you know that. Family shouldn’t be the only people you could depend on. Friends are a good thing to have. Hobbies, even if you drop them, are good too. As long as you find some happiness in what you do, it’s ok. So you don’t have to listen to them. Do what you want. Stay here as long as you want.”

“Seriously, please don’t leave me in this hell of a kids show-”

“Here, how about we go out for a drink? I know you don’t usually drink anything alcoholic, so maybe a cafe might be better?”

Y/n blinked owlishly, blushing slightly as they had started to lean forward into his touch. He couldn’t help but squish their cheeks together.

“Cute…”

“Uh, sure… When? What time?”

“How about today right now?”

“Yeah, um, sure. Great. Ok, let’s uh… go then…”

“You still have to change out of your clothes.”

“Right! Uh- I’ll be right back!”

Y/n quickly left to the stalls and Usahara crouched down.

“I can’t believe it… Uramichi is actually going on a date…”

“What are you talking about?”

Usahara jumped up, grabbing the gym rat by his sweater and shaking him violently.

“You idiot! Don’t you realize that you just asked Y/n on a date! A DATE! AND THEY ACCEPTED!”

Uramichi’s eyes widened, face going bright red.

“Oh shit, I did-”

A/N: Would ya look at that! I had enough motivation to type another thing! It's awful but whatever. I'll eventually get something actually romantic on here... hopefully... It's probably not what you expected, sorry... Anyway! Hope you have a good day!

#uramichi oniisan #uramichi x reader #gn reader

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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decking the halls

an: time to write to my husband, the loving kita shinsuke!! this is a lil bit based off of my own experiences anyway enjoy! this is for my winter event!

pairings: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: HUSBAND KITA, christmas mentions, food/eating mentions, TONS of pet names, v fluffy, suggestive ending

kita is one of the most dedicated people you've ever met. he puts absolutely everything he can into anything he is doing; working on the farm, helping a friend, even helping out with chores around the house.

that's why christmas this year is going to be exceptional.

when summer was making it's final goodbyes, kita had the realization that this year would be the first christmas the two of you would be celebrating as a married couple. ever since that day, he has been researching like crazy. articles about the pros and cons of a real tree, DIY garlands, what type of ornaments are best, and even polls on colored tree lights versus solid white. he can't help it. he wants everything to be perfect.

now, with the christmas season right around the rather blistery corner, his studying is finally about to pay off.

or, so he hopes.

"shin, what's all this?" you giggle as he leads you to the space in front of your fireplace, warm hands shielding your eyes from whatever is in store for you. sitting you down on to the rug slowly, he plops down next to you with a wide smile.

"keep 'em closed! just a second," he grunts as he plugs a string of lights into the outlet. he sits next to you in a hurry, before grabbing your hand.

"now! what do ya think angel?"

when your eyes open, you are met with the most perfect christmas tree you've ever seen, already wrapped with the warmest glow of hundreds of tiny lights.

"wow," you gasp. as you turn to him, you can't help the smile that pulls at your lips when you take in your husband, nearly rocking back and forth with excitement.

"what do ya think?" he almost shouts. "i'm sorry i didn't include ya in the search, but i wanted it to be a surprise," he nods towards the tree. "i stopped by a small farm on my way home from town, and they had the best trees! i read online about it," he grins proudly.

you look around in awe. "i can't believe it, shin! it's gorgeous. when did you have time to set this all up?"

his cheeks turn red, glowing a little under the christmas tree lights.

"well, before ya went to the store i added a few extra things to yer list," he scratches the back of his head. you gasp and smack his arm playfully.

"shin! how dare you," you joke. "i didn't even think twice!"

he laughs, pulling you into his chest and placing a warm kiss to your cheek.

"well, ya wanna get started? i've been waitin' for ya all evenin'!" he stands up, pulling you with him.

"sure! do we have ornaments?"

kita blinks. once, twice, three times.

"u-uh," he starts. he feels his heart race a little. how could i forget?

"darling, i'm so sorry. i was so excited 'bout the tree, and everything else i-"

"it's okay!" you grab his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. "i have some of my own in storage, and we can just get more another time!"

"storage," he repeats, looking at you with furrowed brows. after a second, his eyes light up once more. "just a second!"

after he runs out of the room, you head to the closet where the two of you keep most of your storage. pulling out the bin labeled seasonal decor, you carry it to the living room and place it in front of the tree. you pull out some garland, a couple knick-knacks, and a small box with a few childhood ornaments.

"okay, i figured it out," kita comes through the kitchen and over to your spot on the floor. "granny has a bunch at her house, said i used to put 'em on her tree when i was small," he breathes, glancing at the bin in front of you. "wait, where'd ya get those?"

"these are some of my own from when i was a kid. the other things are just small decorations i've picked up over the years," you look around at the few things on the rug in front of the fire. "it's not a lot, but it will do for now, i think." you smile up at him.

kita smiles, and his heart swells twice the size. the sight of you, glowing from the light of the fire and the twinkling lights around you making you look celestial.

"i think so too, sweetheart," his eyes flick to the clock on the wall, then back to you. "if ya don't mind, granny said we could use the ornaments. something about a 'late wedding gift'," that makes you snort. between the furniture, many meals, sweaters, and other random odds and ends, granny has given a few "late" gifts.

kita walks towards the door, grabbing his coat and keys. "i'll be right back, my pretty wife. then we can get the party started!" he blows you a kiss before heading out the door. when you hear his old truck start, you get to work.

flipping through recipe books, which also happen to be from granny, you decide on a gingerbread recipe that you can make before kita gets home. knowing his granny, he will be gone for a bit. and, your prediction is correct. just as you're placing the cookies on a cooling rack, the door swings open.

"honey, i'm home!" your sweet husband sing songs from the front door. he's completely hidden by the stack of boxes he's carrying in his arms. you rush over to help, but he places everything down before you get the chance.

he lets out a sigh and turns to you with a smirk.

"this box has the ornaments," he starts, pointing his finger at a large plastic bin. "this one has a few other things, i'm not sure what they are but she insisted we have 'em," he continues. the last box sits on the ground by itself, wrapped up with a large bow.

"a present?" you ask, and kita laughs.

"oh that," he laughs again. "granny said that's for us to open when we're all done."

"then let's get started!"

the two of you are all smiles as you grab different ornaments and hang them on the tree. you have to stop kita a few times when he tries to place a rather large ornament near the top, but he can't help it. he's too distracted.

this is everything he's ever wanted. decorating for christmas in front of the fire with the love of his life. watching you coo over each ornament that granny has gifted. spinning you around while you laugh, feeling as if you two are the only ones in the world.

after a while, everything is picture-perfect. the tree is fully decorated, with ornaments glistening and sparkling in the light. the tree is a perfect mix of the two of you, ornaments filled with history from both of you mix together to combine something extremely unique.

above the fireplace is a simple garland, and on top of the mantel are a couple photos from your wedding, mixed with a few knick-knacks. the couch is now adorned with a christmas quilt that granny has gifted the two of you, and the table is decorated with a beautiful table runner. granny's old advent calendar is placed on a shelf, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights.

your home looks magical. everything is so cozy, so perfect. the light is so warm and inviting, and the smell of gingerbread floating in from the kitchen makes it even more wonderful.

"i think we could be professionals, what do ya think baby?"

kita grabs a cookie off of the rack, leaning over the island as you pour tea for the two of you.

"not with your tree decorating skills. everyone knows that heavy ornaments go on the bottom!" you tease with a smirk.

he shakes his head. "maybe i like it like that!"

you laugh as the two of you walk back towards the living room, setting down your cups of tea on the coffee table. kita sits next to you, snuggling you close before draping the quilt over the two of you.

"i love ya so much, pretty girl. thanks for doin' this with me," he smiles before placing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

"thank you, shin. this was so much fun," you say with a yawn, nuzzling into kita even more. he hums, looking around.

"it does look amazing. now we just need a wreath for the door, and for it to snow,"

you hum back, closing your eyes and relaxing a little into his warmth. kita shuffles next to you, before placing something in your lap.

"did'ya forget? granny got us a little somethin', remember? go ahead, open it!"

you can't hide the smile on your face as you pull off the bow and slowly unwrap the present. you open the box to reveal a note that sits atop two pieces of fabric. you hold the note in your hand and read it out loud.

"it's a note from granny," you start, scanning over the note. "she says, 'i made these for you two last week. i figured it would tie everything together. i love you both so much, merry early christmas!'" kita smiles big, eyes crinkled and full of love.

"so, what did we get?"

you pull out two red stockings. one is embroidered with your initial, and the other has a big 's' on the front. at the bottom of the box are two nails.

"oh my god, shin! they're so perfect," you whisper, running your finger along the stitches. "will you-"

before you can finish, kita comes to your side with a hammer. he takes the nails, putting one at each end of the mantel, and you hang each of your stockings in their respective spots.

"now, we're complete. those do look very nice," kita nods with his hands on his hips. "we need to have granny over to see 'em!"

you hum, and kita wraps his arms around you from behind. "yes we do. i'm sure she would love to see everything all decorated."

kita nods and gives you a kiss on your head. he follows with one on your ear, one below your ear, and one where your neck and shoulder meet. you sigh, feeling him smiling into your skin.

"what are you thinking about?"

"there's so much room in between our stockings," he mumbles, and you furrow your brows.

"yeah?"

he nods again. "that just means more room for our kiddo's stockings someday,"

your heart skips a beat at that, fluttering at the thought of kita walking around the tree with a baby in his arms.

"that's a sweet thought," you sigh, leaning back into your husband. he smirks and pulls you closer.

"how 'bout we get started on closin' the gap?"

you gasp. "shin!"

he doesn't respond, only throwing you over his shoulder and towards your shared bedroom.

#heidswinterevent #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke imagine #kita x reader #kita x you #kita fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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ninjamelissajulien · 2 months

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DR2 notes

- ok teen riyu super cut

Pixal mentioned!!!!

Lloyd that’s ptsd

Kai my beloved

I love Kreel ngl

Inch resting with Cinder. Didn’t think I’d like him

Fugidove VA I can tell

Cinder fuckin don’t break their backs dear god

Master of smoke… what happened to ash???

EUPHRASIA

bagels are always good

Morro theme

I love the new intro

New colors for imperium outfits

NYAAAAAAAAAA

What is with people trying to make Lloyd eat rancid things

Also panic attacks canon with Lloyd and Zane

Are we not gonna mention Ash???

I love Sora so much

Can we fucking chill with the TEAPOTS PLEASE

Arin is such a scrunkly

Uh oh. I bet this is gonna go after Jay - shattering the goodness inside him.

I love euphrasia so much

CINDER FUCKING CHILL JESUS CHRIST

Ohhh the worm curse I forgot about that

Element masters but evil… force from the East banished them…

I do love that the new ninja are 3 girls 1 boy

Jordana I fucking love you

Aww Nya comforting Lloyd

Ash mention how the fuck did Kai beat Cinder so fast wtf I blinked and he was down

Ok I have to say the fighting is beyond amazing, but also holy shit shatter spin is terrifying and also Zane is fucjin dead rip

The sound that cinder makes with each hit is the gong sounds

They keep zooming in on one of the wolf warriors- also are they real people or the masks manifested

THEY FUCKING LEFT EUPHRASIA BEHIND

Life. That’s the dragon that claimed Lloyd. Lloyd’s element is Life.

