#(my dads side of the family is all nerds.)

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[selfshipconfessional]

I'm considering a new crush. I've only ever had these kinds of feelings for Sheldon before, so it's strange to wonder if it's happening again. But he's such a good guy, it's almost hard not to feel that way, y'know?

I know you don't get many confessions, but I'm glad this space exists for those who need it. Thank you for keeping this running, I hope you're doing well.

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[molluskzone]

random fun facts while im thinking about it because my google drive is so disorganized rn that its easier to put it on tumblr

-eves parents arent using her childhood bedroom for anything, they just made her live into the basement when she moved back into their house for No Reason

-blake is named after William Blake (the artist). a wild choice considering blake was not a very popular name in 1985 (stats are mixed on this if you google it but out of the few people given this name nearly all of them were male until like. the 90s. LOL)

-eve was a psychology major before she dropped out

-out of the main 3 characters, two of them dropped out of high school and the other dropped out of college LMAO. none of these people are staying in school #fuckeducation

-if blake DID finish high school, she likely wouldve gone to college for computer science. if she was in her 20s in the current day she would 100% be a software developer but im not sure if this is the route she would take in 2005

-eve is more a collection of traits she was taught are desirable than an actual person

-post canon blake becomes a taxidermist once she decides to stop being a NEET. eve works in sales or something (cant go into detail because i. do not know. what goes on in Business Offices. what do you Do in sales jobs. i think she understands equally as much about the corporate world despite working in it). if isaac had lived past 22, he wouldve either stayed working random minimum wage jobs or become a car mechanic or something.

-blake hates shoes because shes #based I HATE SHOES I WOULD NEVER WEAR A SHOE AGAIN IF I COULD GET AWAY WITH IT. i have to live through her on this one. she only begrudgingly wears then in rainy weather or winters because wisconsin cold is no joke. same with coats

-isaac will be like "idk how i keep getting into Situations :/ i just try to mind my own business and try to keep my head down man why is this happening to me" *vandalizes public property* *attempts arson* *heckles important pillars of his local community* *gets blackout drunk in public* *loudly calls most of the general public morons for widely-held religious beliefs* *gets into physical fights with strangers* "anyways im just a chill guy"

-isaac doesnt have his own computer, he messages people by "borrowing" his roommates old macbook (specifically a powerbook g4 (aluminum)). eves parents have a family computer, but she also has a desktop setup in the basement (its just like. shittier. havent decided the exact specs yet) blake's family computer is in her room and she is basically the only one to use it (it is also a desktop).

[blueblossomrose]

I am absolutely IN LOVE with your twst parents series! The thought of seeing my boys getting their happy endings is so 😭😭😭

Can I please have more of Idia with his son 🥺 (I loved that his name is Orpheus, my heart fan of greek mythology 🙈

Thank you so much for the kind words! 😭 When this series started I expected it to have absolutely no repercussions, so when I saw the number of notes I was like 🤯

Of course, let's have dad Idia <3

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: fem!afab!mc, post-canon, family relationships, fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

When MC said she was pregnant, Idia fainted. Yes, his body went straight to the ground, motionless.

MC was like: 😨

When he woke up, it wasn't any easier to deal with the news.

He was scared and nervous above all else. The thought of not being a good dad, or worse, being a bad dad, was eating away at him inside.

After all, how can a damn nerd who works with computers all day like him be a good father? — yeah, he offended his own father by saying that and soon corrected himself.

MC continued to comfort him throughout this time. Of course, he would make mistakes at some point, nobody is perfect. But the important thing was to learn from the mistakes and love the child with all his heart.

He already love this child. He didn't know how to explain the feeling, of how he loves someone who hasn't even been born yet.

He would often talk to MC's belly at night, when she was already asleep. If she ended waking up, he would immediately get up, red with embarrassment, the tips of his hair slightly pink as he stammered an excuse. MC would just laugh and tell him to go back to talking to the baby, which he did after some hesitation.

After he held Orpheus in his arms for the first time, all his fears momentarily disappeared as if by magic.

He looked at MC, and then at Orpheus... and a tear of happiness fell. He never thought he would be allowed to have such happiness... but here he was. Having his happy ending from the fairy tales he read to Ortho when they were children.

He works hard to simply be there for you and the baby. He was like this before you were even pregnant, but the birth of Orpheus made him work even harder for this.

As Orpheus grew up, Idia began to trying teach him one of his hobbies: video games.

"Trying" is the key word. Idia acknowledges that he is not so good at explaining things that come so easily to him. But at least Orpheus seems to understand his father's quick thinking, even at such young age.

Idia soon realized that Orpheus took after his mother as the boy showed more of his personality.

Orpheus is an extroverted child, completely different from Idia, which left him slightly confused but not exactly surprised.

Orpheus definitely takes after Mrs. Shroud, Ortho, and MC's side of the family.

This difference between dad and son often causes comical and adorable scenes.

For example, once in a restaurant, when Idia's order came out wrong and he didn't want to go and change it at the counter. So, a nine-year-old Orpheus took his father's hand and dragged him to the counter, and then he went to the attendant and said:

"Excuse me, sir. My dad's order came out wrong. He asked for no salad. My mom said that dad is introverted, so let me say what he need, please."

Idia was behind, and he didn't know if he was embarrassed, or proud of Orpheus. Possibly both.

[icycoldninja]

Dating Vergil headcannons

-Vergil is undoubtedly a loving sweetheart. Yes, he has a grumpy side, but he truly loves you and cares for you however he can.

-Always protects you, be it from devils and grotesque monsters or a dog that happened to growl at you a little too much.

-Kinda gets overprotective like a dad over you whenever you get sick or injured, no matter how small the wound/illness is. He will immediately go into full parenting mode and wrap you up in a cocoon of blankets while worriedly feeding you soup and forcing bitter tasting medicine down your throat, or force you into a chair so he can dress and disinfect the wound as needed.

-Very jealous around Dante. Even though he knows that his brother would never attempt to steal you away from him, he can't shake that feeling; that nagging worry that perhaps you would fall for Dante's charms and leave him all alone.

-Of course, you'd never ever leave him, but Vergil's not the best at reading people, so he often needs to be told that.

-Shower this man in all the love and affection he deserves--you're the only one he'll ever allow to anyway.

-Calls you cute nicknames (but only in private) such as Babe, Dove, Sunlight, Sweetness, Queen, and My Motivation.

-Not good at expressing his affection through speech (bro I feel u) but excels at writing love letters to you, which he will never give to you in person--he'll just leave them lying around and hope you notice them.

-In order to escape teasing from Dante, he refuses to participate in any kind of PDA, no matter how small. He will, at the very most, hold your hand, but only when Dante is not around and if you ask nicely.

-Behind closed doors, however, things are entirely different. You will have yourself a living koala. He will latch onto you and never let go, using his huge frame to keep you pinned to whatever you happen to be lounging on, be it his plastic chair or your living room couch.

-Can't cook. It's a Sparda family curse. You are now tasked with the sacred duty that is producing a meal for this poor dude.

-Once a year, he undergoes his demon mating period--during this time, he gets really grumpy and cuts off all contact with everyone for like a month, the only exception is you.

