#“Find a nice little starter home” - everyone's parents

[nando161mando]

"Find a nice little starter home" - everyone's parents

[mintyisms]

The Powerpuff Girls Movie Starters

"They are utterly helpless and in desperate need of a true hero!"

"Well, aren't you all cute and bubbly?"

"Birthday! It's your birthday! I should get gifts!"

"All I've got to do is be a good parent!"

"Note to self: good parents don’t leave their kids home alone."

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice, who would have guessed that's what little girls were actually made of?"

"I'll go wash up, then we'll bring in the furniture."

"They’re really special. I mean really special and I just want to make sure they’ll be okay so what do you think? Do you think they’ll be okay?"

"This is what happens when you put twenty little kids in one room."

"What’s the point of this game anyway?"

"Oh, no! I’ve been infected!"

"You know, I've got a nice car."

"What are you doing? We’re in a serious pickle!"

"Got you, you little bunny."

"The game is over and it’s your bedtime."

"I'm glad you had so much fun because tomorrow will be a busy day too."

"Unfortunately, people often get scared or angry when they don’t understand something special or unique."

"People here are nice. Things will be fine!"

"He’s in cahoots with the evil pickle cart killers!"

"We really would like for you to come downtown with us so we can ask you a few questions."

"He hates us. He totally hates us!"

"He probably just got held up, or maybe the car broke, or maybe he just forgot, or... maybe he hates us."

"Should the manufacturing of super powered children be illegal?"

"I was reaching down between my legs to ease the seat back when this atomic bug buzzed in, with no fair warning!"

"Used to be a time when you could buy an honest pickle."

"They are little freaks, aren’t they?"

"They don't know I'm in jail."

"Well, it’s official. I have no idea where we are."

"Maybe there’s a box we can get in around back!"

"Go away. Please. Do not look at me."

"You’re no monster, mister. You’re just really dirty."

"How could you know what it’s like for people to fear and despise you for the very things that make you special?"

"This brain is full of brilliant ideas, but will anyone listen? No."

"Your powers are great! You just gotta believe in yourself!"

"You did very good. Very good indeed."

"Well, there is one last, teeny tiny, itsy bitsy thing we still need."

"I thought the zoo kept all the animals in cages."

"They are unaware that your actions will have helped change their world forever!"

"You think they'll still be made at us for playing tag?"

"Jail? Lawsuits? Angry mobs? What’s next?"

"This isn’t making the town a better place!"

"Do not continue with the ramblings, for my ramblings are the ramblings to be obeyed!"

"That big fat dumb jerk! He duped us! He planned it all along and we fell for it!"

"What does it look like I’m doing? I’m building a house ‘cause now we have to live here!"

"I don’t wanna sleep on a rock!"

"We weren't going to get people to stop hating us by breaking rules!"

"Ugh, never mind! I’m not fighting with you and I’m not talking to you, EVER!"

"There's too many monkeys!"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU DARN DIRTY APE!"

"I didn’t mean it! It was an accident! And he wouldn’t let go! And then the dog! That stupid dog! And then the monkeys!"

"Come on, let’s put an end to this gorilla warfare!"

"We’ve got one last monkey to get off our backs!"

"It’s good you little freaks know when you’re beaten."

"I have to seize control of an area and force its inhabitants to follow my way of thinking."

"Now let’s get out of this town and find a new, safe place to live!"

"We already tried running away."

"Oh, my! You’re actual trying to stop me? That’s so cute!"

"Who are you calling cute?"

"You dare challenge ME? Attempt to defeat ME? Try to destroy ME?"

"None of them will ever understand you as I can."

"Maybe everyone would like us more if we were just normal little girls."

"I was wondering if maybe sometime we could like call you to save the day or whatever."

[mythundermeme]

RWBY starters (volume 1, chapters 1-8)

"Even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change."

"Are you… robbing me?"

"You were worth every cent. Truly you were."

"You okay if I go after him?"

"If it were up to me, you'd be sent home. With a pat on the back… and a slap on the wrist."

"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?"

"My parents always taught us to help others."

"I don't want to be the bee's knees, okay? I don't want to be any kind of knees."

"Easy there, little sister. They're just weapons."

"Why would I need friends when I have you?"

"Ugh, you complete dolt!"

"Hey, I said I was sorry, princess!"

"Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"Where am I supposed to find another nice, quirky girl to talk to?"

"I tripped over some crabby girl's luggage, and then she yelled at me."

"I don't think dad would approve of all the boys, though."

"There's no such thing as negative friends. You just made one friend and one enemy!"

"Aren't you that girl that exploded?"

"Hoping you'll live happily ever after?"

"I was always on your side!"

"Can you imitate a sloth?"

"I don't need people to help me grow up. i drink milk!"

"All right, that's a bit too close;"

"Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path or you will die."

"What if I can't find her? What if someone finds her first?"

"You may be fast, but you still excel at wasting time!"

"You attacked out of turn, I could have killed you!"

"Well, I'm sorry that you need my help to win a fight."

"I can't possibly imagine those two getting along."

"Why can't you just admit that you have no idea where we're going?"

"You're a big stupid jerk and I hate you!"

"I'm not perfect. Not yet. But I'm still leagues better than you."

"I am so far beyond worrying."

"Did your sister just fall from the sky?"

"Could everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again?"

"I'm not trying to show off. I want you to know I can do this."

"Run and live - that is an idea I can get behind."

[chickensarentcheap]

Only if you want to, for both (or just Esme if you prefer)

Do they act differently with different people?

What talents do they have?

What virtues do they exhibit regularly?

Does your character have a habit, annoying or otherwise?

What did they learn from each parent, good or bad

Drinking habits, drug use, now and before?

What memories or responses do smells evoke?

How are they with money?

What is their house/home environment like?

What do they wear when they want to be comfortable?

How does your character feel about silence?

What does your character do when they are angry?

Esme:

Esme is just so vibrant and bubbly. A total social butterfly. She's very warm and welcoming to and with everyone. People are drawn to her personality and she's one hundred percent genuine if she likes you. With Tyler of course she's different; there's always a flirtatious undertone to their conversations and interactions. If she's on a job, she hangs onto that very extroverted and cheerful demeanour but she's also a completely different Esme as well. The one that lies and manipulates and cons to get the work done.

Baking is definitely one of her talents. Along with sewing, crocheting, knitting. She makes clothing and sleep bags for babies and doll clothes for Addie. And she's got an eye for interior decorating :)

I would say her three main virtues are compassion, loyalty, assertiveness

I would say how she rambles when she's telling a story. Especially if she's really invested in it and excited. She leaves her tea mugs everywhere around in the house, in the outbuildings, the office. Tyler is always finding them. And there's always tea left over. She can be a little neurotic at times. And she's a total blanket hog lol

She definitely learned how to be a better mother because her own was so terrible at it. I think from her dad she got his optimism and outgoing personaity.

She was a moderate to heavy drinker after her first marriage fell apart, but after moving to NYC and finding work and stability, she was able to quit and never touched alcohol again for quite a while. She'll have an occasional drink. Like a glass or two of wine if out to dinner or at an event. They don't keep booze in the house and only ever purchase it if they're having a party or certain friends are coming over. She does indulge in weed every now and then. To help with anxiety.

The smell of gasoline sometimes will take her back to the bridge in Dhaka. Which brings on a near flight or flight response. It's still a very difficult thing for her to accept and deal with at times.

These two are never going to run out of money, if she spends tons every day lol. That being said, she's very good with what she does spend. She isn't a real glitz and glamour, designer clothes/shoes kind of person. She loves shopping at Target lol

In the main series, they had purchased an old beach bungalow and over the years have completely gutted, renovated, and expanded it. It has seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, an enormous pantry off the kitchen, a finished basement. There's a handful of outbuildings: where weapons and other 'work' things are securely stored, an office, a gym. There's a a few expansive gardens, an area for the goats, chickens, and the two pigs, a pool, guest house, and a lot of things for the kids. A skateboarding area, rock climbing wall, and swings and play equipment, a trampoline. In Lost and Found, they live in a very modest and quaint three bedroom place. A nice little starter home.

She definitely wears yoga pants or sweats and an enormous t-shirt.

She doesn't like silence. It's foreign to her. She's so used to a lot of noise lol

Esme gives the silent treatment. She'll slam cupboards, doors, throw things in the sink lol. Just to send a message. He knows when to stay away.

Tyler:

Tyler is a completely different person outside of the home with people that aren't part of his immediate tribe. He's very much the strong, silent type. He doesn't do much other than nod and give a bit of a smile. He's just not a social person. That's Esme's thing. He always jokes that when they got places together, she does all the talking and he just has to stand there and look cute lol. To outsiders, he's very intimidating. A lot of people are scared of him. At home with her and the kids, he's a softer and gentler person. He has exceptional patience, he's very patient and understanding. With Esme, even the kids talk about how he sounds and looks different when he's with her and interacting with her. They talk about his eyes and his face change. There's always this love and adoration and devotion towards her. Does that make sense? lol

Tyler is an excellent artist. Drawing is his forte. He's also a great cook and can play the guitar.

His three main virtues would be patience, pererverance, loyalty

His most annoying habit is tracking sand through the house lol. He snores. Horribly.

I think from his mom, he learned patience, courage, tenacity. All he really learned from his father was not to ever be like him when it came to how to treat his wife and his children.

Tyler is and always will be an alcoholic and drug addict. Even though not active with either of those vices.

I would say that there's one smell that brings emotions and memories out, and that's Esme's shampoo. She's been using the same shampoo since they first met. It's the smell of love. And home. Coconut, milk, and honey.

Tyler is very good with money and very good at making money. but man, can he spoil the hell out of his wife and kids lol

Their home is his paradise. His sanctuary. His safe place :)

Board shorts. Or really baggy sweats lol

He's so used to noise that silence would be unnerving to him.

Oh, Tyler is a wild one when he's angry. He unfortunately lashed out. Verbally. although he's learning to deal with that and not do it. Because Esme is usually on the receiving end :(. He's become very good at just knowing when he needs to walk away and do something else. Go for a run, a surf, workout in the gym.

[dumbthink]

just some stuff abt bg3 nadine (because I will be posting a starter call later):

I imagine them as the player character, but they could totally be a companion. I just feel like if they were, you do not come across them on the crash site, they come running up to you. Anyways

Nadine grew up in a really small village. Their parents ran a small bakery and the idea was that they would pass it down to nadine later in life. Nadine did not want this at all, but they were kind of seen as the village idiot, so what else were they gonna do!

Well, they decide to leave. Around age 12-13, after yet another fight with their parents, they pack up a bag and leave home. They have no plans, no map even, and really no idea how to fend for themselves.

Eventually, not long after initially running away, nadine comes across a seemingly nice old lady. Nadine decides to trust her, but turns out the lady is a hag and wants to use nadine for a spell/potion/etc of some sort. Somehow, nadine fights back and manages to push the hag off a cliff or something (the only way they would win this fight lbr) not killing her, but managing to get away

In the process, Nadine is hit by an out of control spell, detect thoughts. They don’t even realize until they make it to a nearby village. At first, everything is entirely overwhelming, as they can hear what everyone is thinking all at once. But they push through, manage to get it under control without even really being sure how.

They have a little innate magic in them, apparently. And they’re able to get it so that they only hear thoughts when they’re touching someone. Better, but still something to adjust to.

From there, Nadine continues to travel and move around, unsure of what to do with themselves. They pick up just about every skill that they can learn. Master of none but they know it all. Primarily, they make money through preforming with whatever instrument they can get their hands on, or maybe a little lying and cheating and stealing. They also work an odd job here and there.

They make it to Baldur’s Gate and the idea is to actually settle down, find a place to stay or make a life or something. They dream of being important to someone. And then they’re sucked up into the nautiloid and given a brain worm. Which isn’t what they meant, but technically what they asked for.

Nadine is good with swords, daggers, and most one handed weapons/tools. They are also a great distraction, and know a few simple spells.

[stereotypcd]

@moralpuppet | | random starter

The sign read ' WELCOME TO MORALTON. ' The blonde gazed at it with a BORED EXPRESSION. At least they made it to a town before the comvee totally caught FIRE, smoke POURED OUT of the hood- Nigel had his head POKING OUT of the window to HELP his wife NAVIGATE. ❝ Debbie why don't you go find someone to help, ❞ She groaned, pulling her HEADPHONES off her head. Ugh, why couldn't they ever ask Eliza to do anything ? ! . . . She knew why. She was THE OLDEST / THE RESPONSIBLE ONE. ❝ And take Donnie, he's getting antsy. ❞ At this point Debbie didn't bother ARGUING with her parents, it was POINTLESS. Stepping past Eliza && Darwin, walking out onto the sidewalk. THE WILD BOY raced towards her, climbing up her body like a tree, tiny hands grip thick locks of GOLDEN HAIR.

