#AYE COME GET UR MA

[piebank]

Imagine this silly hc; Because Noah and Kris first instinct upon seeing a giant robot was to grab a pipe or a bat, when their Mom walks in on the 3 of them just hanging out one day on the fire escape she absolutely headshots' Mirage with the deadly Chancla; a Latin mom's weapon of choice when startled

it runs in the family xD

[emsprovisions]

I know I am being greedy here but,

3. I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, TK

8. being ur partner's mum's favorite.

from romance prompt please.

From this list of writing prompts that I am no longer accepting. Hello anon! Someone else has also asked for no. 3 so I will answer theirs :)

being ur partner's mum's favorite.

Carlos sits on the couch, his ankle crossed over his opposite knee and a beer in his hand as he watches his husband playing firefighter with action figures and a toy fire engine with their young sobrinos on the floor. They keep pausing because they want to hear TK’s stories from his firefighter days, since apparently–according to Six-and-eight-year-old Diego and Juliana–paramedics aren’t as cool. They giggle as TK keeps playfully correcting their terminology of the ladder truck and exactly how many inches of line they should start and Carlos’s heart just swells. 

“Ay, TK?” Carlos’s mom pops her head in from the backdoor, “Are you in here, mijo?”

“What do you need, Ma?” Carlos sits up, uncrossing his legs and making to get up.

“Oh, no, you stay right there, Carlitos. I need TK’s expertise.”

“It’s fine, babe, I could do with stretching my legs anyway,” TK smiles up at Carlos. He gets up, much to Diego and Juliana’s dismay, and promises he’ll be back. He purposely walks around the couch so he can pass Carlos, stooping to kiss the top of his head as he does so. 

After TK disappears, Carlos is left alone with his sobrinos, and they coax him into playing firefighter with him instead. But Tío TK does it better than Tío Carlos, evidently. 

When TK’s been gone for too long, and Carlos’s brother-in-law wanders in to check on his kids, Carlos stands up. 

“Have you seen TK?” He asks Ricardo as he approaches. 

“He’s out on the back porch,” Ricardo says, almost bitterly. “With your mom, and Tía Lucy, and my wife.”

“Uh, thanks,” Carlos says, looking at Ricky apprehensively before excusing himself in search of his husband. 

TK’s got a glass of sweet tea in his hand, slapping his knee, while Ana clings to his arm, gasping for breath. 

“No way!” She laughs. “Tonterías! That did not happen.”

“It did,” TK nods. “I swear it on my mother’s grave.”

TK looks up as the screen door swings shut and sees Carlos step out before anyone else. 

“Hey, baby!” TK calls. “Come join us.”

Carlos lingers by the door, watching TK fit in with his family so seamlessly. They’ve been married for nearly a year now, but sometimes it still surprises him that he has this. He not only gets to be himself, he gets to be himself around his family, and they are all enamored with TK, too. 

TK’s smiling at him, patting the empty seat beside him and Carlos smiles and slides onto the long bench beside his husband, an arm going around his shoulder and TK’s hand falling into place on top of his knee. 

“What did I interrupt?” Carlos asks. 

“Oh, I was just telling everyone about that call we got the other day, where the neighbors were having a domestic dispute and one of them threw pickle juice all over my patient and it turned out she’s allergic to pickles,” TK grins, catching Carlos up on the story. “Ana here doesn’t believe that we get calls as ridiculous as that all the time.”

“That’s because that’s impossible!” Ana scoffs. “Who’s allergic to pickles??”

“My patient, evidently,” TK smirks at her. 

Carlos laughs, “There’s a lot of stupid people in this world, Ana. You would not believe the absurdity of some of the calls I used to get under APD.”

“Babe, you get ridiculous cases now too,” TK reminds him. 

“Cuéntanos más de tus historias, TK.”

TK smiles warmly at Tía Lucy over in her blue adirondack chair in the deck before looking up to Carlos for help. 

“Tía wants to hear more of your stories,” Carlos tells him, looking up at his great aunt and the delight on her face. She can’t speak English, but she can mostly understand it, and joy and humor are universal languages anyways. 

TK launches into more funny stories from different calls before Ricardo comes outside with a screaming Diego, and it’s time for Ana to go home. 

Andrea takes TK inside and Carlos is tasked with helping Tía Lucy inside and to her chair in her room. 

“You have a sweet young man, Carlitos,” she tells him in Spanish. “Muy guapo y divertido.”

It’s not the first time she’s commented on TK. Honestly, Tía Lucy always fawns over Carlos’s husband to the point Carlos wonders if she doesn’t have some schoolgirl type crush on him. Carlos has no idea how TK charms everyone that comes into his orbit, he’s just happy he’s the lucky guy TK vowed forever with. 

“I think so too, Tía,” Carlos responds in Spanish, winking at her. 

They chat for a while longer before Tía Lucy says she’s tired. Carlos kisses her cheek and wishes her a goodnight. He wanders back out into the main room to find TK and his mom chatting in hushed voices on the couch. TK has his hand on Andrea’s arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. She pulls him into a tight hug, then kisses his cheek and whispers something into his ear.

Carlos watches the scene unfold, feeling a little bad for interrupting. But before he can duck into the kitchen unnoticed, his mom catches sight of him. 

“Oh, Carlitos!” She pulls away from TK and wipes delicately at the skin beneath her eyes. 

“Hi, Mamá. Everything okay?” Carlos asks, coming nearer to them.

“We’re okay,” TK reassures. His eyes are a bit shiny too. He reaches out for Carlos’s hand and Carlos comes close enough to give it to him.

Neither of them offer up any hint of what their conversation was about, but Andrea stands up and gives Carlos a warm and tight hug. And even though he’s almost twice her size, he still folds easily into his mother’s arms. 

It’s not until they’re in the car, driving down the 35, the darkness of the night stretching all around them and Carlos’s hand extended over the console on TK’s thigh, does Carlos find the bravery to ask what that was about.

TK plays with Carlos’s fingers with both hands and says in a quiet voice, “She was talking to me about being a Ranger’s spouse…”

Carlos glances over at TK. It’s hard to get a read on him as they pass through swathes of light from oncoming headlights and the rare street light. 

“Oh?”

TK shakes his head, “You’ve been in law enforcement the entire time we’ve been together, baby, it’s not like her advice was anything I haven’t already worried about before.”

“What did she say?” Carlos asks, his anxiety spiking and suddenly wishing he’d saved this conversation for home so he could see TK better. 

TK’s fingers keep brushing over his knuckles. “She just wanted me to know you could be in danger sometimes, which again, isn’t really new. But she also wanted me to know if I ever need to talk to someone about what I’ll go through as your husband, I could talk to her.”

Carlos glances over again, softening a bit at his mom offering that to TK. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s nice.” Carlos can hear the smile in TK’s voice. “I love your mom, and I love that she would want to be there to help me support you.”

“Buuut…?”

“No but’s,” TK says, shaking his head. “She says we’re a strong couple, and sees how much we love each other. She thinks we can handle anything.”

“She’s not the only one,” Carlos smiles, squeezing TK’s thigh. 

“No,” TK smiles. “She’s not the only one. She told me the best thing I can do for you is love you, and remind you you’re never alone in life, and remind you to take care of yourself and put work away when you’re home.” 

Carlos turns his palm up and TK gives him his hand, lacing their fingers together. He takes it a step further by cradling Carlos’s arm and tilting sideways to lean against Carlos’s bicep. 

“You do a good job of making sure I’m taken care of, baby,” Carlos says softly as he takes their exit for home. 

“You’re worth it,” TK says simply, turning his face to kiss Carlos’s shoulder. 

“You know my family’s enamored with you, right?” Carlos smiles.

TK laughs and teases, “Are you jealous Tía Lucy dotes on me now more than you?”

“No,” Carlos says, his voice light. “I love seeing you with our family. It makes me happy.”

TK snuggles up against Carlos’s arm even more in the passenger seat and Carlos tells him he better not fall asleep when they’re five minutes from home. He feels TK’s smile against his arm, and fondness for his husband impossibly grows. 

TK sure does know how to steal a Reyes’s heart.

[strangesthirdeye]

Chapter 7 : A POLICE BOX?

The next day, Maisie Joans does her daily routine just like yesterday. Went to work on foot and stopped at Mr Ahmad's shawarma shop, chatting with him like always. But today is also different and it will be a tiring day for Maisie Joans.

The blood donation day is held today. Maisie is assigned to assist donors register their participation before donating blood. Asking questions and helping them fill out the form before allowing them to donate healthy blood.

This is not something new for Maisie as she herself used to donate blood a few years ago. She's been through a lot during her medical studies. Let alone things involving blood. Maisie flipped her strands of hair from her face that was framing her face behind her ear as she put her bag into the locker in the dressing room. She sighed.

"Here we go, a tiring day has arrived" Maisie muttered to herself before she closed her locker door. As she closed her locker door, she jerked in shock upon seeing her friend, Ellie Villin.

Ellie or Ell is one of the interns at this hospital. Also a good friend to Maisie. They have been together since the 1st semester at University until now. Ellie is an easygoing and positive person. Ray and sunshine if you say so. Maisie finds her very safe whenever she is with Ellie and Ellie also finds Maisie safe when she is with her.

The day will never be lost when the two of them are together. They are very inseparable like siblings with different mothers and fathers. Family is not necessarily related by blood but when it comes to this particular person you yourself find that person enough to be called family.

Ellie smiled cheekily. "Mornin, aye? Urr ye duin fur th'day?" Ellie stated with her heavy Scottish accent that Maisie herself tried to get used to with that unique accent even though they had been friends for a long time since the first semester.

Maisie understands the accent but there are some words she doesn't understand and needs Ellie to repeat them again.

"Of course, I'm ready for today. Besides, my work is simple, it's just that there's going to be a lot of donors with various temperaments." Maisie replied as she locked her locker.

"Urr ye sure? fur thir's aff tae be a lot o' fowk wi' various antics. It doesn't maiter if they're bairns, adults or th' auld folk. Ye wull be stressed 'n' worn oot at th' end o' th' day." Ellie smiled, bumping her shoulder against Maisie's.

"Don't worry about me being tired and stressed. I can manage even if it's quite a lot. I'm used to it" Maisie muttered.