The imperium source was Energy. Another is strength. Motion. The other 3 aren’t mentioned.

I love you Kai. So much. I’d kill for you.

Protective Kai for Wyldfire also Zane why are you staying behind

Jordana vs Cinder is fucjing funny

OK GOODBYE RANDOM PIECE OF CLOUD KINGDOM

RGB siblings real

WYLDFIRE you crazy son of a bitgh

God the animation is GORGEOUS

LMAOOO KAI YOURE THE ONE TO TALK

CAN THINGS NOT ATTACK NYA PLS

Leviathan theme

God Arin and Sora are brotp

Damn jays voice is deeper

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Jesus fucking Christ “the real Jay would never forget me” they’re going for that aren’t they

What was Kai’s - was it seabound

Of course Kai would jump first since Cole isn’t there

Me: ok I need to pause to go to the bathroom I’ll pause at the beginning of 4

The beginning of 4:

These bitches gay good for them good for them

WHAT DO YOU MEAN COLE WAS THE CHEF DOES NO ONE REMEMBER THE FIASCO OF COLES CHILI

Yep that’s Cole’s kid

God I love the sound of Nya’s element

Rontu I love you

BE NICE TO GEO

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO COLE TO THE RESCUE

Cole I love you so much

Forces from the East meet the Journey to the West

Coles powers are stronger

Bonzle is the key… maybe the undead open the gateway

What was last time???

SCRATCHED THE SURFACE???? TRUE POTENTIAL AIRJITZU TORNADO OF CREATION DRAGON FORMS????

THE PLUSH 😭

COLES BACK

please I’m begging you do we get a whole fucking episode about the backstory of the plush because u want that so badly

W… what… bonzle that’s a lot to just casually drop on someone

I love Bonzle’s voice.

Fuck yeah new story animation I love these (genuine!) also sorceress comes in later

A place more permanent than the realm of the departed… interesting

Cole holding Geos hand I saw that you gay cutie

No. Fucking. Way.

Rontu you amazing beast

Motion was one of the source dragons

God if that is Andrew as Egalt he’s fucking fantastic

Garmadon mentioned!!!!!!!!! SPINJITZU BROS MENTION

the ninja cured his loneliness 💔

MY FUCJING HEART BONZLE WHAT THE FUCJ

Wyldfire I love you you dumb bitgh

My favorite gif of the high five

ARIN 😭

THESE BITCHES GAY

aww Zane 🥹

What the fuck Ras is tripping

SACRIFICE???? JESUS ITS DARK

These worried parents

JIRO

THE SIBS

DETECTIVE FUCKING ZANE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

The rocky dangerbuff mustache

Do it wyldfire

CMON ARIN. NOT LIKE THAT

NO MOTHERFUCKER NOT YOU

Mention Lou I’m begging you

Or Marty Oppenheimer

“I was never the performer in my family.” Me: I… I mean… Lou… but the triple tiger sashay…

Have I mentioned the animation because Jesus it’s so good

The monastery?

Also I’ve noticed I haven’t heard any sound effects from Kirby yet which is interesting. Not bad by any means, but interesting. It’s nice that Andrew’s Cole is becoming his own 💙

Cole why are you staring at the wall oh

“Totally annoying and I was completely blameless” sure Cole sure also interesting that this is now the SECOND time Jay has been mentioned

Chen’s noodle house mention

3 mentions

I don’t know who you are but I love you you queer queen also sprite???

Aww wyldfire

Bonzle 😭😭😭

Uh oh who’s knocking THESE FUCKERS AGAIN????

Zane you handsome dumbass I love you

AAAAAAAAAAA MY GUCJING HHEHEJEKFHFJKJWAAAAAAAAA

KAI YOU MAGNIFICENT MOTHER FUCKER

Uh oh

That happened fast

WHAT OK THE FUCK NO EXPLANATION

Damn nindroid-phobic where the fuck is Jay

Zane I love you

Me: where the fuck is Jay *two seconds later* THERES THE MOTHERFUCKER

wait the shatter spin JAY GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE

EIGHT EPS FOR THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Ok so amnesia yes but admin jay not too long lmao just bring up Nya

Are we not going to mention Nindroids

Hey can we get to Jay????

/ZANW don’t ZANE HESUS CHRUST DINT SCARE ME LIKE THAT

Jay???? Jay????? HELLO JAY????? JAY?????????? WE JUST NIT GINNA JAY??????

I forgot about Jordana lmaooooo

Oh yeah I forgot Cinder lmaooooooooooo

Wow the super old “using jay’s voice for Kai as a whimper” sound

Are we still not bringing up Jay

BONZLE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oooh flashback

Boy Euphrasia really got sidelined didn’t she

So we really aren’t going for Jay aren’t we

Who is this Janet????

GO RIYU GOOOOOOOOO

Arin and his seatbelt

You motherfuckers STOP WITH THE GODDAMN TEAPOT

Cole Rottweiler confirmed

TAKE OFF THE MASKS. TAKE. OFF THE. MASKS. TAKE THEM OFF

Euphrasia!!!!!!!!!

Take. Off. The. Masks. Now.

Uh oh ARIN

Don’t you fucking dare tempt arin

I TOLD YOY TO TAKE THEM OFF

WHY IS IT ALWAYS KAI WHY ALWAYS KAI SOMEONE RESXUE KAI PLEASE MY SCRIMLY

GO NYA GO

I will kill myself if something happens to Kai

They better not

I will do it

I’m not on my meds

Where

Nokt

Hello

Kai

Hello

Kai

I’m suing.

#ninjago #Ninjago spoilers #Ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers

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winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts · 4 months

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pinned post! latest edit: April the 10th

Howdy!!! I'm Doc, or Wolfy, or whatever name you want to use. Any pronouns are fine!

I have an unreliable sleep schedule/forgetful/message notifications don’t show up- so if you need me uhh keep yelling until I notice? Aaahhh...

Not a system! I have a dozen sonas/fursonas (not sarcasm) (I hope you plural peeps have a good day-)

I put reblogs in a queue or schedule!! If I like an art post of your but don't reblog, don't worry, it'll be out in a week or so.

Tag list, ordered by most common to least common in each category. Starting with my personal tags, then general navigation tags.

Art tag: wolfys art (my art), 2022 artchive (specifically my art from 2022)

Cool art by pals: grand showcase of arts

Doc says something: wolf chats

All art month challenges: Just Here To Have Fun

Kiley and co stuff (commonwealth setting): little wastrels

NOTE the au is getting rebooted so old stuff is not canon.

second fallout au (island setting, custom location for an rp): badlands crew

My main story stuff, not fallout: Split Fates au

posts that vaguely relate to my ocs: jeanposting, jerposting

Other aus- SCP Jailbreak!, museums monsters n marvels, voidspace crew, When Multiverses Collide, eternal spring

I kind of hit my story with a hammer and it shattered into a million pieces. oops

Misc fandom tags: fallout, whump stuff, bg3, doctor who, ace attorney, hermitcraft, qsmp, warrior cats, good omens

Misc common tags: described (posts with image or video ID), michaelnordeman (his animal photography), birds, food

important tags: reblogging for future reference (general tips), promo (friends news), boost (donation posts), flashing, eyestrain, psa

"You have to reblog!" And similar phrases: rebait

Subcategories of tips tags: drawing tips, writing tips, fave (personal favourites), cooking tips, health tips, tech tips. (more to be added soon)

Note- these are not tagged reliably: ghouls, zombies, blood, skeletons, suggestive, insects, spiders, guns, drug use, smoking, all caps, partial nudity, death

Characters that frequently appear are... ( updated 10 April, more descriptions to be added soon, please hold!)

Rabbit: A human-sized anthro rabbit! Light grey and white fur, green eyes. Usually in a grey suit with a green tie and gold scarf- or in white robes with gold jewelry. Sometimes drawn with long curved gold colored horns.

Wolfy: A cartoony anthro wolf, exactly five feet tall! Medium grey fur, has oval mirrors (with two shine marks) in place of eyes, and has grey and purple wings and a bird tail over his wolf tail. Always in a medium grey suit with a purple tie. Sometimes drawn with deerlike antlers.

Parsure: Looks like a blonde and light skinned human dude with dull blue eyes! He has shoulder-length hair with jagged bangs, and has a goatee and mustache. Always wears jeans, a white t shirt, red converse shoes, and a leather jacket. There's a large red bullseye on the back of the jacket. There's patches on the left sleeve: A red X symbol, and a night sky with a black stripe down the right side. On the right sleeve: A yellow axe symbol, and grey hexagon with a blue and orange background.

Jerome Drew (should be updated to Jerome Heulwen, I'll get to it soon), <- my main guy :D

Rev -(belongs to hollyrosecheeks),

Vince: A were-snow leopard! Um. Imagine a snow leopard, but with gold eyes.

Jodie: A were-pine-marten! Like a ferret but bigger, brown furred with white patches on the face and chest.

Kiley: (new oc, aaaah- I will redo my reference soon)

Jean: (probably) human dude with short brown hair! Wears a full mask that looks like a crow’s face. Usually wears a white shirt, grey vest and tie, grey slacks, and brown dress shoes. Sometimes wears a simple black jacket. Or a scarecrow's hat and black gloves.

Psst if you have a spare dollar can you pass it along to my pal Fern!

Cashapp: cash.app/$AustinToach

PayPal: paypal.me/AustinStidham

Venmo: venmo.com/u/Austin-Toach

uh if you show me you've donate something I'll draw you a doodle-

End of the post! Have a good day, wahoo

#pinned post #ocs should have names capitalized in the post tags!#some characters' names change depending on au and time. uhhhh don't worry about it :]#pulling a “that's not my neighbor” and switching up “always” and “usually”- it's lore important ahaha

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Keef Hugs

Though Keith will literally hiss when anyone suggests social interaction or physical contact, he has grown to appreciate it from the space fam.

He is ok with it when Hunk randomly ruffles his hair or smudges a bit of batter on his cheek.

He'll pet Pidge on her back until she falls asleep on those long nights when she can't sleep because of nightmares, and then he'll carry her to her room.

Allura will place her hand on his cheek and comfort him when his anxiety acts up.

Coran pats (read: slams) him on the back, forgetting his Altean strength.

Shiro gives him hugs and rest his arms on Keith's head playfully.

Lance... Lance is hard to say. He is the type of friend to treat everyone over-the-top-affectionately. Keith's learned to roll with it. When Lance is nervous, he'll lace their fingers together reassuringly. They hug often, and the rest of the team is used to seeing the two boys holding each other throughout the day. Lance has even gone as far as to kiss Keith on the top of his head after the smaller boy had gotten hurt.

One night, no one in the castle can sleep because the temperature is acting up again.

They all haul every pillow and blanket they can find into the lounge. Their tactic of staying close for warmth turns into a full-on sleepover, complete with pillow fights and hair-braiding.

For some reason, despite Allura having, like, 3 feet of flowing hair, everyone decides that they prefer braid Keith's hair instead.

Someone produces flowers from somewhere (as one does) and then there were colorful blooms weaved into Keith's inky locks as well.

He looked really, really gay.

Shiro took pictures from every angle possible before wiping away a non-existent tear and mumbling something about how 'his baby bro is all grown up.'