-That's cause he needs you for something, if ya catch my drift. ;)

-Literally cold as ice, all the time. No matter how much you hold and snuggle him; no matter how many layers of clothes he wears, he's always cold.

-He doesn't feel it though, only you do, and because of that, he wonders why you always want to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him.

-Complete and utter NERD for books, movies, TV shows, anime and so on. Knows enough about these topics to write an entire wiki but unfortunately must suppress this knowledge to save himself from the agony that is Dante's taunts.

-If you happen to share the same interests as him, then good for you! You two can spend all day holed up at home, geeking out about literally everything like the soul mates you are. 💓

[fluentmoviequoter]

Mini Me

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!fem!reader

Summary: After giving birth to your twin boys, Tim is upset that they look just like you. He's momentarily distracted by a visit from the godparents, Angela Lopez and one of your best friends, who Tim only refers to as soldier.

Warnings: fluff! soft Tim! a quote from The Godfather, inspired by/based on the Modern Family scene in the request

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

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“It’s not fair, that’s all I’m saying,” Tim insists.

You hum, tilting your forehead toward the baby in your arms.

“They’re half of me,” Tim grumbles.

“Is he still upset they look just like you?” a kind nurse asks as she enters the room.

Tim huffs, and you smile as you give her a nod. She takes the baby from your arms and moves it to the nearby crib. You watch as she looks over your new baby boy.

“You know I’m not really mad, right?” Tim whispers at your side. “To be straight with you, I’m glad they’re mini yous. I mean, I’m not thrilled that they seem to like you more, but they did just spend a lot of quality time with you, I can understand missing that.”

Lifting the shoulder closest to him, you try to hide. Your shyness evaporates when Tim puts the second baby boy in your arms.

“We do good work,” Tim says, one hand on your shoulder while he brushes a finger over the younger twins’ cheek.

“You certainly do,” the nurse answers. “How are you feeling, Mom?”

“I’m okay,” you answer softly.

“Well, let me know if that changes or if this husband of yours gets too big for his britches.”

“I would never,” Tim replies, a dramatic hand raised to his chest. “She loves it when I tease her.”

“Yeah, she seems overjoyed. Press the call button if you need anything, hun.”

You smile as she leaves, purposefully avoiding meeting Tim’s eyes.

“Have my kids and immediately fall out of love with me.”

Tim’s tone lets you see his smile even though you’re looking in the opposite direction. Leaning back, you sigh when your cheek hits his arm. He’s been by your side throughout the pregnancy, but everything shifted when you went into labor. He still teases you constantly, but you’ve never seen him so happy.

“I need to take these beauties out for just a minute,” another nurse says, moving your twins into the cribs and rolling them out. “Just a quick checkup and they’ll be back. You also have some visitors; they’ll be in shortly.”

Tim thanks the nurses, taking your hand in his.

“Who’s coming?” you ask, glancing up at him.

Already looking at you, Tim smiles when he meets your eyes. “Angela and Wesley, Lucy, solider.”

“He has a name,” you point out. “And you were a soldier too.”

“I was better.”

“I, uh, I offered to let you choose both godparents,” you whisper.

“Hey, look at me,” Tim requests, brushing his fingertips over your jaw as you look up again. “I’m just teasing you. I- I’ve never been this happy, and I’m glad that you have someone like soldier to trust as the godfather.”

“Well, you can do anything, but never go against the family.”

“Nerd,” Tim jokes.

Closing your eyes, you hide again. Tim’s used to it, and his kind hand on your arm is an apology. Though you’re not sure he’s ever really been sorry.

“Are we in the right place?” Lucy asks, opening the door to your suite. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m great,” Tim answers.

“I don’t think she was talking to you,” Wesley interjects with a smile.

“Well you know it’s just emotional.”

“I’m also good,” you answer. “We have two little boys.”

“She’s happy ‘cause they look just like her,” Tim grumbles.

“Dodged a bullet,” Wesley jokes, nodding once in your direction.

“What are their names?” Lucy asks excitedly.

“We haven’t decided yet,” Tim explains. “We can’t narrow it down past three.”

“You can’t,” you correct under your breath.

“Tim, this is for you,” Lucy says, pulling a mug from her bag.

“Best dad?” Tim reads.

“Yeah, I bought it for my dad, but Tamara wouldn’t let me give it to him, said it wasn’t true or something.”

“Wow. Uh, thank you... I think.”

“How was your vacation, Wesley?” you ask. “Sorry Angela cut it short when I called.”

“We were happy to come back. I’m pretty sure we’d tried every restaurant in a five-mile radius of the hotel anyway.”

“Hey, everybody,” your first (and favorite) nurse calls.

“Where are the babies? I want to see them!” Lucy exclaims.

“The godparents wanted to do something; they’ll be right in.”

“This is so much worse than I thought.” Tim sighs, running a hand over his jaw.

The nurse turns the light off and presses a button on a phone, 'The Circle of Life' from The Lion King filling the room. Tim sighs again, lightly squeezing your hand.

Angela and your best friend, whom Tim (lovingly) calls soldier, enter in matching robes, each carrying a baby.

“I love this!” Lucy whispers, clapping her hands over her chest.

Stopping at the end of your bed, Angela and soldier wait for the nurse to turn on a flashlight to hold the babies up, imitating the scene when Simba is lifted over the rock.

“Where did they get the matching robes?” Wesley asks.

“They’re so beautiful,” Lucy gushes, rushing to Angela to meet the babies.

Tim’s hand moves to your shoulder when he sees your tears. You never imagined being this happy and lucky to have friends and family who care about you and treat your children as their own. Leaning your cheek on Tim’s hand, you smile as you watch Lucy and Wesley take your sons.

“Your dad is probably gonna buy you dog beds, but I’ll be the best aunt you could dream of,” Lucy tells the older twin.

“I can hear you, boot,” Tim calls, not moving away from you.

“You’re next, huh?” Angela asks Lucy.

“Oh, no, please don’t,” Lucy begs.

“Soldier,” Tim greets, shaking his hand before walking from you to hug Angela.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Of course. Nothing I wouldn’t do for my best friend and her babies, and the guy that helped make them.”

You chuckle at him, offering your hand. “Where did you get the robes?”

“Oh, that wasn’t me. Angela had them made when you asked us to be the godparents; been carrying them around since then.”

Glancing at Angela, she doesn’t look away from the baby in her arms to say, “Hey, it pays to be prepared. Lucy’s just lucky I’m not in the same realm as her, she wouldn’t stand a chance if I was an aunt, too.”

“That’s not fair,” Lucy accuses.

“And labeling yourself as an aunt to my kids is?” Tim asks.

“I didn’t label myself, it’s basic relations. You tolerate me, which is practically an acknowledgement that I’m family.”

“I- why do I even bother?” Tim asks himself.

“No one knows,” Angela and Lucy answer together.

“You’re going to let them talk to the father of your children like this?” Tim pouts as he looks at you.

“Man, you’re begging for me to get in on this,” soldier adds, shaking his head. “There’s a reason they’re already mama’s boys.”

“Don’t start with me, soldier.”

“You do know I’m going to be around more because I’m the godfather, right?”