"i'm nae aff tae ask a lot o' questions. Bit guid luck tae ye. Forby healthy blood kin save ither patients. Ah'ament joining this blood donation progrum, though, a'm waantin' tae jyne in this event bit Doctor lockwood said tis stowed oot. He seems excited fur today's event, wonder why" Ellie uttered as she pushed open the hospital door.

"i tell you what, he is indeed unusually excited about this day.. It's like he likes things involving blood. He's been fussing about this all day" Maisie muttered.

"nahh, he's a doctor.. Whiles thare ur certain hings doctors ur interested in 'n' nae interested in. Bit blood? weel, it looks lik' a serial killer" Ellie replied before stopping in front of the patient's ward. "well, this is ma stoap. Ye better gang tae th' blood donation tent now"

"right, I'll see you later" Maisie nodded.

"aye" Ellie saluted towards her before she entered the patient's ward.

Maisie then continued her journey towards the registration tent to start her task but the she stopped upon seeing Miss L/n who had just come out of the store room. Maisie stared at Miss L/n who didn't seem to notice her presence. She keeps quiet as she observes Miss L/n's weird behavior.

Miss L/n put her hand into her patient's pants pocket to take out a strange shaped wand from it. She then pressed the wand which made a loud sound that Maisie flinched a little at how loud the sound was. Miss L/n then moved the wand in front of her making the sound that came out of it become louder and smoother. Miss L/n narrowed her eyes in determination. Still didn't notice Maisie's presence behind her as she started muttering to herself about something.

' Is she mentally ill too?' Maisie thought as she stared at Miss L/n.

"The whole gang is here.." Miss L/n muttered to herself before pocketing her wand back into her pocket.

"They are shapeshifting aliens but there are many shapeshifting aliens in this universe. So which species are they?" Miss L/n muttered as she scratched her head frantically, mind goes rapid fire with all the statements made by her.

"But they need blood to survive.. But there are also shapeshifter aliens who need blood to survive out there... But they already have supplies." Miss L/n stated in frustration. Loud enough for Maisie to hear it making Maisie slightly uncomfortable.

"Miss L/n?" Maisie called making Miss L/n startled in shock.

Miss L/n turned her body towards Maisie with hands on her chest, massaging her heart to calmed her racing heartbeats. She sighed in relief.

"Oh, It's you" Miss L/n adjusted her posture.

"You're supposed to be in bed" Maisie said.

" I am" Miss L/n replied, pursing her lips.

"Then what are you doing in the storage room?" Maisie crossed her arms.

"I'm... Looking for a broom! yes! broom! You know, I can't just sit here resting without doing anything here. It's a bit boring here. The book I read is finished so I need to do something to get rid of the boredom.. So yes.. Broom.. I'm looking for a broom in the storage room " Miss L/n explained as she fumbled the strangely weird looking wand in her hand.

"Broom? You can't just be here to find a broom. Besides, what is that thing in your hand?" Maisie raised her eyebrows at Miss L/n knowingly. "Is that the thing that makes you get rid of boredom? In the store room?" Maisie teased.

"Wha- No.. Noo, I don't.. do sort of thing. Especially in the store room." Miss L/n muttered, her face turning red. "this thing is not what you think it is"

"Oh, then what is it?" Maisie narrowed her eyes at her.

Miss L/n remained silent. His face is still red and warm. She avoided her gaze from Maisie and only focused on the hospital floor.

"It's nothing.. " Miss L/n replied quietly.

"Are you su-"

"Miss Joans?" A voice was heard from behind Maisie.

Maisie turned her gaze from Miss L/n to the source of the voice.

There Doctor Lockwood stood, eyes narrowed towards her. He then walked towards Maisie. Not noticed Miss L/n glared at him from behind Maisie.

Maisie gulped her saliva slowly. Doctor Lockwood who wore a smart black suit cocked his head slightly to the side.

"I believe you are already in the tent at this time" Doctor Lockwood said.

"I was goi-"

"no need to make excuses." Doctor Lockwood cut her off. "You should be doing the job you were assigned, not wandering around here"

Maisie was silent and looked down in shame.

"Actually, it was me who wasted her time" Miss L/n spoke up.

Maisie and Doctor Lockwood turned their gaze to Miss L/n who was still standing throughout their conversation.

" Miss L/n? You're supposed to be resting, not wandering around the hospital " Doctor Lockwood said lowly.

"Eh, I know.. It's just you can't just sit and relax on the bed without doing anything. It's boring, you know. I just need to stretched my limbs. Like how you 'stretch' your limbs because you're tired.. " Miss L/n smirked cheekily.

"Stretch your limbs to the store room?" Doctor Lockwood raised his eyebrows.

"I'm looking.. for a broom" Miss L/n used the same reason she gave to Maisie earlier.

Maisie facepalm herself in her mind upon witnessing Miss L/n's weak reason. Doctor Lockwood furrowed his eyebrows at Miss L/n before he decided to drop that subject and focus on Maisie who was still there.

"Now, why don't you go to the tent? Those donors must be waiting." Doctor Lockwood directed.

Maisie gulped before she moved herself to leave Miss L/n and Doctor Lockwood. Maisie walked past Miss L/n who gave her a sympathetic look which Maisie was quite grateful for as her nervousness subsided. What she didn't know is that Miss L/n was glaring dagger at Doctor Lockwood. Doctor Lockwood looked at her coldly.

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"Blood O in session 2, thank you" Maisie informed the waiting blood donor with a smile.

Blood donor O's moved to the session they had been told about without hesitation. The number of donors for blood A is about a dozen people. So it's quite tiring to handle several people in one day. Maisie sighed tiredly as she jotted down notes on the clipboard in front of her. Both her mental and physical fatigue is making her lethargic after several hours of serving and helping the blood donors who come. She was actually quite surprised because many people were willing to donate their blood this year. As long as she has been an intern, this is the first time such an event is full of people.

Maisie sighed tiredly as she sorted out the registration paper in her hand. Alan, her duty bestfriend glanced at her.

"It will be over soon, Mai" Alan said as he smiled at the young woman.

"I know." Maisie sighed.

"Not enough sleep?"

"Well, still thinking about getting scolded by Doctor Lockwood a few hours ago" Maisie muttered as she stroked her chin with her palm.

Alan raised his eyebrows. "You got scolded by Doctor Lockwood? damn, you must be causing trouble for him."

"Not really. Just late to do the job, thanks to one of the patients who suddenly came out of the storage room" Maisie rolled her eyes when she recalled that moment. "but thanks to her as well, I wasn't scolded by Doctor Lockwood anymore"

"Who is this patient? How come she can just enter the storage room?" Alan now looked at Maisie with interest.

"Miss L/n. Remember the one patient that Doctor Lockwood told me to diagnose, yeah that's her." Maisie replied. "as for the second question, I don't know how but she suddenly came out of the room with a weird looking wand and talking to herself. I'm starting to think that she is not only physically sick but mentally too"

Alan chuckled. "I'm starting to think something inappropriate about that"

Maisie laughed. "shut up, that's what I thought when I saw her with that thing" Maisie pushed Alan's shoulder gently. "And when I asked her, she said she was bored and was looking for a broom. Can you believe that? Nonsense tho"

Alan blew his lips. "Girl, I don't think she has taken her medicine yet"

"She's only here because of food poisoning, Al" Maisie said to her best friend.

"well, we don't know if she has any other illness other than food poisoning" Alan made an assumption. "She's probably.. You know..." Alan made a motion with his index finger twirling on the side of his head. Maisie narrowed her eyes.

".. Ok, now that you've said that, it's best if we stay away from her until she discharges" Maisie put her clip board on the counter.

"I'm just saying" Alan rolled his eyes.

Alan is the kind of guy who has a personality as gentle as a woman. Although he has the way of talking and personality like a woman, he is still aware that he is a man. Not that he didn't admit that he was transgender, but he was just comfortable with that personality since he was a child as he grew up among his siblings who were all girls. He doesn't mind when other people say that he is transgender, he is just ok with it as long as it is not extreme. He still loves women, mind you.

As they were busy chatting, they didn't notice how only twelve patients of blood O had finished donating and came out of the donation tent. The twelve people looked dazed and in a trance as if they were hypnotized. No reaction on their faces instead they just walked looking straight ahead until they came out of the hospital premises.

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Maisie's work is not done yet but it's lunch time, she decided to head to the staff kitchen for a short break before she continued her work. The day was not over, apparently there were still more donors waiting for their turn. She still didn't believe that there were a lot more blood donations this year than she thought. Usually people avoid donating blood due to fear of needles or selfishness.

But then again, people change. She thought as she stirred the tea in the mug. A sudden trill danced through the quiet, pulling her from her thoughts. Maisie fished out her phone from her coat pocket.

MOM

There were only two things her mom called her about. The first was probably about where she put her stuff that she forgot where she put it and the second was probably about the gathering tonight. Maisie's thumb slide to accept the call. The phone was placed to her ear.

"Mom?" Maisie muttered.

"Mai, do you know where the car key is?" her mom said on the other side.

Maisie had expected that her mom would ask about the first option. Maisie smiled a little.

"uh, have you checked the basket? The one near the door?" Maisie replied as she put the spoon she used for stirring tea into the sink.

"It's not there" her mom replied.

Maisie sighed. Right, like she knows where her mom put it. Maisie turned her body facing the kitchen door, her lower back leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Her other hand holds a mug.

"uh, maybe behind the sofa? You know you usually lie on the sofa after work right.. So maybe you forgot to take the car key out of your pocket and it probably fell behind the sofa" Maisie reasoned as she took a sip of her tea.

"now that you mentioned it." Maisie heard a rustling sound on the other side of the call indicating that her mum was probably at the sofa, tucking her hand into the crevice of the sofa hoping to find her car keys.

"Hah!" her mum beamed. "oh, I'm so careless" her mum muttered.

"You found it?" Maisie asked.

"yeah, I found it. Oh thank you my sweets." her mum said. "anyways, remind me again what time you finish your work?"

"Eh, probably around...almost night? I don't know depends on how fast or slow this day. But don't worry, I might be able to go to Mr Ahmad's shop this night." Maisie replied slightly unsure.

"any friends you want to bring? You know how friendly Mr ahmad and his family are" her mum chuckled.

Maisie put her mug on the counter, her hand then rubbed the back of her neck. "err... i.. don't think I have any friends to bring. alan is probably busy with his niece. Said he needs to take care of his niece for her sister so I can't bring him. And Ellie, well she has a date with her boyfriend. So yeah, just me and you"

"are you sure? Mr Ahmad cooks delicious food, you know. Why not invite that boss of yours?"