Lance hides his face under a blanket so no one will have to witness his bi panic.

They play truth or dare for a while, every going easy on Keith because for some reason it was really hard to pick on him when he looked so damn cute like this.

Somehow, Lance and Keith end up sleeping right next to each other.(totally had nothing to do with Pidge and Spacedad being mega-shippers.)

When Keith wakes up the next morning, he is pleasantly surprised to find that he is very warm, and his pillow is strangely comfy.

Click

Keith is startled awake and realizes that Lance is holding him tightly, and his pillow is actually Lance's chest. Oops.

He turns as much as he can to see Pidge and Shiro obsessively taking picture after picture of the two of them.

Keith struggles to get out of the situation and stab the fan-paladins before they can get too much blackmail.

"Uh uh u-uh," Shiro singsongs. "If you don't stay down and go back to sleep, I will not hesitate to put sleeping pills in your breakfast and then bring you right back here."

Keith slowly lays his head down on Lance, who has apparently stayed peacefully dozing throughout all of this. Keith falls asleep begrudgingly to the lovely thought of Shiro drugging/blackmailing his ship into sailing.

#klance #takashi shirogane #volton #vld #voltron ledgendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #brotherly love at its finest #tawny post

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professorspork · 1 year

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u should like!! toootally drop blake and yang outfit references for ur newsbees au. for like. research purposes

!!! okay I can't tell if you're asking this for fanart reasons (EVERYONE SHOULD FEEL VERY FREE TO DO THAT) or for spank bank "my thirst requires an accurate theater of the mind" reasons (VALID) but

this makes me UNHINGED and i plan to be SO THOROUGH so THANK YOU FOR ASKING

i have put this under a cut to spare you all but i think you should click on it and admire the gilded age urchin chic

first of all, let me say that Newsies Are Beautiful. They have never met two clashing patterns they didn't want to combine and I think they are perfect in every way

that said

the classic Jack look could certainly use some tailoring before it's truly ready for the Yang prime time

these numbered fellas give us a better place to start when it comes to I WANT MY NEWSIES TO NOT BE SWIMMING IN CLOTHES TWO SIZES TOO BIG YES I KNOW THE VERITAS OF THEM SCROUNGING FOR WHATEVER BUT ALSO. THIRST.

Fella 1 is a pretty bang-on Yang and you can tell that was his intention because he's growing out his hair, bless. sleeves rolled to show arm, shirt unbuttoned scandalously to show cleavage, open vest, neat cap, high socks. the lower half does lose points for the striped socks that remind me of the Wicked Witch of the East's feet sticking out and the fact that he's clearly in tap shoes as opposed to work boots like his friend Fella 3

Fella 2 gets EXTRA sock points for the argyle and the vest-but-no-collar combo which is very Nora. He also has a neat cap, which Blake always does because she's hiding her ears.

Fella 3 has a sloppy cap but is otherwise a bang-on Blake; kempt and tidy in ways Yang never is even though they are essentially wearing the exact same thing. Blake knows how to button buttons and Yang pretends she forgets every day

Fella 4's rocking the henley and suspenders combo which serves any member of our cast, a fucking classic

Fella 5 is wearing a tie he is trying so hard he wants to look nice at work, 100% a Jaune move

sir that-- that's not how crutches are supposed to-- SIR--

this Crutchie exhibits excellent Newsie styling in a very Yang color palette. high socks, mixing of patterns, rolled sleeves; excellent. the slightly fancier waistcoat, actually buttoned, isn't something Yang would go for but certainly wouldn't be amiss on Blake, Ruby, or Velvet

Ruby also, of course, wears a signature red scarf instead of her cloak:

like her scarf and hat just absolutely dwarf her, she's WEE SMOL

above we see our previous example Crutchie not leaping through the air, and his outfit remains exemplary but for the backwards cap, which I shan't abide. the Jack to his left-- what with his WIDE open shirt, tight undershirt, rolled sleeves, and suspenders, is very Yang.

good Yang looks can also mean THE SHORTEST SLEEVES EVER, TO SHOW OFF THE GUNS:

both excellent choices, and of course our lower fella (TURN THAT CAP AROUND YOUNG MAN) has got his bandana going, which is Quite Yang

all the guys in the background there are gold too tbh

look at this king in this fashion pose but also YEAH WHY NOT BANDANAS ON THE ARMS BANDANAS EVERYWHERE the yang xiao long story

^^ this outfit, on the other hand, is pretty exactly spot-on for Blake immediately post haircut/makeover

Weiss, I'm sure you've already guessed, is a Classic Katherine:

she's buttoned-up, she's fancy, her shit matches and she's the only one in a skirt.

the only thing where my brain gets REALLY SPECIFIC is the finale so uh. spoiler warning I guess for screenshots of the Newsies film and vague references to a plot resolution if you're reading the AU without having watched it

but the finale looks are ICONIC and non-negotiable

button shirt OVER henley OVER bandana and nothing's buttoned? suspenders on but hanging loose from the hips? hell yes.

i actually even managed to make that dirt smudge on David's tummy plot-relevant to Blake and that was completely subconscious and I didn't realize I did it until looking up these screenshots but there you have it. and by this point Weiss gets to be a little more loose and dressed-down, a la Sarah

in conclusion they're in love look at those heart eyes oh my god

#newsbees au #fic what i wrote #rwby

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sticktopia · 6 months

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Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)

The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.

Gold (Chapter 1)

“Darling, Gold… You're dead.” Gold stared at Dandi. She didn’t seem to fully understand what Dandi meant.

“D-dead…?” Gold stuttered. Dandi sighed and hugged Gold.

“You are no longer part of the living world. Your physical body has been erased from that existence. You're dead Gold.” Gold processed the word. Dead. She knows she’s heard it before. But she couldn't remember where. Then it hit her.

“Y-you mean…” Gold choked as Dandi’s words finally dawned on her. Dead, no longer alive, gone. The ten year old’s head began to spin as she finally understood.

“N-No!!! I can't be!!! I promised dad that I'd be with him forever!!! I can't be dead!!!” Gold screamed, pushing away from Dandi. Dandi allowed the child to step away. But once Gold lost the physical support of the older stick, she fell to the floor in despair. She broke her promise. She was gone. Just like her mom. Dandi watched with pained eyes as Gold had a panic attack.

“Darling-”

“I don't wanna be dead!!! I wanna go home!!! I want my dad!!! Dad!! Daddy!!!!” Gold wailed loudly. Dandi embraced the child and held her tightly. Gold weakly fought the older stick, she was confused, scared, and wanted to go home. Dandi held the little girl close and stroked her hair.

“Ssssshhhhh, it’s ok darling.” Dandi softly said as she pulled the girl into her lap. Dandi rocked her gently. Once Gold had calmed down enough, she spoke again.

“Why did I have to die…? I didn't want to die….” Gold tearily asked. Dandi sighed and looked down at the young stick in her arms.

“Sometimes, life’s unfair, and it hurts really good people.” Dandi said as she and Gold stood. Dandi held Gold’s hand, keeping the child steady on her feet.

“How did I die…?” Gold suddenly asked. Dandi paused.

“When your after death amnesia wears off, you will remember your death.” Dandi said as she began to lead the child to a big house. Gold gasped as she saw the house. Temporarily forgetting her despair, she became curious about the palace-like house.

“Whoa. Is this where you live, Miss Dandi?” Gold asked with wonder. Dandi let out a breathy chuckle.

“Yes, I do live here. And so do a few others.” As if on cue, the door to the house opened, revealing a massive living room filled with sticks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Gold gasped in awe.

“There’s so many!” Gold gasped as she held onto Dandi’s hand a little tighter. Gold’s little hands trembled. She was nervous, but also excited to meet everyone there. Dandi walked into the house, leading Gold through the many other sticks. Some stopped and watched as she and Gold passed by, making gold nervous. Dandi then went to the front of the living room, pulling on a rope. As she did, a bell then rang. The whole room went quiet as their attention was on Dandi.

“Good evening everyone! I hope you all are doing well tonight. I know that this is very sudden, but we got a new arrival just a few minutes ago!” Dandi loudly announced to the room. The room cheered, asking many questions about the new arrival. Dani put her hand up and the crowd slowly calmed down.

“Now, our newest edition is on the younger side. So please, I want you all to be careful with her.” Dandi then carefully ushered Gold in front of her. Dandi bent down and whispered in Gold’s ear.

“Introduce yourself babes.” Gold looked up at Dandi with an unsure look. Dandi smiled softly and nodded, gently squeezing the child’s shoulders for comfort. Gold took in a breath and stared out at the expectant crowd.

“U-um, my name is Gold. I-I’m ten and uh… I hope that we can all get along…?” She stuttered.

“Hi gold! Welcome to our home!” The crowd called gold jumped a bit. The sudden wave of voices scared her, but she was also excited and happy to know that these people welcomed her with open arms.

“Thank you for Welcoming me!” Gold suddenly said with glee. The crowd giggled and awed before slowly going back to what they were doing. Dandi chuckled and led Gold into another room.

“You feeling ok Goldie?” Dandi softly asked the ten year old. Gold nodded a bit.

“Y-yeah. I think I'm ok. That was scary though.” Gold said with a lopsided smile. Dandi giggled and ruffled her hair.

“Don't worry babes. You’ll get used to it eventually.” Gold giggled and moved Dandi’s hand off her head.

“Alright, now that you've been introduced, I can-”

“Miss Dandi! Miss Dandi!” A voice suddenly shouted. Dandi and Gold turned to see a green stick child behind them. He seemed to be Gold’s age. Maybe a little bit older.

“Yeah, what is it Sage?” Dandi asked the excited boy.

“Can we show Gold to her room?! Please?! We promise not to be rough with her!” Sage excitedly asked.

“We?” Gold asked out loud. She then glanced behind the boy to see about three other stick kids peeking out from behind the wall. Dandi chuckled.

“Well, that’s a question for our new friend here. Do you want to go with them Gold?” Dandi asked. Gold looked up at Dandi and then back at the boy before her. She smiled and looked back up at dandi.

“Yeah! I wanna go with them! “ Gold said, bouncing on her toes. Dandi chuckled and pat Gold’s shoulders.

“Alright then. Off you all go then.”

“Yes!!!” Sage cheered as he grabbed Gold’s hand and ran off with the other kids.

“Dinner’s at nine!” Dandi called as she leaned against the entrance.

“You're letting them take her?” A dark pink stick asked, standing behind Dandi. Dandi chuckled and shrugged a bit.

“The kid’s still shaken by the realization. What she needs are kids her age to help her out.

**********

The group of kids led the newcomer up and down some halls and up some stairs before making it to a hallway full of doors. Gold panted as they finally stopped.

“You guys are too fast!” She gasped, catching her breath. The orange stick next to her giggled.

“Sorry. It’s not every day we get a new friend!” They said excitedly.

“Yeah! It’s usually adults that come by. But this time we got another kid!” A purple stick cheered.

“We’re excited to meet you! “ Another red stick said excitedly.

“Oh look! This is your room!” Sage said as the group of kids pulled up next to a door. Gold looked up to see her name in big letters on the door.

“Whoa! When was this made?” Gold asked.

“It was made when you entered the house!” The red stick explained.

“Whoa! So is it magic?!” Gold asked excitedly.

