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sayoneee · 4 months

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☆ I WANNA BE YOUR MAN

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” (1.7k)

contains: loser older brother luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. pt 2 of parent trap but can be read standalone ish. guest appearances! rock / metal music references.

kashaf’s note: i think i can call myself a melomaniac now

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly. despite how each thought, each expression, each breath is as familiar to you as your own, you have never quite known where you stand with him, regardless of how quickly he seemed to inhabit a piece of your soul.

the familiar weight of the mixtape that luke made you feels unusually burdensome in your hands, mirroring the heft of the songs on it that you have painstakingly committed to memory, each sleepless night’s offerings of tossing and turning becoming a reoccurring ritual.

you had popped the tape in your walkman immediately after luke had handed it to you, incognizant of the way his eyes softened as you concentrated on the music, trying to identify the first song.

“this is that band you like — l.a. guns, right?”

“you’re a regular sherlock,” luke had said, smiling and sarcastic, twisting his silver rings.

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

hues of pink crept up his cheeks, and you basked in the warmth of his answering crooked grin, the feeling wrapping around you like the caress of a summer night.

you uselessly stirred the spoon in your now stone-cold cup of chai, leaning across the kitchen table with your head propped up in your other hand. the phone taunts you from its corner on the counter, sitting just by the clear jar of blue cookies, its black hue a beacon among the sea of greens (the cabinets, the tiles — you liked to tell sally that she should try her hand at interior design one of these days) — as of late, the jacksons’ kitchen has become somewhat of a refuge for you.

you set a steaming china cup down in front of him, listening to the sounds of percy, annabeth, and grover in the living room, pulling out the chair in front of him with a slight creak on the slightly worn wooden floors, and watching him as he taps his fingers along to bob marley’s soft crooning, “little darlin’, stir it up”, lost in his own world.

“luke,” you say, breaking him out of his revelry.

luke sits up straight, meeting your amused gaze, “yeah?” he asks, reaching for his chai, and mumbling a quiet thanks as he sips it.

“you look kinda stupid when you think,” you say, watching him blink before taking the bait, and hiding your smile of satisfaction behind your cup.

“y’know, this is why you have a black hole for a heart,” he says, grinning crookedly, filling you with an indescribable longing to reach out and trace his grin.

“what?” you laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“just that you’re mean,” luke says, and the afternoon sun chooses that specific moment to encompass him in its glow, like a kiss from apollo. “and that you’re emo.”

“you literally say this every time, oh my god, i’m not mean or emo.”

“because i’m literally right?”

“you like him,” annabeth says, sympathetically, standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her braids resting across her shoulders, glancing from your untouched cup to your face, an expression of pity gracing her features. her presence caught you so off guard that you don’t even question where percy ran off to, who was usually attached to annabeth like a conjoined twin.

“i know,” you say, shivering slightly, the revelation feeling strangely empty, although you suppose the same part of your soul that recognized him had always known, a small inkling reappearing with every argument, and every nudge.

“he likes you,” annabeth adds matter-of-factly, interrupting your stream of consciousness.

“i know,” you repeat, picking at the lint on your sweater, and while this revelation is supposed to be shocking, it is also hollow, as you suppose your soul also knew this with every hushed conversation in the dead of night, and the slips of silence that only spoke volumes around him.

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” she turned and stalked back toward the living room.

you sat still for a minute or so, before sighing and putting luke’s mixtape (even in your misery, he is somehow always there) in your walkman, putting your headphones on as axl rose trilled, ‘i said, baby you been lookin' real good’ in his voice that took a while to get used to — something luke gave you a heads up on.

you sighed, conceding to annabeth’s attempts to rewrite whatever fate had pushed the two of you apart, from the hours-long phone calls that dwindled into short, clipped conversations, you can’t necessarily blame annabeth for trying to fashion a phoenix from the ashes of your friendship.

you stood up, grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair you were sitting upon, and walked into the living room, pausing for a few minutes to watch the scooby doo episode on the screen along with percy, grover, and annabeth, who were currently sprawled across the softly carpeted floor, arguing over monopoly.

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying.

“i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back.

“percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

“guys,” you said, interrupting their three-way argument, “put on your jackets and shoes, we’re going to the fair in five minutes.”

you ignored the way the troublesome trio exchanged glances, walking through the hallway covered in framed photos of percy and sally, going to wait by the door for them.

“so,” percy says, all-too-innocently, “why the sudden change of plans?” once the four of you are a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

“no reason, just wanted to see what was so hot about the fair,” you say, digging your hands in the pockets of your jacket. once more, you ignore the glances the trio exchange.

“so it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain curly-haired individual that we’re currently seeing less and less of?”

you keep walking, trying to feign ignorance, although the question was so pointed even you were concerned with percy’s audacity, “what’re you talking about?”

“oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —”

“— the two of you —”

“— were inseparable —”

“— for a disgustingly long time —”

“— and now you’re not —”

“— but we’re going to the fair because —”

“— his band is playing —”

“— and you’re going to try and fix —”

“— your troubles in paradise.”

you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces, “how long did it take for you guys to rehearse that?”

“a week, give or take,” grover says, and annabeth shoots him a glare.

“not the point, the point is, we support you.”

“gee, thanks, all i really needed was the support of three twelve-year-olds.”

“three twelve-year-olds that know you’re stupidly in love with luke castellan,” percy points out.

“okay, y’know what…” you trail off, frowning.

annabeth nudged percy, “not the point here, again.”

“fine, fine, fine,” you huff, as the four of you approach the brightly illuminated fair, looking for the ticket-selling booth, “i’ll buy you guys tickets so you can go hang out on the rides and i’ll go to the concert.”

the three of them nodded happily, making a beeline for the cotton candy stand a few feet away. you shook your head before pushing through the bustling crowd to look for the concert stage. when you finally do find it, after three excuse me’s and four sorry’s, the concert is already in full swing, with what looks like a mini moshpit already forming somewhere near the center.

once you’ve pushed your way to the absolute front, the darkening night sky serving as a backdrop, the harsh lights illuminate all five individuals on the stage, with a gorgeous girl with shaggily-cut hair and a raspy voice singing as lead (thalia? you think you remember luke telling you on the phone late at night once). however, your gaze almost immediately fixed on luke, who was playing a riff on his electric guitar, looking as hot as ever, his crooked grin on full display.

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment, and you’re suddenly very grateful to annabeth for her unsubtle nudges, because you would’ve missed out on this sight of luke castellan, the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee is permanently seared into your memory.

you’re almost sad when the show is over though, finally realizing why luke liked concerts so much, from the crowd surfing to the drumstick tricks during solos (beckendorf, you think the drummer’s name was — luke had mentioned him before) to the lead’s insane vocals, to the girl with long curly hair that stood next to you for most of the concert (probably the band’s most enthusiastic fan), you savored every minute of it. however, you’re glad for the chance to corner luke afterwards, climbing onto the stage as the crowd begins to disperse in waves, and realizing the curly-haired girl was already among the band members packing up their instruments, helping the curly-haired bassist pack his things.

luke barely looks up at your sudden arrival. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, packing away his guitar.

“i’m here to see you,” you say, trying to drive the hint home.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come see the band if you were busy,” luke says, uncomprehendingly, making eye-contact with you.

“i like you,” you say insistently.

“c’mon, let’s not kid ourselves right now, you said we’re friends so you don’t have to try to make me feel better,” luke says, shrugging and looking away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red.

smiling at his dumbstruck expression, you surged forward to kiss him, ignoring all the wolf whistles and “get some, castellan” enveloping the two of you, tangling your fingers into his hair, his hands coming to rest upon your hips.

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fettiowi · 4 months

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Shadow and Maria were never little angels onboard the ARK, they were twin forces of Chaos and Anarchy, causing general mayhem onboard whenever possible.

They were gremlins. Goblins, even.

You are very correct anon that totally isnt from months ago

Get a bad doodle. They stole from the cookie jar

#shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #ark siblings #ask #my art #fetti art

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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There's something deeply touching about Jason knowing he'll never be the kid Bruce saved again, but still maintaining some quirks, mannerisms, habits, pieces of young Jason Todd. They're small but cut deep.

Jason, when he allows himself to stay at the manor as a tiny indulgence, still acts like there's a barrier of lasers protecting Alfred's cookie jar, just so he and Dick would have an excuse to compare leaps.

He's still waiting for the lights to fall asleep so he could visit the library and get angry at Tim, or Bruce, or both, twins in audacity, for dig earing the pages they knew he'd read.

Of course Bruce finds him because he always looks for him, ridiculously fluffy pink robe that Selina bought him sagging on him.

He ignores the ball of sadness exploding in his stomach as he realizes Bruce is the one looking up at him now. It feels like a robbery, premeditated and calculated, " Jaylad, you have to nap."

" Bruce, I am a grown ass man, you cannot fucking tell me to NAP--"

There's an unspoken type of authority that surrounds gentle parents. Is Bruce a gentle parent? Well. He doesn’t need to hit Jason to get what he wants, that's for sure, " Excuse me?"

"...Just one more page?"

Bruce is also very weak for them, thought. "..Fine. don't tell Alfred."

When Dick proudly shows off his patrol record for the week, all preppy and shiny besides Bruce at the kitchen table, Jason hears it all the way from the couch.

Damian is a very sore loser when it comes to Mario Kart, he learned, " Todd! TODD! Come back here and taste DEFEAT! FIGHT ME LIKE A WOMAN, COWARD!"

" So yeah, 40 arrests are pretty good, I'd say,--"

" 40? That's adorable, I got 70. On a broken leg."

Bruce, suddenly spooked, turns to him, " You had your leg broken on patrol?!"

" A broken leg? Awwww. Killer Crock almost bit my face off, but hey. Nice of you to try."