"No no no. I don't think he has time for this. Besides, he's not in the mood these days. Moody and grumpy. Not like..him. Gosh, he scolded me almost every day. I don't know who made his morning coffee until he was in a bad mood these days." Maisie muttered, her eyes darted around the kitchen.

"I'm sure he's just...tired? You know how much responsibility he has to shoulder" her mum reasoned.

"so much so that he vented his anger at his employees" Maisie muttered lowly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maisie caught a figure walking quickly across the kitchen. Making her frown with confusion. Puzzled, she moved herself from the counter. Her mum voice ignored her as she walked towards the kitchen door perplexed.

Maisie peeked her head from the kitchen door, looking for the previous figure. She almost sighed in disappointment when she didn't see anything that past the kitchen but then her eyes darted towards the slightly opened store room making her more curious. The creaking sound caught her attention. She slowly but carefully walked out of the kitchen. Her hand still held the phone to her ear. Her mom's voice was drowned out by her. She stepped slowly towards the store door.

"But really, Mrs Chatterjee might have forgotten that I had ordered some cloth from her to be sewn. What do you think, Mai?" her mom questioned her only greeted with silence.

"Maisie" her mom called but Maisie's attention was only on the store. "Maisie? you there?"

"-uh, yeah.. I have to end the call, mom.. er, the break is over. I'll call you later" before her mom could say goodbye, she ended the call and put her phone in her coat pocket.

Maisie was now in front of the storeroom door. She cautiously held out her hand to hold the doorknob. The storeroom door opened slowly, she peeked her head into the store. She expected that she would find a janitor in the storeroom but how wrong she was. Instead she was greeted with a blue police box in the storeroom.

How could this blue police box be in the hospital storeroom? Not to mention, it's a police box from the 60's. How could it be in 2012? Maisie was unable to decipher her own questions. She entered the store. Carefully approaching the police box. She extended her hand to touch the police box to make sure this is real or not. Her fingers were greeted with a rough wooden texture. She jerked her hand back to her as if the police box was dangerous.

"What the hell" she muttered.

She then decided to reach the doorknob of the police box. But then suddenly, the door of the police box opened from the inside making her jerked in shock until she took a few steps back.

But more surprisingly, there Miss L/n in the police box with her still in her patient clothes. Her face was shocked to see Maisie in front of her and so was Maisie. Miss L/n then nervously walked out of the police box and closed the police box door loudly. She then stood in front of the police box.

"wh- what are you doing here?" Miss L/n squeaked.

Maisie quickly recovered her shock. She then held out her hands as if to surrender.

"no no, it's not me doing anything here, Miss. It's you doing anything here?" Maisie countered.

Miss L/n sweated. "I-no.. no this is bad." she muttered.

"what is this police box doing here? And aren't you supposed to be in the ward?" Maisie questioned.

Miss L/n snorted. "like I have time to sit in the ward doing nothing" she shook her head in disapproval.

Maisie took a step forward, her heart pounding. "Why is there a 1960s police box in a hospital store?"

You gulped. "err"

"What are you doing in there, not to mention how did this police box get here? Is it yours-"

"Yes! it's mine" Miss L/n covered her mouth instantly.

Maisie let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Is this a prank? Is someone here filming this, right? There must be hidden cameras somewhere in this room"

Miss L/n remained silent but looked at Maisie with amusement. "You human is so simple" Miss L/n shook her head.

"excuse me? Like you're not human either" Maisie retorted.

"I'm not" Miss L/n replied.

"Bullshit" Maisie exclaimed.

"Believe me, I'm not." Miss L/n said.

"then why do you look like a human?"

"It's not me who looks like a human but why do you look like us" Miss L/n objected making Maisie silent for a moment.

"Wha- what do you mean we humans look like you! We've been around for a long time," Maisie defended.

"No," Miss L/n crossed her arms. "it's my kind that existed before humans. Basically, you human who imitates our anatomy."

Maisie crossed her arms. "Prove it"

"Said the one who heard my hearts before" Miss L/n rolled her eyes.

"wait hearts? As in plural?" Maisie's eyes widened. She then shifted her stands.

"Yes hearts!" Miss L/n beamed as she walked quickly to Maisie and caught her hands to put Maisie's hands to her chest making Maisie uncomfortable with the contact. Miss L/n didn't seem to mind.

"wha- what the hell!" Maisie tried to snatch her hands back but Miss L/n gripped very strongly and firmly.

"Stop moving and feel my hearts. I'm not lying about my hearts." Miss L/n urged.

Maisie stopped struggling. But then when her hands felt the simultaneous beating on the left and right of Miss L/n's chest she gaped in horror.

"what the hell!" she yelled in shock making Miss L/n put her palmed to Maisie's mouth, shutting her up.

"shhhh! don't let people hear us here" Miss l/n said firmly.

Maisie let out a muffled gasp behind Miss L/n palmed, Her eyes widened in horror.

Miss L/n sensing Maisie in distress released her palmed from Maisie's mouth. Maisie let out a quick breath. She then looked at Miss L/n in horror as she took a stepped back.

"Your heart-"

"-Hearts"

"-left and right there are beats."

"-obviously"

"- so what I mean is that what I heard before is not the heartbeat of someone with a high metabolism" Maisie ends.

"Sorry what?" Miss L/n frowned in skeptical.

"So it's true what I think... You chest is beating out of samba" Maisie said.

Miss L/n looked at her with disbelief before she shook her head. "really... That's what you think?"

"Well, at least it's a good thing" Maisie defended.

Miss L/n raised both her hands in surrender. "okay, okay.. No need to respond with that tone."

"who are you? I mean what are you? This is not a prank, right? Tell me this is all not a set up" Maisie looked around the store trying to find some hidden cameras.

"Why would this be a prank?" Miss L/n fowned.

"Well, i don't know! Maybe because there's a 60's police box here with you suddenly coming out of it. Actually, if this is a prank, good job on making a double heart beats there, Miss" Maisie scoffed.

"It's not a prank, human" Miss L/n protested.

"Oh yeah, fine. Miss-non-human. Well then explain what this is all about?" Maisie sighed. "If this is how I live my life today it might as well make it worth it"

"oh ho ho, trust me it'll be worth it once I explain this. BUT... keep this between us" Miss L/n warned.

Maisie fell silent before she nodded hesitantly. "shoot"

Miss L/n smiled cheekily. "Well, I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you"

"Doctor? Hah! Like I'll believe it. You know you can't introduce yourself as a doctor whenever you want. Most of them are fighting for that title, you know. Hell I'm fighting for that title too" Maisie scoffed.

"Well, it's what they called me. Been using that title for a long time." Miss L/n muttered.

"If you say so, what kind of Doctor are you?" Maisie asked.

"Well, honestly.. I don't know... I'm not very good at treating people... You know what, just call me Doctor... Or Y/n" You smiled cheekily.

"Y/n? What? Is that a title too or?"

"My alias name... My real name is somewhat difficult for you humans to say which I refuse to give" you simply said, leaning against your TARDIS door.

"Bullshit" Maisie muttered.

"Please don't say that" you insisted in disappointment.

Maisie fell silent, slightly embarrassed at being reprimanded like that by a person she barely know. "sorry" she muttered.

"Anyways! This police box here, is my ship. TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space" you responded by patting the TARDIS.

"That's a bit of a mouthful to name" Maisie snickered.

"That's why it's shortened to TARDIS" You countered.

"Okay, okay... I understand. But seriously.. what are you doing in... that?" Maisie questioned.

"I'm not sure I can tell you that" You replied hesitantly.

"Oh, come on! You said it was between the two of us. What's in the room stays in the room, right?" Maisie argued.

You fell silent. "I've told you too much" You muttered quietly, avoided looking at her as you walked passed her. Trying to escape from this precarious situation.

"oh, now you're going to run away from. You wait, I'll report this to the authorities later. I'm sure they'll take this police box and put it in a museum or something and you'll be transferred to a mental hospital" Maisie threatened.

You stopped immediately. The body turned to face Maisie. You looked at her with amusement. Maisie's face seemed uncertain.

You stepped toward her slowly and yet intimidated. "You know, threatening me is not suit you. You have no idea who you are threatening" now you were towering over her.

Maisie gulped nervously as she was trapped between the TARDIS and you.

"It's going to take more people to take me to a mental hospital. Wait, I don't think a mental hospital is enough for me," you narrowed your eyes in wonder.

That's right, it's going to take more people to take you away from civilization. And a mental hospital is certainly not for you. Not for someone like you. It's going to take the most restrictive prison in the entire universe to put you in. You are considered a major threat to certain parties in the entire universe.

Maisie sweated as she swallowed her saliva. "what are you? really"

"I'm a Time Lady. That's all" You said, simply.

"Really? So you're basically playing with time or-"

"deal..mostly deal but, ngeh, you can say that" you said.

"So what did you do just now have to do with...Time?" Maisie said unsure.

"nahh, just a quick check up on something. Honest" You took a stepped back. "I'm sure you wouldn't know what I was talking about"

"are you always like that?" Maisie slightly glared at you.

You cocked your head to the side. "like what?"

"judging people based on their intelligence?" Maisie scoffed.

"Now, I'm not saying you don't have any wisdom... It's just..Welp- what I'm saying later you won't take it seriously... it's kinda foreign to you.. Not something you want to help" you reasoned.

"I don't want to be involved in what you're doing now" Maisie scoffed.

"I didn't say you'd help me" you countered.

"good" Maisie replied.

"But, you'll answer my questions" You grinned.

Maisie's eyes narrowed at you. "What questions?"

"Have you ever counted how many donors have blood type O?" you raised your eyebrows knowingly.

"uh... more than 30 people?" Maisie replied in skeptical.

"And how many have finished donating blood?" You narrowed your eyes at her.

Maisie was silent. She didn't know how many had finished donating blood as she was busy talking to Alan. Maisie looked at you cautiously.

"Now are you trying to say-"

"Nope, I'm not saying anything but from what I've observed, 12 people have finished donating blood. So far Only 18 people have not finished donating their blood" You came to a conclusion, pacing back and forth in front of Maisie who was looking at you strangely. You stopped pacing then looked at Maisie before quickly grabbing her shoulders. "how long until the break is over?"