The town seemed SMALL, like it was CLOSED OFF FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD. It made Debbie think of the 1950'S / THE TWILIGHT ZONE. All the houses COOKIE CUTTER && UGLY, NEATLY TRIMMED LAWNS, it made her a bit UNCOMFORTABLE && she isn't sure why. ( That's a L I E && she knows it ) Everything was far to PERFECT, MIND NUMBINGLY BORING- It was like something out of a HOME && GARDEN MAGAZINE her grandma reads.

Sure, she wanted a HOME, a REAL ONE- but not like these, each door she KNOCKED ON ended in it SLAMMED in her face. SHOCKED GASPS && WHISPERS TO LOOK AWAY, mother's covering their CHILDRENS EYE'S && Everyone here was very STRANGE && that was coming from Debbie, who LIVED IN a FAMILY OF WEIRDO'S. A old lady wearing a BLACK DRESS down to her ankles glared at her && called her a HARLOT. Debbie covered her little brothers ears, glaring daggers at the lady, forcing herself to BITE HER TONGUE. She didn't have time for this.

A heavy sigh leaves glossed lips, Donnie rested his head against her hair, he seemed to be just as MISERABLE as she was. ❝ We got, like, one more house. ❞ She muttered, reaching up && PATTING Donnie's knee. This was THE LAST HOUSE on the block. Please be NICE. Please. Hesitantly sun-skinned knuckles knock on the door && before the person can even get a word in Debbie opens her mouth.

❝ Don't slam the door. I jus' wanna, like, use your phone. I- I'll stay outside if ya' want, ❞ Words coming out in a HUGE RUSH OF AIR, Debbie was SICK && TIRED of having doors slammed in her face && people acting like they had never seen a TEENAGER before. ❝ My family's, like, comvee broke down and my 'rents need a part ta' fix it. Please. ❞ The blonde wants to get out of this CREEPY TOWN as soon as possible.

[askthomasgray]

This is gonna be a little out of character, considering this is an old rp account and this post isn't really going to be that

For starters, hey! hi! I am alive and well, I want to apologize in advance for just kinda disappearing out of nowhere four years ago with no context at all. I want to explain that now, since I left with no reasoning or anything. I didn't want to delete my account at all, but I was going through some things at home and during that time I was 15 turning 16 in a few months. I had never been open about my age both for my own safety and that I wasn't comfortable sharing it either, especially because I was so young. Social media after 13 is generally considered to be ok, but I had never been super confident with sharing anything online, especially on an account that wasn't supposed to exist. My family and parents didn't like me having any social media, so my old account (planninganotherheist) was something I made in secret, but it meant a lot to me. During a time when we were all isolated, I was especially alone. The friends I made online on my old account meant a lot to me and were incredibly important to me. Unfortunately, I had to eventually talk with my mom and open up to her, and made the mistake of telling her about my blog. I don't know what all she did or saw, but she deleted it without me knowing, and sadly it's long gone. I didn't really know about the deactivation till around 2021 when I was able to be online again, my situation back then had been very complicated but put simply I had no access to anything online for a long time. Obviously, I am okay now, I'm in a better situation. Coincidentally, I somehow figured out how to log into this old account, and seeing everything 4 years later is an insane change, but I'm glad remnants still exist.

I'm doing a lot better now, 4 years have gone by and so much has changed. I still miss my old friends, during those four years I've thought about everyone often. Although it was a short few months knowing everyone, it was nice to know that I had friends like that who were there for me, and it helped me get through a lot of things later on. I'm doing a lot better now, I'm currently finishing my first year of college, in the process of moving out, and my life has gotten so much better recently.

I wanted to post, just to let everyone know that I am okay and alive. I saw a few messages that were sent and I felt bad no one ever really head back from me or knew what happened. This is my explanation, also just apologizing for disappearing one day, and letting you all know I am ok and still around :)

I have started a new blog, it'll take me some time to figure out what I want it to be and everything. I will be alive and active on tumblr again, you'll be able to find me now at @wwwdotcrow

I may not be planning another heist anymore, but I'm still alive and here again :)

[boris-themenace]

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"Aw, of course –the junkyard!" they said, slapping their forehead with their hand. How did they not think of that?

Boris scrunched their nose when Rafe called them the nickname. They couldn't let him know how much they liked it. But then Rafe's expression changed, and they pursed their lips, nervous about making him worry about them, about Joe. "I mean, you're right, he's probably alright." They weren't worried... Just a little bit, the usual, since they were just the sort to worry.

“You know, all in all it's kind of funny," Boris realized with a scoff of a laugh, shifting their weight from one leg to the other. "This year it's like dad found out he could also just stay out when he got mad. Like, mom's not leaving around that often, especially now on winter, but still, she does –did –does just... Well, he's the one now that's doing the leaving." They shouldn't have said that, most likely. Boris looked up at Rafe, trying to read his reaction. How much did he know, from what Joe told him? Did he know how bad the situation had gotten? Did he know how bad it could still get? “... Anyways –yeah, at least with mom we know where to find her.” This might be too much information, they thought, but they truly trusted Rafe by now. For starters, they had known him for years; and, on the other hand, if they ever needed someone to talk to regarding family, it always felt easier to do so with him, rather than with their own friends of closer ages. There was a certain wisdom to Rafe that, in all honesty, they weren't sure their own parents always had.

"Sure, sandwiches sound good," they said with a smile. "It's unfair though, he's probably at the junkyard... I mean, at this point you must know where he might be going when he's not home better than us." 'If you win' –if Joe wasn't at either place? If he was even harder to find? The rules of the game weren't clear. Still, they liked the opportunity to either win free dinner or to be able to do something nice for Rafe, so they weren't about to complain. "Hey, by the way, –what are you doing for Christmas?" Christmas at home –all holidays, really –were pretty quiet affairs for the Ávila-Steins: as always, a handful of the traditions would be followed, at least as much as they could, considering they had little in the way of community in town. It was something that used to make them a bit ashamed, what with everyone else making these big holiday events; but by now they were used to it, and didn't care half as much.

"Eh?" Rafe straightened, the wrench still in his hand, and wiped his brow with the back of his arm. "Yeah, but she's being difficult, and I want to get her fixed before Christmas, as a surprise," he admitted to Boris, trusting that Joe's kid wouldn't leak it to their old man that Rafe had been working on the car in his spare time.

It was cold enough to keep the garage doors closed, but Rafe was still sweating. Years of working as a mechanic had taken a toll on his body. "But hey, Sapo, long time no see, I was starting to think that you didn't want to visit -" he greeted with a smile but the smile quickly faded when he heard why Boris had stopped in, and it wasn't for a friendly visit. Joe had a habit of disappearing from time to time - ending up on places he shouldn't be. Rafe would get him out if he found him first, or Boris would, but it didn't make it easier to share the burden. Rafe had told his old friend that it was ridiculous to have Joe's kid come find him. Joe was the adult. It was his job to be searching for Boris.

“He hasn't been around?” Rafe asked, tossing the wrench into his toolbox, using the excuse to turn to look towards the small office where Joe would sit and order supplies. Right next to the door was the work bench where he still had Joe keep his tools; Rafe had never told the man to stop working after his accident. Instead, Rafe had tried to find work that Joe could do, work that was still important for the shop as to not humiliate his friend with the thought that Rafe was acting out of charity. “Haven’t seen him today, but he’s probably taking his time down by the junkyard or the parts shop. You know how he gets—starts talking about engines and forgets time exists.”

“Tell you what,” Rafe added, reaching for a rag to wipe his hands. "Let's grab a couple of sandwiches and go looking for him. If I'm right and he's at the junkyard or the parts store, you owe me dinner." The hint of tension in Rafe’s jaw betrayed his concern, and his frustration. He meant it - Boris shouldn't have to go looking for their old man, but it wasn't his place to step in. He'd already crossed the line enough into family matters that didn't involve him, but the least he could do was offer to help Boris look for him. "If you win -- eh, take your pick. Within reason because it's nearly Christmas."

[ssprayberrythings]

Christmas Through The Years - Part Two

Home Sweet Home

' Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader '

I know Christmas has passed but it's still the holidays so enjoy!

Approx. 1.7k words

Warnings: none just fluff and Christmas festivities!

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Jake and I were coming up on 3 years. These last three years were filled with so much love and laughter, and some arguments, however, the highlight was definitely when we chose to move in together earlier this year. Jake already kept half of his stuff at mine, the only downfall was that my place was a bit of a drive to base which was why we decided to sell our apartments and move together into a house on base.

We ended up falling in love with a cute 2 bedroom house with 2 baths, one of the bathrooms being an ensuite to the master bedroom which both myself and Jake loved. The backyard was a decent size, definitely big enough to host BBQ parties. At the end of the day, it was a great starter home and, we were just excited to start this new chapter of our lives.

Christmas was fast approaching and although this wasn’t our first Christmas together, it was our first in the new home so, of course, we bought everything new to make our home ready for the holidays. We started with getting a tree which brought forth the argument of whether we should go with a real one or an artificial tree. Jake was used to getting a real tree meanwhile I was used to getting an artificial tree.

After going back and forth with each other about the tree we decided that we would get a real tree up until we had children then we’d get an artificial tree to make holidays easier with little ones. Jake had made a comment on how his parents dealt with him and his sisters and still managed a real tree, which earned him a look that said ‘if looks could kill’ and he didn’t say anything further on the topic. Once we had our tree chosen and set up in the house, the rest of the preparation for the holidays was a breeze.

For our tree, we had our mothers send us some of the personal ornaments that we had back in our childhood homes. Included in my ornaments was the one I made out of macaroni in the 2nd grade. I'm guessing my mom had put the picture in the middle of it. The photo was of me holding my childhood cat in front of a Christmas tree, no doubt on Christmas morning.

Jake's mom also sent some of his homemade ornaments. We also had ornaments from my niece and nephew and a few from Jake’s nieces. Alongside our personalized ornaments, we bought plain red and silver bulbs. The only thing our tree was missing was a star as there was a specific one I wanted but couldn’t find anywhere therefore we agreed to keep the tip of the tree bare until we had the right star.

The next couple of days we also worked on decorating other parts of the house, Jake hung the lights outside with the help of Javy, and I made sure the path leading up to the front door from the driveway was done along with the display by the door, careful not to go overboard. I also made a stop at Target one day and got a couple of cute Christmas-themed throw pillows and a matching blanket then just some simple decor we put throughout the house.

By the third week of December, our house was 100% Christmas ready and it was nice sitting back at night surrounded by the Christmas spirit.

Jake and I had decided to host Christmas dinner for the dagger squad as everyone was staying local this Christmas. When we were both free next we took a trip to the grocery store to make sure we had everything we needed and before we knew it, it was already Christmas Eve.

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Currently, Jake and I were cozied up on our couch, wearing our matching Christmas pajamas, and two cups of hot cocoa sat on the coffee table in front of us. We had decided to exchange gifts tonight instead of tomorrow morning to ensure we had everything made on time for when everyone showed up. Jake had just opened a new game he wanted, and he stated we would be playing tomorrow after dinner.

“Okay babe your turn,” he said as he passed me a box that had a beautiful red bow across it. I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper, seeing the coat I had spotted in a store window one of the days we were at the mall. I had made a comment on how pretty it looked as it was one of those buttoned coats and was a shade of red, my favorite color.

“Oh, Jake! I love it! ” I told him as I unfolded it and stood up putting it on “It’s so warm and it fits perfectly” I did a bit of a half twirl showing it off with the biggest smile on my face “Thank you!” I leaned over giving him a quick kiss on the lips before taking it off and resting it on the arm of the couch “I’m glad you like it, I like making my girl happy” he told me causing me to blush. He knew whenever he referred to me as “his girl” it gave me butterflies.

When we were done opening our gifts, I went to stand up when Jake stopped me and handed me another box “Jake what is this? You already got me too much” I told him as I held the box trying to figure out what else he possibly could’ve gotten me "There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to my girl” he replied as I shook my head, a small blush making it's way back to my face.

I carefully took the wrapping paper off and was met with a plain white box, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Jake skeptically “I promise you’ll love it, just keep going,” he told me chuckling, I trusted him and carefully opened the white box. Once the box was opened, I reached in to take out the stuffing and the gift itself.

My eyes felt immediate tears once I unraveled the padding protecting it, seeing the exact star I wanted for our tree. It looked perfectly identical to the one I had when I was a kid that unfortunately broke when I was 13. Putting the star on was always my favorite part, but after it broke, it never felt the same putting a replacement on top.