"Waylon bit you?!"

" At least I'm not a COP!"

" YOU'RE STILL A COP?!"

" I'm working on it, okay?!"

But the biggest thing? Jason's so unflinchingly clingy on Bruce; When they first meet this 'Justice League' Batman joined, Jason requested to be there. A robin caricature, but he doesn't trust any of them.

Aside from Diana. Diana's always the exceptions.

" This is Superman, " Bruce may think that little blush goes unnoticed, but it certainly doesn't. " And this is my ba-- This is Red Hood. I trust him with my life."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry Jason chants in his head.

Superman extends his hand and a honey sunshine smile, " Red Hood?! Oh, I've heard so much about you. We have to work together sometime. Share stories about this one here."

He heard about the guy's X Ray vision. He hopes that if he does take a peek, he sees the sinister pull of grin on his lips, all teeth and no niceness, " I'm more of a hugger."

" Oh. Uh... Sure. I love hugs."

Jason makes sure to whisper, " He doesn't kill but I do," before pulling away. Then he turns to Bruce, going from standing at his full height to relaxing a little bit,

" I want bat burgers on the way."

Bruce hums and signals for him to lean down to get his head petted. Jason does. Even if he's embarassed.

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mushroomates · 3 months

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aragorn headcanons:

sketches in his free time. likes to draw plants he’s come across, writes down descriptions for later. makes maps and draws animals.

cannot draw people, for the life of him.

except for arwen. draws her all the time.

used to very bland food, cooking on the road. prefers unseasoned meat, likes to taste the “natural flavor.”

dislikes nutmeg. cinnamon feind

favorite cookie is oatmeal raisin

has very grimy hands all the time. it’s never ending. even after he washes them, it’s like immediate dirt and grease

current theories are: his sword is just really dirty, his clothes are dirty so when he touches them it makes them dirty, or legolas’s favorite- humans naturally produce grime so the dirt is a natural protective layer above the skin.

in actuality it’s because he knows it grosses (some) elves out and likes to be a menace. specifically targets erestor. legolas will also go great lengths to make sure aragorns hands star far, far away from his hair

knows some card tricks. has great slight of hand specially because of these card tricks. didn’t really do anything with this until pippin discovered this fact and aragorn was forced (politely asked) to preform for the hobbits.

this is, in spite of the fact, that they all know a literal WIZARD (gandalf was salty at abt this “false magic”) and also a ring that turns ppl invisible??

sews. really well, actually. enjoys it but rarely showcases this talent- mostly patches and mends garments weathered by his lifestyle. would one day love to sew a dress for arwen but doesn’t know where to start

masterful at subtly deflecting compliments.

very generous with compliments of his own, but are again, subtle.

years of living with elves has made him quite reserved. yet, he is doing his best to unlearn this behavior. such examples include:

telling arwen he loves her. telling elrond he loves him. telling frodo he loves him. really just telling everyone he loves them. he’s even worse when he’s drunk- he rarely gets even tipsy, but under the influence of a fine wine (or mead, he prefers mead or ciders) he will get very emotional.

hugs!! aragorn loves to give hugs. he really tries his best but they’re a bit awkward at times. he’s getting better.

breaking away from the elven raw-diet and dine seasonings with grilled meat and more lately grilled everything.

he will try his best to cook for himself at any opportunity. it was a jarring shift going from being served gourmet eleven dinners to raw venison

love language is acts of service. he likes to cook for his friends, though he’s not as good as it as sam, who cooked a majority of fellowship meals, so he mainly hunts. then legolas offered his hand and gimli felt challenged by that and at this point boromir just felt excluded-

he just wants to do nice things for the people he cares abt.

arwen has not, for a good chunk of her life, tied her own shoes, peeled her own oranges, made her own tea, or woken up without breakfast being made or ready for her.

just. guys. he really really loves arwen. he will do anything for her and it’s almost obnoxious.

it IS obnoxious if you ask legolas. but this is why aragorn does not go to legolas for romantic advice. (legolas once told aragorn that the next time he ties her shoes he should tie them together so that when she falls he will catch her. this is why arwen stoped flats with ties and opted for anything she could slip on instead.)

will never cheat at any sort of game. he will get extremely upset if you accuse him of such.

he does not believe that counting cards qualifies as cheating. boromir strongly disagrees. he mainly sticks to chess, now

is not allowed to play chess with erestor, (sore loser and prone to trash talk) elrond (matches take to long due to overthinking on both ends and this annoys arwen to no end) and either of the twins (they cheat by working as a team)

would 100% believe in bigfoot.

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Real or Not (Pt 5/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean makes it to Donna's

Always a pleasure "working" with @lacilou

Donna had met you at the door, waving at Claire as she backed out of the driveway. You half expected her to ask but instead she smiled "Ya know where the guestroom is and guest bathroom. Why don't ya go get a shower and change into more comfy clothes then we can talk or not whichever" you instantly pulled her into a hug trying very hard not to cry. She held you for a few moments, rubbing your back soothingly then leaned back to smile at you again "Want tea or coffee waiting?" "Tea please"

You, the boys and Jody's girl all kept extra clothes at Donna's. She was a safe place to crash. Once you were out of the shower and dressed you stared at yourself in the mirror, immediately regretting not paying better attention when you grabbed clothes. You'd gotten a pair of your sleep shorts out but the shirt you'd grabbed was an old henley of Dean's.

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You ignored the ache in your chest as you brushed your hair out then headed out the bathroom. You padded softly down the hall enjoying the feeling of the cool hardwood floor under your feet.

When you made it to the kitchen Donna was standing with her back to you, you saw she had her phone to her ear and started to step out to give her more privacy until you heard your name. The bits you caught were "Jody's gonna flip" "You shouldn't have went back Claire" "Yeah I know" "I know how two faced Camila is" "I don't think Y/N is gonna believe me though. I could strangle Dean"

You cleared your throat and had to stifle the urge to laugh when she spun around wide eyed looking very much like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar "Claire sweetie I gotta go. Give Jods my love and call me when ya get home"

You raised an eyebrow at her phone as she sat it down "What was that about?" She shrugged but when you crossed your arms she let out a sigh "Claire had a talk with Camila" "A talk?" You asked skeptically and she flinched "She might have gave her a black eye, broke her phone and told her if she came within fifty feet of you she'd get worse that than"

You felt your heart warm at Claire's protectiveness but felt the need to say "While I appreciate Claire wanting to defend me she doesn't need to risk getting in trouble. That bitch isn't worth it" Donna nodded slowly and held out a steaming mug. When you took it you realized she was still staring at you "What else Donna?"

She shrugged "Camila told Claire she lied about a lot, like the ring thing" you shook your head "Even if Dean wasn't looking at rings, he was willing to quit hunting.... Donna he still hadn't even told me he loves me. How many signs do I have to let slap me in the face before I accept I'm not the one for him no matter how much it rips my heart out or how much I love him"

She opened her mouth as if to say something but you quickly forced a yawn "I'm gonna take my tea to the guestroom so I can lie down if that's ok" she nodded "Of course. Holler if ya need anything" you gave her a small smile before nearly running to the guestroom, shutting the door behind yourself.

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You sat the tea on the dresser before sitting on the bed. What were you supposed to do now? The bunker had been your home for quite some time before you and Dean ever shared a bed. Maybe the twins wanted a third for hunting? Or you could go with Claire some?

You eventually laid across the bed, hoping sleep would pull you under.

Dean parked next to Donna's truck feeling his heart skip around in his chest. He cut his eyes at Sam as he killed the engine "What do I say to get her to listen to me?" Sam shrugged one shoulder "Honestly?"

Dean felt his jaw clench as he said "Yeah honestly. I'm trying to fight for the woman I love her and this is new territory to me Sammy" a small smile slipped onto Sam's face "Don't gameplan man. Just talk to her, stutter and stammer if you have to. Just try to tell her how you feel and make her see you mean it"

He nodded slowly before climbing out of the impala, hearing Sam get out behind him. Before they made it all the way onto the porch the front door swung open and there stood Donna looking very pissed. "DEAN WINCHESTER! WHAT DID YOU DO?"

He flinched at her tone and held his hands in front of him defensively "I promise you my own crime is being stupid enough to think Camila had changed any. Anything she told Y/N was a lie. Please let me talk to her Donna" she looked from him to Sam before nodding "Ok, Sam ya wanna ride into town we me? The dinner has decent enough food"

Sam nodded "Sure" Donna leaned in to grab her coat before looking back at Dean "She's in the guestroom. Don't make me regret this Dean" Sam patted Dean's shoulder reassuringly before following Donna off the porch.

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Dean stepped inside and stopped. What if you didn't want to see him? What if you didn't believe him? What if you really were through?

He wanted to give into those self depreciating thoughts he had his entire life but your face popped into his mind. The smile you'd have when you would wake up next to him, how you'd wrap your arms around him and kiss between his shoulders while he cooked. The way you'd patch him up after a hunt or sit watching his every movement with tired eyes as he patched you up.

Every moment of your relationship and even before flashed through his mind. It was worth the risk. He knew for him that you were it, he just hoped you felt the same.

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He walked to the guestroom and knocked twice. After a moment he heard your sleep ridden voice "Come in Donna" he hesitated, should he tell you it was him? After a moment he pushed the door open "Hey sweetheart"

You shot up in bed and stared at Dean for a long moment. Your first urge was to run to him or even cry but you bit both those down to let venom slip into your tone as best as you could "Where's Camila?"

He shrugged "Don't know. I came here to talk to you" you stood off the bed smoothing a hand over your hair as you did so. You refused to be sitting while he stood. You needed halfway equal footing.