"erk.. another 15 minutes.. We need some supplies to put in the donor blood.." Maisie stuttered.

You let go of her shoulders. "Oh, more plenty of time. Enough for me to investigate your boss's office" you smiled cheekily.

" What. No! You can't just casually invade the office of the hospital staff here, let alone the head of this hospital" Maisie protested.

You snorted. "oh please, haven't you noticed that some of the nurses or doctors or cleaners in this hospital are getting fewer? Or more like disappearing?" you stated.

Maisie stammered. "wha-"

"Tell me, why don't you-" you grabbed Maisie's shoulders and brought her out of the storeroom. "go and rest before you continue working while me-" You stopped. Now you and Maisie were in front of the kitchen door. "continue doing whatever things I need to do"

"You can't-"

"ah ah ah! no. let me do things you humans won't understand" you said as you walked back into the store but before that you peeked your head out of the storeroom door to look at Maisie. "what is in the room stays in the room"

You closed the store door with a click meaning you locked the store room from the inside.

Maisie stared at the store door in disbelief.

"what the hell just happened here" she blurted.

[sonennou]

Bremañ pand on-me paotr yaouank (1), Kalonig bihan mignon ! Me 'm eus choazet ur vestrez koant, Et ma charmante brune ! Ah ! qu'il fait beau marcher au clair de la lune.

Hag hiziv em eus hi choazet Ha 'teurvezen mont d'he gwelet./ P'oan é tiskenn an dorgenn Roz, Me 'gleva (2) son an hanternoz./ Pa oan arru e-tal he dor, Ne greden ket goulenn digor./ Dre toull an alc'hwez me 'gleve Trouz he anal en he gwele./ « Ma mestrez, digorit ho tor ! Ho servitour 'c'houlenn digor./ ‒ Digor' an nor d'ar c'houlz-mañ noz, Ma zad 'd ay ket, me 'glevo trouz./ » Ha kerzhit da graou ar roñsed da dal ar mevel da gousket./ » 'Benn àrc'hoazh vintin pa savin Me 'servijo deoc'h-c'hwi ho lein./ » Me 'servijo deoc'h soubenn-laezh Hag a vo mat d'ho kwall nozvezh./ ‒ N'd on ket-me daet amañ henezh (3) Evit goulenn soubenn dre laezh./ » Daet on d'ho koulenn èl pried Pa 'n deus ma c'halon ho choazet./ » Tri re botoù am eus uzet, Ma mestrez, 'vit dont d'ho kwelet./ ‒ Pa vehet (4) skuizh 'uziñ boutoù, C'hwi 'lako gober galochoù./ » C'hwi 'lako gober botoù-lêr Ha 'vo mat deoc'h da chom er gêr ! »

FR. PETIT CŒUR MIGNON. Maintenant que je suis jeune homme, Petit cœur mignon ! j'ai choisi une belle amie, Ma charmante brune ! Ah ! qu'il fait beau marcher au clair de la lune. / À présent que je l'ai choisie, je daigne aller la voir. / Alors que je descendais la colline du Roz, j'entends minuit sonné. / Quand j'arrivais à sa porte je n'osais pas demander que l'on m'ouvre. / Par le trou de serrure, j'entendais de son lit, le bruit de son haleine. /« Ma maîtresse, ouvrez votre porte, votre serviteur demande d'ouvrir ! / - Je n'ouvrirai pas à cette heure de la nuit, mon père ne viendra pas, je serais réprimandée. / » Allez à l'écurie dormir avec le valet ! / » Demain matin, quand je me lèverai, je préparerai votre déjeuner. / » Je vous ferai de la soupe au lait qui sera bonne après votre mauvaise nuit. / - Je ne suis pas venu vous voir, ce soir, pour vous demander de la soupe au lait. / » Je suis venu vous demander pour épouse alors que mon cœur vous a choisi. / » J'ai usé trois paires de chaussures, ma maîtresse, pour venir vous voir ! / - Quand vous serez fatigué d'user des chaussures, faites-vous faire des galoches ! / » Faites-vous faire des galoches qui vous iront pour rester à la maison ! »

EN. CUTE LITTLE HEART. Now that I'm a young man, Sweet little heart! I've chosen a beautiful friend, My charming brunette! Ah! How beautiful it is to walk in the moonlight. / Now that I've chosen her, I deign to go see her. / As I was going down Roz Hill, I heard midnight strike. / When I arrived at her door, I didn't dare ask for someone to let me in. / Through the keyhole, I heard the sound of her breathing from her bed. / "My mistress, open your door, your servant asks to open!" / "I won't open at this time of night, my father won't come, I'll be reprimanded." / "Go to the stable to sleep with the valet!" / "Tomorrow morning, when I get up, I'll prepare your breakfast." / "I'll make you some milk soup that will be good after your bad night." / - I didn't come to see you tonight to ask for milk soup. / » I came to ask you for my wife when my heart has chosen you. / » I wore out three pairs of shoes, my mistress, to come to see you! / - When you're tired of wearing shoes, have some clogs made for you! / » Have some clogs made that will fit you so you can stay at home!

(1) pand on = pa'z on ; (2) = me 'glev ; (3) henozh, henoazh ; (4) pa vehet = pa vezot

+ : Song collected in Caudan.

[butchreg]

GOOD MORROW OOMFIE !!! i feel like u are a dear penpal in which i write to in the dim candlelight ( my bed ) from oceans away ( a couple of states ..... ) teeheesies X3 had craaayz day !!!! i auditioned 4 a play !!! will update u if i get any roless :P AND OH EM GEESIES ALL OF UR THOUGHTS HAVE ME YIPPING N BARKING N ROLLING AROUND 4 JOY !!!!!! i agree 10000% on all of dem !!! permaregressor misty is licherally canon 2 Me ok .... AND TEEN REGRESSION / PUPPYRE VAN YES !!!!!! van is such a puppy 2 me idc .... teen van n teen shauna r the puppy playmates ever !!! ur taivan takes r so correct .... i wld listen 2 u give a whole lecture on yellowjackets age / petre bcuz u are so based !!! ALSO CONGRATS ON UR SCHOOLWORK !!!! I AM A PROUD PUPPI ON UR BEHALF !!!!!! more time 2 puppymax n be silly yayayayyy !!!! also trust i will b blowing up the dash w little ! mari when it comes out

srry 4 the yapfest U_U also btw didnt know if u wanted me to send this here or on ur new blog so lmk if u want this sent there instead !!!

GOOT MORROW !!! yesh we are dear penpals 𓈒𓈒 i have just gotten back from war (class) & am writing to yu from the dimming window light (my shades r drawn) 𓈒 hopefully my carrier pigeon (shitty uni wifi) will bring my response to yu promptly 𓈒 oooh dat's so AWESOME !! i have been Itchin' to get back into the theater i miss being a part of musicals so badly 𓈒 or even having any musical outlet 𓈒 i am crossin' my paws fur yu to get a role !!! and ay am SAO happy that yu enjoy my thoughts !! i smile real big at yu 𓈒 ay am da ceo of yellowjackets reg ⼃ silly 𓈒 permaregressor misty ish REAL 𓈒 teen van & teen shauna silliest puppies 𓈒 i haven't really considered them playing together before but dats basically us so they would 𓈒 i think they'd be Menaces together , such silly guys 𓈒 they both are pups with Sao much energy ! i wuld love to give a whole lectrure on yellowjackets age & petre i have so many thoughts 𓈒 also YYAYYAYY thank yu buddy 𓈒 ay smile & chase my tail 𓈒 havin' a flare up unfortunately & have my 3 hour class so again ay may have to postpone writing but i am SAO excited tu get out my mari thoughts 𓈒 i hav sao many dat i am strugglin' a bit to organize dem 𓈒 never apologize 4 a yapfest dey make me so smiley !! really makes me feel so appreciated & i lob yappin a lot 𓈒 if i don't respond havin' trouble with ma hands today alongside stupid 3 hour class am not purposely avoiding ⼃ ignorin' 𓈒 U_U

[enzie-ki]

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E9 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

LET'S GET INTO IT

My Netflix was broken so I had 2 wait a while to watch this

BUT LET'S GET INTO IT

wigen!!!!!

MUN NOOO I ALMOST FORGOT U GOT UR MEMORY ERASED BY FURRY GIRL

WAIT IS WIGEN GONNA DIE

EXCUSE ME??

WIGEN WHERE R YOU

OH YOU'RE IN COMA LAND BECAUSE MUN IS IN A COM

Gelly your LAUGH

you're literally SCREAMING

Also Mr Hwang is going to k i l l you

did you forget that this man is super powerful

now is not the time to laugh you're getting the stranger things treatment

LEAVE MS CHU ALONE

GELLY U BETTER BE SO DAMN GRATEFUL TO MS CHU RN

I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, KANG KI YOUNG, YOUR EYES ARE SO EXPRESSIVE DAMN

Gelly.

LEAVE HANA ALONEEE

bro MR Hwang what are you doing tk gelly

LEAVE MY GIRLS ALONE YOU EVIL BASTARD

YUNG PEOPLE WHAT???

JEOK BONG GO ALREADY OLS

MR MA UR CHOKING HIM HE CANT ANSWER

MR MA PLEASE LEAVE MUN ALONE

CHAIRMAN SHOI WTF

FINALLY YOU HAVE A WEAPON

BUT A WHOLE AHH RAILGUN BRO

DAMNNNN

POP OFF GENTLEMAN

YUH EVIL SPIRITS YOU BETTER RUN

YOU MAY BE FROM HELL BUT CHAIRMAN CHOI HAS A GUN

BEST EQUIPMENT YESS KING

HOW MANY BULLETS DO YOU HAVE DAMNNN

MR MA BRO

DIDN'T U GET SHOT LIKE A MILLION TIMES

LEAVE MY HUBBY ALONE

wait yes use your training motak

USE YOUR TRAINING

HELL YEAH

BUT GO BACK TO SAFETY

wigen that place ur in is so pretty

MUN U BETTER NOT DIE

WAIT U CANT BCUS UR THE MC

yo su Ho what R u on about

the white ground?