“It kinda is! Go on! Open the door!” The lavender stick said. Gold nodded and took hold of the handle. Gold then pulled the handle down and entered the room.

WHOA!!!” Gold gasped as she saw the room that was created for her. Her bed looked like it was made for a princess. She also had a closet full of clothes just for her. Gold then ran over to the window and excitedly climbed onto the window seat. She pressed her face against the glass and looked outside. What she saw was a beautiful field of flowers.

“Your room is so pretty!!!” The red stick said as she hopped into Gold’s bed.

“Thanks uh-” Gold paused as she sat on the cushioned seat. “Did I ever get your name?”

The four stick kids froze as Gold asked that. Sage then turned to the other three.

“You guys didn't introduce yourselves! Quick!’ Sage said as he and the other three got in line one behind the other. Gold sat on the windowsill in confusion. Before she could ask what they were doing, Sage bowed dramatically.

“Sage at your service!” He said before stepping away.

“Ember reporting for duty!” Ember said with their chest puffed out. They then did a salute before marching away.

“Iris on sight!” Iris said as she jumped forward. She then cartwheeled away, leaving the last stick to introduce herself.

“Scarlet’s the name! And never forget it!” Scarlet said as she twirled away. Gold hopped off the window seat and followed her new friends.

“You guys are so cool!!!” Gold said excitedly. The four stick kids bowed as gold clapped for them.

“Thank you thank you!” Scarlet said, blowing kisses to an invisible crowd. The other giggled as she did so.

“You're so dramatic Scarlet.” Sage said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ruffled her hair.

“Hey! Hey, stop that!” Scarlet huffed as she escaped his grasp and fixed her hair.

“Can't help that it’s built into my very code! I was born for the stage!” Scarlet said as she checked herself in the mirror.

“Is that what you did before coming here?” Gold asked curiously.

“Yep! I was a child prodigy! And I would have been famous if that stupid wannabe didn't shove me into the road.” Scarlet scoffed.

“Wannabe?” Gold asked. Scarlet turned to gold, an almost mischievous look in her eyes.

“Oh no! She’s gonna do it again!” Iris gasped.

“Run Gold! Before it’s too late!” Ember said. But it was indeed, too late. The next thing Gold knew, she was sitting in a chair and it was dark.

“Um-” Suddenly, there was a spotlight pointing at her bed. Scarlet stood there in a dramatic pose. Gold was about to ask what she was doing before Scarlet began talking.

“It starts with a tale as old as time. A young girl with dreams of being a star! She had the looks and the talents! She would have made the perfect star!” As Scarlet told her story, she gave a very dramatic dance. At least, that’s what gold thought it was.

“But of course, every story needs its villain. Enter my mortal enemy; Xenon! They also aspired to be like me! A star! We competed for years! I used to believe it was a friendly competition! But, I was betrayed!” Suddenly, the light faded. Gold sat patiently, she was slightly confused, but understood the jist of Scarlet’s story. Suddenly, the light came back on and Scarlet was in a whole new set of clothing.

“On that fateful day, we were to compete once more. Compete for the main role in the biggest play of the century! Just as I make my way to the theater, I run into my mortal enemy! We spoke for a bit! And right before I turn to leave, they push me into the street! Right in front of an oncoming truck!” Gold gasped as the lights suddenly snapped off. When they came back on, Scarlet was in tattered clothing. Gold wondered where all these clothes came from. She’d have to ask Scarlet after the performance.

“Unfortunately for me, the impact didn't kill me on sight. But instead, it put me in a coma. I was trapped within my body for months, slowly withering away while my parents gave everything they had to keep me alive. But alas, my injuries were too great, and I soon succumbed to the cold hands of death.” The spotlight faded out again. Once the room lights came on, gold clapped for Scarlet. Scarlet bowed gracefully.

“Thank you, thank you! You're too kind!” The crimson stick giggled.

“Are we done yet?” Ember sighed as they sat at the foot of Gold’s bed. Scarlet scoffed and sat down.

“Oh come on! That was a great performance!” She huffed.

“It was nice the first time. But after the fifth it just gets boring.” Ember murmured.

“Rude.” Scarlet said as she climbed off of Gold’s bed. God stood from her seat and joined the rest of the group.

“I had fun. Was that whole story true?” Gold asked. Scarlet nodded.

“Yeah. That’s how I died. Slow and painful.” She said as she leaned against the wall. Gold noticed that Scarlet’s normally fiery personality faltered. So gold walked up to scarlet and hugged her.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Scarlet yelped in surprise.

“I'm hugging you.” Gold said, looking up at the older girl. Scarlet’s face became darker as she looked away.

“W-well obviously! But what I'm asking is why!” Scarlet demanded. Gold looked at Scarlet innocently.

“You looked sad. My dad hugged me whenever I was sad. So, I thought I should hug you too.” Gold said, resting her head on Scarlet’s shoulder.

“AAAWWWWEEEEEE!!!!!” Iris, Sage, and Ember cooed at the two. Scarlet sputtered.

“Wh-what the heck was that?!” Scarlet flusteredly demanded. Gold looked up at Scarlet.

“Do you not like hugs?” She timidly asked. Gold was about to let go of Scarlet when Scarlet’s arms quickly wrapped around Gold.

“N-no! I-I like hugs! Y-You just caught me off guard!” Scarlet said with a huff. The whole room was suddenly full of laughter from the five little sticks.

The friends were lying on the floor in the middle of Gold’s room. They lay face up, staring at the fake stars on the ceiling.

“You know,” Gold started, getting everyone’s attention. “I think I’m starting to get used to it here.”

“Really?” Ember asked, turning to face the new recruit. Gold nodded.

“Yeah. I think with you guys here, I’ll be able to get through anything.” Gold said with a smile. Gold expected her friends to reply back to her. But they didn’t. In fact, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. Gold turned onto her stomach and looked at the other stick kids in the room.

“G-guys…?” Gold stuttered. Her friends all looked away from her.

“D-did I say something wrong? I’m sorry-“

“No, gold. It wasn’t you.” Sage said as he sat up. He wore a sad smile, trying to comfort the younger girl. But it didn’t work.

“Then why are you guys so sad?” Gold asked. The other three sat up and looked at gold. All sharing the same sad look.

“Gold, you don’t remember your death yet right?” Sage asked. Gold shook her head.

“No not yet… why?”

“Gold, when someone remembers their death, It can cause them to change….” Ember said.

“What do you mean by change?”

“Well, before I died, I was a servant in training. One of the things we had to do was test food for poison.” Sage said. He scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Turns out there was poison in the food I ate. I puked myself to death.” Gold’s eyes widened in horror. Iris hugged Sage as she shook.

“When I remembered my death, I just couldn't eat anymore. I was so afraid of feeling that pain again, if I wasn't already dead, I probably would have starved myself to death!” Sage dryly chuckled.

“S-so you don't eat anymore…?” Gold carefully asked.

“Sage eats now. But it takes a bit of encouragement for him to even finish.” Scarlet said, moving a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“Not only does remembering death change you mentally, it also changes you physically.” Iris said as she stood.

“See, I was raised in a circus. I did trapeze with my brother.” Iris said as she showed off her flexibility.

“We were performing one day when my rope snapped. I fell to my death.” Iris said as she stood upright again.

“The fall broke all my bones. That’s why I'm so flexible.” Iris explained as she suddenly contorted her body into an unnatural position. Gold cringed as Iris did.

“Ok ok! Stop doing that!” Gold said as she covered her eyes.

“Sorry.” Iris said as she turned her body back to normal. Gold uncovered her eyes and sniffled.

“If you guys’ death changed you guys so horribly, iIm afraid of my death.” Gold said as she hugged herself. Sage, Iris, Scarlet, and Ember embraced the little girl, trying to make her feel better.

“It’s ok Gold. When you do remember your death, we’ll be there to support and help you.” Ember said. There was suddenly a knock at the door.

“Gold, are you in there?” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“Who’s that?” Gold whispered.

“Oh, that’s Mr Bel. He works for Miss Dandi.” Iris said as she backflipped her way to the door. Once there, she opened the door and smiled.

“Hi Mr Bel! What are you doing here?” The youngest stick asked excitedly. Bel glanced down at iris before scanning Gold’s room. He then cleared his throat.

“Dinner is ready. Everyone is waiting for you five.” Bel explained. The stick kids hopped to their feet.

“Yeah! Dinner!!!” The younger members cheered. Sage just sat awkwardly.

“You think I can sit this one out?” He sheepishly asked.

“Oh come on Sage! You need to eat more anyway!” Scarlet huffed, pulling Sage along with her.

“But I ate lunch! I don't have to eat dinner too!!” Sage yelped as Scarlet dragged him out of the room. Iris giggled as she took Gold’s hand.

“Come on! We gotta go before the others get all the good food!” Iris said excitedly

“Yeah! Let's go!!” The two girls then followed their friends out of the room and down to the dining room.

Prologue-(Chapter 1)-Chapter 2

#Sancuary AU #ava gold #alan becker #ava #avm #fanfic #Sticktopia’s stories

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Showbiz Pizza Magic Night (1984), Segment 7: "Letters to Looney Bird #2/Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" Transcript

Note: Here we are, at segment seven of Magic Night, with the second Letters to Looney Bird segment and Beach Bear's cover of Every Little Thing She Does is Magic. This was probably the hardest segment to do because it gets so unhinged so fast, but I did my best! Only one more segment after this one, but if you missed the rest of them, you can find links to them all at the bottom of the script. You can find the footnotes in the same area.

Some extra stammers and stutters omitted for clarity's sake.

As always, if I've made any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them ASAP!

MAGIC NIGHT 1984

SEGMENT SEVEN: "LETTERS TO LOONEY BIRD #2/EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC"

Featuring:

Burt "Sal" Wilson as Fatz Geronimo

Aaron Fechter as Billy Bob Brockali and Looney Bird

Duke Chauppetta as Dook LaRue

Shalisa Sloan as Mitzi Mozzarella

Rick Bailey as Beach Bear

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FATZ: Hello, hello, hello! And welcome back to Magic Show here at Showbiz Pizza Place. Now, this next song certainly conjures up a special feeling of magic in my heart. It’s called, Every Little Thing She Does is Magic and it’s by a band I’m sure you’re all familiar with called The Police.

LOONEY BIRD: Wait, Fatz, wait! Hold on! Before you play your next song, I wondered if you’d mind if I did a little segment of Letters to Looney Bird.

FATZ: I don’t know, Looney Bird. I like the show and everything, no offense, but I’m just about to sing a song and I’d like to use these few minutes for my own little introduction, if you know what I mean. So, uh, it’s not often I get to visit with the audience here. I like to talk to them just a minute, you know.

LOONEY BIRD: Okay, okay. Well, I’ll be real quick. And besides, the next letter was written to you.

FATZ: No, I said, it’s, uh… What?

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah, to you.

FATZ: … It’s written to me?

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah. Yeah.

FATZ: Well, why didn’t you say so? That’s a horse of a different color!

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah, okay. Well, thanks, Fatz!

FATZ: Go right ahead and read it there! Uh-uh, yes! Take all the time you need.

BILLY BOB: See, Looney Bird? All you had to do was ask politely. A few good manners goes a long way!

FATZ: Read the letter, Looney Bird.