“Where did you find it?” I asked Jake taking my eyes off the star and looking at him as he smiled at me “I called your mom asking if she remembered where your father got the original star and when she told me the name of the store, I tracked the owner down and asked if they had anything resembling the star you had as a kid, unfortunately, they didn’t so I had to resort to looking at antique stores and enlisted the help from some others” he told me as I stared down at the star again.

“It looks exactly like the one that broke when I was a teenager,” I told him tracing my fingers along the points “That’s because it is” he stated as I looked back up my eyes wide “I showed my Ma a picture of it seeing if any of the stores back home had anything similar and that's when she remembered that my grandma had the same one just sitting in her box of Christmas decorations," he told me.

I just stared at him listening to every word "My grandma hasn't put a tree up since my grandpa died so my Ma had to go get it out of storage but once she had it, she dusted it off and mailed it here" he finished smiling.

“Jake I don’t even know what to say” I was completely speechless “You don’t have to say anything but I think we should put it on the tree before it’s officially Christmas,” he said as he glanced at his watch, seeing it was five minutes until midnight.

I got off the couch careful of the star in my hand. As I was going toward the tree I turned around and looked at Jake, “I want you to put it on,” I told Jake smiling “But I got it for you babe” He responded confused by my request.

“I know and it means the world to me but you mean just as much to me which is why I want you to do it" I replied smiling, he returned the smile and got off the couch meeting me at the tree gently taking the star from my hands “I love you, you know that?” He said, I just smiled and nodded.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and reaching up being careful as he situated the star on top of the tree. Once he knew it was secure, he took a step back admiring it. I took this as an opportunity to wrap my arms around Jake's waist and admire the star with him.

“I love you too,” I told him referring to what he said a few minutes prior. He kissed my head wrapping his arm around me and bringing me more into his side. “Merry Christmas babe,” he told me as he caught a glance at the clock “Merry Christmas” I replied looking up at him and seeing him already looking at me, he leaned down and connected our lips.

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The next day as we welcomed our friends into our home, almost everyone commented on how gorgeous our tree looked, especially the star that sat on the top. We had a beautiful dinner with everyone, then once everything was cleaned up, we all sat around the living room laughing and enjoying each other's company.

When the night was over and another Christmas had passed, Jake caught me on our way to bed admiring the star. He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind

“You know someday I hope when we have children, we can share these moments with them and someday pass down the same star,” I told Jake, he smiled thinking about the future, and even though I couldn't see the smile with my eyes focused on the tree and my back to him, I knew what he was thinking at that moment. He couldn't wait either.

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Oh my goodness, I hope this part is just as good as the first part! I think I'm getting better at this whole writing and editing thing so I really hope you enjoy this part!

I have part 3 written I just need to do some heavy editing but my goal is to have that on here by New Years' Eve/New Years' Day and then in that time I can work on part 4!

Regardless enjoy & let me know your thoughts !! <3 <3 >3

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[ficsforeren]

omg okay, how do you think eren would react to reader fixing his tie before a formal night out?!?!

I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO REPLY BUT I WANTED TO WRITE YOU A SCENE SO HERE YOU GO, BABE!

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There's a gala happening tonight in one of the most prestigious five-stars hotels in town. As much as Eren wants to take you there as his date, you decline his offer with a smile, not wanting to attract more unnecessary attention coming your way. That and also, you don't know how to make yourself look pretty enough to stand right next to him without looking pale in comparison.

Because honestly? Eren is smoking hot.

He has always looked so handsome even when he's just sporting a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. But when he's wearing a three-piece black suit from Salvatore Ferragamo with his hair up in a bun to showcase his long neck, sharp jawlines, and broad shoulders? Jesus Christ.

It's a simple look, nothing too extravagant in particular. You're no fashion expert but you can boldly state that he looks like a fucking full-course meal with that look and you're sure everyone would agree in a heartbeat.

"Maybe I should just skip the event," Eren utters with a sigh, turning away from your standing mirror to stand before you with the biggest pout plastered on his face. "I just wanna stay home with you and watch that Mr. Darcy movie again."

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at him. "I thought you didn't like Pride and Prejudice."

"I didn't, but I like you." He smirks devilishly. "And since you like the movie, I'm gonna earn points if I pretend to like the movie."

"Not sure if you're aware of this, but for your little evil plan to work, you don't talk about it out loud, Genius."

"Nah, it's fine. If it doesn't work out, I can use my backup plan."

"Which is?"

"Well..." He moves closer, lips brushing against your ear as he lets one hand rests on your nape, playing with your baby hair that falls loose from your ponytail. "For starters," his voice is breathy and silky smooth like honey. His breath feels warm as it caresses the skin below your ear. "I can make you your favorite dish for dinner." He trails his fingers down, passing your shoulder blades and tracing the shape of your spine. "Pour some of that red wine you like." His lips connect to the supple skin of your jaw, mapping their way down to your neck. "Light up some candles." His hand slides over the curve of your ass when his lips graze against your earlobe again. "Then I'll eat you out nice and slow—"

"Goodbye," you cut him off by slamming your palm against his face, pushing him away as far as possible before your heart pumps even more blood to your face. "Also, you can't cook for shit."

"True. But when it comes to eating you out—"

You pinch his nose, making him yelp in an unusually high-pitched voice as he tries to swat your hand away. "Hurry up and go, idiot. You're gonna be late."

"Geez, no fun." His pout returns, grumbling under his breath. Noticing how his tie is crooked, you exhale like an exhausted parent and take a step closer.

"Levi's gonna kill you if you dress sloppily like this." You take a hold of his black tie, unfastening it and redoing everything all over again for him. "You're the frontman of Empire, Eren. You need to protect your image." Words are still flowing from your mouth but he can barely focus. He's so captivated, entranced with your every movement as he finds it to be something so intimate. There's something about the way you're fixing his tie, like how a wife would do to help her husband in the morning. It's similar to the time when you washed his hair for him in the shower. That feeling of being taken care of—of being loved in the way no one, not even his mother, ever did. The thought of it makes him blush, and he watches with his eyes drooping low, thinking how you suddenly look ten times more beautiful than you've been today. And he thought you already looked so goddamn pretty in your maxi dress.

Eren swallows his breath, his heart palpitating.

"Are you listening to me?" You ask him when you haven't received any response.

"Umm—Yeah." He wasn't. He definitely wasn't.

Sighing, you bring the wide end of his tie down, passing it through a loop. "Honestly, Eren, what would you do without me?"

"I'd be nothing without you," he answers without thinking. The words come from his heart but you only snort in return, thinking about it as a joke.

"Yeah. You're nothing without me, so be thankful." You smile as you pat his chest once. "There, you're all set. Sharp and handsome." You realize how he's still staring at you intently like you're the most mesmerizing thing his eyes have ever landed on. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

I'm so in love with you, Eren screams internally as he scoops you up in his arms, a pair of strong limbs winding themselves around your waist, pulling you close until you're standing on your tiptoes. His mouth slants against yours in a fiery kiss, one that makes you feel everything at once, like that one roller coaster ride you took during the summer. You can taste the minty scent of his toothpaste, can feel the texture of his tongue as it slides against yours, can feel the intensity of his feelings in every brush of his lips.

When he finally lets you go, it feels like days have passed but even then, it's still not enough. You want him to kiss you for eternity. To stay with you for eternity.

"You..." You swallow thickly, hazy eyes still locked to his lips, moist by your saliva. "You really should go."

"Yeah." But when he leans in for another kiss, you circle your arms around his neck so tightly like you never want to let go. Eren groans into the kiss, biting your lower lip and lighting your skin on fire.

"Or maybe," you breathily speak between moans and heavy kisses. "You can call Levi real quick," you tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to sink his teeth in. "And tell him that you'll be late for ten minutes?"

"Mm-hmm." Mouth never disconnecting from yours, he pushes your body forward and you follow, knowing how he's leading you both back to your bedroom. "I'll call him later."

He kicks the door open with one foot. "Just ten minutes," you remind him, moaning against his mouth when he presses his hips to yours, letting you know how hard he is from the kisses you shared.

"Or an hour."

"An hour sounds great."

[fmdjoosung]

hiya i’m demi and this is my Baby sung, aka choi joosung, stage name sun, main dancer of candy. her stage name sums up at least three quarters of who she is, but there’s more info under the cut. you can also read more about her on her pinterest, bio, public profile, private profile, and claims. if you’d like to plot, hit this post with a like. if you’d like a random starter, reply with an emoji. and if you’d like an event starter, reply with a word and an exclamation point!

personality

my fave part of sungs profile are the sims 4 traits so i’m copying them here: cheerful, creative, romantic, bookworm, music lover, childish, dance machine, slob, squeamish, family oriented, good, insider, outgoing, proper

to expand more on this, sung is excitable. she takes an inch and gives a mile, which can be nice in some situations, but especially as a child it caused her to push potential friends away by being Too Much. as she’s aged, she’s learned to tone this down, but it’s still a work in progress

the claps and bursts out when laughing type

the sends you personal holiday and birthday cards type

sends you 30 texts in a row type

loves reading, scrapbooking, cats, pop & coffee shop music

adores pink and yellow and will be wearing one and/or the other whenever possible

likes anything Cute, clothes or otherwise

in many ways, a pretty traditionally feminine type of girl. she likes being ~pretty, has been cooking from a young age, likes playing homemaker, is very emotional, like jesus the amount that this gorl can cry... you’d think she’d run out eventually, but Nope

tries to be optimistic when possible. brains aren’t always that nice, and sung deals with those struggles too. but she’s a big advocate for talking about your feelings and feeling your feelings so they can be expelled and go away healthily. she tries to observe that as well, but she’s not as good at talking about her deepest non happy emotions, and tends to curl inward in those times. every other emotion level Will be shared and worn on her sleeve though, even to strangers lmao

very physically affectionate. she’s not Particularly careful about gender divides with this, and it applies to anyone she considers a friend, which honestly doesn’t take much

she comes from a very traditional and devout catholic family, though, and it’s framed a lot of her ways of thinking. especially when she was younger, she had mindsets like the ‘love you, but not your lifestyle’ and needed to break out of that when she was exposed to more queer people through the industry. she also has decently strong opinions on things like over-drinking, smoking, sleeping around, and can be a little judgmental over those things

for the most part, she doesn’t ever intend to start arguments. she wants to get on with everyone. one of few times she’s full on cold to someone is if they’re an ex of a close friend who treated them badly, because she’s very loyal and ‘if you hate them i hate them’ type of friend

also unfortunately het. i’m as disappointed as the rest of u

background

sung was born with a fraternal twin to parents that owned an itty bitty restaurant together. and it’s very bob’s burgers they barely scraped by

but when sung was about ~9, her dad caught some luck, and was always away from home doing business meetings for the shop. then by the time sung was 10, the whole family packed up to start building a chain for their restaurant

sung already struggled making friends before moving, but moving made it a bit worse. she became an idol fan as an escape, and started dancing because of it

when she was 17, her family settled down in seoul as a new permanent location, and sung saw it as her opportunity to be the idol she’d dreamt she could be over the last 6 years of dancing

her luck wouldn’t be the Greatest, though, as she’d fall into a scam for a couple of months

she developed higher standards for checking for scams, started training at a real company, but had to find out through an article online that the company had shut down

her parents wanted her to give up, but up to that point, she’d only auditioned for smaller companies because of the higher success rate. she presented a plan to audition for only the top five companies, and they eventually agreed to that

however, it still took a year of auditioning for bc ent to accept her

and when she was accepted, she didn’t train for long at all before being put on candy shop, then straight to debut

career/image

sung’s public persona isn’t very different from who she is. like with most idols, she has to put on a happy face even when she’s not feeling so hot, but beyond that, who she is, is what the public sees

she’s a sunshine/vitamin archetype

her appeal as an idol according to the public has three main sections. at the top, personality, then second is her looks, and third would be dancing

though she really enjoyed candy shop (as a fan of healthy competitiveness - mostly against herself) it introduced her to the public and made her aware that what she’s most proud of, her dancing, falls behind looks, which she’s always worried people will value her for over who she is. while i think personality wins over looks, i don’t think sung sees it that way, and it’s a sore spot for her

being in candy in general is great for her, tho. she adores the music, the styling, the image, some of the choreo. then again, she’s also gone viral twice with candy (shy shy shy, and a dance the night away fancam) so it’s inevitable she’ll have nice feelings towards it lol

in her future career, she’ll have focuses mostly on modelling and choreography methinks, so if anyone would like a choreographer, hit sung up

plots

sung’s fave group of all is lily so anything around her being starry eyed. maybe it makes for a nice successful fan connection or your muse doesn’t fit sung’s expectations and it breaks sung’s rose tinted glasses

she’s also a fan of idols and the idol world in general tho! she has favorites, but even if she isn’t a big fan of your group, she probably knows your choreography. could be your muse thinks she’s a bigger fan than she is because of clips of her dancing to their songs, or she genuinely is a big fan, or them doing challenge videos together a lot

negative plots are great since they’re not all that common with a sung type! men who’ve done her dirty, people she’s been judgmental to, people who get turned away by her overwhelming and sudden affection, or maybe the practice room monster she turns into rubs someone the wrong way at one point

late 2019 to right now, i have in my head that sung would be dating, but i’ve left what this time looks like as an open plot. so, this could be multiple relationships one after the next, or a three year relationship. if someone wants to take up a current plot, i have this Thot... hear me out. so she’s dating this person for some amount of time and for some reason, they break up real time in-verse and because she felt the most in luv w this person over anyone else she’s dated, it hits hard, and she makes decisions that breach her morals (aka full sleepin w someone when up to this point she’d have been a ‘technical’ virgin to appease her own religious rules) this could all be talked about more in depth in dms since this is getting quite long, but it’s the first storyline i have in mind for sung personally

piggybacking off of that with a smaller one would be if somehow someone is close friends with an ex of sung’s and thinks poorly of sung for moving on so quickly, since i think it’s been like... max two weeks for almost every guy she’s been with before she starts dating another