OH IMPOSSIBLE TO RESTORE HIS MEMORIES

GELLY IMMA KILL YOU DEAD

motak your yung Partner is kinda annoying

MR MA S STOP USING TELEKINESIS TO REMOVE BULLETS

mr ma pls don't believe him

WAIT

YESSS

FINALLY

DONT BELIVE HIM

NOOO DONT ENTICE HIM BACK

pil Gwang with messy hair is mwah

MUN NOOOOO

chairman Choi bro stop yelling

OH SHIZWIZZLE I FORGOT MUN HAD GRANDPARENTS

they're so sweet💙💙💙💙

AHH IT'S HIS FRIENDS

JU-YEON YOU'RE SO SMART

I LOVE YOU AGAIN ALREADY UR LIKE A MINI MS CHU

noo don't cry please

imma cry if u cry

MOTAK R YOU GOOD

NOO HE'S STRESSED BECAUSE OF MUN

su ho please what are you on about

So much theorising but NO MATPAT

hana what are you doing?

OH NO UR MEMORY WALKING

DONT YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED WITH JI CHEONG SIN

MUN WHY ARE YOU AN EBOY

bro did you just say who are you??

EXCUSE ME??

WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYONE WILL DIE??

THAT'S WHAT CHEONG SIN SAID I THINK

OHH THAT MAKES SENSE

Su-ho you know literally everything

WIGEN NOOOOOO

NEITHER OF YOU R GONNA DIE AND I KNOW THAT BUT LIKE AAAAAA

ms chuuuuuu

you're doing the anime speech

who r these people

GELLY OMGSH

who is this freaking man bro

She's gonna kill youuuuu

THEY'RE MAKING FOOD FOR MUN AWWW THAT'S SO SWEET BUT SAD

MOTAK DONT BE STRESSED

UR OVERWHELMED

oh they're talking about 37 again

MS Chu do you have the key to this guy's house or something

37 NOOOOOO

NIGHTMARES ARE THE WORST

MS CHU HOW DID U FIND HIM

and ur still so kind

u better apologise

37 are u gonna remember

NOO HE'S CRYING

AND ALSO REMEBERING

SHE CANT EVEN TELL HIM I DONT THINK

AHH SHE CAN OK

THAT'S SO SWEET

bro knows Info good

WHERE'D U GO

motak what

AGAIN WITH THIS I CAN DO IT STUFF

AND THE THEME IS MORE UPBEAT NOW

WAHOO HE'S YOU CAN DO IT

RIPOFF HATTER DAMNIT

GELLY NOOOOO

Gelly stop being so nonchalant about this

u and your furry brass knuckles

JAE YOUL?? /37

GELLY LEAVE HANA ALONE PLS

HANA BE QUIET

JEOK BONG NOOO

HANA NOO

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY HYANA LAUGH

UH ohh hanas laughing, you're screwed gelly

HELL YEAH TAKEDOWN

WHY IS IT IN BLACK AND WHITE THO

OH BCUS GELLY CANT SEE IN THE DARK

ONE EYE

RIPOFF HATTER U BETTER NOT SHOOT NOBODY

ESPESH NOT MS CHU NOOO

ay

ayo???

So much just happened in like 2 seconds

firstly 37 where did u come from

second off NOO U GOT SHOT

YOU BETTER NOT DIE

PLEASE

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HEAL HIM ALREAFY

U BETTER NOT TRY AND SHOOT HER AGAIN

MOTAK IS GONNA KILL YOU

BRO DOUBLETAPPED HIM

YUHH GO MOTAK

GET WRECKED RIPOFF HATTER

GELLY UR SO SCREWED

ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO FEEL HER MOVEMENTS

NOO THERE'S LIGHT NOW

DID U LOSE YOUR OTHER EYE

OK U DIDNT

(the lighting is genuinely awesome, and Gelly piercing the walls with her furry knuckle spikes was such a good idea)

GELLY STOP TRYNA BE OMINOUS

AHH FINALLY TELEKINESIS

AND YOU BROKE HER BRASS KNUCKLE FINALLY

THAT WAS HER ONLY WEAPON ICE JUST REALISED

HAHA STOOBID

YEAH SUMMON HER PLS

bro Gelly u did not just say fine to that

U SOUND LIKE A DYING ANIMAL BRO

OK IT'S GONA FINALLY

WAHOO

Jeok bong ur so happy

BRO HOW IS IT DAYTIME ALREAFY

this is so wholesome!!!

theys all greeting their yung partners and it's all hunky dory

(I'm secretly very scared because Ji cheong sin is gonna show up in this ep I think)

MOTAK I LOVE U

AND ALL OF U

MUN AND WIGEN U BETTER BE CHEERING

MUN CANT BUT EH

MUN'S GRANDMA WHERE ARE YOU GOING

PLEASE

MR MA IS GONNA GET U

NOOOOOOOO

OIL DEMON U BETTER NOT HURT MY FAVOURITE OLD LADY

OK THANK GOD

WAIT MR MA IS GONNA USE HER TO GET TO THE COUNTERS NOOO

Gelly what

oh yeah you have no memories of the Counters now

BRO IS THAT MR HWANGS CAR

IT IS DAMNIT

don't patronise her

GELLY DONT SAY U REMEMBER

THAT'S ALL UR CONCERNED ABOUT MR HWANG

POWER THIS POWER THAT

LEAVE GELLY ALONE

NOO UR GONNA EAT HER

DAMNITTTTTT

THAT'S TERRIBLE OH NOOO

MR MA NOOOOO

LEAVE CHOI ALONE

OIL MONKEY

hana you're so brave

this is so emotional!!!

AYO IT'S MY BABY BOY

JI CHEONG-SIN

I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOH BUT AT THE SAME TIME, HANA PLS BE CAREFUL

LEAVE MUN ALONE PLEASE

I WAS RIGHT THAT IS WHAT JI CHEONG SIN SAID

HES HAVING NIGHTMARES

IT'S THE WAY THEY JUST ROLL BACKWARDS FOR ME

MUN NOO

wait what is this

is this the hotel???

AHH IT IS

HE THINKS THEY'RE ALL DEAD NOOO

POOR MUN

JI CHEONG SIN YOU BASTARD U TRAUMATISED HIM

MUN DONT YELL

HOW IS SHE HERE IF SHE'S DEAD HM

LET HER SHOW U YES

HE'S RELIVING THE MEMORIES WAHOO

PLEASE BELIEVE MUN

NOOO HE DOESNT BELIEVE

WHY

WDYM UR EXHAUSTED

OH NO

NOT THE ACCIDENT

NOO

NOT THIS AGAIN

U CANT LET HIM SEE IT

WIGEN'S GONNA DIE TOO NOO

THIS IS SO INTENSE

YES HE STOPPED THE TRUCK

YESSSS

HE STOPPED EVERYTHING

He remembers finally!!

and his hair is going curly again!!

DONT CRY OR I'LL CRY TOO

NOT THE YOUNGER SELF NODDING TO HIM

YESS HE'S GONNA WAKE UP

AND WIGEN IS OK TOO

YAYYYYY

I CANT TAKE U SERIOUSLY WITH EBOY HAIRCUT THO PLS GO BACK TO NORMAL

IT'S CURLY AGAIN WOOHOO

HE'S BACK YAY

MY BABY BOY IS BACK

AND HIS HUMOUR HASN'T GONE

I'M SO GLAD THE EPISODE ENDS ON A HAPPY NOTE

TIME FOR THE POST CREDITS SCENE!

bro MR Hwang what R u doing to Mr ma

HE'S GONNA DO WHAT TO HIM

NAHH THAT'S SUCH A BIG CLIFFHANGER

CYA GUYS ON THE NEXT ONE OF THESE

TYSM FOR THE NOTES 💙💙💙

THE LINK TO THE NEXT ONE WILL GO HERE BECAUSE THIS REBLOG CHAIN IS MAKING MY PHONE LAG

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E4 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

glad we've got another furry lady (Gelly) to replace hyang-hui

If she hurts my baby I will break her acrylics

and also her spine

Pil Kwang and Mun are really just stranger things-ing it right now and I'm all here for it

It's giving eleven vs one but better because I like this show

Ah yes the power of a promise made you stronger good

how dare that man try and shoot chairman Choi if I snatch your weave this second

Gelly please stop with the scratching

So many problems would be stopped if people used their teeth as weapons

Getting choked? Bite. Getting held down? Bite. Jeok Bong I know you're new but please just bite her

MS SO IS BACK WOOHOO AND WONG IS GONE BOY GETCHA VAMPIRE LOOKIN-AHH OUT OF HERE

(he was kinda cool though)

oh damnit I forgot about the other Chinese counters

WAHOO MS CHU AND MS SO APPRECIATION

Chairman Choi you better thank Mun for saving you from that bullet

mo tak coming in with the tango disc pop off king

MS CHU WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU

CHAIRMAN CHOI IS SIMPING REAL HARD RN

DAMN ARE THEY GOOD AT DANCE

oh no jeok-Bong are you good

my poor baby noo

GELLY YOU DESERVED THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE YOUR EYE WAS GONE BUT HELL IF YOU DESERVED IT

Pil Kwang why are you naked Pil Kwang why are you naked I don't care you just got out of the bath WHY ARE YOU NAKED PIL KWANG WHY ARE YOU

excuse me what is this wet monkey looking thing

you look like you smell of bin juice and petrol

STOP CORRUPTING MY MR. MA

STOP BREATHING IN HIS FACE TOO YOU'LL GIVE HIM BLACK LUNG

oh I really hope he doesn't get possessed but I have a very bad feeling he will

JEOK BONG WHERE ARE YOU

YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE ME NOOOO

GELLY YOU FURRY BASTARD YOU SCARED HIM

NOW HE FEELS WORTHLESS ASDAGFJGKGASHKHF

HE BETTER COME BACK

I swear if its because his pores are clogged that his power stopped working or because he got punched I will cry

Jeok-Bong's dad stop comparing your son, that happened to me and it was BAD

My poor baby UnU

SEONG-SIK YOU BASTARD

HOW DARE YOU PUT MY BABY IN DANGER

LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE THE DAD ALONE TOO

ayo why does this man have so much blood in his nose

AHH HIS POWER CAME BACK

HE JUST HAD TO GET GUT IN THE NOSE AGAIN

HELL YEAH GET WRECKED YOU STINKY BASTARD

GET HIM BABY WAHOO

PUT COW DUNG ON THAT MAN

MMMMM Y'ALL IN YUNG BETTER BE CHEERING

WELL DONE JEOK-BONG

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TO ETERNAL OIL HELL WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT

AWWW JONG-GUK ISNT MAD GOOD

WAIT HE'S 21?