"Why? To tell me yourself I never measured up to her? To tell me you would've quit hunting for her? Or or or did ya come to tell me stories about her like I heard you and Sam reminiscing about WEEKS AGO!" You hadn't realized the anger that was simmering under your pain but once you started talking it refused to not be fed.

You tool a step towards him "When would I have been enough Dean? I was friends with you and Sam for so long before we ever started getting closer. You had every chance to not yet you took me into your bed. You touched me, you kissed me, you made me feel wanted like you actually cared but all the while I was falling in love with you were you still hung up on her?"

"No" he answered it so matter of factly it pissed you off further. Your teeth clenched hard as you said "Then why don't you love me? Why don't you feel about me how I feel about? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T?"

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You felt angry tears slip down your face half a second before Dean was pulling you into his arms. You struggled, trying to break out of his embrace but knew he was stronger than you and your traitorous heart and body wanted nothing more than to melt into him. "Why don't you love me?" You half whispered half sobbed into his chest.

"I do love you" he spoke quietly. You pulled back from him to look up into his eyes "Don't say it to save my feelings" he gave you a smile that wasn't his usual flirtatious one but was genuine nonetheless "I'm not baby please can I talk now?" You nodded so walked the two of you over to the bed and sat down scooting back against the headboard pulling you onto his lap as he went and you let him.

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Once you were straddling him with your head resting in the bend of his neck he started to rub circles onto your back as he spoke "She lied about me wanting to quit hunting. She lied about a lot, that's all she ever did. When me and Sam were talking about her it was because he was giving me hell for not trying to get you sooner because he was comparing how much better of a hunter, cook and woman you are and I was agreeing. I have loved you for a while now but sweetheart this is new to me, I've ran from any feelings my entire life. I've ran from the possibility of opening myself up to being hurt but you? You could rip my heart out right now and I'll use my last breath to tell you I love you"

You leaned up to look into his eyes "I've felt so out of place since I heard you two talking about her. I wanted to trust in us, not just a lovers but as friends. Dean I've never dreamt of feeling how I feel about you. I love you" you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and he sighed lightly into your mouth, a sound of contentment. When you pulled away he smiled again "I love you Y/N. A future for me? It's you. No matter what else may come my future is you"

You smiled again, feeling tears brimming in your eyes "Shut up and kiss me like you love me Winchester" He grinned at your words "Oh I definitely can do that"

@lacilou @saranghaey @stoneyggirl2 @marimarvelfan @roseblue373 @suckitands33 @backtotheshitshow @jackles010378 @leigh70 @diagnosedpsychosis @badassbitch-21 @geekwritersworld

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #real or not mini series

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queensharotto · 5 months

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 1: Mid to Late 2022)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month, starting with August 2022.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well.

August 2022 🌅

• “Picnic Time” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Pizza Time” 💗

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

September 2022 🍂

• “The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Heartbreak”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie

• “The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye” 💗

Featuring: Dr Bones Cookie

• “The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar #1”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “The Time Balance Department’s Handycookie ”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

October 2022 🎃

• “Biggest Fans” 💗

Featuring: The Cherry Stars

• “The Idol and the DJ” 💗

Featuring: DJ Cookie

• “Time Travel, Woo!” 💗

Featuring: Croissant Cookie

• “Hollyberrian Marketplace Ruckus”

Featuring: Princess Cookie, Knight Cookie and the Hollyberrian Shopkeepers

• “The Spooky Cookie Tapes” 🎃💗

Featuring: Numerous cookies

• “The Thrill or the Peace”

Featuring: Adventurer Cookie and Blackberry Cookie

• “The Deal with Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Baking for Them”

Featuring: Frost Queen Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “The Face of the Future”

Featuring: Director Croissant Cookie, Stringy Gummy Cookie, and Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper Cookie

• “Missing You…” 😞

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Sunrises”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours” 🎂

Featuring: Birthday Cake Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, Truffle Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie, and Croissant Cookie

November 2022 🌾

• “A Tune for You”

Featuring: Vagabond Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Phenomenal Photo”

Featuring: Chocolate Bonbon Cookie, Sour Belt Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Orange Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, and Almond Cookie

• “Polar Opposites” 💗

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

December 2022 🎄

• “Bake It till You Make It” 🍪💗

Featuring: Captain Caviar Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Oyster Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie

• “The Deal with Ancients V1”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Co, The Cookies of Darkness, The First 3 Playable Ancient Heroes and Cookies seen throughout Episodes 9 - 14

• “Yandere Cookie Team Ups” 💗

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Croissant Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “Speak of the Tree”

Featuring: Millennial Tree Cookie and Churro Cookie

• “For Their Majesty” 💗

Featuring: Amber Sugar Cookie

• “Spared No Expense” 💗

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie

• “The Flipside” 😞

Featuring: Cocoa Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “When the Jingle Bells Rock” 🎄

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “What If: In Your Name” 🍪

Featuring: St Pastry Order

• “Secretly Reading Your Diary”

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year

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Just Say Yes

Amber X Tara X Reader

3rd Person POV

Ambers arm was wrapped firmly around her girlfriend as the smaller girl rushed to complete her homework. It was due in five minutes and someone had decided to keep her busy last night.

Amber scanned the courtyard usual smirk planted on her face as she saw Wes glaring at her arm around his crush. It was no secret he still harbored feelings for the Carpenter girl and it amused her to no end that even after two years he still wasn't over her. It tickled her even more that Tara was the one to make the first move.

After years of being best friends she'd realized her feelings for the girl were more than just those of a friend. It was during their regularly scheduled movie night/sleepover that the girl had leaned over and kissed her best friend surprising the both of them. Amber remembered the tingling feeling after the initial shocked had passed. She remembered the way the younger girl looked mortified before she pulled her into another kiss. She could still taste the fruity lip gloss and feel her hands digging into her shoulders, the movie in the background long forgotten.

Amber knew her feelings of disdain for Wes weren't just because he was a mommas boy, she thought he had the one thing she didn't.

She smiled at the memory tightening her hold on the girl before placing a soft kiss behind her ear almost making it seem like she was just whispering to her.

Mindy looked at the trio amused while munching through her usual bag of Cheetos her brothers giant hand almost crushing the bag when he went to steal some. His girlfriend Liv laughing at his twins obvious disgust as she stared at him.

Across the courtyard one of Chads teammates slapped the book you were reading out of your hand.

"Fucking freak." Amber watched closely as your eyes flashed with something just before you closed them taking a deep breath and picking up your book. Once again it was slapped out of your hand.

"Chad.." Tara called softly also observing what was happening. The giant went to stand up to help when he caught sight of a teacher passing by.

"Mr.Landry is there a problem here?" The curly haired boy turned into the picture of innocence as he smiled at his English teacher, Mrs.Thompson. His light blue eyes shining with mischief as if he were a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar knowing there was no real consequence to his actions.

"Not at all Mrs.Thompson," he bent down to pick up the same book he had just slapped out of your hands. "Just helping my good ole friend Y/N here with her next assignment."

You stared at the boy just from the rim of your glasses before you glanced to the gullible adult beside him. Her scowl turned into a smile as she nodded happy with his answer before turning to leave.

"Fucking idiot." Everyone turned to you in surprise.

"Excuse me Ms.Y/LN?" You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk slowly growing.

Ambers head tilted as well while Tara couldn't tear her eyes away from you, jaw dropping as you straightened your posture.

"I said you must be a fucking idiot if you really believe that." The teachers face grew red as even the group of boys bullying you grew silent in the exchange.

"PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW! THE REST OF YOU GET TO CLASS!" The woman stormed away as you grabbed your bag following after her.

Amber continued to stare at the spot you'd just vacated as she felt her girlfriend place a slight tap on her shoulder. She looked to the smaller girl.

"Come on we'll be late." She nodded silently intertwining their hands as she let herself be lead to class.

It was lunch when the two girls had caught sight of you again. You were tucked (reluctantly) under the heavy arm of Chad who smiled and slightly shook you as he offered apologies for his pathetic excuse of a teammate. You continued to stare nodding hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want or need his help. You both were already at his usual table of friends before you could pull away.

"Guys for today we're making Y/N an honorary member of the group." Mindy scoffed.

"You know she's a human being and not a puppy right? You can't just adopt people." He stuck his tongue out at his sister.

"To be fair Chad it does seem like you dragged her here against her will." He looked to his bleach blonde pseudo brother in hurt.

"E tu, Wesley?" Hands crossed over this heart as he began to pout.

And of course as always Liv came to his defense as the ever loving girlfriend.

"Guys his intentions are good and I'm sure Y/N could use more friends. She is new."

You scoffed.

"I'm right here and thanks but no thanks knock off Avril Lavigne I'll take being alone any day."

Liv's face grew red in offense as Chad tried not to show any amusement comforting his girlfriend as best he could. Mindy and Amber laughed along with Tara, the force of her giggles shaking her girlfriends arm slightly. You glanced at the trio nodding before turning to leave. Tara was the one to place a hand on your forearm. Wes eyebrows furrowed making Ambers narrow in turn.

"Stay please." Her soft voice melting you a bit. "It'd be nice to talk to someone new for a change."

Big brown eyes peered up at you and you found yourself staring a little longer than necessary almost counting the freckles that sat across the girls cheeks and nose. You swallowed hard remembering you were staring at the Amber Freeman's girlfriend, the girl in question almost giving you the same puppy dog eyes but hers weren't pleading they were almost demanding you sat next to them as she moved her eyes from you to the empty space next to her.

You were new to the town but you'd heard the rumors about Amber punching and breaking the nose of the same jock who'd pestered you earlier. He'd said something a little too nasty to Tara once and now he doesn't even glance in her direction. You knew all about the rest of the group because some junior directed you through the school and "gave you all the hot goss" she could. You'd been in Woodsboro for maybe 3 weeks now and still adjusting. Your mother always absent either at the bar or under some random stranger.