Tim points at you before you can quote the movie again. After Lucy trades babies with Wesley and Angela moves to talk to the one in Wesley’s arms, Tim returns to your side.

“I think you’re right about the names,” Tim admits as he holds your hand between his.

“Yeah, about that…” Wesley begins.

“This is ‘Boot’ because he’s a kicker, and this is ‘Tiny Tim’ because he grumbles like you,” Lucy explains, pointing to the twins as she gives them nicknames.

“You nicknamed my kids after the term for rookies and a sick kid? You’re a terrible aunt,” Tim replies.

“Tim,” you warn quietly.

Everyone silences, looking between you and Tim with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” Tim says (reluctantly and begrudgingly).

“She’s right, though, he acts just like you,” you tell Tim, kissing his knuckles quickly.

“Can you survive two of me?” Tim asks.

“As long as you don’t tease both versions of me.”

Angela, Lucy, Wesley, and soldier talk to your babies, and you look on with a smile. Tim was right: you did good work.

[katyawriteswhump]

fallen angel (steddie holiday drabble/bingo)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 15 prompt, “ornament;” @steddiebingo prompt, “candle;” @whumpcember day 15 prompt, ‘broken glass.”

WC: 988 Rating: T; CW: none. Tags: fluff, angst, established steddie, flashbacks to less happy childhoods, happy ending.  Summary: Steve and Eddie discover a sad moment in their pasts that intertwined and turned surprisingly magical in the present…

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“We agreed we weren’t doing the c-word, Eddie.”

Steve had gotten in from a late shift at Family Video. Robin had made him eat forfeit candy every time somebody complained Die Hard wasn’t in stock. He felt kinda icky and grouchier than ever over seasonal bullshit.

“We’re not, Babe.” Eddie rummaged in a box, retrieving something that suspiciously resembled a tinselly garland—though chewed by generations of hungry mice.

Steve nearly bitched, Unless you’re gonna tie me up with that sparkly shit, please remove it before I stuff it down your throat.  Then he realized. It was THE box, which contained all Eddie had from his childhood. He kneeled at Eddie’s side, hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Mom used to wear the garland to dance at midwinter. She was a total flowerchild.” Eddie placed it back carefully. “Stevie, can I show you something? If you hate it, you never have to see it again.”

“Okay.”

Steve slid his arms around Eddie. He’d put up with most shit, if snuggles accompanied it. Eddie definitely gave off ‘need-more-snuggles’ vibes. Steve lifted Eddie’s hair, nibbling kisses beneath, while Eddie raised a crude clay ornament from the box’s depths.

An angel.

A childish painted angel, with a niche for a candle, that’d been broken and painstakingly glued back together.

Steve’s angel.

His heart gave a thunderclap then raced insanely.

“Wow… I never thought… Oh my fucking God.”

…

Twelve years ago

On the final day before winter break, the entire school was in the sports hall—supposedly doing crafts, though truthfully having a mass clay-fight.

Steve, however, liked clay modelling. Following the lead of fellow ‘non-nerd’ Chrissy—who also wanted to make rather than break something—he sat down at the ‘nerd’ table. Also following Chrissy’s lead, he began modelling an angel candle-holder.

Tommy H said only girls and weirdos made ornaments. Steve didn’t care. Even when Tommy chucked clay at him and it stuck in his hair. Even when that Munson freak came to chat with Chrissy and smirked at him.

He was making the angel for his mom, who liked everything clean, white and perfect. She’d like angels, right?

That evening, he waited till she’d stopped yelling about the clay on his clothes and in his hair. They were waiting for Steve’s babysitter, and she seemed in a good mood, so… “Mommy, I made this for you.”

She stared at it. Actually, through it. “Heavens. Is that why you ruined a brand-new sweater.”

The phone rang. Steve twitched his face, sniffed.

He was still holding out his angel like an idiot, when his mom told him the babysitter was sick. “We can’t let the Wheelers down. You’ll have to take care of yourself.”

The door closed. Steve’s face burned as if slapped. He stared at the angel—her brown splotchy eyes, her wonky pink smile. He’d not even put a candle in her. She was as idiotic and unlovable as he was.

He opened his hand and watched her smash on the parquet floor.

He ran to his room without picking up the pieces, though it’d get him in deep shit. He was burying his dumb tears in his pillow, when his worst nightmare got real—the one that always haunted him when his parents left him alone.

The crash of a breaking window.

…

Eddie’s dad called the posh folks’ party season ‘Santa’s giveaway.’ Tonight, Eddie learned why.

It was child’s-play to spot the empty houses—if the parents had left snot-nosed brats with babysitters, there’d be at least one light on. Trouble was, the locks got more sophisticated each year, forcing Al Munson to go ‘old school.’

Smash a window. Send a kid through to go open the door from inside.

There Eddie was, scrambling through, trying not to gash his knee on the broken glass. “It’s kinda Dickensian,” his pa said, “The old ways are sometimes best, son.”

Screw you, thought Eddie, skidding onto the polished floor. He tiptoed forward till his foot, and his torch-beam, struck something on the boards.

Huh?

A clay candle-holder, like Chrissy’s. But this wasn’t Chrissy’s angel. It was Harrington’s.

Eddie had never seen Harrington so serious about anything other than sport. He’d snickered, though admired the younger kid’s geek-like devotion to his art, wondering if Harrington might not always be such an a-hole.

He carefully picked up the broken pieces. It made him sad, somehow.

“Eddie,” Al hissed through letterbox. “Hurry the fuck up, kid.”

Eddie stuffed the angel in his pocket and opened the door.

…

Eddie held out the angel, watched Steve’s eyes stretch wide. Breath bating—and not actually looking like he wanted to punch Eddie—he took it.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. “The night I broke this, we got burgled! I figured it was lost in the clear-up. I mean, I was there alone, hiding under my bed. I had nightmares for…” He trailed off, hazy eyes focussing, laser-sharp, on Eddie. “How the hell did you..?”

Eddie spilled it all. He held Steve’s hand, thumb gently caressing, as they literally put the pieces together.

“I can’t believe your dad made you do that,” breathed Steve, engulfing Eddie in a clingy hug. Eddie was so relieved. The burglary was the only secret he’d kept from Steve, and Steve was sweet and cool about it. They also both understood a little more about why they were both slightly allergic to the c-word. “One thing I don’t get,” said Steve, “why did you keep it?”

“Truthfully? I wanted to model something too, but was too busy fooling around. Oh, and had nobody to give it too. Keeping it was totally crazy, apart from…” Eddie plastered a teasing, wet kiss on Steve’s lips. “Hey, all those years I thought you were a dick? Seems I was secretly carrying a candle for you after all.”

Steve’s smile spread slowly and showered starlight through Eddie’s world. “Yeah? Well, after all these years, I’ve discovered I made her for somebody I truly love.”