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah, okay, quiet on the set. Give me my music!

(The band cues up the Letters to Looney Bird music and sound effects, underscoring LOONEY BIRD’s dialogue.)

LOONEY BIRD (Cont.): And now, Showbiz Pizza Place proudly presents: Letters to Looney Bird! An in-depth look at characters, places, and even some other characters here at Showbiz Piz-

FATZ: Read- Read- Read the letter, Looney Bird.

LOONEY BIRD: Your host today is me, the Looney Bird, the world-renowned, uh. Okay. Okay, I’ll read the letter. Forget the intro.

(The music and sound effects fade out.)

LOONEY BIRD (Cont.): Okay, here’s the letter. This letter is written from eight-year-old Debbie Hawkins of Jacksonville, Florida. We got anybody from Jacksonville out there?

FATZ: Uh, read the letter, Looney Bird, I wanna hear what you’re telling me.

LOONEY BIRD: Okay, okay. Okay, yeah. Quick, quick, here it comes. “Dear Looney Bird, I am writing you this letter because I have a crush on Fatz.” Yeah, yeah! “But please don’t tell him because I would just die.”

(This draws laughter from a few members of the band.)

FATZ: Read it, Looney Bird!

LOONEY BIRD (Cont.): “Could you find out how old he is, so I can know what the chances are of us going steady? I am only eight, but my daddy says I’m real mature for my age. Thank you very much. Love, Debbie Hawkins.” Well, Fatz, do you have an answer for Debbie?

FATZ: Uh. Well-

DOOK (In a mocking falsetto voice.): “Will you go steady with me, Fatz? I just love those big muscles and black hair!”

(This draws more laughter.)

FATZ: Hey! Dook, if you don’t quit that-

BILLY BOB: Come on, Dook, hey come on, let’s-

FATZ: Hey! Cut the sarcasm back there, if you don’t mind. Now, uh, what was that question, Looney Bird?

LOONEY BIRD: Debbie wants to know how old you are.

FATZ: Oh, that’s right. Uh, let me see, uh… How old I am… Uh… I don’t know. 20? 30? 40? Beats me! I really don’t know. Uh.

BEACH BEAR: Oh, come on.

LOONEY BIRD: Okay, well, come on, I mean, you know, be serious!

FATZ: Well, uh. Okay. Just- Just- Just- Just, uh. Let me think here. Uh. Tell you the truth, I’m, uh, I’m exactly-lactly, presently and accounted for, not more or less than, uh… eleven years of faithful gorilla service to all ape kind.

LOONEY BIRD: Eleven?

FATZ: That means I’m eleven, not a day older.

LOONEY BIRD: You expect my show to have any credibility telling someone you’re eleven!?

(BEACH BEAR starts to interject.)

FATZ: I am eleven! That’s what I said! And, uh-

LOONEY BIRD: Beach Bear, what were you gonna say?

BEACH BEAR: I was gonna say, if we cut his leg in half, I think we could count the rings and really find out the whole answer to this.

(Everyone laughs.)

FATZ: No, no, I’m really-

BILLY BOB: That’s a zinger!

(More laughter.)

BEACH BEAR: Thanks.

FATZ: I’m eleven in gorilla years.

LOONEY BIRD: Oh. Gorilla years. Explain that, please.

FATZ: Well, you’ve heard of dog years, haven’t you?

LOONEY BIRD: Boy, I’m a good commentator.

FATZ: Yeah, you are, Looney Bird. You’re a good-

LOONEY BIRD: You think I’m gonna get good ratings for this?

FATZ: Yeah!

LOONEY BIRD: Excuse me. Go ahead, go ahead, I’m sorry.

FATZ: I think you’re a [?]*, too.

(Everyone laughs.)

BILLY BOB: Now, come on, let’s uh- uh. How old are you, Fatz? Go ahead, tell us.

FATZ: Well, I’m eleven in gorilla years. You’ve heard of dog years and everything.

BILLY BOB: Uh-huh.

FATZ: One people year’s supposed to equal seven dog years, right?

BILLY BOB: Uh-huh.

FATZ: Well, so you got dog years, you got gorilla years. You got mouse years, you got bear years, bird years. You got all kinds of years. You got groundhog years, you got green spotted snapping turtle years. And you got Tasmanian leaf-eating albino pygmy gopher years, you know.

LOONEY BIRD: Tasmanian what?

FATZ: You got walrus years, and you got antelope years-

BILLY BOB: Wait a minute, Fatz. Wait a minute. That’s enough. We all got the point, um-

(As FATZ goes on, DOOK, BEACH BEAR, and MITZI begin to laugh.)

FATZ: You got horny toad years, you got pregnant guppy years, and you know what else you got? You got Sam the Chowderhead years.

(BILLY BOB joins in the laughter.)

BILLY BOB: Sam the Chowderhead? What- What brought that up?

FATZ: Yeah, and you also- you got water buffalo, baby water buffalo years, uh-

BEACH BEAR: Hey, how do you-

FATZ: Huh?

BEACH BEAR: How do you know all this?

FATZ: I just know it. I know about baby buffalos. I know they’re all required to hibernate during the first month of every year for a couple of weeks unless, of course, they have a note from their mamas.

(BILLY BOB laughs.)

BILLY BOB: A note from their mamas?

FATZ: That’s exactly right.

BILLY BOB: Well, how do you know that?

FATZ: Well, it’s common sense.

BILLY BOB: Oh. Whoa.

FATZ: Didn’t you take biology in high school?

BILLY BOB: Yeah! I did. Was I supposed to learn that?

FATZ: Yeah. They’re supposed to teach you that. You guess you know but you don’t remember?

BILLY BOB: Maybe I kinda remember. I made a C.

FATZ: You don’t know about the baby water buffalo?

BILLY BOB: Well, uh, it’s- a little bit of it. Yeah, let me think about that for a minute. Um.

LOONEY BIRD: Uh. Okay. Well. Let’s move onto another letter.

BILLY BOB: No, Looney Bird, I think we were only allowed one letter here. I don’t know.

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah, okay. I’m sure Fatz wouldn’t mind if I read some letters. There were a few addressed to me. A few girls want to know about me. Or a few, uh, birds want to know about me.

FATZ: Yeah, I’m sure they all do, Looney Bird, but can the letter stuff right now, we got to sing a song.

BILLY BOB: Hey, I just thought of something about water buffalos I learned!

FATZ: No, no, would you all- would you just finish up? Why don’t you talk about water buffalos outside, there, Billy Bob? Just take it out the back door, there.

LOONEY BIRD: Yeah, okay, Billy Bob. Come on, yeah, you’re spoiling my show here, anyway. Okay, what are we gonna do now, Fatz?

FATZ: Well, I’d like to dedicate this next song to little Debbie Hawkins, wherever she may be.

LOONEY BIRD: Jacksonville, Florida. I said that at the beginning.

[SONG: EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC (ORIGINALLY BY THE POLICE)]

BEACH BEAR:

THOUGH I’VE TRIED BEFORE TO TELL HER

OF THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR HER IN MY HEART

EVERY TIME THAT I COME NEAR HER

I JUST LOSE MY NERVE AS I’VE DONE FROM THE START

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC

EVERYTHING SHE DO JUST TURNS ME ON

EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE BEFORE WAS TRAGIC

NOW I KNOW MY LOVE FOR HER GOES ON

DO I HAVE TO TELL THE STORY

OF A THOUSAND RAINY DAYS SINCE WE FIRST MET

IT’S A BIG ENOUGH UMBRELLA

BUT IT’S ALWAYS ME THAT ENDS UP GETTING WET

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC

EVERYTHING SHE DO JUST TURNS ME ON

EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE BEFORE WAS TRAGIC

NOW I KNOW MY LOVE FOR HER GOES ON

I RESOLVED TO CALL HER UP

A THOUSAND TIMES A DAY

ASK HER IF SHE’LL MARRY ME

SOME OLD-FASHIONED WAY

BUT MY

ALL**:

SILENT FEARS HAVE GRIPPED ME

LONG BEFORE I REACH THE PHONE

AND BEFORE MY TONGUE HAS TRIPPED ME

MUST I ALWAYS BE ALONE

BEACH BEAR:

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC

EVERYTHING SHE DO JUST TURNS ME ON

EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE BEFORE WAS TRAGIC

NOW I KNOW MY LOVE FOR HER GOES ON

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC

EVERYTHING SHE DO JUST TURNS ME ON

EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE BEFORE WAS TRAGIC

NOW I KNOW MY LOVE FOR HER GOES ON

ON AND ON AND

EVERY LITTLE THING

EVERY LITTLE

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS

MAGIC, MAGIC, MAGIC

ALL:

E-OH, E-OH, E-OH, E-OH

BEACH BEAR:

EVERY LITTLE THING

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS

ALL:

MAGIC, MAGIC, MAGIC

YO, YO

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO

(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK.)

BEACH BEAR:

BIG ENOUGH UMBRELLA

END.

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Footnotes:

*It sounds as if Fatz says something along the lines of “commonsseur”, which could possibly be a play on the words “commentator” and “connoisseur” or an entirely different word/phrase altogether. They move on from the joke very quickly, so there’s very little context to go off of. My guess is that it’s likely the former, but I’d rather play a guessing game in the footnotes than have it be wrong in the actual transcript. :)

**“ALL” section includes Fatz, Mitzi, and Dook backing up Beach Bear, who remains on lead vocals all through the song. Left and right stage curtains are closed through this number.

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Check out the rest of Magic Night!:

Magic Night Intro/Magic Medley

Fatz's Witch Story/That Old Black Magic

The Magic Touch (Outtake)

Letters to Looney Bird #1/Little Arrows

Abracadabra Medley Intro/Abracadabra Medley

Multiple Voice Syndrome/Puff the Magic Dragon

Ambience Skit/Magic (from Xanadu)

Michael Jackson Intro/Michael Jackson Tribute

#rock afire transcription #rock afire explosion #showbiz pizza #magic night #rock afire explosion magic night #fatz geronimo #billy bob brockali #looney bird #beach bear #dook larue #mitzi mozzarella #transcript

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Shall We Start Over?

(It's been a looonngg while since I've written fan-fiction this much, but this felt great to do. Also Tumblr has me in a chokehold for this character. This will be an ongoing series, so I wanted to start off small. Please forgive me as I'm learning the ways of Tumblr all over again. 😊)

Warnings: Fluff nothing but pure fluff. Also hints of dilf Steven. ❤️

Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader. Marc Spector x fem!reader.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You're having a much needed break from work but it gets disrupted by a butt tap.

You slowly stroll around the first level of the history museum in France, listening to calming beats as you observe Renaissance paintings and sculptures. Losing yourself to informational plaques even though you are more of a mythos type, while listening to wistful strums of guitars in your earbuds. You finally feel like you’re beginning to recharge from a rather few tense months of strenuous work that led you to travel to France in the first place. But you decided to ignore the details (like your aching muscles) till it had to be faced. You tied your hair up into a messy bun with a few strays dangling freely from its confines. With a fitted white tee and classic bleached overalls, a set of Doc Martens to bring it all together. You decided to do a natural dewy look but quickly regret it, forgetting how naturally muggy London weather can be. Your pores simply adding more dew in the word dewy, but that’s another thing to ignore.