[watchmegetobsessed]

VALERIE - Part V. (Harry Styles)

happy sunday loves!! part 5 is here, buckle up bc we are getting down to business here!! thank you so much for the nice feedbacks, it’s always so moving and inspiring to read your thoughts, so please keep them coming! even if it’s just some gibberish rambling, those are the best haha! now let’s jump right into part 5, we are heading into the christmas mood and im so excited for yall to read this part!! enjoy!

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SERIES MASTERPOST

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By the time November nears its end you officially become a couple with Marcus. It happens gradually, two more dates follow your first one, and then on the third one you agree to test the waters of the possibilities between the two of you exclusively. 

Marcus is a great guy. He is funny, caring and smart, always listens to you and cares for even the smallest details about you when you’re talking. He is great company and never fails to make you feel appreciated and wanted. Exactly what you’ve been looking for in a guy, Rosa really hit the nail on the head this time. 

You easily fall into a habit with him. Fridays are for date nights, sometimes you go for little trips outside the city on Sundays and he never misses a chance to send you flowers throughout the week. He is just the type of guy that’s always there to cheer you up with something whenever the days start to weigh down on your shoulders. 

You even have dinner together with Rosa and Steven one Saturday evening, Rosa keeps giving you those ‘I told you so’ eyes whenever Marcus kisses you shortly or places his hand to your waist. You mostly just roll your eyes at her, not wanting to make a big deal out of the two of you, but Rosa knows how long you’ve been trying to find someone. 

What’s a surprising turn is that you start seeing Harry more. Intentionally. You have no idea how it happens, but it does and you’re not mad about it. Some days you grab lunch together whenever he is in the neighborhood, some days you go shopping with him when his sister doesn’t have the time. Harry is a problematic shopper, he takes a long time to decide on clothes so usually you are the one that forces him to choose and finish before all shops close. 

When he has had a rough week and you happened to call him for whatever reason, the two of you agree to meet up for drinks at his place, then end up playing UNO for hours, slowly emptying out two bottles of wine.

It’s starting to get harder to imagine what it was like when things weren’t like this with him. When you were getting anxiety from just the thought of seeing him or having to talk to him. It’s like the both of you are showing a different version of yourselves to each other and you have to admit you enjoy being friends with him. 

He keeps his habit of teasing you and making jokes about you though, but you don’t mind it. He is not doing it in a mean way with the attempt to piss you off, but to make you laugh and start a playful war where you both throw insults at each other until one of you runs out of it and just starts laughing. You feel a kind of dynamic building between you and him that has a way better effect on you than the continuous killing you were doing before.

You can tell Rosa is thankful for the change as well. Whenever she sees you interact with Harry without making a grimace or have that face that screams how badly you want to hit him, she is relieved that she has one less thing to worry about and Valerie will have two amazing godparents who even like each other.

Christmas is always a big parade in your family. Your mom and your aunts always want to celebrate together so in the past few years it has become a tradition to rent a place out that has enough space for the whole extended family and spend three days there from the 23rd to the 25th. This year your dad found a huge cabin in the woods with ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms, just the perfect size for you all. It’s gonna be your parents, Rosa and Steven with Valerie, Aunt Monica, Aunt Teresa with Uncle Andrew, your cousin Etta, her husband Joe and their two kids, your other cousin Lily with her husband Jeremy and their daughter, and lastly you and Harry.  Though your mom urged you to invite Marcus along as well, he could join you for longer than a dinner, since he was already set to fly home to his family.

“You sure he can’t stay for at least the first night?” you mom asks on the phone one evening. You’re stirring the sauce in the pan. holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder so you have both of your hands free.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s fine, he can come for dinner and then leave later.”

“I get it, but it would have been fun if he stayed,” she sighs, clearly disappointed that she couldn’t change what’s already set. If you’re being honest you don’t mind that Marcus is not staying for the night. You haven’t been dating for that long, you feel like it would be a little uncomfortable to have him there the whole time. A dinner is perfectly fine as a starter, since he hasn’t met anyone else from your family other than Rosa and Steven.

“Anyway,” she sighs moving on, “Have you figured it out how you’re gonna get there?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll tag along with someone.”

“Well, I think you should ask Harry. Everyone else is pretty packed already. Rosa and Steven won’t have any extra space with Valerie this year.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you. These past years Rosa always offered you a ride for the holidays, but even when they brought her over for just one night their car was jam-packed. No way you’re gonna fit in there so you are left with Harry since Marcus can only come in the afternoon.

“Sure, I’ll ask him.”

You shoot him a text that day and he replies right away that you’re welcomed in his car, though he won’t be able to take you back since he is leaving early in the morning on the 25th since he is flying back to the UK to his family. It’s fine, you think, you’ll just probably just tag along with aunt Monica back to the city, she always gets her a car for these occasions. Though it’s not your ideal option, she is not the best partner for rides, because she is a fan of smoking in the car, but you don’t have much of a choice. 

“I’ll call you when I leave, okay?” Marcus tells you on the morning of the 23rd. It’s early, barely seven, but he is up because he needs to work a little today and you are finishing up packing since Harry will be here in an hour to pick you up.

“Sure. Drive safe,” you huff sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at your suitcase that’s still not closed, clothes are sticking out on the side and you’re sure you’ll have to sit on it to pull the zipper.

“See you later,” Marcus says before you end the call. 

It’s rather comical how you try to close the suitcase but you only care about the fact that you eventually succeed. Only minutes before eight you are packed and ready so when you get Harry’s text that he is outside you can leave right away.

Seeing you with your big suitcase he hops out of the car and rushes to help you.

“How long are you planning to stay, Y/N?” he chuckles lifting the bag up and you just shrug your shoulders with a smirk. You’ve alway been a heavy packer, no need to try to cover it up.

Harry throws your stuff into the back of the car as you take the passenger seat. His phone is hooked to the car, a playlist of his own playing gently through the speakers and you’re surprised to catch on the Christmas feeling in the songs.

“Are you in the spirit?” you ask when he gets into the car.

“Like to set the mood ahead,” he chuckles starting the car and off you go. 

Ridiculous to think about it, but it’s actually the first time you sit in the same car with Harry or see him drive even. The way you two used to be was not quite ideal to have you locked up in such a small place as a car. But now you have nothing against spending the almost hour long drive with him. 

“Can you pull out the navigation when I leave the highway? I’m not sure where exactly I need to head,” he asks you, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him and nodding you open the app on your phone so his can keep on playing the music without the voice of the navigation interrupting it. 

“Excited to spend your first Christmas with us?” you ask. Though Harry was there at several family events, it’s his first Christmas since becoming Valerie’s godfather. 

“I am,” he chuckles, nodding, hands gripping the wheel gently. He is a natural driver, easily working the car, the kind you feel completely safe next to. As Baby It’s Cold Outside comes on a smile stretches across your lips as you start gently bop your head to the song. “I’ve heard crazy stuff about Christmases at your family,” he adds glancing in your way for a second.

“Like what?”

“I remember when Steven told me about his first Christmas with your family. You remember that?”

Searching in your memories you tried to remember when was the first time Rosa brought Steven along. They dated for two years before they got married so it’s been about five years since then, but as you think hard the memory of that specific year pops into your head making you laugh as you nod.

“Oh, yes. The year Aunt Monica almost burned the Airbnb down,” you sigh grinning at the memory. She brought some special kind of cigars that year that were told to be curiosities from somewhere fancy, but they ended up the literal worst quality, flaming bits were falling out them all the time when she would smoke one, almost making the rug catch on fire wherever she went. Best thing is that she was already drunk on the liquor so she didn’t even notice, there was always a person on Aunt Monica duty, following her around, making sure nothing burnt down. 

“Steven said he had a moment when he thought about bailing,” Harry tells you and you gasp, because that’s new information.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but like only for a split second after your dad walked in on him naked in the bathroom. That was kind of the last straw. Luckily Rosa could convince him to stay. Guess it all worked out at the end.” Harry smiles as he stares ahead of him.

You can’t imagine a version where Rosa and Steven don’t end up together. They met through a mutual friend not long after Rosa had a nasty breakup with her scumbag ex. Steven was there to put her back together and be her partner as she found herself again. The change and positive impact he had on her could be seen every day and you were so thankful to him for helping your sister find her way out of such a dark place in her life. It didn’t take them too long to start dating and he proposed a little more than a year later. You still remember how Rosa was screaming in the phone when she called you that evening telling you that Steven proposed. They are quite literally a match made in heaven. It’s been your goal in life to find this person in your life though you haven’t had much luck with men so far. Ironically, if you were in a room with every man you were ever involved with in any kind of way, Harry would be the only one you’d want to talk with. If you had to make this exact same choice just months ago you would have chosen to run out screaming. 

“Maybe this year it’s your turn to get horrified from us,” you laugh, sinking down a little in your seat as you adjust the seat belt. You’re still quite far away from the cabin, you might as well make yourself comfortable. 

“I think there’s not much that I haven’t witnessed yet. I was walked in on at the bathroom once too, but it was your cousin, Etta.”

“When did that happen?” you ask with a heartfelt laugh.

“I think it was last summer at one of your nieces’ birthday party. Luckily everything was already tucked away when she basically barged in.”

“She didn’t miss much,” you tease him with a smirk and your witty comment catches him by surprise.

“Are you saying my dick is not imposing enough to be worthy of peeking?” he asks with raised eyebrows and you’re happy he is driving. His intimidating look would already burn right into your skin by now, but he is forced to watch the road instead. 

“I mean, if you want to put it that way…” you continue, but a laugh escapes your lips.

“Take that back, Y/N,” he orders, sneaking a hard look at you before turning back ahead, but you can see the small smile hiding on his lips. 

“Or what?”

“Or you might find yourself in a war you don’t want to be involved in,” he warns you, but his words don’t quite have the effect on you he wanted. Because in a heartbeat you find yourself feeling… excited? Thrilled? Even curious about his means behind his words. 

“Wouldn’t want to lie, so…” Pretending like you’re sorry you shrug your shoulders as Harry gives you a look that makes your stomach churn. Now either you are gonna have some fun teasing each other or… you just threw yourself into the arms of the Devil himself. Either way, you’re certain Harry won’t leave it in that.

Turning your head to your window you can’t keep your smile contained as you think of the fact that how big of a lie it was. Harry is surely not a guy who should ever worry about any aspect of his manhood. You’re talking from experience. 

***

The cabin is absolutely gorgeous, just the perfect place for a cozy family holiday. Hidden from the busy roads with a secure gate and tall trees on both sides, the back of it is facing a majestic view of the valley and the evergreen covered hill in the distance. With an interior straight from the pages of a magazine, you need just a few moments to adjust to your surroundings upon arriving.

“I saved a nice room for you, Harry!” your mother gushes the moment she sees the two of you walk through the front door. You huff in annoyance.

“And what about me?” 

Harry chuckles giving you a smug grin. “Guess you’re just second after me.”

“It’s his first Christmas with us, he deserves the better room,” your mom shushes at you, making your eyes roll instantly. It’s still hard to believe Harry has this kind of charm over most people.