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zero pressure tag: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[dragonfly0808]

Tecna: The Thesis

This one has been a long time coming I know

First Things First

The first words I have for Tecna in my character profiles are tech nerd child, but she has so much more depth than that, even more than I’d ever originally planned

One of the things I really wanted to get across with Tecna is that is not and has never been an ice queen or unfeeling or cold, just bad with communication and her way of showing affection is atypical

While writing s1, I wrote her as autistic coded but was very hesitant to confirm her as autistic since I really did not want to accidentally write her autistic traits in an offensive or just misrepresentative way, but, after seeing my portrayl of her landed well with a lot of commenters who were part of the autistic community, I decided to do my research and properly commit to portraying her as autistic (whilst of course, never making it her full personality, just a part of who she is)

To me, Tecna is one of the most compelling characters to write, since she has a huge heart and holds a lot of love for her family and the Winx and, over the course of the seasons, we see her get better at communicating that whilst never forcing herself to conform or change to do it the ‘normal’ way

Family Matters

Aside from Riven, I think Tecna is the one who benefited the most from the changes I made to her family

I gave her a big sister and a little brother as well as loving parents who raised them all in a farm on the domestic side of Zenith, that focuses on farming and crops

After I committed to writing Tecna as autistic, I chose to portray nearly her entire family as neurodivergent, her dad is autistic and has ADHD, her mom has dyspraxia, her brother has ADHA as well as dyspraxia, her big sister being the only neurotypical one

The reason for this was because i wanted to portray her parents as always has taking Tecna’s needs/triggers into account and accommodate for all of their childrens needs and never try to change who they are; this is why from the get go, Tecna is unapologetic about who she is and what she needs, having never once been taught or pushed to mask.

Tecna in the OG always had a sense of absolute confidence and in my mind, giving her an understanding family who always embraced her as she was would be a great way of explaining why that is.

Also, I just really wanted to give her a loving, fluffy family since so many other families in the rewrite have issues and problems

SPOILERS FROM HERE FOR SEASON 3, THE OMEGA ARC AND SEASON 4 PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP!!!

A Frozen Loss

Now, from the moment I knew I was going to rewrite s3, I knew the Omega Arc was going to be one of the hardest and angstiest to write

i feel like both in the OG and in the fandom, Tecna can often be underrated and underused and I wanted to take the chance to show why I love this character so much and how she is an integral part of the group and there is no Winx without Tecna

In a sense, yes, Tecna is the brains of the group, she is the strategist and the one who comes up with a 27 step plan and the tech genius. But she is also the glue. She’s probably one of the most loved characters in the group, every single one of the girls and the boys have a very special and unique bond with Tecna, partially because of her odd way of showing affection and love

When Tecna cares about someone, she shows it even if she doesn’t always know how to say it, everyone knows it and loves her for it.

The Omega Arc also gave me a chance to show how resilient and smart Tecna is. Like I mentioned, she’s a strategist and a chronic overthinker and our girl doesn’t know how to back down, she’s determined and a survivor.

After the Omega Arc; surviving by herself for a week in a hostile planet and losing both her right leg and left hand, there is of course a huge shift in her character.

I chose to have her lose limbs to fully push how traumatic and life-changing the Omega Arc is not just to Tecna, but to all the Winx. After Omega, Tecna becomes a bit more comfortable with physical contact and starts to question her priorities and what she wants with her life… which leads us to-

Potential Can be Suffocating

One thing I thought I could do with Tecna was to have her shift her priorities when it comes to her plans for the future, going from being determined to be a buisness woman to realizing that she, while she still wants to be successful, it’s no longer all she wants

I think we all know how damaging hustle culture can be sometimes and, to incorporate smth a bit more personal, as someone who was always seen as ‘the smart one’/‘the one who’s gonna maintain us’ in the family amongst the cousins, I’ve felt the looming pressure of being the one in the family with the most ‘potential’. And as I’ve grown up, I’ve kinda realized that I don’t really want to throw myself into being solely dedicated to becoming this big buisness person like- obviously I want to be successful and be able to provide for myself, but I also want to have time for my writing and my family and myself, and I wanted to give this same kind of quiet realization to Tecna

For Tecna, it’s herself who puts on this pressure since, as a little girl she started seeing the modern side of Zenith as ‘superior’ in her mind and really wanted to leave the farm life to become exclusively focused on buisness, but as she grows up and, especially after Omega, she realized she wants to stay close to home and wants a quieter life, she still wants to be successful and to change the world, but it’s not all she wants anymore

Not sure if I explained that last point as well as I wanted to.

Thoughts Behind Her Main Relationships

Tecna

I love Tecna and Musa, they are very much a friendship between unconventional girls who don’t always come across as they mean to.

They both struggle to make friends for different reasons but the second they meet they realize that they are quite similar and so never push each other outside of their comfort zone at first and that’s what allows them to become close enough to then push one another.

Musa gets what makes Tecna tick and makes sure that she’s comfortable, she makes sure she gets her alone time and makes sure she doesn’t get overwhelmed.

Tecna gets that Musa doesn’t want to talk about herself so instead gets her to open up about her music.

And it’s through this that they start to trust one another and by s2 we see them knowing each other well enough to keep the other from spiraling.

When Tecna’s confused about her feelings for Timmy, it’s Musa who reminds her that it’s okay to not be ready for a relationship. And when Musa and Riven first kiss, it’s Tecna who suggests they take it slow since she knows how skittish they can both be.

At this point, they push one another when they need to.

They are crucial to each other’s growth.

Timmy

Now, my darlings, my softies, my introverted nerdy lovers

I know a lot of you were like- what the fuck do you mean they’re still not dating? Towards the start of s4 but I really wanted them to actually take their time before getting together

Timmy has a crush on Tecna since s1 and it’s in s2 where Tecna falls for Timmy slowly but surely, being a bit confused about her feelings since this is the first time she’s ever fallen in love. They have a talk and decide that neither are really ready for a relationship, Tecna because she’s still learning to communicate and just doesn’t feel ready in general, Timmy due to his anxiety and desire to work on himself before trying for a relationship

Once the feelings are out in the open, they are a lot less shy about being affectionate towards each other, since they know they’re headed for a relationship someday.

After Omega, any subtlety goes out the window for a bit, but they still aren’t official since, they really just- they know what they feel and what they have, that’s enough for them throughout s3, especially with everything going on (the song Tell Em by Sabrina Carpenter I feel really encapsulates how they feel about having a concrete label)

But now in s4, they are finally going to be dating and… honestly not much will change. That’s what I love most about Tecna and Timmy, they’re best friends in love. They act like best friends… who ocasionaly kiss. Love it!

Nabu

Now, Tecna was the last Winx to get her platonic soulmate, and I really loved introducing Nabu into the story through Tecna

These two just click from the very start, they are both have quite cool and calm demeanors that hide the ocasional gremlin behavior beneath the surface

They are each other’s impulse control and they trade a singular brain cell back and forth (Tecna has it most of the time).

I’m not really sure how to describe their relationship since, there are just some people in life with whom you just click for absolutely no reason, they just make sense to you in a way that very few people do, these two click and just want to hang out and protect one another

Who is Tecna in this Rewrite?

In this rewrite, Tecna is a young girl who isn’t the best at communicating

She is a girl who slowly grows, not in the sense that she changes, but in the sense that she grows into herself, learning more about herself, slowly learning how to communicate her love and care

The only thing that truly shifts are her priorities as she realizes just how important her family and friends are to her and, whilst she is a very ambitious girl and that doesn’t change, instead it is re-directed into… I actually can’t quite say how it is re-directed quite yet since that won’t be revealed until a lot later on

But my fave way of describing Tecna is just a girl growing into herself, into her love, into her hobbies, into her ambitions and into a wonderful woman.