Slowly you sit down making the Carpenter girl dance in victory, you and Amber both having the same small smile in what looked to be adoration. Mindy eyed the three of you before looking to Wes who seemed to be getting red.

"So Y/N.." Tara began making you turn to her. "We have the next class together right? AP Biology?" You nod.

Amber quirked an eyebrow turning to her girlfriend. "You guys have class together?"

Tara's cheeks tint slightly as some stray hairs fall in front of her face. Noticing her slight discomfort, you finally speak up.

"Yeah but I'm not as smart as Tara she usually helps with most of the labs." The brunette turns to you.

"No you're probably better than my partner and our teachers kind of an ass." You laugh a genuine smile breaking through.

Amber continued to listen in and watch, one hand playing with Tara's hair as the two of you spoke.

"She's also in your art class Amber." The girl turned to you.

"Really?" You nodded.

"Yeah." You cleared your throat feeling slight heat creep up on your cheeks. "I actually sit in the desk behind you."

Amber felt conflicted as she smirked at you. you'd managed to make her smile in less than twenty minutes and the only other person capable of doing so was under her arm.

"We'll now you're sitting next to me." Your eyes shot to her in surprise as she shrugged.

Mindy eyes kept moving between the three of you. Usually Tara was quieter sometimes engaging in conversations with Wes or just simply enjoy her girlfriends company as they'd talk about horror films. There was chemistry between you three she was sure of it.

"Hey Y/N..."she interrupted the staring contest between you and Amber. "What do you think of the Stab movies?"

Liv, Chad and Wes groaned as Amber suddenly grew interested to see your response. Tara as always sat back ready to tune out the usual conversation between her girlfriend and the film fanatic. She didn't mind the Stab movies but she much preferred elevated horror especially those that weren't based on true stories. She glanced at Wes who began to stab his food. Like anyone else who was connected to the Woodsboro massacre sometimes you want to forget the past.

"Never seen 'em." Tara then began to get engaged as she noticed both Mindy and Amber freeze in shock.

"Seriously?" You shrug.

The bell rings signaling that it's time for class, next to you is Tara who's hand is clasped tightly in Ambers as she leads you both to her classroom. You give the two privacy by entering the classroom, your eyes unable to look away as Amber tucks a hair behind Tara's ear followed by a soft kiss. You see the softening in Ambers hard exterior as the smaller girl continues to look up at her, nose scrunching in happiness her eyes almost shut completely as she smiles at her lover. Unable to decipher what's being said when the two glance over to you, you quickly look down to your notebook not wanting to be caught.

Tara comes to sit next to you lightly brushing your shoulder as she does. "Amber said and I quote" she clears her throat making her voice just the slightest bit deeper "Tell that loser that it's a crime against humanity to not have watched the Stab films and she's now obligated to come to my house to watch the whole series"."

She rolls her eyes but turns to you hopeful.

"It's usually just us and the rest of the group during movie nights but it would be nice to have someone else with us, so would you want to come over?" Once again your caught in beautiful baby browns and a hopeful smile. If it were anyone else you'd say no but something about the Carpenter girl just tugs at your heart strings. You sigh rolling your eyes at yourself before answering.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" Tara smirks laughing.

"Not really no, so we'll be seeing you after school?" You shake your head.

"I guess so but I have detention with Mrs.Thompson so it'll have to be later." Tara once again does a small dance as you laugh lightly in amusement.

The girl is just too cute.

After detention you walk to the empty parking lot your bike next to one other car in the lot. Amber Freeman is leaning against it as Tara sits up waving from the passenger seat.

"You forgot to give her your number dumbass."

"Didn't feel like getting beat up by her girlfriend." Amber smirks.

"Just follow me to my house."

You climb on your bike saluting her as she starts her car, the drive to her house not long as you stare in awe once it comes into view. Her house was way better than the small apartment you "shared" with your mom.

"Are you gonna keep staring or are you coming in?"

You take the helmet off and go to follow the two girls. You're directed to a living room with a couch laz-y boy and TV next to a shelf of movies.

Amber goes to pop some popcorn as Tara goes to grab blankets and set up the movie. You feel bad as you watch the smaller girl take a deep breath from her inhaler before she continues her tasks.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" Your usual harsh voice softens surprising her as only one other person has talked to her that way. She nods slightly dazed before she shakes her head.

"No you're the guest, and Amber and I have this routine down to a T." You nod going to sit on the separate seat.

"Alright loser I ordered us some Chinese because we have a long night ahead of us and since there's no school tomorrow you have no excuses." You just nod at the girl, smirking.

"And if I have plans?"

Her eyes narrow as she leans close to you.

"They're cancelled."

You both stare daring the other to break eye contact when the doorbell rings followed by the boisterous voice of Chad.

"OPEN UP FREEMAN WE WANNA WATCH MOVIES TOO!" Tara went to grab the door guiltily glancing to Amber who sighs.

"You told Mindy didn't you?"

"YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS SHE DID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE A STAB-A-THON WITHOUT ME?"

Amber rolled her eyes as the whole group forced their way in, luckily Chad had bags of snacks and liquor as he snuck by.

"Well Thing 1 I didn't feel like watching the full series with unnecessary commentary."

She scoffed.

"Oh please my commentary makes the films that much better."

Upon seeing Wes, Tara went to you and whispered.

"Would you mind sitting next to me and Amber?" Her soft lips grazed your ear making you shiver. You looked confused before you saw her glance at Wes, a sudden urge to protect her going through you.

You stand and sit next to the girl effectively cutting him off before he could do so. The bleach blonde grumbling as he takes the recliner by himself. Amber takes this in watching the two of you talk softly as she goes to sit on the other side of her girlfriend. She meets your eyes nodding in thanks as you nod back.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU ONE OF THE GREATEST HORROR FILMS IN HISTORY!" She whispers to her brother. "Drum roll please.." he begins to bang his hands to his chest as the curly haired girl continues. "BASED ON A TRUE STORY I GIVE YOU...Stab!"

You sat back arm almost going over Tara's shoulder before you stopped yourself faking a stretch and crossing your arms over your chest. Amber chuckled softly to herself noticing, unknown to both of you so did Tara and Mindy.

The film continued on more screams and blood filling the screen as Tara had one hand on your arm and the other on Amber. You glance to see Wes in almost fetal position eyes barely making it over his knees.

Pussy.

Chad and Liv were too busy kissing to pay attention as Mindy was munching away at popcorn, her commentary cut off not even thirty minutes into the movie, Amber threatened to kick her out.

The doorbell rang making everyone but you and Amber jump.

"It's just the food losers." She stands to get it leaving you and Tara on the couch. The smaller girl cowering into you the minute Ghostface appears again. When she's back the three of you share the cartons of food, which is when you learn Tara's a vegetarian. Mindy complains of being unloved and hungry as Amber throws egg rolls at her. Chad joining in once his lips leave his girlfriends.

"What about me?" Seeing Tara about to hand over her carton of fried rice makes you give the boy yours.

"Here."

The smaller girl gives a grateful smile as her girlfriend passes you a plate with some of her food. You look to Amber who stares until you begin to eat again.

Mindy side eyes the three of you mouth full of grease, pork, and veggies.

Definitely a thing.

It's when the credits roll everyone turns to you in question.

"That was actually a really well put together horror film." Amber and Mindy cheer as the others groan and prepare for the next one.

It was by the third film Wes had to leave due to his curfew, his mom picking him up at 11 as the twins slept on. Liv and Chad had gotten up to "sleep" in a guest room. You, Tara and Amber continued watching as Mindy's talking filled the background.

These suck.

After the first few Stabs you were getting bored, the motives were sloppy and the movies seemed to lose that feeling of nostalgia. Tara and Mindy had fallen asleep halfway through the sixth film and when they were finally done you decided to share your opinion.

"No offense Amber but these newer movies suck." She scoffed and you could see a glint in her eyes as she began her rant.

"I know.." she groaned. "It's like they took everything we loved about the original and shitted on it."

"So how would you fix it?" Her head turned abruptly to you as she began a passion filled speech about the cliches of reboots and how to properly execute a resurgence in film. Her eyes grew wider with excitement and you found yourself enthralled neither of you realizing how close you were getting until she almost woke up Tara. You both cleared your throats.

"We should probably get some sleep." You nod going to pick up Tara. "Where should I put her?"

"I could've gotten her."

"I know you just look a little tired too." Her usually hard exterior chipped a bit and she silently pointed you to her room, where you placed Tara down.

"Where should I sleep?"

"Most of the guest rooms are taken just sleep with us." Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It'll be a tight fit wouldn't it?" She shrugged going to spoon her girlfriend.

"Sleep on the floor then." Your eyes narrowed as you went behind her, wrapping your arms around her and getting in as close as possible.

"Better?" Your breath hit the back of her neck making the girl shiver. She nodded silently a whispered goodnight falling from your lips as you shut your eyes, your hands grazing Tara's the last thing you felt.

Amber went to kiss her girlfriends forehead like she usually did making the smaller girl crack one eye open as she placed a kiss on her chin. A small smile on both of their faces.

You woke up to the sweet smell of vanilla and a small body wrapped around you. Your eyes opening slowly as you found Tara cuddled up to you still sleeping soundly. Her mouth open the smallest bit as her chest rose and fell with each breath. You pushed some hair from her face looking around to see where Amber was. You heard some movement from downstairs followed by the smell of breakfast. You went to move but Tara's small hand gripped your shirt like a lifeline. A quiet knock and dark head of hair peeking in at the two of you.

Amber smirked rolling her eyes. "She's literally a koala." She moved closer placing a soft kiss on her girlfriends cheek before moving to her ear. "Baby wake up and get off of Y/N."