I SMELL MORE BS IN THAT STATEMENT THAN JEOK-BONG DOES AT WORK GOSH DAMN

THE BIG BROTHER STATEMENT

Aww him and his dad are bonding again finally

This is so wholesome I'm going to cry

MHM UR MAKING YOUR DAD PROUD JEOK-BONG

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

No because tell me why Mun has such a good fashion sense

And Mo-Tak too

And Ha Na

All of them actually

Gelly I regret to tell you but that steak is raw

I hope you get food poisoning

STOP MAKING CONNECTIONS DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

NOO IT'S THE EVIL OIL DEMON THING

LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY SOUNDING VOICE BETTER SINK BACK INTO THE OIL OCEAN

Mo-Tak please relax you're like three 9 year-olds in a trench coat

KWANG AND GELLY

YOU BASTARDS

EVIL OIL DEMON STUPID

LEAVE MY MR. MA OUT OF THIS

HOW DARE THE EPISODE END THERE

[juneberrie]

꒰ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟒𝟐!𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"hey, pretty girl." miles uses this one mostly when you get dressed up, but he always thinks youre gorgeous

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"i wanna treat my girl." miles looves calling you his girl <3 also, he loves it when you call him 'my boy' <3

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐀 ⤵

"te amo, princesa. you know that." he thinks you're royalty and he treats u like it! he spoils u when he has extra cash, he always opens doors 4 u, he's just a perfect gentleman &lt;3

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈 ⤵

"you look incredible, mami." literally everyone agrees on this one, yeah? he just thinks its cute.

𝐌𝐀 ⤵

"later, ma. okay? hey. i love you." he pulls this one out most often when he's distracted or busy. he'll throw it in off handedly. it's his way of adding a bit of affection when he can't give you all his attention.

𝐌𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀 ⤵

"come here, mi vida." ur his life!!! he heard his mom using it with his dad (rip lmao) and he immediately picked up on it

𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐎 ⤵

"ay, mi cielo. do you know how much i love you?" listen bitch. u r miles' whole entire world, which includes his sky <3 he looovvves youuuuu

𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐋 ⤵

"que haces, mi sol?" same as above <3 wait no, actually. u r miles' whole galaxy he loves u so much. deal with it <3 also if ur his sunshine!gf? forget about your name, thats literally all he's ever gonna call u

𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐀 ⤵

"anything for you, mi reina." same as princesa, he thinks you're royalty and u should be treated as such.

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 ⤵

"i wouldn't change a thing about you, mi amor." another one he picked up from his parents. he thinks its sweet and simple; a way of incorporating his language with a cute nickname.

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ⤵

"i missed you, baby." 90% of the time he will use this when he's tired or when he wants something >:)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀 ⤵

"you're so short. chiquita." he'll mostly call u this if ur short (me) LMAO but he loves you <3 he thinks its cute. you could be half an inch shorter than him and he'd still call it on grounds of you being short.

[ghostismybbygorl]

My sweet boy

Soap x ghost

Summary: soap takes ghost to meet his mom for the first time

Warnings: thick scottish writing, embarrassing baby photos, not proofread

"oh Mah bairn! How urr ye daein' ?!"

"Hey ma im doin well"

Johnny decided to give his mother a call to tell her the news

"Hae ye bin eating, did ye fin' a lover yit, whit's thair name, dae ye aye hae that ridiculous skin heid, och mah sweet laddie whin urr ye comin' hame we lassy you!"

"Maa!" Johnny said blushing over the phone

"Ive been fine, yes i have been eating, and yes i did find someone thats why i called you"

"Och guid! a'm sae happy youre in loue whit's thair name!? "

"His name is simon." He said nervously

Ever since johnny came out as bisexual he was always nervous about how his mom reacted to bringing home a man in his life. She was very traditional and wasn't very accepting of it but, she couldn't push her son away he was her pride and joy. She immediately warmed up to the fact that hey if her son is happy shes happy no matter what he does.

She ghasped

"A laddie! och mah loue howfur is he? does he treat ye weel? whin ur we meetin him? yer sisters lassy ye!"

"Ma!" He laughed "that why i called, simon and i have been stationed here for a few weeks and i thought it was time for you to meet him"

"Och joy mah loue! please hae him come ower fur tea ah wid loue tae catch up wi` him. Noo whit does he lik' 'n' whit doesn't he lik', is he allergic tae anythin' that a'm needin' tae ken aboot? "

"He'll eat just about anything. He's not a picky eater like me" he replied

"Thats guid peely-wally mak' a roast! ah cannae hauld yer horses tae see ye johnny! "

"Thats great ma! Hey i have to go the captains calling"

"I love you son! Forever and always"

"Love you too ma!"

Johnny hung up and walked to the debriefing room where price was going over the plans for the next mission. Once he dismissed everyone simon came over to him

"You ready to meet my family?" Johnny asked

Simon nodded "yeah im ready"

Jihnny gave him a peck over his clothed face

"Be ready by 3 and wear something nice no hoodies gitta make a good impression"

Simon rolled his eyes "roger"

Johnny was fidgeting like crazy running his hands through his hair staring at his outfit in the reflection worring about how he looked. He was wearing his kilt with a sweater over it. He liked to wear it around his family when he's visiting since it was such a special occasion to visit. He sighed fixing his hair trying to slick down his Mohawk from any fly aways. He didnt realize that simon had walked up behind him wrapping his arms around his waist

"You look great" he said kissing his cheek

Simon was wearing a black sweater with jeans and his docs. He wasnt wearing his mask revealing his scarred face.

"You ready love" simon asked

"Yeah i am" johhny replied getting into the car

The ride was quiet both boys where nervous. Simon worrying about his impression, johnny worrying about his family liking his new boyfriend.

Johnny drove down the driveway of his childhood home. His family had a cozy house with a large plot of land that had cows, chickens, and a few horses roaming around

"Looks like you where raised on a farm" simon quipped

"Oh Gang bile yer heid"

Simon chuckled grabbing soaps hand

"Everything's going to be alright don't worry" he said kissing his hand "love you"

Johnny parked the car letting out a sigh

"You ready?" He asked

"I am" simon replied giving him a kiss

As soon as johnny got out if the car he was tackled by his sister

"YOU STUPID PERSON WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND" she yelled in his chest

"Good to see you too grace" he said returning the hug

Grace looked over at simon. He awkwardly waved at her "hello" he walked over and was immediately pulled into a hug. Simon awkwardly hugged her back

“So you must be the famous Simon!” she said smiling “welcome home! C’mon in the rest of the family is waiting”

Simon and johnny walked into the house where they where greeted with a Australian shepherd. Her little nub of a tail wagon a million miles an hour She jumped onto Simon barking at him and licking his hands.

“LACEY GET DOWN!” johnny's mother walked into the room holding a toddler on her side. She had the same exact features as johnny bright blue eyes long curly black hair down to her waist.

“I'm so sorry Simon she gets too excited when she meets new people” she set down the toddler on the floor where he ran straight to johnny

“uncleJohn!” he yelled waddling over to him

“Hey fergus!” Johnny scooped him up and gave him raspberry on his cheek. “Wheres your mommy?” fergus pointed to a pregnant woman waddling over from the kitchen

“Johnny you're here!” she said giving a kiss on his forehead and grabbing fergus. “Hows my baby brother doing?” she looked over to Simon and smirked “and how's the new family member doing?”

Simon blushed ruffling the back of his hair emmiting a shy “good”

She stuck out her hand “ olivia, nice to meat you” Simon shook her hand “and I'm Ferguth” the toddler said reach his hand out

“Hello fergus” Simon said shaking his hand

“Wheres pa?” johnny asked looking around the living room

“You know exactly where he is” olivia said pointing to the love seat in the corner where a man with a pot belly slept he had a baseball cap covering his face while his long brown hair stuck out every which way he had a long beard which settled down to his chest.

Johnny walked over giving his thickest Scottish accent Simon had ever heard

“Weel if it isnae th' pie-eater his-sel captain angus mactavish” he slapped his stomach waking him up from his slumber

“Ye wee wanker ah wis juist haein a guid dream” he said holding up his fists “Git yer bahookie ower 'ere ye wee jobby ah cannae hae mah son beat me noo”

Johnny and his dad fake fought causing Fergus to run over to them and fake fight with them. Angus wailed in fake pain as his grandchild hit him

“Oh me chest the wee lad got a punch to em, gonna be strong like year uncle aren't ye” he said grabbing Fergus and tickling him causing a fit of giggles. Simon smiled at the sight of Johnny's family he was reminded of his late family having fun like this (aside from kicking out his father from his family). He missed the atmosphere of what he had back then.

Fergus got out of his grandfathers lap and ran to simon "uncle john is tis your boyfwend!?" Pointing at him "it is" he replied

Fergus held his hands up wanting Simon to pick him up "uppies!"

"Oh you want uppies yeah?" Simon grabbed him settling him on his hip. Fergus pointed at his scars "you got a boo boo!" He pointed out

"Fergus!" Johnnys mom scolded him "im sorry simon this little bugger still learning his manners"

"Its alright mrs.mactavish my nephew did the same thing"

"Oh please call me liz! Mrs. mactavish is my mother in law!" Angus let out a loud laugh

"Kin that wench rest in peace" he said sighing the cross

Fergus touched simons scar on his lip

"how did you get the boo boo?" He asked

"Well i fought some bad guys like your uncle and had a bad accident causing to get boo boos on my face" Fergus gasped "did the bad guys go bye bye?"

"Yeah they did gave em a good wave goodbye"

Fergus smiled "i can make the boo boo feel better ma always does dis when i get one" fergus kissed his hand and put it on simons lip "bye bye boo boo!"

"Well look at that its all better" simon smiled he set fergus down where he ran to liz

"G-ma i made uncle simons boo boo feel better" he smiled

“You did! Well look at you ferg gonna be a good doctor one day!” she ruffled his hair causing him to giggle.

Angus got up from his seat with a groan

"Right lets see this fine man my sons datin'" angus walked over to Simon assessing his features. He put a hand on his shoulder

"Promise to take care of me boy?" He asked

Simon nodded "already do, should see em on the field definitely wouldnt make it without me"

"Oi!" Johnny chimed in "not true at all"

Angus gave another belly laugh

"i like em you should keep em john!"