Finished with your observing of the first level, you decide to walk up to the second, each step closer exposing the rather Egyptian feel of the space. Taking the final step up, you people watch for a few minutes. The art couples having deep conversations of paintings, while others took romantic selfies in front of cat-like sculptures. You were kind of thrown off by the number of children surrounding the space, running, testing rules, and chatting with each other. You spot 2 lines filled with 4 to 5-year-old boys and girls holding hands while wearing matching shirt colors trying to focus on the only man talking to them. Answering your confusion that there were multiple field trips happening. You start to stroll again, till you stopped in front of a cat man statue that every person in the world knew as Anubis.

Anubis stood straight with one hand to his side, while the other reached out towards you. You wondered why the Egyptian God of Death is scattered within every artifact in the space and smirked as it reminded you of a past lover. Who once asked you if he should get Anubis tatted on his arm, with the exact pose, but you never gave him a clear answer as you believed the God didn’t suit his aesthetic. Suddenly you felt a weight bump into your backside hard, causing you to lose balance and head toward the dark statue. Luckily with years of dealing with your own clumsiness, you caught yourself by taking Anubis’s hand and shoulder by using it as a balance beam. You thank the Gods and Goddesses that the statue stood its firm while you quickly collect yourself. You angrily pop your earbuds off as you spin to face the culprit who almost made you pay a lump sum of money for a broken treasure. Money that you definitely do not have.

“What the FU-.” But you stop instantly as you watch a knelt man bring a red-headed little girl closer to him. The little girl looking up at you with furrowed brows, with eyes that read: you got me in trouble. “I’m so sorry mademoiselle, little Stells was doing what all little enfants do.” He says with a strong English accent, turning the little girl to face him. He gave her a “final warning” look with sleep-ridden eyes as he pointed a finger towards her; Stells face falling from anger to sorrow in seconds. The man proceeds to look up at you and as a curl falls onto his forehead. His tired eyes widening as it captures yours. “U-uh I-I apologize for her disruption t-to yourrr…” he says as he stands dusting his tan slacks before spinning his right hand around towards you. He squints his eyes as he tries to find the right words for what you were doing, even though he should know what a person does at a museum.

You let out a sigh, expelling any bad energy you were exuding and smile. “It’s fine.” You simply put it. You look down at Stells and realized she was sticking her tongue out at you while she stood behind the man’s leg. You directed your eyes back to the man, trying not to let Stells’s childish antics disrupt anymore of your relaxation. The man offers a big smile to you, brightening his rather tiring features. “Well, I hope you enjoy your viewing.” He quickly says as he rather awkwardly scurried Stells and himself back to all the other children who held hands waiting for them. You raised your brow at the odd goodbye, but shrugged it off as you inserted your earbuds back in.

Steven crouched down to the Stella’s height as he gently pushes her towards her classmates “One more time Stella and I’ll have to put you on time out, while all the other kids get to play with clay.” He whispered in her ear. Stella quickly turned around to him with a pout that could break the hardest of criminals “NOOO!!” she yelled. Tears quickly forming puddles in her eyes. Steven froze as he felt all the adults within the vicinity look at the frustrated child’s outburst, a crooked smile as he stood tall. “Then let’s go back to our fellow excavators!!” He says loudly through clenched teeth as Stella continued to cry, rubbing her eyes. As he finally situates Stella within the group, he watches as her friends try their best to console her, which gladly eased her ‘need a nap’ tantrum. Steven searches for you, praying you didn’t watch the dramatic scene that rattled the usual calm space. He finds you lost in thought while reading a plaque to a painting. He smirked slightly as his current embarrassment quickly settled.

M: She’s quite a sight to behold.

“I know right.” He says dreamily, fluttering his prominent eyelashes.

M: Sooo what's the game plan Steven. Are we going to continue to stare at her like a creep orrr..

“MR.GRANT!!” a little boy exclaims tugging at Steven’s pant leg, “I GOTTA GO POTTY!!” he informs. Steven quickly snaps from his trance and looks at the potty dance boy, “OKAY MY LITTLE EXCAVATORS, TO THE LOOS!!” he smiles “PLEASE CONTINUE TO HOLD HANDS OR YOU MIGHT GET CAUGHT BY QUICKSAND!!” he jokes searching the tiled floors. With a loud gasp of shock he points at a little boy with light brown dreads pulling all the toddler’s attentions towards him “HILLARY PULL JACOB INTO THE LINE!!” he orders. Hillary quickly takes Jacob’s hand and pulls him in with an elated smile, Jacob laughing at Steven’s exaggeration. Making all the kids chime in with laughter as they look around the floor for any more hidden traps. Their imaginations now set on overdrive. “Good, lets hurry to the loos. I don’t think Johnny can hold it any longer.” He says lowly. He faces away from his tour class and quickly walks to the nearest bathrooms. Little Johnny holding onto his pant leg for dear life.

M: Way to miss an opportunity.

“Oh shut up.” Steven hiss. Before he lost complete sight of the room, he looks back to where you last were. Suddenly you both catch each other’s eyes as he sees a small smile on your face, he quickly looks away as his cheeks flared with heat. His heart actually skipping a beat.

M: Steven go back to her.

“I’m pretty busy Marc.” Steven quips.

M: The boy definitely has pampers on, he can...

“No Marc.” Steven says a little louder stopping by the bathroom doors.

Johnny quickly runs into the male bathroom without further notice from Steven on how long it should take them to be in there. “Ok filles to les toilettes and garcons to les toilettes, don’t forget to wash your hands and NO playing with the hand dryers.” He says watching the little kids run to their respective restrooms. As the last kid goes into the restroom, he quickly follows suit.

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The day continues to quickly speed by as you strolled within the museum, lost in fantasy but a little spent from all the information. You check your watch on your wrist deciding to leave the museum, but first you had to stop by the gift shop. A knick-knack of the Greek Goddess Athena calling your name.

You enter the gift shop which consisted of mostly miniature models of the artifacts inside the museum, puzzles, and books. The books giving the gift shop a library feel by the smell of fresh printed paper or moldy ones, but you chose the former. You quickly scan to find your favorite Athena sculpture, seeing her resting on a metal shelf full of many others her kind. You happily take her off and check the underside of the stone she’s standing on to see the price; but you feel a few light pokes on your shoulder. You turn to look behind you, to see the tired man from earlier, who waved awkwardly as his mouth shown a crooked smirk. You take one earbud out and fully face your body towards him, hugging a rather sharp Athena to your chest.

“Heya.. Um, I’m S-Steven.” His stuttering accentuating his English accent more. He sticks his right hand out between you 2 with an open palm, expecting a handshake, but you hug Athena closer to you. Steven cocks a brow at your shy approach, wondering what about him made you uncomfortable. But his eyes shot open as he watches you lean back, a little too close to the piles of knick-knacks behind you, as one fell with a loud bang. Followed by a loud ricochet of more following suit, but Steven quickly stops from becoming disastrous by placing an arm down mid-domino effect. Your head drops as you feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, hoping that your wincing can turn you invisible.

“Hi.” You say quietly, hearing Steven frantically fix the mess you’ve caused as some still fall. When he finished, he gently takes your elbow and guides you away from his clean up. Both of you facing side by side with the shelf. “Don’t worry. I’ve done this exact thing so many times, I’ve lost count.” He jokes as you mindfully thank him for saving you from more embarrassment. You pick your head back up and fully look at the man in front of you. Disregarding his tiring appearance, he’s handsome in a geeky way. Which definitely added adorable bonus points in your My Type checkbook. A thick curl rested at the middle of his forehead, between his thick eyebrows, rather Superman-like in fact. His prominent nose adding more character to his already smooth-chiseled face. His lips simply pleasing to look at. He wore the basic of work clothes, a black tee with a name tag, and tan slacks with black shoes. But you can see by his arms, that he’s toned in the best of ways. He nervously chuckles to fill the awkward silence, while he feels your gaze scan him. “Sooo, I see you holding an Athena statue.” He says as he rests his elbow on the shelf, knocking all the miniatures down again. In seconds, you watch as his smile quickly turn stoic. He takes a light hold of your arm, turns you around, and guides you away from the repeated crime scene. “AGAIN STEVEN!!” you hear the female cashier yell from behind the register, making you break into a fit of giggles.

“I’m so sorry Frances!!” Steven apologizes. He stops the both of you in front of a display window and you turn to face him again. This time with a genuine smile, “My name is (Y/N).” you say confidently. You see Steven’s tense nerves quickly dissolve as he hears your name fall from your lips. “Steven Grant.” He repeats his earlier introductive movement, smacking his hand on his head as he realizes.

“I’m sorry.” He says as his hand slides down his face “I’ll see myself out.”. He turns to walk out the entrance door, but you stop him with a “Hey.”, while placing a hand on his shoulder. Catching him completely off guard with the physical contact, you see the cutest expression grace his face. A mix between expectancy of what’s next to come out your mouth to “Oh my God, she’s real.”. His cheeks reddening by the minute. “Let’s start over, shall we?” you simply add. Steven arches his brow, confused by what you were implying. Letting go of his shoulder, you turn your attention to a display behind you. You pick up a 3D puzzle box and check its price, repeating the motions you’ve taken. You start to get concerned when you don’t get the expected tap on your shoulder, but then he clears his throat. It took Steven a few minutes to catch on to your scheme, Marc having to reiterate it for him, but when he did. He didn’t waste no time to primp himself before tapping your shoulder, bringing a huge smile to your face.

“Hey, I’m Steven Grant.”.

(First and foremost, thank you for taking the time to read this. I would love to see how you guys feel, as I begin the next part/chapter. I don't know what to call this whole series yet 😅.)

#steven grant #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x fem!reader #a hint of marc spector #marc spector #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight fluff #dilf Steven grant #ongoing series #marvel #mcu fandom #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fandom #cute moments #funny moments

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i'm like, perpetually at least two weeks behind my tumblr feed but belatedly for the writer ask game: ❤️🎬🦋 (hope you're well and getting enough sleep!)