The smaller girl groaned.

"But she's so comfy." She whined. You couldn't help but chuckle making her shake above you. "Stop laughing."

You and Amber were still amused until someone else decided to interrupt.

"Can you hurry up some of us are STARV-" Mindy looked to the scene before her. "Am I interrupting something?"

Tara shot up from you almost tripping making Amber catch her before she could.

"No." Amber gritted out. "And Mindy I literally told you breakfast would be done in a few minutes."

"Wait did Y/N sleep in here instead of the guest-"

Amber cut her off.

"Will you get out already?! Jesus." The curly haired twin raised her hands up in surrender before leaving.

I knew it!

After that night you, Tara and Amber were inseparable. You three having absentee parents, similar tastes and just something that fit both of the girls so well you all were unable to part from each-other.

You had all decided to do your usual movie night at Tara's as her mom was "out of town". You were on the stairs staring at some of her childhood photos when you spotted something peculiar.

"Hey Tara?" She came around the corner cheeks covered in flour making you smile.

"Yeah?"

"Who's the other girl in the photo?" You notice her mood dampen and immediately wished you could take it back. Amber was still on her way over, her parents deciding to finally do the bare minimum by checking in with her.

"That's Sam..." a pregnant pause. "My sister." You looked to her in surprise. You and Tara had shared stories about your alcoholic mothers and their lack of control. The endless lonely nights finally being put to a stop as you found solace in the older girl. Texting or FaceTiming one when you couldn't sleep and starting the day with some words of comfort and motivation. Tara was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm sorry-"

"Our dad left when I was 8, Sam she.....she wasn't the same and when she turned 18 she just left." Her breath shuddered as she recalled the last time she saw her sister.

"Tar-"

"I looked up to her and she just left me." Tears began rolling down her cheeks hot and heavy as you pulled her into a hug.

"It's ok Tara. It's ok." You stroked the back of her head as her hands clutched the back of your shirt. You could feel her begin to hyperventilate as you tried to calm her.

"Tara...Tara hey you gotta calm down." You tried wiping her tears but they kept coming.

"They all left me."

The four words broke your heart as she kept repeating them the girl trying to sink to her knees but you kept your grip firm.

"Tara!"

Fuck it.

Your hands pulled her in kissing her softer than either of you expected. Plump lips pushed back softly against your own as manicured nails dug into the back of your neck drawing you closer. A soft sigh leaving her as the two of you broke apart. Your thumb rubbing her bottom lip as you found her doe like eyes boring into yours.

"I'm not leaving you Tara, not now not ever."Her eyes shut as her breathing returned to normal. It was almost the same thing Amber had told her every night when Sam had first left.

"I'm here for you babe, always."

"Sorry I'm late! Where's the loser?!" Tara pushed herself off as she went to the living room you following closely behind. "Hey- were you crying?" Amber rushed to her girlfriend eyes flashing to you in betrayal. "Did you hurt her?"

Taras hands went to her shoulders turning her face back to her. "No I was talking about Sam."

Ambers face softened the anger still in her eyes but no longer directed at you. She scanned Taras face before looking to you. She sniffed the air around her. "Baby is something burning?"

"SHIT!" She ran past her girlfriend to the kitchen as Amber grabbed you and dragged you to the attic knowing Tara would be unable to hear anything.

"I'm sure she gave you the PG Version of everything so I'll explain and quick before she notices we’re gone. Sam got into drugs and slutting herself out to half the town before she decided to leave her little sister with their drunken mess of a mother." Your eyebrows rose as you looked at her. "At some level Tara wants you to know and I'm sure she'll appreciate me doing it this way."

You nod. "We kissed."

Amber stared. "I know."

You gulped as she stepped closer to you. Her hands a blurred movement before you felt yourself being pulled into your second kiss of the night. This one a lot rougher than the last. You eyebrows shot up in surprise as Amber jumped onto you. Your hands finding their place under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around you. You tilted your head lips sliding with hers. You opened up your lips slightly leering her tongue in as her hands tangled into your hair pulling hard. You groaned in slight pain making the girl smile into the kiss.

"GUYS!" You placed the girl down rushing to get back downstairs when you tripped over a box a diary laid open in front of you. In big bold letters the name of Woodsboro's first serial killer staring back at you. You picked up the book lagging behind Amber who went to help her girlfriend plate dinner. As you read the entry you felt yourself freeze right at the kitchen entrance.

"Y/n...you ok?" You glance at Tara before looking to Amber. You passed the taller girl the book before going to take a seat. Her eyes widening as she looked to you and the book in her hands.

"What the fuck?" You nod eyes still on Tara who starts getting frustrated.

"What's wrong?" She turns to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"You might wanna sit down, Y/N grab her inhaler."

"I want them to pay." Tara's head was on Ambers chest, the two girls had sent you home once Tara was able to function after learning the real reason why Sam left. She was the illegitimate child of Billy Loomis, the real reason their dad never came back. Her mother turning to liquor to drown her sorrows, Tara shook in anger as her thoughts plagued her. Amber brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.

"They will babe." Tara sat up looking her girlfriend in the eyes.

"No I want to be the one to make them hurt." Amber felt something within her stir. "I want to hurt them like they hurt me."

Amber sat quiet for a moment. "What if we make another movie?"

Tara's eyebrows furrowed as Amber began to get a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"We're going to recreate the same movie your sisters father made and we're going to give it an even better ending."

Tara felt a small smile grace her lips. "How?"

"There's a bunch of movie freaks online that we can use to take the fall."

That night the two began their plan. As time went on Amber turned to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"Babe you know I love you right?" The small girl nodded. "We'll need someone else besides a fall guy, we need someone to help us clean up the mess once everything done."

"But what about me?" Amber lovingly stroked her cheek.

"You're the brain baby now we need brawn."

"Chad?" Amber shook her head.

"Y/N." Tara felt her cheeks tint at the sound of your name.

"I have a confession-"

"No need I kissed her too." The brunette eyes shot open in surprise. "Baby we've both been feeling a connection to Y/N I was just waiting for one of us to act on it, polygamy isn't new and there's something in them that I think makes them perfect." Tara looked skeptical as Amber smirked. "Just trust me, I can prove it."

Amber strode confident to the front door phone in hand and ready to call you. She motioned for her girlfriend to come closer as she began dialing your number. It rang twice before you answered.

"Are you guys ok?" You wasted no time making Ambers smile grow even more.

"We're fine but you should probably come inside." Tara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you walked out from the trees sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

"How'd you-" Amber ran up to you in excitement eyes shining like they had that night she'd discussed her Stab ideas with you.

"Just come inside and listen."

"You wanna what?!" You stood from the chair. Tara looked to Amber worried who held up one finger to her girlfriend. "Tara will get hurt. You will get hurt."

Taras head snapped to you as Amber tilted her head to the side sauntering to you as she dragged her hand across your shoulders. "Which is why I think you're a much better candidate to help us."

You shook your head. "You'd get in trouble."

Tara felt herself begin to realize what Amber already knew. You didn't care for much else but them and their safety over the months you had become a silent protector to the two of them. Countless incidents of Tara needing her inhaler or a distraction from Wes and you much like her girlfriend would be right there to save the day. Even the rare occasions where Amber was vulnerable you were sure they were kept private and whatever she'd ask for you'd get when Tara couldn't. They were all you had and they felt the same for you. Your parents had failed all three of you and Tara's own sister had abandoned her.

"Not if we're careful." She cut in. You looked to the smaller girl worried but feeling your walls crumble.

"Tara if this goes wrong-"

"It won't." You sigh.

"Besides you two, I have nothing left to lose. College isn't in my cards and there's no one waiting for me at home. You guys have families-"

"That don't care." Amber cut you off as she went closer placing her hand on your shoulder her other hand beckoning her girlfriend over. Tara stepped closer placing a hand on your other shoulder you looked between the two.

"I don't want nothing to happen to either of you."

Tara got closer. "We can't promise nothing will happen but we can promise that we'll make sure we get the ending we want."

Amber smiled at her girlfriend as she turned back to you, lips pressing to your cheek.

"Just think Tara's the brains you'll be the brawn and I'll be the mask, we already found someone who will take the fall." Her lips moved from your cheek to your lips. "We just need you to be our insurance policy. We just need you to say yes."

Your eyes shot over to Tara who's nails scratched the back of your neck. Her brown eyes pleading with you, your attention back on Amber who places a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled away letting her girlfriend pull you in for a kiss as well.

With eyes closed you take a deep breath.

"Yes."

A/N: I should probably update the Wednesday series and catch up on requests but this just popped in my head so I hope you enjoyed it 😅😭

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#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wlw post #scream #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream v #amber freeman #mikey madison #Mikey madison x reader #amber freeman x tara carpenter #amber freeman x reader

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baahsu · 1 month

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What about a scenario where the vinsmoke siblings weren't genetically modified and didn't have colorful hair

They'd constantly cause mischief around the castle, running around, messing with expensive decorations, pranking the staff and just overall driving judge crazy

The catch is that it'd be only one at a time doing it. One of them would drop a vase or draw on the walls or cut judge's mustache and hair while he's asleep while the others would stay in their bedroom, snickering at their mischievous activities

Before anyone could catch the culprit the four would be together again and no one would be able to tell which twin did it

On top of having the same color of hair they also style it similarly and wear the same clothes, and they don't bat an eye covering for each other, saying neither of them left their room the whole day

Judge would think niji was the one responsible for drawing on his face when he dozed off on his chair, but ichiji would interfere and remind him niji doesn't have a key to his office, judge had given one to him only. Judge would stare at him fuming, wondering if ichiji did it or if he gave the key to one of his brothers or if one of the other three just stole it

The staff would accuse yonji of messing in the kitchen, of dropping flour everywhere and eating all of the cookies, but sanji would point out he's the one with an interest in cooking and yonji's never set his feet in the kitchen before. He'd look at them with the most innocent eyes and the cooks would only sigh and pat him in the back lightly, sending him off with a jar filled with new cookies

Sora and reiju would observe everything from afar, reiju shaking her head, half amused and half tired of her brothers' antics, and sora smiling, content that her precious sons got along so well with each other

#one piece #vinsmoke siblings #sanji #ichiji #niji #yonji #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke family #vinsmokes headcanons

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vintage-tech · 2 years

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It’s your world and I’m just a squirrel tryin’ to get a nut...