Johnny rolled his eyes

A tall man walked over and put his arm around olivia “nice to meet you Simon I'm matt” he shook his hand

“Nice to meet you” Simon replied

There was a ding that came to the kitched lizs face lit up.

"Oh! The roasts ready! Everyone grab a plate!"

The whole family gathered into the kitchen

"Wait g-ma! we gotta do grace!" Fergus yelled

"Oh thats right! Simon do you want to do grace?"

Simon awkwardly stood by johnny

"I uhm"

"Ma hes not... you know"

"Oh! Its alright simon we dont have to do it" liz looked at fergus "we can do grace in our heads tonight"

Fergus looked confused but agreeds

Everyone sat the table fergus sat next to simon om his right and johnny to the left of him, angus sat at the head of the table along with matt on the other side. Olivia sat next to him, liz was in the middle, and grace was next to her father.

"So anything new since i left?" Johnny said shoving food in his mouth.

"Johnathan scott wheres your manners!" Liz said smacking his hand across the table. Johnny face turned red and swallowed his food.

"Honestly he eats like he's been starved. Oh angus remember when he ate so fast he got the hiccups for the first time" liz sighed with a dreamy look

"oh when he was a wee lad he used to run around the house nude" angus chimed in

"Or when he got a crayon stuck in his nose" olivia chuckled

"Oi it was a triple dog dare you cant break those!" Johnny huffed. His face was as red as a tomato. Simon let out a chuckle.

"He still runs around in the nude" simon chimed in

Johnny hid his face from his family blushing scarlet now. His family laughing at the embarrassing stories they had of him

When dinner was done liz gasped

"I have something to show you simon!"

She jogged upstairs and came down holding a large book

"LITTLE JOHNNYS BABY PHOTOS!" She whispered excitedly she sat on the couch patting for him to sit next to her

Simon smiled sitting and looking at the photos

Johnny was cleaning up the dishes when he heard chuckling in the living room

"Oi what the-" johnny stopped in his tracks face turning more red than before "ma! Are those my baby photos?!"

Olivia and grace snickered

"Wait till he sees the nude photos" they said to each other laughing

Simon looked at the photos grinning johnny was a cute baby. He turned the pages and saw him in the bathtub full of soap

"Oh that was his first bubble bath" liz cooed "he used to love em!"

"He still does "simon replied causing liz to chuckled

"Aww olivia look it was when we took our first Christmas photo with johnny"

"Ohh and look that was olivia first meeting johnny whats a great memory"

"Oh look at that! His first football game!" Olivia pointed out

"Looks like the mowhawk was his style" simon chimed in

"Oh yes the wee lad decided to give himself a little haircut"

She pointed to a photo of him with a bandaid on his chin

"Thats where he got that scar of his! Olivia and him wouldn't stop fighting had to tie em to a chair to get them to get along."

"That ones cute" simon pointed to him holding a baby

"Oh that was the first day we brought home grace he was head over heels for her he vowed to protect her and fight off her boyfriends"

"And i still do!" Johnny chimed in sitting next to simon locking his hands together with his

"Remember this one!" Olivia pointed to johnny in a bathrobe giving a glare "he was so mad because i ised up all the hot water" she laughed "fuckin pissed me off" johnny replied

Liz flipped the page and laughed at the photo of him sleeping on the floor "oh wee lad loved sleeping in different places look at this one he fell alseep on the counter after a football game"

Simon chuckled and pulled out his phone showing a photo of soap sleeping on their couch. Liz and Olivia let out a loud laugh "oh he never changes" Olivia said slapping his shoulder

Simon held the book now looking through the pages until he stopped at a photo of him being the goalie and right next to the photo was him and olivia on his back

"Oh thats when our schools team won the finals! For both the boys and girls team!" Olivia pointed "johnny was such a good goalie he could have been pro if he didn't enlist in the royal marines"

"Yeah i would but i wouldnt have met simon" he squeeze simons hand simon set his head on his shoulder closing the picture book

"Thank you for the photos i really enjoyed them" simon handed the book to liz she patted his back "love its always a pleasure to embarrass my son!" She laughed setting the book on the coffee table.

The whole family decided to play a couple of games until it was time for simon and johnny to go back to the base. Johnny said goodbye to his mother giving her a kiss on the cheek and giving his dad a bear hug. He hugged both of his siters and gave blew his nephew a raspberry on his cheek. Simon shook angus' hand then he was pulled into a giant hug from him

"you take care of our son you hear?" He let go of simon with johnnys mom giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"The door is always open for the two of you!" She said waving goodbye to them as they walked back to the car.

Simon sat in the passenger seat while johnny drive

"So that was my family" he said

He looked over to see simon sulking

Johnny grabbed his hand giving it a kiss

Simon looked at him

"they remind me if my family"

"I know they do babe, but id have ti say they absolutely adore you and my family is your family"

Simon smiled "i love you"

"Love you too bonnie" johnny replied giving simons hand another kiss

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7 snippets, 7 people, as tagged by @wolven-writer :D gotta provide 7 wip snippets hehehe

1. "Actually, I wanted ta ask you somethin'. See, I wrote a poem for someone special, and I need to know if it's any good in the structure, bein' a limerick an' all."

The elephant headed elezen stared at her before sighing and giving a dejected bwoop. Hilda grinned, then sat him down and cleared her throat.

"There was once was a man given laurels

Who fought like an angry ma coeurl.

Braver 'n all,

he comes to the call

And his name is Ser Aymeric d'Borel."

"How did you know it was me?" Aymeric asked, sighing. Hilda laughed loudly.

"You're bleedin' obvious, stiff-spine!"

2. jacke: hooty hoo i sure love protecting limsa lominsa from the shadows

leo: gods i love treasure. i love treasure so much and flying

rando: haha! i have taken ur treasure, now im skedaddling to my home in limsa!

leo: o no. get back here! my gold!!! my gems!!!

jacke: oboi dock information. waow someone got stuff from the sea of clouds?? cool af bro!

rando: wehehe i stole it fair n square—tf is that

jacke: is that boat flying?

leo: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

jacke: oh jfc. uh. llymaen's dick we're all dead

leo: -lands safely bc he's Experiencedtm- wheremst the FUCK is my shit

rando: fuck

jacke: hold on there cove

leo: what. what did u call me

jacke: cove. it means. nvm. anyway. he stole that treasure fair and square—

leo: yeah from me

jacke: and weve got rules in limsa that say piracy is allowed

leo: takin it back.

jacke: not allowed

rando: go ahead and try

leo: i will cut you. where is your ship. where is his ship

jacke: i dont have that info

rando: if you try to raid it i will summon my lackeys and end ur life

leo: motherfucker. i entered some ancient ruins full of allagan bullshit and a mega fuckton of demons. i saved the goddamn warrior of light in their darkest hour. i am finding your stupid ship and i am taking my shit back

leo: fuck you.

jacke:

rando:

leo: now for my—

jacke: the warrior of light???????

leo: treasure—

jacke: as in THE wol!?

leo: can i—

jacke: that dork on the docks over there!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

leo: -looks over- oh aye! hey!!!

wol: -waves-

3. Isa looked up from his plate, his fork stabbed into a chicken leg, concetration moved completely from the food. Both Xemnas and Xehanort watched him with curiosity.

"The moon," he murmured. "It's rising."

"And?" Xehanort asked, raising an eyebrow—just as Isa closed his eyes. In a wash of twinkling lights, his hair shifted from its cobalt blue to an icier hue. When he opened his eyes, they were gold, just as they'd been the night before.

"So that's it. I had wondered why your eyes were green," Xemnas said, smiling. "Does that transformation happen daily?"

"Yes. It only happens on the planet, however, when the moon offers its power once more," Isa explained. He tore some chicken out and ate it. "Thank you for the meal."

4. Erichthonios hiked his hood up on his shoulder and steadied himself as the railcar rocked back and forth. It wasn't as steady as he had been told, so maybe this type of car was different? As it rocked again, he thought maybe there was a first class type.

Someone bumped into him and yelped in surprise. They looked up at him with wide blue eyes and tousled, silver hair. Erichthonios stared. He wasn't sure of what to do, exactly. It didn't matter, in the end, as the person righted themself and chuckled.

"Sorry about that. I was careless," the person said, smiling. Erich thought it was a nice smile, certainly different from what he had experienced of the city so far. It wasn't overwhelming or cruel or anything of the sort.

5. "Gil for your thoughts?" Erichthonios said. Speaking of, if he didn't get that stuff from the swamp, he wouldn't get paid... It'd be a cold night in the dirt for him, then.

"I am here to help a friend, but..."

"Oh." Erich nodded. That made sense. By this time, most people had a crew they could run with and work with. Splitting the rewards of higher-risk and higher paid jobs, hanging out with each other, becoming closer as people—

"...around," Themis continued.

"Pardon? Sorry, I zoned out," Erichthonios said, rubbing his head. How embarrassing, he'd been the one to ask the question.

"Oh, I was saying my friend may not need too much help, so I doubt they'd mind if I stuck around for awhile."

"I see. Why stick around here? It's the end of the world," Erichthonios said as they approached the gate.

"The aether of this place is fascinating. Don't you think? The truth is, I'm here on a mission from Sharlayan to look into all of this," Themis said. "Maybe we can reverse it, is what my friend thinks."

Did he kiss this friend, too? Erichthonios looked up to the sky where a dome of corrupted aether hung over them all. It could make it difficult at times to see what time of day it was.

"So what were you out in The Thicket for?" Themis asked. Erichthonios jumped, making Themis giggle. "You are easily distracted."

"I just have a lot on my mind," Erich said. "As for why... I was asked to fetch some herbs from the area. I got a few of what they asked for."

"And then every Morbol from seedling to Malboro got hungry for gunbreaker?" Themis chuckled. "I have heard that they will sometimes rampage if they sense something good. Carnivorous plants are like that."

6. He ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously.

"Was that... too much?"

"Too much what? Passion?" Amity laughed. "I see now that your passion lies in the potential of the life to be lived. It was obvious all day long, but even the words to speak it are clear to me now."

She smiled softly, watching the glow of his eyes, fussed with a curl, then looked up at the stars. "I... I wish I could be more like you again. That part of me waxes and wanes, I'd like it to fuel me so."

"You feel the same?"