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Masterlist

Tecna Moodboard

Tecna’s Instagram

Tecna and Musa Moodboard

Tecna and Timmy Moodboard

Tecna and Nabu Moodboard

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I know this one has been a long time coming, I apologize for the delay I just could not for the life of me put this into words, but here it is!!!

[jkriordanverse]

Candy Salad trauma dumping but it's The Crows + some others

Wylan: Hi i'm Wylan and when my dad found out I was dyslexsic he tried to get me to learn how to read and when that didn't work he tried to kill me in a canal. Oh, I brought M&Ms *dumps in bowl*

Kaz: do I have to do this? This is mandatory? Okay...

Kaz: Hi i'm Kaz and when I was nine my dad died in a plough incident and my brother and I had to move onto the streets and we got scammed by this ugly, demonic, terrible-

Nina: hurry up

Kaz: who took all our money and my brother died. I brought Sour Patches. *dumps in bowl*

Nina: Hi so my name is Nina and when I was training as a Grisha i accidently wandered where i wasn't supposed to go and I was hauled onto a ship full of racist and cruel men who probably were going to kill me. I brought Trolli btwwwwwwww :D *dumps in bowl*

Inej: Hi i'm Inej and when I was fourteen I was captured by Slavers and sold into a pleasure house where I was supposed to work at the Menagerie as an "indenture" but turns out she actually charges you for food and drinks and everything so there was actually no way outttttttt unless you become rich which is also impossible because she takes that away and beats you up if you keep anything gifted away from her. I brought Skittles. *dumps in bowl*

Jesper: Hi i'm Jesper and when I was young my mother died using her Grisha powers to save a girl so my father discouraged me from using my powers and when I was fifteen I left to attend university in Ketterdam but then I got into ✨gamblinggggggg✨and joined a gang because Kaz saved me from getting beaten up. Oh, and I have ADHD. I brought Nerds. *dumps in bowl*

Matthias: Hi i'm Matthias and when I was young some Inferni killed my family so i joined the druskelle and turns out they were also really really bad and i got locked into prison for some time where I was forced to fight against a holy symbolism of my religion. I brought marshmellows. *dumps in bowl*

Kuwei: Hiii bitches I'm Kuwei and when I was 15 or so i was captured and my father was killed on the frontier and later I got taken away by Fjerdannnnnnnssssss where I was taken as prisoner and forced to pretend I had a drug to enhance and control Grisha powerssssss. I am Grisha btw LOLZ. Also I brought Haribos. Hope you like it.

Zoya: Hi my name is Zoya and when I was a kid I used to try and gain her affection by giving my shares of food to her and studying extra hard but then when I was nine she tried to sell me to a man over triple my age. I brought kit kats. *dumps in bowl*

Genya: Hi i'm Genya and this creepy weird dude called the Darkling gifted me to the queen when I was young and I caught the king's attention and i got sexually abused because turns out he was a pedophile so i started rubbing poison on my body to poison him but i was on the wrong side- I brought jellybeans. *dumps in bowl*

Bonus: Zoya: Hi my name is Zoya and when I was a kid I used to try and gain her affection by giving my shares of food to her and studying extra hard but then when I was nine she tried to sell me to a man over triple my age. I brought kit kats. *dumps in bowl* Genya: Hi i'm Genya and this creepy weird dude called the Darkling gifted me to the queen when I was young and I caught the king's attention and i got sexually abused because turns out he was a pedophile so i started rubbing poison on my body to poison him but i was on the wrong side- I brought jellybeans. *dumps in bowl*

[snapghoul]

More Seresin twin head cannons

I have been consumed by these two, they live in my head rent free, like I need a fic now.

✦ The Seresin twins grew up on a ranch, they have one older sister, Sophia.

✦ All through elementary and high school, Tyler was picked on because he was a weather nerd. He regularly went to the science clubs and was very outspoken about his knowledge in class. Jake was a popular kid, he played all kind of sports and everyone liked him. Jake has broken two of his teammates noses when they made nasty comments about Tyler to his face, that’s his brother and no one makes fun of him but Jake.

✦ Jake and Tyler regularly mess with their parents and family, they purposefully swap clothes to confuse them. They did it all the time when they were kids.

✦ Their parents color coded them, Jake was blue and Tyler was orange. They don’t realize it but they still use those colors to identify their stuff.

✦ Tyler sucks at video games, his hand eye coordination is not the best. Jake is way too good at video games to the point he’s accused of cheating.

✦ Jake swears he was born first, Tyler disagrees. When they ask their mom, she honestly doesn’t remember who was who. It’s an ongoing argument.

✦ Tyler texts pictures of the Wranglers on the field to Jake and Jake shares pictures of the Dagger squad.

✦ They are very competitive at darts.

✦ Tyler broke the passenger side window to their Dad’s truck when he shoved Jake into it, trying to stun him when they were wrestling for shot gun.

✦ The baseball hat Tyler wears in the film came from a town Jake was stationed at when the family visited him for the first time. Jake’s watch was given to him by Tyler when he graduated flight school.

✦ Jake met Kate and immediately approved, he then made fun of Tyler about how smitten he is.

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 10

Author's note: You don't want to miss Friday's chapter 👀

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Masterlist

Surprise! I'm alive, I survived the night! And here is how it went.

After saying goodnight to Pedri, it took me like five minutes to fall asleep. I was shattered after the day we had had, but I must confess I had never fallen asleep so fast while sharing a bed with someone and having them that close. I had done it with my sisters, Carla, Vic, some of my childhood friends… And I had never felt as comfortable as I did with him. Though at one point throughout the night something must have happened to make us change our position, because when Fer woke him up, we weren't spooning anymore.

Pedri was back to laying on his back like when he had first gotten in bed, and I had turned around and was hugging him with basically half my body on top of his, one of his arms wrapped around me while the hand of the other held mine. That was what Fer had seen when he had woken him up to move to the other bed.

“Pedri… Pedri, wake up” he whispered. “Pedri, I'm leaving, c'mon.”

“What?” he mumbled.

“You have to move to the other bed, I'm leaving. And if mum finds you like this…”

“I'll go in a minute” he said, hugging me a bit tighter.

“Pedri, I know you are very comfortable like that, but you need to move. Now” Fer said, trying to untangle us.

“What are you doing?” I protested.

“Inés, you need to let go of him.”

“Why?”

“Because if our mum walks in and finds you sleeping together on the same bed, she'll cut his dick and you won't be able to enjoy it anymore.”

“What the fuck, Fer?” Pedri said, sitting up so fast that he pushed me to the other side of the bed, making me almost hit the wall as I rolled. “Shit, Inés. Are you ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Don't worry” I said before curling up and dozing off again, barely understanding what Pedri and his brother were whispering about. Though I'm pretty sure it had to do with what Fer had said about me enjoying Pedri's… churro.

After that I don't know for how long I slept, probably a few more hours. But when I woke up, Pedri was gone. Though not really, because he was in the kitchen, a familiar smell welcoming me as I walked in.