#cookie jar #twin winton #vintage #technology

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xoxo-sarah · 8 months

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Deserved it

↝a/n: I need a better title for this. Also this has been in my notes app for so long and I've been too scared to post it.

↝pairing:Steve Harrington x fem!Hargrove!reader

↝ Warning: Billy, Reader is Billy's twin sister, angst , fighting, blood, arguing, slight smut, making out, not proofread

↝⎙ 9.9.23

"I have a hard time believing that." Oh- your smile. How could you look so much like Billy, yet so different? In a good way, of course. One thing that you didn't physically have that was the same was your smile. Yours was, well, nicer. More friendly. Less intimidating.

"I'm serious! Look- ask Nance." If you didn't know any better, you'd probably say he was practically begging you to believe him.

"I dunno, I just can't picture a guy like you being a ladies man."

"Okay, ouch."

Laughing, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of playfully picking on this poor soul.

"I was literally known as King Steve-"

"Bull."

That's how it all started. Playful banter between a kid who peaked in highschool and a new girl who had everyone's eyes on her and her own brother. Apparently, your family moving to Hawkins was a huge favor for everyone. You're welcome. You'd probably tell everybody, given the chance.

•••••

"Stay away from that Harrington boy." Billy puffed at his cigarette, before flicking it absentmindedly onto the dry ground.

"Steve-"

"Oh, first name basis now?" He scoffed, drumming his fingers on the car roof.

"He-"

"-Is trouble. He's looking for some dumb broad to pick up and have a good time."

"Billy, I don't really care what you think. And even if I was into him, that isn't any of your business." He slammed his hands down on the roof of the car, making you jump.

"Y/n," Billy tsked, "you are a lot of things, but a dumb slut isn't one of 'em. Now get in the car." Before you could respond, he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the engine.

Slamming the door, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and turned around.

Billy threw his arms up and huffed as he watched you walk away. Grabbing another cigarette, he lit it, letting you walk a bit ahead before he started driving. If you were going to act like a brat, he was going to treat you like one. He wasn't one to give in to anyone, but you had moments that made his cold heart ache for you, he was always going to be there for you, but only for you. You literally shared a womb together. There's obviously a connection that no amount of sibling back-and-forth could wilt, right?

Hearing an engine roaring, you didn't need to glance back to know who it was. Billy slowed, looking at your side profile, noting your sour expression. "C'mon, Cookie. The weather isn't looking too promising for you to be acting like this." Cookie. The nickname he had made up when he caught you stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar that was on top of the fridge. You were lucky he was the one who caught you. If it had been Neil, you wouldn't have gotten the cookie and a new nickname out of it.

"Fuck off, William."

That, right there, pissed him off to no end.

He sped past you, kicking rocks and dirt behind as he went, swerving in and out of the lane to taunt you.

You scoffed, "Fuckin' dick."

"Watch the floor!" Stopped in your tracks, it took everything in your being to not spin around and smack the shit out of Neil. Here you stood, soaked head to toe, along with your backpack and everything in it, and he was worried about the floor.

"I'll try to keep the water from falling until I get to my room." Giving him a fake smile, you marched to your room, slamming the door.

Almost as soon as the door shut, it opened again and Billy came in. He had to of just came out of the shower, steam rolling off his skin. Walking over to your desk, he picked up your deodorant.

"What do you want now?" You practically barked.

He held his free hand up, "Relax. I ran out." He harshly applied the stick with his other hand.

Yanking the stick from his hand, you scowled. "Buy your own. Get out."

"I don't have any money." He yanked it back, lathering his other armpit."

"Get. A. Job." You now harshly yanked it.

"I have a job, I just haven't gotten paid yet."

"That sucks for you. Get out, now."

"I don't think I will." Billy pulled out your desk chair, running his fingers through his wet curls.

"I will scream at the top of my lungs if you don't get your ass out now."

"Fine, whatever. Don't forget to clean the water up." Looking down, you watched as more water continued to drip from your soaked clothes to the hardwood flooring.

The deodorant went hurling against the door and clanked against the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Stop slamming the doors!"

The feelings of wanting to claw at your skin was intensifying each time your father opened his mouth.

You were in deep need of a relaxer.

•••••

"Billy would kill me- mmph~" As soon as Steve's lips pulled away, yours were chasing them.

"Shut up."

"M'kay." His hands tightened on your thighs as he felt your hips wiggle and closing against his own. Moaning as your pulled at his hair, he didn't have time to be embarrassed. He wanted you. Needed you. Right now.

You had gotten dried off and practically ran to the Harrington's. At first, it was just to blow off some steam, vent, if you will. But Steve had gotten some weed off of a friend and who were you to say no? A relaxer is a relaxer. Things got a little out of hand and you ended up saying a few things no sober person should ever admit. It didn't take much green for you to end up like you were. You were going to blame the plant either way.

Your other hand slid under his shirt, feeling the skin and hair under it. You groaned against his lips, feeling him unbutton your jeans.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, helping you pull his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere on the floor. His hands went back to your thighs as your lips went down his neck, starting at his jaw and going behind his ear and down. You kissed his body as if you were praising it. Every touch of your soft hands left a fire-hot trail, begging for your lips to follow with a cooling effect.

This is surely heaven, he thought.

Steve made a sound, causing you to quickly pull back just as quickly as you had put your hand in his pants and moved lower down his body. Be slowly shook his head, shifting in the seat. "Mmm, no. I want to touch you." Your unsure expression quickly vanished, replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Yeah? How?"

Steve was so glad he has matured from his King Steve days. Younger him would never take the time to worship a woman's body. But yours, oh God, yours deserved every bit of praise and everyone should worship your perfectly imperfect body. Every stretch mark, every crevice, every indent that society deemed 'ugly'. Hell no. He was set on showing you just how much he adored you and your body.

•••••

Steve chased after you, having trouble keeping up. "I didn't - I didn't mean for this to-"

"Stop following me."

"Cookie, please."

You spun around, a look of fury in your eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Stop following me." You repeated, "I never want to see you ever again."

"This wasn't supposed to happen- not like this."

"Oh please, stop with this bullshit." Steve had to stop himself from wincing at the choice of words. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. "Imagine how humiliating this is for me."

"It was stupid! Carol and Tommy-they made some stupid bet and I was drunk and I just couldn't say no for some stupid fucking reason. Please,"

It was true, they were all plastered when the bet was made. You had just shown up, a fresh face and already the talk of the town. Every boy in their grade had said something about you and your body. At first, Steve ignored the cruel, disgusting words and acted like your arrival didn't affect him. You two hadn't talked much, but he had heard the way you talked to Billy, someone you had literally known since birth, your sweet voice yet snippy remarks.

Carol had made some jab, and Tommy had found it weird when Steve didnt laugh. Sure, they had grown apart, but it wasn't that long ago when Steve would make those same remarks. The liquid courage had Steve argue with Tommy on how you would totally not date Steve or anyone like him. The next morning, the terrible hangover has Steve promising himself to never drink again. The horrid memories haunted him until he got to school. Tommy had a group of preppy kids huddles around Steves locker. Apparently, Tommy had opened his mouth and spilled out all of what Steve had said. Multiple guys clapped and went to high-five. "King Steve is back!" What was he supposed to do? Almost everyone knew about what he had said, well, not you or Billy. God. Billy would kill me, he thought.

He was surprised no one had told you when you walked though the school doors. Everyone kept quiet, until 3 weeks later. To be honest, Steve had forgotten about it. Or tricked himself into thinking so. At the beginning, you guys getting closer was purely for the bet, but you were so quick witted, so smart, so pretty, so easy to talk to.

Carol didn't keep quiet for long. Just as you and Steve got so close, skin to skin, breath to breath, heart to heart, Carol had gushed about how Steve actually won some bet. Confused, you listened as both Carol and Tommy told you all about it and about what Steve had said. It didn't help that so many people were standing around, watching everything go down. Steve was lucky Billy wasn't there at that moment either.

He tried to reach for your hands, sighing in defeat when you yanked them away. "Please. I can't- we have something good."

"Do we? You embarrassed- humiliated me. You let it happen. No matter what we have done, it never meant as much to you as it did to me."

"It did. It does. Everything we did meant everything to me. Y/n, please."

"She warned me about you, ya know. Everyone did."

"What?"

"Nancy. She warned me about you. You only ever want one thing."

He was at a loss of words, flabbergasted. "What?"

"You got it. So you can leave me alone now."

Steve watched as you walked away, mouth hung open. He didn't know whether to go after you, or marinate in what you had said.

What did Nancy say and why?

Turning a corner in the supermarket, you didn't expect to almost run into something, or someone. "Shit-sorry."

The girl waved you off, fixing her hair. She looked up, watching as you picked up the loaf of bread you had dropped.

"Y/n, right? Billy and Max's sister."

You looked at her curiosity. "Yeah, you?"

"Nance. Nancy."

"Nancy Wheeler?" Her cheeks became red. You had heard of her.

"Steve has told me alot about you."

Oh.

Her face fell a little. "What has he said?"