GIRL....HELP. it has almost been a month since u put this in my askbox....and No i have not been getting enough sleep but IM TRYING T W T questions from this ask meme here

okeys i was rlly happy i got to sit down and answer some of these hehehe

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? oh gosh...all these answers are going to be bg3 related on account of uh *waves hand* everything hahahaah ^ - ^

this would be a scene from stag hunt, one of those fics based on my own game playthroughs where my protag made an unwise choice with limited information and has some Regrets about it:

"He was defenseless!" This is the closest to shouting that Astarion has ever heard from her. Her eyes blaze, sparks against smokepowder. Like smokepowder, it flares, then dies down in a flash to cold ashes—gray and hollow. "And I—was my own greed that killed him." Against his own will, Astarion's grip loosens slightly. "Layla—" She's not so unsteady as to crumble—but her posture slackens, the warmth of her forehead leaning into his shoulder, against his collarbone... Astarion presses his lips together. What does she want to hear? What does he even have to offer, in comfort? She is the one with the soft touch, and he, the crooked one. 'You could have asked me,' Astarion does not say. 'You could have asked me to kill him. I would have. Just this once. To stain my own palms in red, to wield my blade at your word. I would have done it willingly, at your command. But you—' But she wouldn't, he knows. It must have been a side effect of all those songs she surrounds herself with—a streak of paladin tendencies in her, despite her bardic background.

for the context my favorite line written Has to be the one about astarion offering to be her blade, to take on the the dirty work so to speak...something something mirror image of a lionheart knight, but in reverse :'')) he doesn't have to, but that combo of unstated protectiveness/hinted at beginnings of devotion even when he's Not the type to necessarily think about others is very. Chewy to my brain.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

ok OK. so. i already mentioned like every single genshin fic i've written for this question (pspsps emperor!zhongli and consort!childe) so. i have to choose something else her LKDJFLSD

when i finish my bg3 transmigration tav fic meeting magistrate astarion, it's going to be Very fun and good but until i have. i don't think i can do that XD

time for SURPRISE EXORCISTS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

i always forget if u did read/follow up on natsume yuujinchou but if i had to film a very short movie/film for one of my fics, i think it might have to be in your periphery

it was one of those slightly Unhinged fic images that grabbed my brain and wouldn't let me go??? and i finished writing it in like. an hour.

i can see it being filmed like a 20-minute mini-episode, with lots of implied pining music in the background even as the main character Insists to themselves that he's moved past such silly feelings like childish sentiment :))

and for the aesthetics of it, i kno it's a cdrama and not a jdrama, but i would love it to have the slightly tragic, color-rich aesthetic of an ancient love song ahhhh

o w o i need to fancast them too....oh boy. um. i have no idea actually...their faces are already perfect to me in the manga ahhh

[img description: "matoba and natori stare at each other with surprised expressions"] someone else who knows more about the jdrama actors scene can cast them for me. 🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

oh gosh. i don't know?? (right now it would have to be astarion :)) but i do like character types who are. hm. not liars specifically, but they say one thing and do another thing (masks/identities/roles), even if they're feelings are telling them something different! schemers...planners. i also do enjoy writing uh. casually kind characters, if that makes sense.

what i cannot feel like i can write well yet are straight up extroverted characters.......it is. too advanced for me right now :''))) (that might explain why i enjoy reading fic about sportsball anime once upon a time, but very rarely Feel the urge to write something for them hahahaha)

another character type i can struggle with a little more are the ones that are ruthless/willing to be cruel since it's hard figuring out where the line between believably ruthless with some crunch for texture and cartoonish evil laughter would be lmao

i do sometimes like writing characters with less?? dialogue?? and just more thoughts, but that can be a problem for characters who enjoy talking overall (like astarion ; w ; )

thank u for asking these of me friend, thanks for patiently waiting for the response LKSDJFLKSDJFLSD

#blackidyll #have i been sleeping well??? uh. not. not a lot howbout u #hope these answers entertained and amused you!!#memeity meme #long post #fanfiction #replies to an admiring bog

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╰ ☆ ◞ gracie abrams / ciswoman / she/her ——— no way is that DYLAN WEBB? you know they’re TWENTY FIVE years old and they’ve been in los angeles for ALL HER LIFE. they’re chillin’ as a SINGER / MUSICIAN. oh and they’re notoriously known for being ALOOF but there are some people who have seen them be QUIRKY. i heard they’re a part of a SOLO ACT called DYLAN WEBB, yeah they’re a VOCALIST / GUITARIST. to be honest they sound a lot like GRACIE ABRAMS / OLIVIA RODRIGO / MAISIE PETERS. they’re actually FAMOUS.

BASIC INFORMATION:

full name: dylan elizabeth webb

nickname(s): dyl / d

age: twenty-five

date of birth: 7th september 1999

place of birth: los angeles, california

gender: ciswoman

pronouns: she / her

orientation: pansexual

language(s) spoken: american english

neighbourhood: downtown la (previously eastdale)

living arrangements: living in a downtown la loft, with a roommate.

FAMILY TIES:

mother: elizabeth webb (retired musician)

father: adam webb (movie director)

siblings: stella webb (younger sister) & alex webb (younger brother)

spouse / partner: n/a (very single!)

children: n/a

pets: french bulldog called, milo

OCCUPATIONAL INFORMATION:

occupation: solo artist / pop star

skillset or specialisation (if applicable): singer/guitarist

name of their act: dylan webb

so they play instruments? if so what?: guitar / piano / little bit of drums

how long have they been a part of the act?: all her life!

artist influences: taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, maisie peters, chappell roan, beabadoobee, nell mescal, dodie, laufey

current monthly spotify/apple music listens on average: 2,538,556 listeners

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

face claim: gracie abrams

hair color: dark brown

eye color: brown

height: 5"7

tattoos: small lightning bolt on her left wrist

piercings: both ears pierced, used to have a nose piercing at one point but took it out.

clothing style: mum jeans, cosy jumpers, white / band tees, red lipstick, flannel shirts, converse, big hoodies, hair bows, wearing running shorts casually, dad caps.

distinguishing characteristics: she's got a scar on her knee, from where she fell off her bike as kid! also, she's almost always wearing a bow in her hair!

PERSONALITY:

positive traits: caring, hardworking, intelligent, observant, quirky.

negative traits: disorganized, critical, impatient, forgetful, stubborn

hobbies: learning how to play musical instruments, writing songs / music, going out dancing, drinking iced coffee, hanging out with her dog milo.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

best-friends: dylan has lived in la her whole life, i'd love to see her have a group of close-knit friends, that do EVERYTHING together!

roommate: she's recently moved out of her parent's home, got her own place in downtown la with a roommate, do they get on? do they hate each other? we can talk about that!

current hook-ups / fwbs etc: u know the vibe, dylan is dating very very very causally at the moment, for fun more than anything!!

exes: she needs some people that she can write songs about, PLEASE!! we can discuss if they ended badly or not!! thank u!!

QUESTIONNAIRE:

"start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?" "oh yikes! you're not holding back are you?" dylan laughs awkwardly, "i'm dylan, i'm twenty five and uh --- well i like to sing".

"how long have you been making music?" "god, this is very cheesy, but i've been making music since i was a teenager, if you look hard enough on youtube, you'll find a channel i posted my awful covers on".

"how would you describe the kind of music you make?" "again with the tough questions! i'd say, it's kinda poppy, fun, and vibey but also, sometimes, it can be super dramatic, sad, mope around your bedroom music just depends on what kinda mood i'm in". "who are some of your biggest musical influences?" "my mum, obviously, stevie nicks, dolly parton, taylor swift". "what is the first record you ever bought?" "ohmygod! i think it was a one direction vinyl, don't judge me". "what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?"

"everything! music is the only thing i've EVER wanted to do, so i'm very thankful that i can do that".

"what are some stand out moments from your career so far?" "ooh, i've done so many brilliant things, but i'd have to say recording some of my mum's older songs with her, was a dream". "how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?" "it's a big experience, some songs are just me and my guitar, other times, it's me and my band. i like to put on a show for people, i make things as fun as i can by interacting with the crowd a lot, my fans make the show! recently they've started handing out friendship bracelets at my shows, i LOVE THAT" "what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?" "i've already done so much, i'd really like to record something for a film soundtrack, that'd be great" "what’s next for you?" "dude, i've got no idea, but i can't wait for it"

if you’d like to plot with dylan, then please feel free to like this post and i’ll message you or feel free to message me on discord @ radcorrie!! thank you!!

#sonicfm:intro #yes! she's a nepo baby

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phantomram-b00 · 7 months

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Honestly? Aziraphale is for sure the type that would run his finger in Crowley’s hair whether long or short, he likes to play with his hair to be playful. Or whenever they hug or kiss, he run his hair to feel comfort and security. Or because besides his eyes, his hair is also is favorite part of Crowley amongst other things. It his many ways of showing affection or to show how close they are along with hand-holding or their quality times together whether at the Ritz, St. James park, or the bookshop.

I can imagine the first time was during the B.C era, maybe during or before the flood. Aziraphale was looking too long at his hair, Crowley give a teasing smirk—

“You been staring again angel” prompting Aziraphale to look away with a reddish face.

“No I wasn’t you wicked snake!” Aziraphale retorts with his gaze still latched on his hair and eyes but looking away again.

“Whatever you want to believe, Angel.” Crowley shrugged but gives a snickers, Aziraphale couldn’t help but laughs back only quietly.

“Well, actually.” Aziraphale started off peaking Crowley’s interest. Before he can stop himself, he let his heart do the talking, “I’ve always wanted to say you have such lovely hair.”

Crowley in fact does not know how to take this. His mind was speeding faster than speed of light you can say it can make a supersonic man out of you with all this thoughts, ‘whoa, that’s the first’ to ‘how can this angel make it even possible for an demon to blush?’

“Whoa! U-uh. Definitely wasn’t ready for that. B-but thank you.” Crowley said, his stutters prompt Aziraphale to smile very so sweetly.

“Well, if you let me, so it doesn’t get messed up, I could perhaps…” oh why must word be difficult. Why must it be? Why is his heart doing hoops? Oh but he can’t stop can he? “I can braid it for you?”

“Braid?” Crowley asked tilting his head and raising his eyebrow. “You want…to braid my hair?”

“W-well if you let me, I mean, I’ve done so for uh many of people and I’ve seen them braid their hair to avoid tangles or any damages. O-or because they like the hairstyle—“ his and Crowley glow red than Crowley’s own hair color, with these two, they make anything possible. “Oh bugger, I-I’m sorry, was that inappropriate to ask? I’m sorry, f-forget I’ve mention anything of this sort-“

“No no. I-I want you to. Just, your full of surprises angel.”

“W-well, I learned from the best” he said looking at Crowley with a bashful look.

“Careful now, wouldn’t want to be corrupting an angel now do we.” Crowley said making aziraphale giggle. He can hear this all day if he could, but he turn his head letting his red curly hair fall on his back. “Do your worse angel.”

Aziraphale look at the red hair, he goes to touch them to divide the three sections. ‘This hair is surprising soft for a demon’ he thought to himself, ‘I don’t think it angelic of me to wanting to run my finger through his hair for all eternity. But he has such lovely hair, lovely eyes, but most importantly lovely personality’ he start braiding his hair gentle making sure it all sections are even and isn’t pulling any hair. ‘I know he hates being called nice, but for someone who is demonic, he can be such a kind gentle soul.’ His smiles began to form. ‘If I’m being honest with myself for a moment, he’s my best and favorite miracle I can ever ask for in my entire lifetime and to that, I’m forever grateful for for having him in my life. Well I’ll be damned, that certainly not angelic or principality of me. But… how can something so forbidden be so pure and…and ineffable.’

As he got to the bottom he used an piece of his hair as a use to hold the braid together. As much as he want to feel his hair, he must let go to show Crowley the final result: Aziraphale give him a simple low braid.

“All done” aziraphale exudes with excitement, Crowley look at the braid for a moment, his yellow eyes widen, touching his now braid hair. “D-do you like it? Craw- I mean Crowley?”

“Like it?” Crowley said give a smile, “I absolutely love it, this feel better than having it down all the time. Gotta say, you’re very good at giving miracles angel” prompted aziraphale to blush all over again.

“Oh hush you wily serpent.” Aziraphale said feeling all kind of butterfly, he couldn’t resist but smile. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

“Well, if don’t by you angel how could I not.” Crowley said. “Should I say thank you?”

“Best not, s-so our side don’t raise suspicion.” He frowned as they escape his lips. Crowley shared the same expression. Right. Hereditary enemies. How could that be missed.