“Are those… Did you make us churros for breakfast?”

“Good morning to you too, Inés” he chuckles. “And no, I didn't. It was my mum. She stopped earlier and brought us a bunch she had saved for us from the ones she always makes for the bar.”

“Oh, that's so nice of her. May I?” I say, nodding towards the plate that is sitting on the table.

“Of course” Pedri smiles. “Let's see who makes the best churros in the family.”

“So much pressure” I smile before giving one a bite, the most… inhuman and definitely unholy noise leaving my mouth.

“I think my mum wins” he laughs. 

“What?” 

“You didn't make that noise when you tried mine, Inés. Though hopefully, one day…” he says as he moves to stand behind me, his hands resting on my waist. “I'll do something that will make you repeat that noise. And louder” he whispers in my ear before leaving the kitchen and me about to burst into flames. 

Bloody hell, Pepi. 

Bloody. Hell.

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“Pedri, Inés. I hadn't seen you there” his dad says.

“Wonder why” he chuckles, looking around the bar. It is packed with people, both at the counter and sitting on the tables. 

“Do you want something to drink?” 

“Fer already got us a couple of beers, don't worry” he smiles.

“New round of bravas!” Pedri's mum says, from the kitchen's door. “Oh, hello there” she smiles at us. “How was the tour?”

“It was great l” I smile back.

The tour had consisted on Pedri taking me to some of his favourite places in the city, like the park where he and his friends used to play all the time as kids, the spot where they used to meet as teenagers, or his school. Yes, one of his favourite places is his school.

Turns out that our Pedri is a little nerd, and he loved going to school and not only because he got to hang out with his friends like was my case. He liked it because he loved learning. 

According to what he told me, he would ask his teachers to send him extra homework to do during school breaks to not get bored. He would sit on a table at the bar with all his notes, books and pens, and spend hours there while his parents worked. He even showed me a photo of him when he was like 10 doing exactly that, a Pokémon pen in one hand and a Cacaolat on the other, a chocolate mustache from his drink adorning his face while he smiled from ear to ear. It was the cutest thing ever.

“Mum, do you need help in the kitchen?” Pedri asks her.

“I actually do, yes” she sighs. “But you are on holidays and…”

“It's ok, don't worry” he chuckles. 

“And Inés?”

“I can also help.”

“No” Pedri and his mum say at the same time. “You are our guest, Inés” she says. “We can't have you working for us.”

“But I can't just stay here watching you all struggle to attend everyone while I could be doing something useful like… I don't know, cleaning the tables.”

“I will not have you cleaning tables, Inés. You are a football star!” Pedri's mum says.

“And you are too kind, because I'm nowhere close to being a star” I reply with a shy smile. 

“Yet” Pedri winks next to me. Oh, God. Why did he have to do that? I'm trying to convince his mother to let me help them, I can't get distracted!

“Mum, we are running out of tortilla. Oh, hey there” Fer smiles, looking at me and Pedri. “Nice to see you are in one piece, Pepi” he smirks.

“Mum, will you let me help you with that or not?” he says, ignoring his brother.

“Ok, fine” she sighs. “Do you know where your apron is?”

“You have your own apron?” I gasp. “What about them being for the weak?” I tease him.

“What?” his mum says with a confused look.

“Nothing, it's just a joke between us” Pedri quickly says. “And Fer, while I'm in the kitchen, don't let her help you. She is our guest, she isn't here to work.”

“Urgh” I groan.

“I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry” he says as Pedri leaves. 

“I just want to help cleaning some tables, Fer. It's nothing!”

“Like he said, you are our guest, Inés. We can't have you do that.”

“Urgh” I groan again. 

“But you could do something for me” he smirks.

“Something like what?”

“If I give you an address, can you go pick up Pedri's birthday present for me? I don't know if I'll have time today with closing here and then getting ready for my parents’ anniversary party.”

“May I ask what did you get him?”

“May I ask what did you get him?” he smirks again.

“You'll see it tomorrow.”

“Then so will you. You just have to go to the post office to get it.”

“What if I get lost?”

“I'll put the address on your phone, don't worry. And here, take the keys to our house. You have to hide the box in the closet we have behind the main door.”

“Why there?” I ask him, taking the keys and handing him my phone.

“Pedri never checks it. He's been scared of it since I locked him inside when he was three.”

“Fernando!” I gasp.

“We were playing hide and seek, ok?”

“You and your hide and seek games” I chuckle, remembering the anecdote about Pedri getting stuck under a bed.

“Ok, here you go” Fer says, giving me my phone back. “You are the best sister-in-law ever, Inés” he smiles, kissing my cheek before going back to work and leaving me opening and closing my mouth like a fish.

Best sister-in-law? What?

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“Your drink, my lady.”

“Thank you” I smile, taking the beer Pedri is giving me before sitting down next to me. “Tonight has been perfect, hasn't it?”

“It has, yes. And all thanks to you.”

“Me?” I chuckle.

“Yes, you. I would not be here tonight celebrating my parents if you hadn't bought me that plane ticket, and my speech would have not been so good without your words.”

“My words?”

“What you told me about my parents when I told you about Nerea's. That they wished they had a family like mine and a relationship like theirs. That got me thinking, and it inspired me to say what I said.”

“Mum, dad. You know I've always looked up to you, that I've always said that when I grow up, I want to be like you. And now that I am growing up and considered an adult by some” Pedri said, making the guests laugh. “I've realized that, one day, I also want a relationship like yours. One where, after twenty-five years of being married, I still am completely in awe of the person I love, wondering how it is possible that they are real and that they have chosen to spend their life with me. One where I find myself dancing in the kitchen on a Sunday morning to no music, giggling and whispering cheesy things that will make my kids gag” he smiled. “I want to find someone I can love and be loved by the way you love each other. Because I've realized that your love and what you've built with it… our family… makes us the richest and luckiest people in the world. Not those who have a yacht or a mansion in Ibiza. No. We are the lucky ones, and I would not change us, this family, for anything. I love you.”

“To me, then” I smile, raising my beer.

“To you” Pedri smiles back, doing the same. After that we just sit in a comfortable silence, neither of us saying anything while we watch his parents dance through the big windows of the venue where they had thrown the party, laughing and smiling at each other like two teenagers in love. 

“Are you cold?”

“Uh?”

“You are shivering, Inés” Pedri says, taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. 

“Oh, thank you” I smile, putting it on while trying to not look like a creep and get caught smelling it. Have I ever mentioned that he smells amazing? Like, more than once, I've been tempted to ask him about the perfume he wears to buy it for myself. Which would be kind of weird if I did, to be honest.

Also, can we talk about the fact that he has let me borrow his jacket like people do in movies? Because he is wearing a suit. A freaking suit. You should have seen my face when I saw him walking into the bathroom while I was doing my makeup to ask me if he should wear a tie or not. 

“So, what do you think?” he said. “Tie or no tie?”

“I… I…” I mumbled, looking at him from head to toe, holding onto the sink as if my life depended on it. Which probably did, because if I let go, I would probably faint and end up hitting my head against it and… “No.”

“No tie?”

“No tie. And leave the shirt like that.”