After greeting everyone who is already there, your dad, Aunt Teresa and Etta with her family, your mom walks the two of you down one of the hallways that leads to several bedrooms. She stops at the last door with an excited grin on her face as she opens it revealing the bedroom behind it. 

You instantly understand why she thought this is the best one. The view is absolutely breathtaking, the gentle noon light is flowing into the room through the floor to ceiling windows, the king sized bed facing them so when you wake up in the morning the first thing you see is the endless sea of evergreens on the side of the hill. Not to mention the room has its own bathroom, not many of the other rooms are blessed with that. There’s a spacious shower that has enough space for at least three people in there and it’s one of those fancy ones that can make you feel like you’re having a shower in the middle of a jungle, mood lights and bluetooth speakers attached to it.

“No fucking way Harry is getting this room!” you gasp as you look around, taking in the luxure your mother is willing to hand over to him.

“Jealous, much?” he smirks, throwing his sports bag to the bed already ruining the neatly made sheets. He does not deserve this.

“Mom!” you huff turning to her, but she has made her mind up already.

“Your room is nice too, don’t worry Honey. Let Harry have this one!”

“I really can’t believe you are taking his side,” you grumble under your breath, folding your arms on your chest as you take one last look at the stunning view. 

“Come on, Y/N. He is a guest!”

“He is not! You said it yourself he is family now!” you retort and Harry just laughs behind you, so you shoot him a murderous look over your shoulder, that just fuels his entertainment.

“Don’t be silly. Your room is the second one on the right from here,” she smiles at you. “We are gonna take a walk around once everyone arrives, so get settled by then!” she informs you before walking out. 

“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice makes you turn around. “You can have the room if you want.”

Your eyebrows rise at the kind gesture, it’s very not like him, even now in your friendly state, so it’s quite odd that he is willing to switch rooms with you.

“No need,” you shake your head grabbing the handle of your suitcase that you abandoned at the door.

“You sure? It doesn’t matter where I’m sleeping, really.”

“I’m not gonna deal with my mother’s scolding if she finds out I took your room, so you can totally stay.” 

Harry chuckles as you head out, but stop at the door to have one last word with him. “Though I might occupy your bathroom, that shower looks nice.”

“All yours,” he grins before you walk out.

***

By 11 am everyone arrives and the once quiet cabin is now buzzing from life, children running around, Valerie’s babbling shoots through the spacious living area where Rosa set her crib up, your mother is already making preparations for dinner while most of the men are circled around the pool table having a beer since no one has to drive for the rest of the day. 

“When is Marcus arriving?” Rosa asks, eyes on Valerie who is absolutely destroying something that once were an elephant maybe, but she’s been ruthless with the poor animal, chewing and throwing it around all the time, so it’s not just a grey, fuzzy mess.

“Sometime before dinner. He has some work to finish,” you tell her pulling your legs under yourself on the comfy couch.

“And explain again, why isn’t he staying for the night?” she turns to you with a puzzled look.

“Because he is going home to his family early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Okay, but he could have just left from here, didn’t he?”

“It’s… complicated. It’s better if he just goes back home tonight and then leaves from there in the morning.”

What you leave out of the whole explanation is that you didn’t really invite him to stay the night as well. Sounds horrible and ridiculous but you didn’t think you’d have felt comfortable with him staying. You’ve been dating for only barely more than a month and though things are going well, you felt like starting with just a dinner would be a better idea. Marcus didn’t question why you didn’t offer him to stay, it seemed like he was fine with just coming and then going after dinner. 

Does this make you a bad girlfriend? Maybe, but you value your comfort and feelings more than to ruin your favorite holiday with your family. 

Just as you mom said, once everyone is settled in their rooms for the upcoming three days, the whole gang dresses up to have a walk around taking the welcoming little path that runs around the cabin and is smooth enough for Valerie’s carriage as well. Your nieces and nephew are quick to surround Harry and nag him to join them at the front, exploring the woods surrounding the path. It seems like he doesn’t mind it and gladly takes part in the adventure, also secretly looking after them so their parents can have a break and enjoy the stroll in hopes the walk tires the kids out enough that they’ll willingly go to bed in the evening instead of whining to stay up late. 

You’re walking with Etta next to you as she tells you about Hannah’s latest dance competition when you spot that Harry and Oliver, your nephew, Etta’s other kid are suspiciously whispering around pointing in your direction. At last Olly nods and runs up to you showing a quite thick piece of wood into your hand. You look down at him confused.

“Thank you?” you tell him a little unsure what it’s all about.

“I found it in a bush, I want to take it home. Harry said you’ll keep it for me because you have a good hand for thick and hard sticks.”

You almost choke on your own breath, as Olly just carelessly runs back ahead to join his sister. You immediately look over to Etta in fear that she heard what Harry told Oliver, but luckily she was talking with Joe turning back, not really paying attention to the conversation you just had with her son. If she did, Harry probably wouldn’t live by now.

Speaking of the devil, you look in his way and that annoying, smug grin is right there as he nods in your way saluting before he shows his hands into his pockets and turns back around to catch up with the kids. 

That disgusting piece of shit really went into the depth of teaching something secretly dirty to your nephew as a way of payback for your comment in the car earlier. He surely wasn't just joking when he said you’d pay for what you said. And you have a feeling he is just getting started. 

***

Aunt Monica is like a legend in your family. She is the oldest between your mom and her sisters, already in her sixties, but in the heart she still feels like she has just turned twenty. She never married, but had several men in her life, love affairs, short flings, but none of them lasted for more than a year. 

“Why would I settle when there’s so many fish in the sea?” she once told you, her iconic Chanel sunglasses sat on her nose as she sipped on her martini. 

She has worked many jobs throughout her life, she was once a dancer, she waited tables and even worked as a TV host at one point in the ‘80s. She was the true free spirit of the family, her sisters often questioned her sanity, but you think there’s nothing wrong with how she lived her life, enjoying it to the last bit. In the early ‘90s she was seeing a millionaire, probably the only man she would have given her lifestyle up for. Unfortunately, they never married, the man passed away due to his heart problems, however, since he had little to zero family he left basically everything to Aunt Monica. Money, house, cars, business, everything. Being the smart woman that she is, she handed over the business into professional hands but she is still the owner, so the money is still flowing even though she could have lived happily on the money she inherited without ever having to work a day. 

She seems a little odd in your family, but she has always been a loving aunt to you, a caring sister and she never fails to take care of her loved ones. She is the one to pay for all these Christmas getaways, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stay in places this nice.

“What’s all the money for if I don’t spend it on my family?” she always says when someone questions if she is fine with paying for everything. Your mom and Teresa have tried to convince her to let them at least pay for part of it but she wouldn’t even listen to them. 

She likes to have her own, sometimes odd ways in life. She definitely has a drinking problem, but not in a dangerous way. You have never seen her completely wasted, she just likes to keep things buzzing and always have a drink on her whenever she needs the extra fun. Because of her past she has the greatest stories about meeting famous people back in the days or how soldiers used to try to win her over when she was just a teenager.

“Oh, those things happened,” your mom told you when one day you questioned if you could believe all the crazy stories Aunt Monica tells you. “She was like… the star of the show. Used to hate living in her shadow, but I can’t blame her for enjoying life and doing the things I was too afraid to do myself.”

Now you’re sitting in the sunroom that faces the amazing view behind the cabin, the Christmas tree is standing tall in the corner, beautifully decorated in white and beige. Valerie is snuggled up to your chest as you gently rub her back and you listen to Aunt Monica tell you about how a literal captain once proposed to her after just three days of knowing each other.

“He was a gentleman, but a beast in the bed, Y/N. I’m telling you, men in uniform are just a different level of satisfaction.”

She sighs deep, taking a sip from her margarita that’s definitely not her first drink, and you just laugh nodding.

“He was begging for me to go to Italy with him.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“Who said I didn’t?” she asks with a pretentious hurt look turning to you and you just laugh. You should have known the story would go this way. “I accepted the offer, only turned down his proposal when we sailed off and then we parted as soon as I stepped onto the land of Italy. Broke his heart into pieces, but I was too busy enjoying the Italian summer.”

Harry comes in and hands you a bottle filled with juice that probably Rosa sent for Valerie.

“Thank you,” you smile at him shortly as you adjust the little girl in your arms and hand her the bottle.

“Young boy, have you ever proposed to someone?” Aunt Monica asks Harry who stops in his way as he was already about to head out, but now he walks back to the sofa where she is sitting.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head.

“And how do you think you would if the time came?”

You watch Harry think to himself at the odd and quite random question. It’s not really something you would have ever asked him, but now that there’s the chance to hear his answer you are listening curiously. 

“Depends on the woman I’m proposing to,” he replies after a few seconds.

“How would you propose to Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to your aunt with shock all over your face. You definitely didn’t want yourself dragged into this.

“Aunt Monica, that’s--”

“Shush! I’m just asking theoretically. Wanna hear his answer.”

Harry’s eyes wander over to your sitting figure on the sofa as he leans onto the back of the one in front of him. You can feel the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks under his burning look and you just know he enjoys how nervous you got from this simple question that wasn’t even asked from you. 

Licking his lips he moves his eyes from you over to Aunt Monica who is still waiting for his answer.

“Something romantic, but not too grandiose, I know she doesn’t like being in the center of the attention that much. Maybe…” Tapping on his chin you listen to his words and without even realizing you hold your breath. “Maybe on a hike with a nice view. She would be admiring the view when I get down on one knee and as she turns around I pop the lid on the box.”

What bugs you is that it’s an awfully accurate description of how you’d imagined your proposal. He was right about many aspects, like how you don’t like being in the center of attention. No idea how he nailed so easily, but he did. 

Glancing down you pretend to be busy with Valerie who is still peacefully drinking her juice, eyes wandering around the room relentlessly.

“So you really look to satisfy her deepest fantasies, careful about even the smallest details. Women appreciate it,” Aunt Monica nods, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable she just made you feel.

“Thank you, I do like to satisfy women,” Harry cheekily answers with a smirk, eyes locking with yours for a moment as Aunt Monica lets out a laugh at the dirty comment. Before you could bite your tongue a retort slips out of your mouth.

“What a shame you don’t always succeed.”

Harry’s eyes turn from playful to dark pretty quickly and you enjoy the victory over him. Your comment in the car earlier already wounded his manhood, now it’s another stab right into his… crotch. It’s the least he deserves after what he taught poor Olly.

“That I don’t believe. He seems like an absolute pleaser.” Aunt Monica winks in Harry’s way who just smiles at her shyly, but you can tell your comment is still bugging him. 

“I think Y/N knows that too herself, am I right?” He tilts his head to the side and you stand your ground with holding his gaze and not looking away.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” you simply say, just when you hear your mom calling out for you. “Would you take her please?” you innocently ask walking up to Harry, holding Valerie out for him. You can tell he is looking for a witty comeback, but he has nothing just yet, so he is stuck with keeping his mouth shut as he takes baby Valerie from you. You gift him with a sweet, but definitely spikey smile before leaving him there with Aunt Monica. 

***

Dinner is already almost ready, you’re helping your mom and Aunt Teresa in the kitchen with the finishing touches, Joe and Harry packing out the wine bottles from the rack Jeremy brought them in, the two of them examining the bottles with such professionalism you almost believe they have the slightest idea about what to look for in a good wine. 

“Should we open some red or white ones for tonight’s dinner?” Joe asks your mom who is the master chef when it comes to the dinner.

“Red would suit better,” she answers. “Are they sweet?”

“Some, yeah,” Harry nods holding up a bottle and checking the label.

“Great. Monica loves that too,” Teresa chuckles as she adds some salt to the mashed potato. 

“And Y/N too,” Harry adds, not even looking up, but he successfully attracts your mom’s attention with his comment.

“She does?” Harry looks up and sees your boiling anger plastered all over your face, so of course he chooses to take it further.

“Oh, yeah. She can drink like a gallon. Wine drunk Y/N is like a whole different person.”

“I told you so many times not to get drunk, Y/N. It’s not too ladylike. When was the last time you saw her drunk?”

“There were plenty of occasions,” Harry exaggerates and you could kill him right there. “Though last time it was the tequila that got her wildin’.”

That damned smirk of his is making your hands curl into fists and for a moment you tell yourself it’s okay to punch him in front of your mother even if she’ll probably disown you for such behavior. 

“Y/N! I have told you a million times that you need to know where your limits lie!” she huffs shaking her head at you while you clench your jaw. Back at it with the lessons about getting drunk. She’ll never get over it, not even when you’ll be forty. Why does it matter to her so much? Sometimes she is the one to get you started, but then she gives you the dirtiest looks when you have one too many. She should just get used to it now. 