“Maybe if I can’t say thank you, is there ways I can repay you then?” Crowley said as the lightbulb hit him. Aziraphale look at him with curiosity. “Likeee going to a restaurant, humans been cooking up all kind of assortment of dishes and alcohol we might like. Orrr we can walk about the city orrr we-w-we can go to check out the library to find any book so you can tell me all about it…”

Suddenly a feeling of a hand was pressed on Crowley’s hand, he look and see aziraphale hand on top of Crowley’s, he let his hand cup Aziraphale’s before they both interlock their finger. Both their heart beat with no patterns, they look at each other as Aziraphale give the same smile that could make Crowley forget everything in the world as cheesy as that may sound. To aziraphale, this was a huge step, he wanted to do such thing, but fear got in the way. Now feeling his hand; he didn’t want to let go.

“I love to. I’m just..hoping my side doesn’t give me a mission. Or you know.. get in the way in general.” Aziraphale said almost frowning again. But light up as his lightbulb turned on “Or, maybe I can try teaching you how to braid? So that way you don’t have to rely on me to do so. Unless, you like me to braid your hair all the time?”

“I’d love that. But also, I wouldn’t mind you touching my hair anyway.” Crowley said smiling. “Especially with your angelic touch.”

Oh how they can stay like this. Just nothing else would matter in the world. Just them. Because in their eyes, they matter to each other. They can just be themself without judgment. They can not worry about their side. It their own side at the end of the day, or really, they have each other.

Crowley replays that memory, tear escape his eyes as he look up at the starry night. Sitting on top of his Bentley after driving it to a certain point in London. He lost the one thing that mattered to him in this lifetime. In this earth. In everything. Even though, he can’t blame him, nor can never stop loving him.

But his thought still spill like a waterfall as he breaks down all over again. ‘Why can’t we have that moment again? Why must our side once again try to demolish what we had? Why must you leave? Why must he have to go? Why…can’t we just love each other in peace?’

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Confidential Affairs Chapter 6

AU belongs to @eripops. Sorry for the delay. Was caught on a wrier's block for a little bit. Hope u enjoy!

Around 5 that evening, Jules said goodbye to his parents before making his way to the bus stop, awaiting the next bus back towards downtown Fairy World. He felt as if he were on Cloud 9 as he sat on the bench, not caring about anyone staring at his pregnant belly around him. He just could not stop thinking about the wedding and all the amazing flowers that decorated the yard, imagining an aisle full of star flowers and roses as he held a bouquet of lilies as he walked down, Euphemia expecting him with a loving gaze in her eyes. His heart fluttered as imagined their wedding rings being placed gently on their fingers, while their lips interlocked as the new chapter in their relationship and their lives began.

Jules couldn’t understand how lucky he was to land a woman like Euphemia. One so strong and protective, yet soft and gentle when she wants to be. He longed so badly to be bridal carried all the way back to their apartment after the wedding, despite it being at least a good 50 miles two and from. There was just something so loving yet firm about her hands that every time they touched him, he couldn’t help but melt.

Seeing the garden made Jules forget about how odd Euphemia had acted all evening and instead, make him daydream about not only their wedding, but their future lives ahead? Would they settle for the one child Jules was about to have, or would they have more? Are they going to have a boy or a girl? Are they even going to be living in the same house if they chose to have more than one child? Jules wished he had enough magical strength to poof up a crystal ball and discover the answers for himself.

At long last, the bus finally arrived, the double doors opening with a semi-loud squeak. Holding his stomach steady, he climbed up the steps to find that the bus was much more crowded than it was this morning. Several fairies in business suits and tight dresses piled up on the seats, while others hung onto the handrails. Jules held his stomach as he tried to find a seat, luckily settling for the last open seat towards the back until suddenly, he felt a sudden force shove him from the seat.

“Excuse me! Ladies first! Don’t you know that?”, a familiar voice shot through him. Jules cursed under his breath softly as he turned around to see the lady that had almost assaulted him at the flower shop. Sporting a brown pixie cut with blond highlights, plum colored eyes, and chapped lips, Karen Deubal happily took her seat and crossed her legs, earning some looks from the surrounding passengers.

“Uh…I think he saw that seat first.”, a raven-haired man in a navy blue business suit said, unfolding his legs to reveal his own baby bump, a bit bigger that Jules had. Karen scowled at Jules quickly before looking at the man.

“Ok and?”

“And…he’s clearly pregnant. He needs this seat more than you do.”

“Well, if he needed this seat so damn bad, he should have sat his fat ass down faster!”, Karen’s harsh voice snapped, the insult making Jules wince. “He’s not even that big yet! He’ll be fine standing up! I had a long day from work!”

“That doesn’t matter! He needs that seat for his unborn child!”

“If you’re so concerned with him having a seat, then why don’t you give yours up!”

“Because I’m pregnant as well. Now get up and hold the rail so he can sit. You’ll be alright.”

“I…I-I…”, Karen stammered, his face slowly turning from red to purple, as if she were a rotting vegetable,“Well I…well how do you know I’m not disabled? I have arthritis, don’t you know?”

“You had no problems rushing to the seat and cutting in front of his young man. Surely you can’t be in that much pain.”

“I…Just mind your fucking business ok? And you,”, Karen snarled, looking back up at Jules, “You’re just the most selfish man I’ve ever met. First, you ruin my husband’s birthday and now you’re asking me, who believe it or not, have a DISABILITY, to move so your fatass can sit down, since you’re lazy!”

“Uhhh…Sorry? That definitely wasn’t what I was trying to do. I-I’m just trying to protect my baby.”

“Oh yea? If you want to protect that baby so damn bad, then where’s your wife? Why isn’t she here with you? Why ride the bus and take up people’s seats when your wife could just pick you up? Or does she not give a shit about you to do so?”

“I…well…I-I don’t really think that’s any of your beeswax.”

“Well it wouldn’t be if you had stopped trying to scam people of their seats.”

“Holy shit lady, will you back off him! He just wants to sit down. Stop being such a bitch.”, the vibrant pink-haired woman snapped next to her standing up, “Here sweetie, why don’t you have my seat? You look like you need it.”

“O-Oh! Thank you!”, Jules smiled at her, taking her seat as Karen rolled her eyes at him.

“Pssh…I don’t know why you bother. You’re probably just going to lose the baby anyways.”

At that moment, the entire back of the bus went silent as Karen’s words hit Jules like a huge boulder. Jules clutched his stomach protectively as he looked at Karen with disbelief, tears swelling in his eyes. The man next to Karen looked over at Jules sympathetically, wanting to scooch over and hug him.

“W-What did you say?”

“Well I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it? You won’t even let your wife take care of you, how the hell is this baby going to survive.”

Before Jules could say anything, the pink-haired woman grabbed Karen close to her, her tall height forcing Karen’s legs to squirm and dangle as she carried her off the bus, holding her upside down as the two women screamed at each other. Karen’s screams to put her down went unheard as the lady kept dragging to one of the public restrooms, into the women’s stalls, Jules barely able to catch the lady stuff Karen’s head into the toilet, filthy water spilling out. Despite Karen being no longer present, Jules hugged his knees as tears started spilling from his cheeks, rubbing his belly and ignoring all the sympathy looks he got from most of the other passengers.

How could someone say something like that to a baby? HIS baby? Jules couldn’t help but keep crying all the way back home, his head pounding and spinning as if he were going to throw up. Not even bothering to throw on his pajamas, Jules collapsed in the bed, wishing he would have never stepped foot on the bus.

Sighing at the sun started to set and the lilac pink sky started to turn a bright coral, Euphemia decided to pack her resume up and teleport herself home. Unlocking the door with the tip of her wand, she walked in to notice that the lights were turned off in the house and Jules was nowhere to be found.

“Sweetheart? Are you home?”, she called out, earning no response, but rather a loud sniffle coming from their bedroom. Frowning, she placed her suitcase down on the couch and walked to the bedroom, her heart breaking as she watched Jules meltdown on the covers, his seaweed green hair frazzled and his reading glasses askew. “Darling, what’s the matter? Is the baby ok? Oh honey…please don’t cry.”

“I…no…the baby is fine…I hope…”, Jules sniffed, sitting up to hug his knees as Euphemia sat next to him, rubbing his back, “I went to visit my parents on the other side of town while you were away, a-and since I can’t teleport right now, I took the bus. Some lady said that I deserved to lose my baby.”

Euphemia couldn’t say anything, but rather felt as if she were about to explode. As she hugged her fiancé in her arms, her mind went to all sort of different scenarios. One where she chopped off the lady’s head, and another where she shipped her off to where the Anti-Fairies lived. Growing up, Euphemia couldn’t see eye to eye on much with her mother, but the one thing the two did agree on was that a woman’s role in marriage was to honor one’s husband and protect him from the cruelty of the world. To provide for him and to make sure he feels loved at safe. Looking at her watery mess of a fiancé, Euphemia couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for today’s events.

“What even happened?”

“S-She said that I tried to take her seat, and that she had arthur..art…I don’t even know how to say it. She said she had something!”

“What did she look like, by chance?”

“She had this pixie haircut, a-and she wore a dark purple shirt and black pants and..”

“Oh my fucking god..”, Euphemia groaned, remembering that look from the flower shop, “Was it that same bitch from the flower shop?”

“I-I think so.”

“Listen my darling.”, Euphemia said, grabbing Jules’ cheeks and wiping the tears of, “Whatever she told you is straight up bull. You deserve every good thing that’s happening to you right now, and I’m so lucky you’re in my life and about to be in the baby’s life.”

“I know…I’m sorry, dear.”, Jules sniffed, the tears finally stopping, “I-I don’t know what’s coming over me lately. I’ve just..been so stressed out and emotional…stuff like that usually doesn’t bother me but..that hurt.”

“I know..it’s ok to be upset. I’m here for you.”

“Oh..I really wish I could stop worrying you. I’ve been a real pain in the behind lately, and..”

“No you haven’t! You just need more care right now. That’s normal for a pregnancy.”, Euphemia said, squeezing his hand, “Please don’t say that! You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met and I absolutely love taking care of you and our baby. Please don’t think you’re a burden. I would do anything for you.”

“Oh..”, Jules squeaked, “I think I’m the one who’s lucky darling. I-I really don’t know how you do it. All this constant stress with your work, bosses, parents, and everything. It’s crazy how you don’t crack under all that pressure like I do.”

“Ehh heh heh…yeah…”, Euphamia laughed nervously, remembering her failed attempt at job searching earlier, “But who else but I will make sure everything is taken cared of?”

“Euphemia?”

“Hmmm?”

“I…”, Jules said softly, now taking her hands into his, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything”

“Are you ok?”

“Uh..”, Euphemia jumped, the question catching her off guard, “Yes, of course I’m fine. I should be worrying about you! Not the other way around!”

“Well, it’s just..I noticed we have several overdue bills, and I don’t know. You’re usually on top of them, a-and you seem a lot more nervous than usual.”

“Uh…yea I’m alright. Just that work’s been piling up like crazy, and I’m behind on several projects, b-but I’m going to figure it out! Don’t worry.”

“You’re not hiding anything are you?”

“What? Of course not! I wouldn’t”, Euphemia said, kissing Jules on the cheek, “I don’t want you to worry about a thing, ok? Everything’s going to be ok. Just trust me.”

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