“Unbuttoned?” he said, looking down at it.

“Yes, unbuttoned” I repeated, the bit of skin that you could see being more sexy than if he was standing topless in front of me. Well, no. Maybe that's an exaggeration. But it was having the same effect on me.

“I should have brought a different dress, something with long sleeves. But I didn't expect it to get this chilly at night even if it is November” I say.

“You need to come more often to get used to it” he chuckles.

“I think I do, yes. I love it here” I smile, looking at him.

“And I love that you love it here” he smiles back. 

“Maybe we should stay forever.”

“What?” Pedri laughs.

“Yeah, like… Forget about uni and Barça. Let's just move here and open that restaurant I told you about. We can use the money I've saved and…”

“Inés, you sound like someone who has it all planned” he laughs again.

“What? No, no, no” I quickly say, thanking that it is dark enough for him to not see the colour of my face. Because I have it all planned and have dreamt about that life more than once. About us running our own business and being happy together in Tenerife. “It's just the beer. I think this will be the last one tonight, I've had enough.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “Though I like your idea, you know?”

“You… you do?”

“Yeah” he smiles, making me feel butterflies in my stomach. Or at least I hope they are butterflies and not the beer threatening to go up again. 

“Oh, there you are!” Fer says, startling us both. “The fireworks are about to start, c'mon.”

“Fireworks?” I ask.

“His idea, not mine” Pedri says, nodding towards his brother and standing up. “Shall we?” he says, offering me his hand.

“Let's go” I say as I take it, not letting go of it as we join the rest of the guests.

“Where did you two disappear to, uh?” his grandma says when she sees us. Meeting her had been… well. Interesting. Because she has no filter, she says whatever crosses her mind. For example, after we were introduced to each other, she said: “I knew you were Pedri's girl the moment you walked in. Fer could never pull out someone as pretty as you.” 

“We were sitting on that garden over there” Pedri says. “Inés needed some fresh air.”

“Is that what people call it these days? Needing some fresh air instead of needing a smooch?” she smirks. 

“We weren't… shit!” he says when the first firework goes off.

“Men. They get scared with anything” Pedri's grandma says, rolling her eyes.

“They do” I chuckle.

“I'm not scared of… fireworks” he says, doing a little jump after another one goes off.

“Of course you aren't” I tease him.

“I'm not, Inés” he says, closing the space between us. 

“Show me” I reply, moving even closer to him. Maybe the beer had actually gotten to my head. Or maybe it was the fact that everyone at the party thought we were dating and I didn't care if they saw us or not. Though that sounds like something I would think if I was a bit tipsy and… “Shit!” I say, jumping into his arms as two more fireworks go off, one after the other.

“Now who is the one who is scared?” Pedri says, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, shush!” I say, hitting his chest and making him laugh before he moves to hug me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

We stay like that throughout the whole fireworks show Fer had organized, flinching from time to time when a big one explodes and laughing at how stupid we probably look.

“I know how to clap, I don't need your help” I laugh when he puts his hands on top of mine and we start clapping together once the fireworks have ended.

“Just making sure” he shrugs, still behind me. “Do you want to go back inside?”

“Actually… Do you think they would mind if we leave already? I'm not used to being up till this late” I say, moving on his arms to look at him, our faces way too close for my liking. But not because I don't like being this close to him. That is the best thing ever. But being this close to him means my brain starting to collapse, and the chances of saying something stupid are very high.

“It's just 1 a.m., Inés” he chuckles.

“2 a.m. in Barcelona. Too late for me, I'm a grandma.”

“A very beautiful one, tho” he says, putting a lock of hair behind my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body. 

“Yeah… ummm… Wait!” I suddenly say. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

“What happened?”

“It's 1 a.m.!”

“Yes, and?” he says with a confused look.

“Pedri, it's your birthday!” 

“It's… It is, yes” he smiles.

“Happy birthday, Pedri!” I say, kissing his cheek (and maybe the corner of his mouth too) and wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, Inés” he says, hugging me tighter. “Thank you.”

[pinazee]

An Evening With Mr. Yang

In the infamous words of one Shane Madej:

Who doesn’t love this episode? Are you kidding me?!?!?! The tension is great, the acting is great, Mary Lightly is so much fun, ALLY SHEEDY! There are so many great things in this ep i got a bit overwhelmed haha

Mary Lightly is an amazing character! Jimmi Simpson is such a great actor that i started watching films/ tv shows because he was in them. Like, i watched Westworld just because he was in it (well, and also because james marsden was in it and i love him as well) and he did PHENOMENAL in the black mirror episode the USS Calister! With Cristin Milioti??? Its my favorite black mirror episode (cause I’m also a star trek nerd. That ep was tailored to me specifically)…i went on a bit of a tangent. Anyways, Mary Lightly is one of the top guest characters in all of Psych hands down.

Apparently Yang struck in 95, and we know shawn graduated in 96, so we know in 95 super cop Henry was still a detective. Which begs the question, why wasn’t he chosen by yang?? Im so curious what happened the first time that 6 people died. Was he originally supposed to have been chosen by yang but it was kept secret for some reason?? Ooooo or what if henry had been chosen originally but refused to play the game because he didn’t want yang to come after his family so yang had to go with another cop or simply killed ppl because he refused so henry holds some guilt for those deaths too and thats the real reason he quit??? Or maybe because his marriage was on the brink of collapse henry wasn’t at the top of his game when yang came around. Mmm grasping at straws i suppose, but really though, he should have been chosen (and ill discuss yang more as we get through the trilogy).

Maddy is the worst lol why is she so bad at communicating with her own child??? Shes a psychologist!

I have to call this out because it makes me cringe but bernsens line reading here was not great haha

James though, man he killed it in this! It was understated and heart breaking at the same time!

And Ally Sheedy was in what, like, less than 5 minutes of the whole episode, but goddamn she made an impression! I mean, what an amazing introduction to a character! I have endless praise for this whole scene with her and shawn! What a freaking get.

Lastly, juliets confession. What a great scene too! I like that she called out her sending mixed signals (i almost pointed that out earlier in the season) because uh, yeah, she was confused and thats okay. And like i mentioned before, if im in juliets position id be confused too. She doesn’t know hes a fake yet so all she sees is a highly effective goofball which can be fun, but yeah, maybe not the best if you need someone reliable- which she does considering who her dad is. But this really is terrible timing lol like, bro just saved his mom from being killed by a serial killer and having the most stressful 24 ish hours of his life and shes like, you know what he needs? Romance. (Btw she kind of framed it like, you deserve a treat, i.e me, which in my world means hanky panky lol)

I thought the kiss on the cheek was very sweet (though kind of messed up since hes literally on a date with someone else haha)

What more can i say? Its a near perfect episode and a great introduction to a great killer with a memorable side character and a solid mystery. Gus was actually solving quite a bit of it too so major kudos to him. All around fantastic episode! So uh, yeah 👍

[odakota-rose]

the doctordonna spiraling continues, now with added wild blue yonder! spoilers for that novelization (and episode) obviously

I missed them being ridiculous together! they're so giddy about being off on an adventure. nature is healing!!! (it's me. i'm nature.)

feeling very normal and not at all about to gnaw on the furniture!!! the way they just stop and agree they're not arguing without ever saying it! the hands!! the promise!