“She surely likes to have fun when she has had a few drinks,” Harry continues smugly. “Remember how much fun you had at Rosa and Steven’s wedding?”

“Oh, God! I remember how drunk you were that evening, I could have killed you!” your mother growls and you roll your eyes at her.

“It wasn’t that bad. There were a lot more people who got way more wasted than me,” you try to defend yourself folding your arms on your chest. 

“That doesn’t change that you were too,” she says with a hard look. Great, now she is mad at you for something that happened literally years ago. Kudos to Harry for ruining her mood.

“She wasn’t that bad,” Harry adds and you look in his way with suspicion. “She was a delight when it was time to get her to bed.”

Your mouth almost hangs open, but it seems like you’re the only one understanding what he really meant by that. Luckily, beside you and him, Rosa and Steven are the only people who knows what happened between you and Harry that night, so it’s no surprise no one else catches on the hint.

“You were the one who took her up to her room? Sorry if she was a burden,” your mother sighs and right at that moment you wish the floor would just open up and you could disappear forever. Harry’s satisfied grin is the evidence that he just won another round of this nasty war.

Just as you open your mouth to try and move the conversation to another field you see a pair of headlights pull up to the driveway. Everyone turns to the window as Marcus’ car parks down last in the line. As you step away from the counter you see the confusion in Harry’s eyes about the new guest.

“Oh, amazing! He is here!” your mom cheers, seemingly instantly forgetting about how she was dragging you just a minute ago.

“Who’s here?” you hear Harry ask, but you’re already out of there, heading to the front door to greet Marcus.

Just as you walk out into the cold evening air you see him get out with a warm smile on his lips. You wait for him at the door, arms wrapped around yourself and as he reaches you he places a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Hey, how was the drive?” you ask him.

“It was fine. I didn’t arrive too late, right?”

“No, we were just about to set the table. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

He takes your hand in his as the two of you walk inside, all eyes immediately turning your way at the arrival of your boyfriend.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet my boyfriend, Marcus. He is staying for dinner.”

Your family members walk up to the two of you, shaking hands and introducing themselves to Marcus who smiles at everyone politely, trying his best to remember all the names and information that’s thrown at him all of a sudden. Everyone seems delighted to have him for dinner, the kids instantly make him promise he’ll play a card game with them after dinner and he happily says yes to the invitation. 

You can tell your mom is proud that finally both of her daughters are spending Christmas with a man by their side and you’re almost certain your dad took a liking to Marcus the moment he mentioned he is into fishing.

Everyone seems excited and happy for Marcus, there’s just one face that doesn’t fit in the line of joyful smiles. Harry stands quite far from the two of you and only gets closer when he shakes hands with Marcus. His cocky grin is long gone from his face as he keeps his hard look on your boyfriend who is chatting with everyone. Standing next to Marcus, your hand still holding his, your eyes lock with Harry’s and there’s an unknown, burning feeling in your gut when his hard gaze holds yours. The sudden change and cold act gets you wondering what’s really going on in his mind. He is the first one to look away and you watch him walk into the kitchen and disappear from your sight before you force a smile on your lips and turn back to Marcus.

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[masterthespianduchovny]

Tell me more about how Stuckies are wrong in the What if and why Steve and Bucky aren't romantic, please, I need some sense on my dash.

For starters: assume any analysis I conduct will take CA: TFA into account.

Okay, so I rewatched "What If..." and Steve and Bucky's relationship is one of best friends with brotherly elements. Yet, they aren't as close or as inseparable as believed.

This isn't to say they didn't care about each other or weren't close at all. However, when you look at their interactions pre serum Steve and compare it to post serum Steve, it's remarkably different.

Bucky acts like a big brother of sorts to Steve who is looking out for a little brother who is always getting into shit. Stuckies like to frame it as if they have this incredibly close relationship since the beginning, but it's not in the way that they like to frame it. These two weren't inseparable or it was just them, and then everyone else. And this is important to note because of how Stuckies talk about Steve and Bucky's relationship as well as how they talk about Peggy and her relationship relationship with Steve.

Steve and Bucky became close due to war, which tends to bond many people who are in the same unit together. Although Bucky cared for Steve he didn't necessarily respect him. As a friend, but not as a man. (Peggy respected him as a person)

It took Steve taking the super serum and saving Bucky for Bucky to respect Steve as a man and his convictions. It took him being saved to recognize that this was what Steve stood for when he was Skinny!Steve, which is why he was proud of him. But he didn't appreciate these values and convictions until his ass was on the line.

When Bucky is on the date (with the girlS bc he probably went home with both or hooked up with both. lol) he checks in on Steve, but he's focused on his date. Steve is, for all intents and purposes, a fourth wheel. When Bucky realizes that Steve has wandered off, he finds him and tries to talk sense into him, but again, as a big brother type/good friend.

Hell, even Steve is indifferent to Bucky's behavior because this is his friend and someone he cares about, but his world didn't revolve around Bucky nor was there any indication that his feelings went deeper than that (knowingly or otherwise).

However, Steve was concerned about Bucky because Bucky was his best friend and family. Steve literally had no one else outside of Bucky. Both of his parents were dead and he literally had no other family. He not only grew up with Bucky, he stayed with him for a bit as well.

This isn't to say that romantic feelings couldn't have ever developed, however, Steve was concerned about a friend/brother not the fact that he could be losing someone he had feelings for.

Steve cared about keeping his remaining family (and teether to the past) alive when he's saving Bucky. Again, some may see this as romantic and maybe Steve and Bucky don't realize their queer identities at the same. However consider this, as true as this might be, society overemphasizes romantic love as being the most important and significant (even when it comes to grieving). We trivialize and diminish platonic love and grief. We say that it can't be as powerful or as devastating as romantic love.

The only reason Steve would want to save Bucky was if he was in love with him and not because that was his best friend/brother. Never mind the fact that Steve wagered half of the universe to save Vision (and failed), that he refused to kill Tony despite Tony trying to kill Bucky, that Steve literally risked his life to save every Sokovian citizen on the rock than let one die. That Steve went on the run for his beliefs even before Civil War.

People position it as if Steve and Bucky can't function without each other when we literally see Steve function just fine without Bucky. He just refuses to let someone he care about die or others get harmed in the process while trying to take on Bucky. Steve even willingly took Bucky in to be arrested with no issue whatsoever. Bucky and Steve lived separate lives while either was on the run or in hiding.

"Will you ever get to What if???"

I said in another post that even if Peggy and Steve shared similar scenes as Steve and Bucky, the beat is different because the context is different.

Bucky started respected Steve as a man because of the serum, which made him appreciate Skinny Steve. Steve already respected Peggy as a person pre serum and said her outside finally matched her inside (as in others were now seeing what he's already seen).

When Bucky is encouraging others to cheer for Steve, it's a way of him finally giving Steve validation for his conviction to fight in the war. When Steve is encouraging others to cheer for Peggy, it's him wanting others to see what he's always see in her and also to have people respect Peggy. Steve was genuinely proud of her.

People mention the bar scene, but I believe these are totally two different things. 1. Steve and Bucky don't have a monopoly on bar conversations. 2. It's normal for people who are in the army and fighting wars to go drink. 3. Steve and Bucky's conversation is a very different context and feel. Again, Bucky is validating who Steve was before the serum and assuaging his fears--being a good friend.

Peggy and Steve are just grabbing drinks and he listens to her talk about how people treat her due to being Captain Carter now. Steve is happy for her, but feels down about himself. They both show admiration for each other before almost kissing.

How are these scenes the "same" thing? Or that Bucky and Steve's scene now has a romantic subtext because Steve and Peggy's does? The context between both are different. As mentioned before, Steve and Peggy were already established as to having feelings for one another.

Peggy literally trains alongside Steve while he's is in physical therapy and regularly did so before Howard made her the suit and shield.

Let's talk about CA: TFA and how Bucky was trying to flirt with Peggy as she and Steve eye fucked. And then he said, "I now feel invisible like you." Yes, please tell me more about how this is a reflection of Bucky's feelings for Steve and not his dismay of not being the center of female attention.

Every scene, repurposed Steve and Bucky scenes or not, are tinged with romantic subtext between Steve and Peggy. These two are sooooo into each and they could barely contain themselves. They're so supportive of one another and genuinely believe in each other. And the live action or the animated versions of thee characters felt that way before the serum.

Although I do believe that Bucky would've had more of a reaction when Steve was "blown up", other than that, his interactions with Steve was on brand. That's his friend and he's proud of him, but Bucky wasn't on Steve's ass. He's his own person who exists outside of Steve. Bucky actually behaved like he did before he was shipped off to war--just doing him.

Although Bucky respected Steve more in the Hydra Stomper suit, it wasn't the same as when Steve got the serum. His buddy had a nice gadget, but he was still Skinny Steve--he just now had a way to be on the battlefield despite his medical concerns.

Like, please point of where the romance is here?

[mediocre-writerr]

now or never [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x reader

requested: hey!! I love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do a Quinn Fabray x reader where the reader is a basketball player and Quinn is cheering her on at the biggest game. Then after she wins, they go back home and celebrate. Thanks!!

*not my gif*

Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez. Nathan Scott and Haley James.

A pair of couples where one plays basketball and the other is the supportive partner. All of these couples went down in history.

But history may want to add one more name to that list: Y/N Y/L/N and Quinn Fabray.

“Are you nervous?” your girlfriend asked as she wore her Cheerios uniform that fit her perfectly. You were throwing your jersey top over your head, the girls locker room buzzing with noise and anticipation.

You let out a deep breath, wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She looked up at you with a soft smile on her face and you smiled back, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, “A little yeah. I mean it’s the state championship game. McKinley High hasn’t been here since 1989, neither girls or boys. I’m the captain I feel like all of this is riding on me.”

She went on her tippy toes to kiss you, yet again. Trying her best to calm your nerves, “You’re gonna do great. You wanna know why?” you just hummed in response, “Because you are the best and the hottest basketball player I know.” she booped your nose and you scrunched it up, which caused a giggle to emit from her mouth.

“Why thank you.” you replied with a smile, kissing her forehead.

You wrapped your arms around her tighter, pulling her closer for a hug. She nestled her head into your chest, the two of you swaying back and forth for a little bit. Before you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hooking your chin on the top of her head.

The two of you were in your own little bubble before Coach Beiste blew her whistle, “Y/L/N, let’s go! We have a game to play!”

You sighed softly, loosening your grip on your girlfriend, “You’re gonna be amazing.” she whispered, kissing you softly, “I love you.”

Placing another chaste kiss to her lips, “And I love you. I’ll see you out there.”

You rushed over towards the rest of the team and the announcer called out your names. All of your charged onto the court, your home gym bustling with excitement. You and the rest of the starters got onto the court, taking practice shots. Each one of them landing with ease.

The whistled blew indicating the start of the game. You got into your position at point guard while the centers were in the middle of the court ready to jump for the ball.

Your eyes caught onto your beautiful blonde girlfriend who was just staring at you with a proud smile. You kissed the tips of your fingers before pretending to shoot a basketball straight towards her. It was something the two of you picked up as a good luck charm before each quarter of the game.

The ball was thrown into the air and your center hit the ball towards you. You grabbed the ball dribbling it down the court, passing it to your power forward who was open by the net. She shot it up making an easy lay up giving your team the first points of the game.

“And Marshall with the layup with an amazing assist from starting point guard Y/L/N!” the announcer exclaimed as you were running down the court.

The first quarter was a blood bath for the other team. Great defense, but everything slowly started to fell apart by the second quarter. Mistaken fouls, bad defense, no shots were going in for any of us.

You were dribbling down court and once you found one of your teammates open you passed it to them. As you ran your route to get closer to the basket, the other team tipped it out of bounds. But desperate to save the ball you dove with your hand out to try and hit it towards the in-bounds.

But it didn’t matter anyway because the whistle blew and the half was over.

“And that concludes the first half of our state championship game everyone. With the Carmel High School leading over McKinley High 47-26.” all of you stumbled off the court and back into the locker rooms.

You headed straight towards your locker, getting the Ace bandage tape that you use on all of your finger jams. You wrapped it around your middle and ring finger, letting out a disappointed sigh when Coach Beiste came in. The morale in the room slowly drifting away, it felt like our varsity football team’s locker room. Minus all of the toxic masculinity.

“Alright girls listen up! You need to get the pressure off of yourselves! No one in this room is gonna make any plays or shots if you keep getting down on yourselves. You need to get the morale up! We don’t have much time, but I believe in all of you! You just need to believe in yourselves.” she preached and all of you let out a sigh before nodding, “Y/L/N, you have the floor.”