Alarm showed on your face. He hadn't specifically talked about her, just about how they used to be together and how she could vouch for him being a total took a year or two back.

"Oh, just about how you were together."

Well, this is awkward.

"Yeah." Yeah.

"Ya know, he told me to ask you about his King Steve days." Her own face didn't have the same playful smile yours did. It was unsettling.

"Did he now?"

You looked at her confused, what had you just unleashed?

Apparently it was a lot.

•••••

Steve tried everything to get you to talk to him. He called, never getting an answer, or when someone did pick up, it was either your dad, the clueless mom of Max, or Billy. He brought you flowers that stayed on your porch and rotted. He tried talked to you in school. He never got a response out of you. It was as if you didn't see him.

He deserved it.

One night, he thought it would be a good idea to try one more time when the parents left for date. You were surely home, he didn't know about Max and Billy, but he didn't really care.

He knocked on the door, 1, 2, 3 times.

"Y/, come on, please! I'm sorry!" His head dropped against the door. He was desperate at this point. Even if you opened the door and told him you hated his guts, he would be beyond grateful to just hear your voice on last time. He'd understand you.

Hearing someone making their way to the door, he fixed his posture, waiting.

Right after the door opened, a blow was delivered straight to Steve's left cheek. He staggered back, his back hitting a pole keeping the screening up around the porch.

"You gonna make another bet about my sister, Harrington? You just can't leave her alone, can you?"

Billy's hands continued to pushed at Steve, pushing him further off the porch and into the yard. Insult after insult was thrown at Steve, he could only take it, keeping his mouth shut. He deserved it.

"William!"

Was he hearing things? Had Billy hit him one too many times? Your sweet voice rang through his head, bouncing around, wrapped his throbbing brain in a silk bandage, kissing it better as if it was a simple scratch. "Get off of him! Damn it!" The blows at Steve's side stopped. This time, Billy went staggering back after you had pushed him off of the hunched over boy.

You were too nice.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Billy bellowed. He threw his bloody hands up towards Steve. "You're gonna let him get away with humiliating you?"

"You're gonna kill him!" You made a point to look at the blood dripping from his knuckles and then to Steve's bleeding nose and swelling eye.

"He deserves it!"

"That is not your place!" Billy closed his mouth, looking at you in pure disbelief. You had just yelled at him, truly raised your voice, not one ounce of familiarity behind those eyes that burned in hatred. Your eyes softened, biting your lip before going to apologize. "Billy," before you could continue, he stomped towards the house, bumping into Max, who watched the whole thing.

After looking at the door, contiplating what to do next. You would deal with Billy later. Steve had to be gone by the time your father got back.

"What we had-"

" ‘what we had’? We fucked, Steve. That's it." You sounded tired, exhausted.

Steve stood hunched over, at a loss of words. It wasn't just a simple fuck. There was something there. He felt it, surely you did too. Your bodies fit together too perfect for a simple fling. His hands wouldn't remember every curve of your body for a simple fuck that didn't mean anything what so ever. He refused to take that for an answer. Even if it took a while to show you that you did mean more, he'd do just that.

"Alright."

He turned, walking towards his car.

"Steve," you called out, "you're hurt-"

"I got it."

He didn't waste any time getting in his car and leaving.

If you wanted space, he'd give you space. He'd find a way to make it up to you, even if it took a lot of time and a lot of different ideas and apologies. You both needed time to heal, emotionally and physically.

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Smudged - Rodrick Heffley x FTM! Reader

Summary: Rodrick had been chasing after Heather for a year, now, even after ruining her birthday party. Chicks dig bad boys, right? However, one day, he stumbles upon a family member that even he didn't know she had, one that awakens a part of him that he didn't know existed.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: I had to fight Google Docs to finish this. AHHHHHHHHHH

The sun beat down on your arms, with rough concrete scratching your palms. Your ankles were dipped into the pool, a cool feeling enveloping them, and you used this to your advantage. A pink pool doughnut floated past, manipulated by the soft waves coming from other visitors, and you reached a foot out of the water with a splash!

“What the hell!” Heather shrieked, attempting to paddle away from you. “Don’t get your toe-water on me, freak!”

“Like I care,” you snickered, raising your foot to do it again.

“You’re going to start caring when I dump your eyeliner in the toilet!”

A pout tugged on your lips, “Hey, now, that’s going a little far, don’t you think?”

“Like I care,” she sneered, rolling her eyes.

The threat worked well enough, and you lowered your weapon, letting a hiss of air move a wisp out of your eyes. At least she wasn’t going to hide your pins inside the cookie jar… again.

You spread a sheen of water across your biceps, attempting to quell the heat that built up from the minutes spent sitting on the edge. It only provided a sense of relief for a moment before a shadow loomed over your little spot, the temperature dropping with the rays missing. A groan built up in your throat; he was here.

Rodrick Heffley. The infamous man himself; the lead singer and drummer of the one band that ruined a girl’s birthday party for the sake of courting her, a serenade full of copyright instead of romance. That girl happened to be the most popular in the school, the one that every guy was tripping over himself over. The one who, rather unfortunately, happened to be your sister.

Your neck twisted upwards, just to look at him, “What?”

“Didn’t know Heather had a brother,” he said, with a smug smile on his face.

“Huh.” You grinned, “I assumed you saw me at her party.”

The smile dropped, and was replaced with a sheepish look, “Uh, yeah, I was busy.”

“That’s a gentle way to put it.”

He cleared his throat, struggling to not take the bait, “But, hey, what grade are you in? I’ve never seen you around.”

“Same grade, different schools. We’re twins.”

“Oh, damn, really? I couldn’t tell, you two don’t look the same, at all!”

You were used to getting that comment from older generations, who hadn’t been to school in the last half-a-century, but from a late teen? Health and biology should be fresh in everyone’s minds, they all took it two years ago. Though, who were you kidding, this was Rodrick you were talking about. He probably tricked his parents into doing all the homework for him, or worse, bullied his little brother into it.

“Yeah, really. We’re fraternal twins, not identical.” You rolled your eyes.

There was no light bulb shining in his eyes, no signs that he even registered what you said, “Wait, what?”

“Two sperm, two eggs. Boom.”

“Still, it’s kinda sick that you two are complete,” he paused, “opposites.”

“Are you and Greg–”

“Me and that little nerd are not the same.”

“Then it’s the same concept.”

Rodrick kicked his sandals off before flopping on the edge beside you, cursing silently to himself when the rough ground scraped his hand. You gratefully took the chance to slide your own around your neck, cracking it out of its uncomfortable position. When you looked up again, he was watching you, his lips parted ever so slightly. He visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple betraying him.

“Where do’ya get your eyeliner from?”

“The pharmacy, duh. I won’t spend a lot on expensive eyeliner if I’m just going to smudge it in the end. By then, it all looks the same, why?”

“Just looking for some good brands to keep up my amazing makeup skills, that’s all.”

“So you don’t have to keep borrowing your mom’s?”

He squinted his eyes, peering at you, “How the hell do you know that?”

“Being Heather’s brother pays off sometimes; I hear all her calls.”

“She… talks about me?” You could hear the excitement, the hope growing in his voice.

It took only a needle to pop it, “Yeah, shit-talks. She doesn't want you, man.”

“Nah, all chicks dig bad boys! They can’t act cool about it forever.”

“You’re more of a wannabe than a bad boy. Listen, if you’re hoping to get with Heather through me, you’re out of luck.”

He backed up, eyes wide, “Woah, woah, I never said that. It’d be a cool plus, sure, but I just wanted to talk to a cool dude.”

“Sure. Well, if you ever need some more eyeliner brands, I’m your man. Can’t promise that they won’t all be dumped in the toilet by tonight, though.”

“Why would they be–”

“Hey, newsflash,” A high voice called out from across the pool, doughnut in tow, “we promised to be back at home by five!”

“Oh, Heather, I have a show coming up; I could get you and the chicks some free tickets to it.” Rodrick hopped on one foot while struggling to get his sandals back on, that smirk creeping back onto his face.

You shook your head and decided to take your feet out of the pool, padding to your lounge chair. Drying them off on your towel, you roughhoused your socks and shoes on, worn to shreds after inspiration from Joey Ramone. Your father had been lucky enough to score tickets to one of his shows back in the late 80’s, and he recalls it as one of the best nights of his life. Not simply because he got to go to a concert, no, his buddy even had to convince him to go in the first place. It was one of his favorite recollections to tell to his two, and then three, children as they grew up.

Rodrick was promptly ignored by Heather as she walked over to you, and his eyes followed her as she dumped her float and bag into your arms. Only the tips of her hair were wet, and like you, had a dry pair of clothes on already. You had to wrestle with the weight until you had a clear view of the ground in front of your shoes.

After you passed the boy on your way to the exit, you called back, “Good luck with the show, Heffley!”

The walk back to the car was a short, but humid one; even from the distance you could see a slip of folded paper stuck in between your left windshield wiper, pale against the dark interior of the car. You managed to set your sister’s bag on the hood, and with light fingers, you plucked the note out of its hiding place, unfolding it.

“Looks like we had a visitor;” You couldn’t help but chuckle while reading it, “Löded Diper.”

Heather fumed, “Are you kidding me?”

“You don’t need to go, yeah?” You shrugged, ducking into the driver’s seat.

“It’s annoying!”

“I can’t exactly say it’s harmless after the party fiasco, but just know I’ll chase him off if he tries anything like that again.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You smiled, tucking the invitation deep into your pocket.

Dawdling with Heather’s time in the pool had earned you two missing sticks of makeup, and it was not hard to guess where they had gone the next time you took a piss. You forced yourself not to lash out at your sister, as surely that would make it worse, and just gritted your teeth as you flung the ruined containers into the trash. It truly made you wonder just how Rodrick had come to fall head over heels– literally, in some sense– for the girl. Hell, she treated him worse than you, from the things Holly had whispered to you at the dinner table.