I'm glad somebody gets his references. nerds. like... I vaguely remember my dad talking about this show but honestly. it was a sci-fi show that ran for two years in the 60s that centered on a family of puppets (this is me side-eying the giggle being the next episode)

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harrynews they’re all together!!!!

corbstyles finally a vacation!

harrystyles you act like i never take you guys out 🙄

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ynrry i miss yn. i know she’s on a bit of a cleanse from social media but it’s been a week since she posted. all thanks to #that side of the fandom 🙄

ynylnstylesud @ynrry same! they piss me off not gonna lie. but it’s probably best for her mental health and whatnot. which is why im happy she’s gone. she’s looking out for herself and her family.

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corbstyles @stylesfamily 6ft even. almost taller than my pops!!

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corbstyles @finelineera he’s about to be eight months in three days.

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[writings-of-a-demigod]

Meeting the Winchesters - Dean and Sam Winchester

plot: meeting the Winchesters while working on a case and you decide to work together.

character: Dean Winchester x hunter! reader + Sam Winchester x hunter! reader

a/n: I've been looking through my old writings and trying to fix them up and post them again in here :)

There you were at a bar reading a file for the case you were working on, you didn't have an office because you weren't a lawyer or a police officer, not even a detective you were a hunter. Yes, that's right hunting things that were barely human, even humans don't believe in them but that's not important you needed to solve the case and get out of this town.

You tried to list all the things that could be the cost of this like demons or werewolves even shapeshifters and the list goes on, while you were reading you heard a man's voice next to you talking to the bartender

"Two beers sweetheart"

You glanced at the man he was handsome and had short brown hair with green eyes and he was wearing a suit the tie was a little loose like he just got out of work. He looked at you

"Well hello" he said to you

"Not interested" you said going back to reading the file.

"I didn't say anything" he tried to defend himself but he didn't get a reply from you, he raised his eyebrow and tried to get a look at the case file "You're working on this new case, right?"

You looked at him again with dead eyes "Do you need something?" you asked because if he kept bothering you, you would punch him in the face.

"Here are your drinks sir" the bartender said putting the two beers in front of him, he smiled at her.

"Thanks" then turned his attention back to you "I'm working on this case too" he extended his hand for you to shake "My name is Dean Winchester"

You raised your eyebrow "Wait Winchester as in John Winchester's kid?"

Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrow

"You know who my dad is?"

You smiled for the first time day "Dude John is the coolest person I've ever met"

He looked confused "I didn't catch your name"

You put down the file and extended your hand to him "My name is Y/N Y/L/N nice to meet ya"

he shook it.

"Cool, listen my brother and I are working on this case wanna join us and share what you got with us?"

You got your things "Sure"

He took the two beers and led you to a booth where a man was setting there with his laptop doing some research. "Hey Sam this is Y/N Y/L/N she'll be working with us on this case" he informed him.

Sam looked up from his laptop screen and smiled at you. He extended his hand "Nice to meet you Y/N" You shook his hand "You too" You sat down on the opposite side of the boys and talked for 3 hours about what you got on the case. After discussing the case you guys started telling stories.

"So Y/n how do you know our dad?" Dean asked after taking a sip from his beer Sam looked at Dean first then you.

"Wait you knew our dad?"

You laughed "Yeah I did. He and my dad were friends and worked a few cases together when I was like 10 I looked over a case file that was lying around and told my dad about my theory but my dad didn't want me near anything he said 'I won't raise you as a hunter' but that didn't really stop me so when I told him he yelled at me for even thinking about it then John said 'Hey the kid is not wrong it won't harm us if we go according to her theory' of course my dad yelled at him for encouraging me but I just smiled at him. After the hunt, he told me that I was right about it and that I would be great at whatever I would be doing in the future".

Dean smiled "So you were a nerd since you were a little kid?"

You hit him on his arm playfully "Shut up"

He raised his hands in the air laughing.

"Don't worry he calls me a nerd all the time" Sam said smiling

"Ok so tomorrow we will talk to the victims' families" You said you all agreed on meeting outside the first victim's house.

~~Time skips to after you solved the case~~

Turned out that crossroad demons were behind everything and you and the boys solved the case you were in the bar to celebrate.

"You guys really made a name for yourselves in this career" you said looking at the boys

"Yeah, how could you not" Dean replied

"So Y/n if your dad didn't want you to be a hunter what would you be doing now?" Sam asked

"Oh well maybe I would've been a fancy lawyer you know the one who gives people the creeps just by looking at them and well a very good one." you said smiling.

You look at your watch "Oh well I gotta get out of here" standing up and taking your bag.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked

"I got another case and I need to visit someone in New York"

Dean stood up "Well good luck out there" he hugged you

"Yeah, you too Winchester" You hugged Sam next

"It was great meeting you" he said

"Oh I know" you smirked

"Hope I see you two around Bye boys" and with that you got out of the bar and into your car and drove to the state line.

[etheralisi]

Part 4 to the Rottmnt fakeposting au. I started this months back. So it’s uh. Very April fools themed in the beginning. My bad: 

Part 1, part 2, part 3+3.5, bonus

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Atrsyyhiookf who uploaded Dad’s JJ & LJ fic to ao3????

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It had potential okay

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One more day ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

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🔫

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I have schemed for over two months. I know all of my family’s weaknesses. The payoff will be sweet

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This will be my year

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Keep telling yourself that lol. This master prankster still sits on his throne

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Then prepare for regicide

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For legal purposes this is a joke

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Maybe put down that weapon and I’ll believe you

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For my first April 1st prank Blue and I joined forces and swapped colours to confuse our dearest papa. The goal was to swap back once he noticed. 

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We never swapped back. 

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It wasn’t that he didn’t notice, I simply love the colour purple.

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Why April fools? Why not march??? Or July??? August??? Why must April be the fool?

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Unrelated note: orange and blue run

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I may have made a mistake

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Keep one’s paws to oneself. Thanks 

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You can’t evil boop me 1000 times and expect me not to take revenge 

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Boops you random citizen and you and you and you and you and you

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Where are the boops??????

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It was an April fools prank Orange. It’s over now.

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So no more boops? ꃋᴖꃋ

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Boop

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ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

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Even with the Boops gone, Red will find a way to boop all of you

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Why does this sound so threatening lol

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Red will find a way

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Just your average day in New York with a dino on the loose

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Ah

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Purple’s arguing with another nerd over online chess again. I hope he loses

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Nvm it’s about Jupiter Jim purple better win this

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I will

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@ lunemoon you take it back

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I respect your opinion but he’s not all that

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Blasphemy. And here I thought you were rad

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Argue on your own post

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Just ordered a new pair of boots to replace my last super comfy pair stolen my @ HOCKEYORDEATH

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They’re cute, but these new boots could never be them 

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What??? Give this girl back her shoes

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My condolences. IT IS TOO LATE.

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You stole her shoes?

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Just one of her many crimes

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They are too small :(

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The dangers of online shopping 

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Can twitter stop being in denial about the kappacrawler for five minutes please

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stop trying to say they still exist 

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Nooo they’ve migrated over 

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