You threw your tape back into your locker before facing the rest of the girls, “Coach is right. We’re not gonna win this if we don’t get off of ourselves. Win or lose, at least we can say we played the very best that we possibly can. But until the final horn blows, we fight until the very end. As Troy Bolton once said, it’s now or never!”

Everyone cheered and you could feel the morale boost back up. All of the girls seemed to be more loose than before. And you could see your girlfriend standing by the entrance of the locker room.

“Now hydrate up! Do what you need to do and lets go back out there and fight!” you yelled and everyone dispersed from the circle.

You snuck over to the entrance of the locker room and you wrapped your arms back around her. Kissing her forehead softly.

“You okay?” she asked softly and you nodded, “That was a nice speech, I think the girls needed to hear that. But did that calm your own nerves?”

“I don’t know. It’s nice to see everyone all loose again, but I just keep thinking that I’m going to blow it.” you admitted and she smiled at you sadly.

She cupped both of your cheeks and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. When the two of you pulled apart, she smiled at you with a proud smile on her face, “Win or lose, you’re still gonna be the champion of my heart. You can do this, I believe in you.”

You chuckled softly, “That was cheesy.”

“I know, but you loved it.”

You saw the time and noticed halftime was about to end. You pressed one last kiss to Quinn’s lips before pulling away, “I love you.” you mumbled.

“I love you.” she whispered back, kissing your cheek.

You and your team ran back onto the court. And you saw Quinn sneak back onto the court where the Cheerios were. The crowd was buzzing yet again as the bleachers were full of people from both sides. In the middle rows you could see the glee club sitting there cheering you on. Even Kurt and Rachel came to support.

You got back into positions waiting for the tip off. You kissed the tips of your fingers once again before shooting it towards Quinn. She smiled softly, catching your flying kiss and placing it on her heart. She mouthed the words: ‘I love you’ and an instant smile broke out onto your face, mouthing the words back.

The whistle blew and everything took off. Your teammate passed you the ball and you found yourself open in three point range. So you shot the ball letting it fly and went in with ease.

“There ya go Y/N!” Coach Beiste yelled from the sidelines, your teammate giving you a high five.

The whole energy was different. Everyone seemed to believe in themselves more than before. And before you know it, you were down to the final quarter with two points down and three points to win the game. But you were double-teamed, there’s no way that you’d be able to get a shot off.

“What are we gonna do Coach?” you asked, “I can’t get a shot off.”

“All we can do is try to find an opening. Keep fighting girls we got this!”

All of your broke the huddle and your teammate on the sideline passed you the ball. The rest of your teammates passed the ball around until the clock started to wind down. There was an opening to make a shot for two but you needed three. If you get fouled though, this could work. Let’s just hope and pray.

You took the shot, the ball falling into the net with ease. And you felt your whole body get pushed onto the floor, you could feel the court marks burning onto your skin already. You laid on the ground for a while praying for the foul whistle to blow. For a moment you didn’t think it was coming, until it finally did.

“And there’s Y/N Y/L/N with the and one!! If she makes this free throw right here, McKinley High could finally win a state championship since 1989!” the announcer exclaimed.

Your teammates reached out there hands, lifting you up. They patted your back softly as all of them got into formation. Your hands shaking slightly at how nervous you were getting. You looked into the stands to see your parents jumping up and down in anticipation, the glee kids biting their nails and refusing to watch, and all of the other families that you could possibly disappoint right now.

Until your eyes finally landed on Quinn. She smiled at you softly, gesturing for you to take a breath. You followed her breathing, but it still wasn’t enough to calm your nerves. She laid her pom poms down onto the floor, kissing the tip of your fingers. And shooting her kiss towards you, as you broke into a smile. The kiss easing your tension, you caught it placing it on your heart. She gave you a subtle nod and you returned it before getting back onto the court.

You dribbled the ball a couple times at the free throw line. The crowd deathly silent, this could make or break the game. You let out a sigh before shooting the ball up in the air, watching in anticipation.

And it landed with a satisfying swish.

The girls ran out towards you, yelling in your ear. You jumped up and down. Our side of the gym going absolutely insane. Our six foot, six inch center raised you up on her shoulders. Coach Beiste handed you the state championship trophy and you raised it above your head. The cheering growing even louder at your action.

Your eyes caught onto Quinn’s who had a proud smile on her face, “Hey can you put me down?” you whispered to your center and she nodded.

You landed onto the court floor, rushing towards your girlfriend. A lot of people giving your high fives and saying ‘good job’ on the way there. After swimming through the crowd for how long you finally made it to her. You wrapped your arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around.

When you finally put her back down, you crashed your lips onto hers. You placed your hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer than you thought imaginable.

“I’m so proud of you.” she mumbled as the need to breathe became more evident.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

When the crowd finally disappeared, you found yourself back in the locker room, showering up and getting dressed. You found your parents, the glee kids, and Quinn standing outside the locker room waiting for you. All of you giving them a celebratory hug.

You and Quinn intertwined your fingers together, walking towards the front door, “Meet you guys at my house!” you yelled towards the rest of your friends.

You opened Quinn’s door for her, letting her sink into your passenger seat, “Are you sure you don’t want to go out and celebrate with the rest of your team?”

“I’m sure. I’d rather spend it with you and our friends than some big party.” you admitted and she smiled at you softly, pressing one kiss to her lips.

When you reached to the house you heard the loud music bouncing into the front yard. You smiled at the sight of your best friends dancing around in your living room. And you could smell the burgers your dad was grilling in the back.

“There she is, the champion of the hour!” Sam yelled as you entered the house.

You rolled your eyes before giving all of them a hug again. All of you laughing and smiling throughout most of the night. Rachel and Blaine set up the karaoke machine that Rachel got you for Christmas.

Everyone taking turns singing and laughing at how cheesy this was. You squeezed Quinn’s hand gesturing for her to follow you. You led her to your backyard where the pool was, placing your feet onto the edge. Letting the cool water lap over your feet. She followed your suit, resting her head on her shoulder.

Her hair was no longer in a high pony. Her blonde locks finally falling off her shoulders. You intertwined her fingers with yours, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Thank you.” you said to her.

“For what?” she asked.

“Always being there for me. Being my number one supporter. I couldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for you.” you confessed and she smiled.

“I’m always gonna be here.” she whispered back and you smiled proudly at her, kissing her softly.

Until you felt yourself being pushed into the pool. You could still feel Quinn’s hand intertwined with yours, so you know it wasn’t her. You resurfaced in the water and saw Finn and Puck standing there, giving each other a high five. But little did they know Mike and Sam were right behind them.

Everyone broke out into a pool fight, throwing each other in and messing around in the pool. Quinn wrapped her arms around you and you placed a kiss to the top of her head, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

[remuswriting]

hello !! can i request some hcs or one-shot for kageyama (or any character you want ) with a foreigner (canadian maybe ? i'm from canada !) bf ? i love your work, thank youuu !!!! •//v//•

Summary: Transfer student L/N Y/N meets Karasuno volleyball team through tutoring and Yachi

Pairing: N/A

Format: Heacanons

Warnings: None

Notes: I decided to do just Karasuno in general because I was struggling slightly with this (I have no idea why I struggled so much).  I’m not the proudest of this but I hope you like it.  Also, the language thing may not apply to everyone because I’m going based off my own experiences with learning Spanish and being around those who either don’t know English or know very little.

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You had just moved to Japan and even though you had been studying Japanese since your parents said you guys were having to move there; you struggled to talk to people.

The teachers were nice to you about it, understood how Japanese was one of the hardest languages for native English speakers to learn, and tried to find you a tutor.

Yachi appeared in your life like a ray of sunshine because she was one of the few at Karasuno that was pretty good with English, but she was so shy and anxious that it was hard to talk to her at first.

She’s tutoring you every other day and then she becomes the manager for the volleyball club and switched to only studying on the weekends.

That’s when you meet Kageyama and Hinata, who are struggling in English and Japanese kind of like you are (except you’re really good in English).

You join the study group easily, you and Hinata help each other with Japanese and English while Kageyama is writing down the answers you’re giving them.

When the study session is over, Yachi makes the comment that you didn’t stop to ask what someone had said once, which meant you were getting better with Japanese.

“Of course, I am.  I have the best tutor ever,” you said as he ruffled her hair and she gets all flustered at the contact.

Then she says she may not be able to tutor you anymore because of becoming the team manager and you start begging because she was the only first year that understood English good enough to talk to you.

“You could always convince Kageyama and Hinata to study with you, even though they may struggle to talk with you sometimes.”

It’s an idea that you don’t explore until you start really struggling with your summer homework.

You call Yachi, desperate for help and you can hear her sigh on the other line before she agrees.

Kageyama and Hinata are there too and they are telling you how smart you are because you’re so good at English.

“I was born in Canada.  English is my first language.”

The look on their faces and Hinata is then amazed at your Japanese while Kageyama just stares at you in awe.

“What’s volleyball like in English?” Kageyama asked and you laugh a little.

“I’ve actually never actually seen a volleyball match and only girls played it at my school,” you said and both Hinata and Kageyama just can’t believe it.

Instead of studying, you’re being bombarded with reasons why you should either watch a game or join the team.  Yachi is trying to calm them down.

“Hey, he could be busy!  Stop harassing him!” Yachi exclaims and is throwing her hands around all over the place.

“Don’t worry, Yachi.  It’s kind of adorable,” you said and neither of the freak duo understood what you just said because it was in English (which was on purpose).

One day after studying, Kageyama asks to speak to you and you are kind of excited but not because your Japanese isn’t the best outside of study sessions.

You blame your parents for only speaking English at home for the reason of struggling with Japanese when at school and attempting to make friends.

“L/N-san, you should come to one our practices,” Kageyama said and you just stare at him because it was unexpected.

“I can try, I just know nothing about volleyball.”

“I will teach you everything you need to know about volleyball,” Kageyama said and you just nod because you’re pretty sure it doesn’t matter if you said yes or no at this point.

You go to one of their practices after they get to move on to the November tournament and it’s kind of stressful in a way.  You’re impressed though.

You somehow get roped into going to practices nearly everyday with the promise of tutoring afterwards.

“Do you remember what that was called?” Kageyama asked and you just nod even though you kind of can but can’t say it aloud.

It’s like all those moments when you know what you want to say but you just can’t verbalize it.  This time it’s literally just the word ‘receive’

“Kageyama, stop harassing Y/N and get back to practicing,” Sugawara said and of course, Tobio listens.

You’re about to go over to Yachi when Suga stops you and you just look at him kind of scared and confused.

“I’m sorry about Kageyama.  You don’t have to come to practices for him though, no one will be upset.”

You would definitely stop going if you weren’t learning more slang Japanese from Tanaka and Noya or having Tsukishima correct you in a way kinder than you expected.

“It’s actually pretty cool watching you guys play,” you said with a smile and Suga chuckled before he walked off.

Noya suggests you become a manager because “you come to practice every day anyways.”

“He may not be comfortable with that because everyone we go against only speaks Japanese,” Tsukishima said nonchalantly. “Also, he probably doesn’t want to deal with your screaming.”

Tsukishima is right about being hesitant to join due to maybe not knowing enough Japanese to understand what’s going on all the time  You were pretty sure that you’d know what was going on at least 75% of the time.

“Y/N!  You came to practice again?” Kiyoko asked and you nodded, trying to figure out what you wanted to say.

“I really like the team.” There was more you wanted to say and you were getting nervous. “I don’t know some words in Japanese.”

“Oh, maybe try to explain them?  I’ll try to help.”

Kiyoko is a literal angel.

“You and Yachi.”

“Managers?” She asked with a weird look and you nodded.

“Manager is what I want to be.”

That was such a choppy sentence and you want to die from embarrassment. You want to tell her that you really are better with words.

“You want to join the team?” She asked and that was what you were trying to say but your brain wasn’t processing.

“Yes, that!”

Takeda doesn’t necessarily try to talk you out of it but tries to make you aware.

He explains how everyone around you may speak Japanese you understand and you can’t always ask what they mean, which you knew.  You didn’t grocery shop alone when you first got to Japan for that reason.

He also explains how late in the season it is to join, but you could if you really wanted to.

“You obviously know the best option for you and I can’t stop you from making that.”

Everyone on the team pretty happy you joined and Tanaka and Noya make sure to make a big deal out of the fact they’ll help you whenever you get confused.

Ennoshita then makes the comment that they would have to actually good at formal Japanese and English to really be of help, which deflates the two starters.

Surprisingly, enough Tsukishima is one that helps you most because he can tell when you’re trying to figure something out when others can’t.