The sun was just starting to set in the sky, light blue bleeding into orange as the pharmacy blocked the sun. You kicked a rock into the entrance, and the small clack caused the doors to slide open in front of you. It was a little late for the nightly rush; the very last of the families were finishing up their shopping, their kids squealing at the gum displayed by the cashier. He was a lean, stiff-looking guy, with sunken eyebags and a dim grin on his face.

You whistled a tune under your breath, convincing him to turn to look at you, “You’re not paid enough for this, dude.”

“You think?” His smile dropped, and he rolled his eyes, “Why the hell are you here, anyway?”

“Holly isn’t sick, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“And?”

“But someone was sick enough to sabotage my makeup,” you said, flicking his silver name tag. Daniel.

Daniel slapped your hand away, gesturing to your bare eyes, “That part was obvious. Another guy with raccoon eyes slid in here only a few minutes earlier, looking for the same brand you always get, so I kind of assumed he was here to replenish your stash.”

“What? I’m here alone.”

“Really?” He came in close. “You’re sure you aren’t on a–”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You pushed his face back, your pointer finger squishing his nose.

A couple wandered up to the counter, baby in arms, snot running down its red chin. Their basket was full to the brim, and although Daniel’s winner grin instantly grew, you knew he just wanted to clock out. Snickering, you stuck your hands into your pockets, your wrists scratching against your studded belt as you disappeared into an aisle. The makeup section was located near the back of the pharmacy, filled with flickering lights and shelves full of a few select, cheap brands or clumps of dust. Typically, the only customers that wandered that far back were pre-teens or cigarette mothers; the kind of people who don’t give a shit about what they’re buying as long as it’s cheap.

However, as you sauntered over to the first row of shelves, a head full of brown, lazily styled hair greeted you instead. Not the odor of burnt tobacco, though it still stuck to the white walls in yellowish-gray globs, but the scent of the cheap cologne that followed you around the pool. Rodrick was hanging over quite a specific section, chewing his bottom lip. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as you looked on behind him in amusement.

Leaning against the wall, you chuckled, “Took my advice, huh, Heffley?”

Rodrick jumped, and hissed under his breath. His posture shot up, his head turning to look at you; a pathetic attempt at saving face, really. No words were said for a long minute, only interrupted by the gargling screeches of a baby. What had Daniel done?

“I thought drug stores selling makeup was a lie, so I had to fact check!” He said,

holding up his hands.

“You think I’d lie to you?”

“Hey, my mom taught me stranger danger.”

“Since when do you listen to your mom?” You reached past him, snatching up a container, “You obviously have no idea what to look for.”

Rodrick shuffled out of your way, and huffed at your comment. “I totally do!”

“Okay, then, pencil, felt, or liquid? Which do you prefer?”

“I think felt’s the best.”

At that confident response, you stepped closer, getting in his face. He didn’t have too much makeup on, actually; just messily applied eyeliner and a too-light eyebrow pencil. A light pink dusted his cheeks, now that you were able to get a good look at them– his eyes widened, preventing you from doing the same for his eyes. You bit your cheek, your own eyebrows furrowing.

“Relax, dude, I’m trying to look,” you snapped, and used his chin to force him to face upwards.

Even as his shoulders relaxed and his eyelids drooped, he mumbled, “You’re taller than I remember.”

You released his face. Without someone to lean on, Rodrick stumbled, his breathing heavy, despite him never doing anything but laze around. Stepping back, you gave him a knowing grin, pleased at your find. He didn’t seem to process it, lifting a hand to feel up his own jaw. It clicked shut with a snap.

“Liar, you’re wearing pencil eyeliner,” you snickered.

“How the hell could you tell?”

You reached for another container, “Unless you have shit coordination, it’s less precise than liquid is. Creamier, too.”

“That’s sick, man.”

Tapping the pencil into his hand, you kicked his foot, urging him to take it, “I recommend this brand if you’re a fan of that. It’s cheap, so you can stop using up all of your mom’s.”

“Ow!”

He pulled his foot up with one, gripping the eyeliner with the other. Hopping back, he seemed like a really pissed, wounded puppy as he glared at your boots, “Why’d you kick me with those monsters?”

“Monsters? These are Doc Martens, ‘1460’. How do you expect to impress Heather if you can’t even handle a tap to the heel?”

“Excuse me, I let it get run over by a car for her! Barely reacted.”

“So I heard.” You shook your head.

A voice shouted from the intercom, “Are you two done back there? The store’s closing in five, you’re the only ones left, and I’ll lock you in here if you make me work a minute overtime!”

The two of you rushed to the front, pushing and shoving each other into the aisles in order to get to the counter first. Rodrick, out of shape, lost after he landed back-first into packages of gauze. Daniel, the man himself, was even more unimpressed at the scene than he sounded over the intercom, and looked in back and forth between you. He cracked his knuckles, getting to work on scanning the two tiny pencils; he did not even bother to put them in a plastic bag. He scratched his chin, squinting at the screen.

“That’ll be $2.48.”

You pulled out a five dollar bill out of your wallet, “I’ll pay.”

“Shit, I’m okay with that.” Rodrick shrugged.

Daniel stared him down as he snatched the bill out of your hand, “Aren’t you Rodrick Heffley? Greg’s older brother?”

“Duh, the one and only!” Rodrick said, and Daniel turned to you.

“Since when were you buddy-buddy with him? Heather hates his guts.”

“We aren’t buddy-buddy,” you scoffed, and an affronted noise came from beside you. “I only officially met him yesterday, when he was harassing her again. Pretty sure he only talked to me to find out more about Heather.”

The register finished its business with a ding. The cashier handed you your change, taking the opportunity to slide his uniform vest off of his body. You pocketed it along with your stick of eyeliner, almost throwing Rodrick’s at him. Meanwhile, Daniel had disappeared behind a door locked to customers, a clear message to get out of the store while he still allowed it. Your shoes hit the tiled floor with heavy thumps; Rodrick’s steps were silent compared to yours. Your own footsteps quieted as soon as you exited the store, muted by the asphalt ground of the parking lot.

Rodrick had pulled in with his van, clearly not the smartest move if he had wanted to be inconspicuous. It had a cheap, white paint job that was stained with words spray painted in black, uncentered and tilted. Your car, on the other hand, was a tiny thing that belonged to your mother, who would absolutely murder you if you even got a dent in it from a passing stick. The sun had long dipped under the horizon, causing the deep red color to read as crimson. However, before you could get in, one hand on the door, Rodrick called out to you.

“Thanks for… stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “That’s the first time I think anybody has ever witnessed you say thanks.”

You slammed your car door shut with you inside, watching Rodrick scramble for safety inside his van. The car’s windshield was dark with the fresh evening sky, and you could finally relax in privacy. Turning the key to start the engine, you then flicked on the radio, one arm occupied by resting near the window. An unfamiliar tune, a new release, started playing, as you backed out of your spot; speeding off. If someone asked you about it later, you would have sworn that you saw the boy staring at your fleeting vehicle.

Truth be told, your family lived in a rich neighborhood that was too well put together for something so close to a highway. Your house wasn’t the biggest in the residency, but it was decent enough to see the golden lights shining through the treetops. Living near a long line of stores was an advantage, you supposed, if a zombie apocalypse happened; but that wouldn’t. At least while you were still alive or young enough to fight some off. Otherwise, it was noisy, and you had to drown out the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and fights breaking out to focus on anything after school.

Your driveway was smooth; any rocks had been smoothed out by the machines rolling over them daily. A few flower bushes lined it– your mother had been insistent about it– and their thorns occasionally caught on your pants when you walked past. Everyone seemed to still be awake as you slipped through the door, keys jingling, since Holly jumped down the stairs to greet you.

She whispered, “Where’d you go?”

“The pharmacy, why are we whispering?” You grinned, matching her energy.

“I didn’t know if mom and dad knew,” she responded, louder, “You got grounded for a month last time you snuck out.”

“Okay, okay, shh, back to whispering.”

You climbed up the stairs, not bothering to let Heather know you had returned. Her voice carried throughout the walls, as she was complaining on call about projects, about boys, about Rodrick. Every time she talked with her friends, she complained about the ‘tough guy’ who deluded himself into thinking she was secretly into him, every time he acted up. All the girls seemed to have formed a hate club for the drummer, and if Holly had anything to say about it, it was that some of the teachers joined it as well.

As soon as you shut your bedroom door, you bent down to untie your Doc’s purple ties, tugging the boots off and throwing them in your closet. You slipped your pants off, then your boxers, leaving only your secondary underwear to hold your pad inside. Before you could throw both garments in your hamper, you paused, feeling a crinkle underneath your hand. You reached down into the pocket, pulling out a wrinkled, ripped piece of paper. Thoughtfully, you smoothed it out, pinning it on your cork board as you tossed your clothes into the pile.

Two free tickets to their upcoming show, meant for Heather. It would take a lot in order to drag Daniel to the event with you, as a plus one, but you were sure you were capable. As you settled into bed, you thought back to all the things your twin had said about the band, and the party. That celebration had been the only time you had heard their music, and it wasn’t even their song, more so a cover.

You gently placed the pencil on your bedside, only able to see the outline of it in the moonlight. If he was only being nice to you for Heather’s approval, why had he taken your advice? That mystery should bother you, should keep you up, like it did last night. But truly?

You could not find it in yourself to care.

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I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

#yes some of these will be in the fic others I just added for fun #they mean so much to me #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve and robin #the irish twins #platonic stobin headcannons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #zee writes #fic: now watch me bloom #(nail)batman and Robin

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