Tanaka screams out “maji de” and looks frustrated, so you know he’s upset but you don’t know what to say to help if you don’t really know what he said.

“He said ‘seriously’ aka majime,” Tsukishima said as he took a drink out of his water bottle. “He’s pissed about something; I didn’t see what.”

You had never heard Tsukishima speak English until then and Hinata had once said he was a terrible tutor, but you’d disagree.

“Sorry, I won’t be at practice today I have to go to the doctor,” you said and Hinata got all wide eyed, even though everyone went to the doctor constantly in Japan.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just have to go for the.” The words were there and you knew them because your mom had told you them yesterday but what were they again?

“He’s going for his yearly checkup.”

Tsukishima saves the day again when Hinata would have probably just stared at you.

Yachi helps you understand the rules to the game better than if you would have tried to research it yourself and she even helps you make a notebook of the English terms (you had to look some of them up or ask your parents) to Japanese, which made it easier for you to learn.

[justanotherblonde23]

When Marcus Met the Doctor

Author’s Note: Hey there Internet friends! So my buddy @autumnleaves1991-blog had asked me for a follow up on my original Marcus Moreno story. She was wondering how Marcus met the future Dr. Moreno. It was in an ask, but I can’t find it to save my life. I’m posting this on my iPad because my laptop isn’t playing nicely today, so I apologize if the format seems a little odd. I’m still learning! I gave the reader a last name and a nickname so I didn’t have to use y/n but I didn’t give any descriptions about physical appearance, so I hope you’ll be able to see yourself here. Please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy - Kat

Warnings: swearing, single parenthood

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @madness-roses @bisexual-space-slut @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @cinewhore @revolution-starter @mrschiltoncat @softpedropascal @paniclana @jollyrancher87 @hdlynnslibrary @maybege @corrupt-fvcker @cyaredindjarin @scribbledghost @woakiees

Marcus was at his wit’s end. He’d been a single dad for all of three weeks after his wife decided that she wasn’t invested in being a mother or having a spouse that occasionally saved the world. What was he supposed to do with a kid that just turned 7, a two-month-old baby who started showing signs of powers, and a full-time job as one of the Heroics? He’d been up all night with the baby, Jules, because every time she woke up, she’d inadvertently started throwing things around the room...with her mind.

He had been around children with powers before, sure, but he had never encountered a child this young having powers begin to develop. Hell, his oldest, Missy, hadn’t even had her powers show up yet. He knew that each child was different, but this was way out of his league. He knew how to handle children; he loved children, especially his children. A powerful infant was not in his job description. He needed outside assistance, and he needed it yesterday.

It was a blustery Saturday, so he bundled himself and the kids up, making his way to Heroics HQ. There had to be someone there that could help. Walking into HQ was like walking into a completely different world. Uniquely powered individuals in multicolored hero outfits, scientists in lab coats, executives in suits, and a myriad of others all spent their time hustling and bustling through the gigantic building. In the middle of all this was Marcus, a dad in jeans, a grey V-neck, converse, and a leather jacket holding a bundled up super powered baby in the crook of his arm, with his hand gripping the small hand of his inquisitive little girl. He sighed, making his way to the building’s science and medical wing, trying to find the proper hallway and office number.

Finally, he found it, office 22A, the person who hopefully had the answers he needed for baby Jules. He knocked; he felt awkward just rushing in even though technically had an appointment. He hadn’t expected the door to be opened by the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid eyes on. She smiled kindly, gesturing for him to enter. He couldn’t help but take in her appearance as he guided himself and Missy into the office. She was dressed professionally, wearing a pencil skirt, blouse, and heels topped with a lab coat, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes shone with both care and enthusiasm; a soft smile graced her lips. He watched as she grabbed Missy’s hand, setting her up with toys in a corner filled with all sorts of things children loved. She was so gentle with the little girl, giving all of her attention to the child. Once Missy was situated and happily playing quietly, the woman turned her attention back to Marcus and Jules. She said something to him, but Marcus just stood there, blinking, a mixture of exhaustion and admiration rendering him speechless.

“Mr. Moreno?” a gentle voice inquired, her hand on his bicep snapping him out of his reverie.

Marcus blinked, shaking his head, willing himself to be in the present. “I’m so sorry, I’m completely worn out. Between work, the baby, and Missy, I’m just barely pulling through on my own. You can call me Marcus, by the way, Mr. Moreno just seems so formal.”

The kind smile was back as she led him to a couch at the back of the office, where they both sat down and got comfortable.

“So, Marcus, I hear that you are here to see me about your little one here. My name is Dr. Johnson, but mostly everyone around here calls me Iris. Please tell me what’s going on with the baby, and I can see what I can do for you.” She sounded so confident in her ability to assist him, not even knowing what the problem was yet.

“Iris? Is that your name?” Marcus accidentally wondered aloud.

The responding light laugh that Dr. Johnson gave him sounded like a perfect melody. “No, that’s not my name, just a nickname. One of my secondary abilities is a bit of telekinesis. When I activate that or my other abilities, my eyes turn well the color of irises, and the name just stuck.”

He nodded, absorbing the information while rocking Jules in his arms. She was dozing at the moment since this would ideally be her naptime. He studied her face, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know where to begin, how to ask for something he wasn’t sure there was a solution for. It hit him then how young she was. How was someone so young supposed to help him?

“I sense some hesitation in you. If you have questions or concerns, I’m happy to address them. I want to be able to help you, but to do that, you also need to trust me.”

Marcus shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be rude or demanding, but this was his baby they were talking about here. It was his job to keep Jules safe, it was just him now, and he couldn’t stand the idea of her in any type of danger simply because he couldn’t figure out what to do about her powers.

Iris put her hand on his, causing him to look back at her again.

“Yes, I’m quite young, I just turned 28 last month, but that doesn’t make me any less qualified to help you and your baby girl. My greatest ability is my mind. I have nine doctorates, working on more as we speak, which doesn’t include my medical degrees. I am a doctor of pediatric medicine, as well as a surgeon for both children and adults. I’ve worked on most of the heroically enhanced beings that work here, you included, although you were unconscious at the time. I invent most of the tech that you and your fellow Heroics use every day. Those katana blades of yours, those are my work. As a father, I know that you’re going to be hesitant to allow anyone to help your daughter, especially someone who is young, like me. I assure you, Marcus, that my young age is made up for by my vast set of experiences. I would argue that I’m the best suited for this job out of anyone. Please, let me help you so that you can take care of your children to the best of your ability. Give me a chance here; I promise you won’t regret it.”

He had been expecting her anger at his hesitance, not her understanding. He was sure that he was about to be yelled at for doubting her. Instead, she calmly explained exactly who she was and why she was his best bet. Fuck, she was brilliant and willing to help. He needed to give her a chance and let her see this through, no matter how nervous he was.

“Iris, I apologize; I shouldn’t doubt you or your abilities. I’m pretty new at this single dad thing, and I’m just trying to take care of them the best I can. I’ve been doing mostly consultant work from home, but that’s only a temporary solution. I just-,” his voice broke, tears filling his eyes.

A tear dripped down his face, but the doctor caught it with her thumb, smoothing it away. She had tears in her own eyes, threatening to overflow. She enveloped him in as firm of a hug as she could with baby Jules still in his arms, letting him lay his head on her shoulder and permitting him to feel. All his sorrow, worries, and fears flowed out of him through his tears. Fingers carded through his hair, a hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, her words of comfort whispered in his ear. Marcus, you’re not alone. There are people who want to help. It’s okay, let it all out. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but by the time he finished crying, he felt safe and cared for, something that he hadn’t felt in a while, not since far before his ex had left.

They spent the next half hour discussing what abilities Jules had exhibited so far, what Marcus’ concerns were, and what he needed to be a functional parent. He explained how the baby started showing signs of power less than a week after she was born, how she seemed to be able to move things with her mind, but that he wasn’t quite sure because, well, Jules was a baby and he was sure that she didn’t even realize she was doing it. He was worried because as time went on, the objects kept getting larger. Last night, somehow, she had moved the crib in front of the bedroom door when she woke up in the middle of the night for her bottle. He had ended up having to take the door off its hinges to even get into the room. Hearing his baby crying and not being able to get to her had scared him shitless. He’d ended up staying in the baby’s room all night to make sure nothing else happened.

As they talked, Jules had woken up and was beginning to fuss. Iris ended up taking the baby, giving her a bottle, and watching her abilities while still listening to Marcus. She was so good with little Jules, holding her, gently stroking her hair, whispering comforting words when she would get fussy. He saw books begin to float off the shelf in his peripheral vision, he got up to try and put them back, but Iris’ hand shot out, stopping him. She smiled up at him, raising a hand and pushing them back in place with her mind.

“I think I have something that will help.”

She stood up, still holding the baby, and went to her desk, grabbing a tiny silver cuff. She pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, bringing up various holograms all around the room. Marcus almost jumped out of his skin when she began to talk to an AI, sorting through her research until she found what she was looking for.

“This is my own design, it’s basically a bracelet that will contain Jules’ powers and abilities while she wears it. It’s waterproof, tamper resistant, and will only open with either your fingerprint or my own. As she grows, we’ll change the cuff size and lessen the suppression. When this little lady is old enough, the cuff will come off altogether and she will have full access to her abilities. The suppression will not cause her any harm or pain, I’ve made sure to try it on myself long term to be certain. This allows you to keep her safe without working yourself into exhaustion. We can meet a few times a month to assess her progress. This should help you all get into the groove of things, Marcus.”

He took the cuff, studying it, rolling it over in his hands. It felt like regular metal, nothing special. He titled it to see the inside. There were tiny sensors evenly spaced throughout and something that was blinking green. This was far beyond his paygrade as far as technology went. The fact that the woman in front of him invented this and was willing to use this to help ensure his baby’s safety was not lost on him. He was grateful that she had a solution, hopefully it would help.

“It won’t hurt her, right? I just want to make sure. Has this been studied long term? Are there any side effects?” he enquired, trying not to get too excited.

Iris shook her head as she lightly rocked Jules in her arms. “I’ve used this on myself, as well as some other children that have had their abilities show up a bit too early. I haven’t seen any drawbacks or side effects of the cuff so far, but I want to have you bring Jules in at least once every few weeks so that we can keep her closely monitored. You’ll also have my number, please feel free to contact me day or night if you have any concerns or if anything goes wrong. I’m here to help and it’s my main priority to make sure that this sweet girl can learn and grow safely, without the threat of her powers going awry. This problem is one that we can solve, Marcus.”

He nodded, her words were reassuring to be sure. Since he became a single father, he hadn’t really trusted anyone with the safety and wellbeing of his little girls besides himself. It was difficult to reach out and allow someone to help solve a problem when the one person he had trusted the most had shattered him. Iris was giving him a solution, she was asking for his trust in her and her science. He could do that for his kids, he had to.

Marcus handed her back the cuff, allowing her to delicately put it on Jules’ wrist. It didn’t even phase the baby one bit. She kept on as if nothing had changed at all. He let out the breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding. She seemed absolutely fine, content to be rocked in the good doctor’s arms. She handed her back to Marcus, allowing him to cradle his little one close.

The two adults scheduled baby Jules’ followup appointment for the next week so that they could see her progress and give Iris a chance to check the data and run some tests. They spoke for a few more minutes until Missy came up to get their attention.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

Iris got down on Missy’s level so that she could look her in the eye. “You did so well today, Missy. Thank you so much for playing quietly while your daddy and I talked about your baby sister. I’m very proud of you.”

Missy broke out in a huge grin, throwing her arms around the doctor’s shoulders.

“Will we get to see you again? Can I come and play here more soon?”

Iris returned the hug, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Your sister has another appointment here next week and you are more than welcome to come and play in my office again. It was very nice to meet you. I think your daddy will be taking you down to the cafeteria here for some lunch, how does that sound?”

Missy nodded enthusiastically, grabbing her father’s free hand and tugging him along.

“Thank you so much, Iris, I really appreciate all the time you’ve given us today.”

“The pleasure is mine, Marcus, really. I’m here to help.”

There wasn’t much more to be said as Marcus was dragged by Missy out the door and down the hallway, chatting about what type of lunch they were going to eat. The doctor stood in the doorway, watching the little family leave, happy that she could be of assistance. She liked Marcus, he seemed to love his children a great deal and was a good man.

As they got in the elevator, Missy’s sweet voice said, “Daddy, I like that doctor lady, she’s so nice. I hope we get to see her more. She’s so pretty!”

Marcus had to agree with his daughter, he liked Iris, too. He felt a tug in his gut telling him that he should get to know her more, that she was someone truly special. He decided then and there that he would try to make that happen.