"Torn in twain when someone dear dies? And so the flowers weep." Amity swept her arm around and laughed quietly. Hermes closed the last of the distance between their bodies and cupped her scaled cheek, rubbing the dark keratin.

"They shine like stars... Much like your aether," Hermes said quietly. He leaned in. Amity did the same—and pulled back just before they met.

"I can't," she said, scooting away. "I'm sorry."

7. "Help me," he said. There was no sensual feeling to it, no lust, just a command to come and assist. Ansel did so, moving inside as Strix prepared a couple cloths. He handed one, damp and warm, to Ansel, who took it in hand and started on Strix's face.

It was a delicate operation, he knew. Each feather was made of shaft and barbs and barbules, as Strix had explained one night, amidst careful preening. Ansel held the cloth over the dried cum and tried to hydrate before pulling. Then he took it off, one spot at a time.

Strix was working between his legs during the soaking process, but when Ansel started stroking his skin with the washcloth... he nearly melted on the spot, eyelids closing halfway and hand faltering. He soon regalvanized himself and set to once more, getting himself cleaned up with somewhat rougher strokes. He knew what his feathers could handle.

No one had ever been so gentle before.

if you see this, feel free to do it ^-^ tag 7 folks after

[ligayangdala]

hi admins!!

ayon, sadly, my kasituationship and i decided na it’s better for us to be friends nalang, pero nde ko alam if decision ba talaga namin or bec of the circumstances back then. kasi feel ko, like if ‘di siguro nagkapandemic, may something pa rin kami until now HSHSHAHA

i know he alluded na he want to continue what we have kahit long distance or maybe even go beyond, kasi willing kasi sya magtravel papunta sa amin nung mga una-una HAHAHAHA like ??? it baffled me na he’s willing to sit through hours of travel for some pussy pero anong sasabihin ko sa parents ko when he comes over??? “ma, dy, si * po. and he came here to rearrange my guts.” my overthinking ass could never tell them na he visited just because he missed me and that he’s just a friend kasi i know they’ll know.

so ayun feel ko ako talaga may kasalanan why we ended the way we did kasi i have strict parents but he understood, kasi first child and first grandchild. alao kaya he always babied me during our thing and he checks up on me pa rin until now, and kinikilig ako everytime 😭 1.) pogi kasi sya — alam niyo yung clean type na pogi? jaehyun vibes talaga ineexude nya and i’m a valentine so nde puchu puchu lang yung comparison ko just to project HSHSHSHA like LEGIT POGI, 2.) he knows what to do in bed !! mostly ng expi ko is from him and all of them r great, minsan natutulala ako tas my mind will replay the unspeakable things we did 🫣 3.) he’s mabango — nakaka-📯knee madalas yung amoy nya, and 4.) matalino — summa sya last grad hshdhd tas inaya nya pa ako umattend ng grad nya kasi his parents were out of the country )): punta sana ako para may kasama sya but he told me his ate came home like two days before d-day so as usual nathreaten aq kc meet the ate agad and i was thinking,,,, bakit ako pupunta ng grad nya, sino ba ako???????

sorry po ang haba na yata kc miss q sha pero dahil sa sinabi nyo, admin, I’m still thinking about what my bestie told me, they told me na baka nga ako raw laging nagsasabotage ng good things for myself, kasi i feel like i don’t deserve nice things. maybe we both do, tas dahil sya sa unresolved issues natin and repressed trauma )): kasi my kasituationship never told me na he doesn’t want a relationship, i decided that. and i think i did that because that made me feel better ): kasi we were exclusive, label nalang talaga kulang. so i think paladesisyon talaga ako n told myself na ay ok walang label so hanggang d2 nalang tayo vebs pero kebs lng kc masaya naman tau both and inaalagaan naman natin ang isa’t-isa, oks na aq d2 typa shit so iniisip ko nalang na sana kapag pwede na, pwede pa.

love u admins !! sending u consented warm hugs 🫂  it’s crazy how i easily felt like this is a safe place n trauma dumped onto u like that HSHDHA balik tayo sa regular livogue programming in a few

- 🥐

omg omg omg 🥐 anon this is long overdue pero thank u for thinking that our blog is a safe space for u 😭 [nag-hug pabalik]

i love how you described him ha!! he seems like a really good guy, a dream guy!!

and omg!! i agree with what ur bestie told u bc i've been in that phase before, nung nireto ako ng h.s friend ko sa kablock niya na super nice naman talaga, i started questioning if i deserve the things he's doing for me kasi :((( he'd pick me up for late night drives and maguusap lang kami, he'd give me space whenever i needed it but ako 'tong tatatanga tanga na inisip na maybe if sinagot ko siya, he'd eventually be like my ex na GRRRR every time a good guy comes around me, when they treat me right, i automatically think na gagawin nila 'yung ginawa ng ex ko sakin— so it really is the trauma speaking kaya siguro tayo nagjjump na sa conclusions agad hsgdhshs gets ba??? i feel like i'm just saying words pero walang sense brhwhrdhhshd pero i hope nagets niyo dysgdhfh that guy na nireto sakin ng hs friend ko? he will always be my favorite what if ko sa life 🥹

🥐 anon, sana talaga kapag pwede na, pwede pa kayo ni ka-situationship mo!! ARGGG we wish you happiness and all (AND OF COURSE LABEL?!)

[pascalpanic]

i am SPAMMIN ur inbox i apologize my love BUT if i may say: “No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!” from the prompt list with frankie or javi would be so good

frankie because he’s a shy lovesick dork

javi because “NO they can’t know i was that whipped from the beginning”

also stay hydrated today, you’re wonderful thank you for always making me smile :”)

sunny NEVER apologize for spamming me

Mama Morales (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: You help Frankie move. Teresa, Frankie’s mom, loves to meddle.

W/C: 1.4K

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad.

A/N: this was unbetad (like many of these requests) so. beware of fuckups. I just wanted an excuse to call Frankie a DILF, and sunny u handed it to me on a silver platter. lessgo. also “alabanza” means “praise to this”, it’s a commonly used phrase to mean “praise” in the way english would use like “thank god”.

Frankie’s fiancée left him after the events in South America. It wasn’t a total surprise to him- Jen had been on edge of a breakup with him for a while now. She never wanted to be a mother, never wanted the domesticity that Frankie did. They wanted different things. She no longer wanted the child she and Frankie had.

So she left. She left the baby at Teresa Morales’s home in the middle of the night and called her home number. She called the woman who Frankie thought would one day be her mother-in-law. Left a short voicemail and blocked her number.

Instead of returning home to his fiancée, he found his mother and his daughter sitting in his apartment. Teresa teared up as she stood and walked to her son. “She left, mijo.”

He sobbed and sobbed into his mother’s arms until his little girl cried herself out of hunger. He went to feed his child and decided if Jen wasn’t going to be a mother to his child, he was going to be the best damn single father he could.

Frankie didn’t know what to do. When his mother finally left, he reached for the phone to call you. You’d met Frankie through Jen at a bar. You’d liked the man instantly. You became better friends with him than you ever had been with Jen. You’d been crushing on him since the day you met him, but you’d never do something like that.

You pick up and Frankie talks first. “Hey.”

“Hi, how was the mission?” You ask, somewhat cheery. You love talking with the man. Jen had mentioned he was going on another trip with his buddies from the Special Ops days. You liked the men, having met them a few times in the past.

He doesn’t answer. “Have you heard from Jen in the past week?” He asks.

Hm. “No, I haven’t. Why?” You ask.

He pauses. “She left. I don’t know where she went, but she left my mother a voicemail and left Indie with her. She said she’s left me for good. And she didn’t want Indie anymore,” he says, choked up the most at the last part.

Your heart stops. “Frankie,” you coo softly. “Can I bring dinner over to your place tomorrow?”

He nods. “I would like that.”

-

So Frankie raised little Indie (short for Indigo) on his own for a few months. He stayed in the home he and Jen once shared, raising her. He texted and called you often. You found yourself at their place many nights in a week.

Eventually, the memories of the home grew to be too much. It was around the time that Indie turned one. She grew to adore you. You and Teresa were the only people other than her daddy who she liked to be held by.

“Yo,” you answered through a mouthful of food. Frankie just called you.

“I’m thinking about moving,” he admitted, right off the bat.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you didn’t sooner, to be honest. I think it’ll do you some good.”

That night, you went with him to drive around and look at houses for sale. It was fun. You snacked and drank sodas as you drove through your town, looking at houses. He’d mention one he liked, you’d disapprove. The reverse happened often too.

A few weeks later, Frankie decided that an apartment would be best. Especially since it’s just him and Indie. Once he finally signed the lease, it was time to move. Both you and his mother insisted on helping.

“Come on, Frankie. It’s the least I can do. Friends help friends move, right?” You’d asked him over the phone.

He’d sighed. “I suppose. Just… my mom can be a bit much. She’s gonna-“

“Parents love me. Don’t worry about it, Fish.”

Now you’re at Frankie’s new apartment building, along with Teresa and Frankie. The three of you are sitting in the bare living room, you on the floor and the Moraleses on the couch. Frankie bounces Indie on his knee. The woman is absolutely fantastic. You can tell how she raised such a wonderful man as Frankie.

You tell her that and she grins. “Oh, Frankie does that on his own. He’s just lucky to have you around. You’re his angel, you know that?”

Frankie sinks down on his couch, hiding his face with his ball cap. “Mom,” he whines. “Don’t tell her I said that about her!”

Teresa completely disregards her son. “Oh, you mean so much to him. Always helping out with Indie, giving him company.”

You look at Frankie with a little smile. He dares to peek at you from under his cap and you grin. A smile crosses his face but he pulls it back down.

“He makes it easy,” you practically sing as you look at the man and his baby. He does. You love being around him, love the man and his baby girl.

Frankie groans and sits up, setting Indie on Teresa’s lap. “Let’s get moving shit, huh?” He asks and claps his hands together.

“You can’t take a compliment, Frankie,” you chuckle and stand from your place on the floor.

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The moving process goes smoothly. It mostly consists of you and Frankie hauling boxes up and down the stairs or elevator, and Teresa remains in the apartment with Indie.

You poke and tease at each other, until you’re unloading the final box. You stand next to each other in the elevator, and it’s quiet for a moment. “I’m glad I can be a help. I love you and your daughter and I-“ you cut yourself off. Did you really just say you love him?

“Well, we love you too,” Frankie chuckles, brushing it off as love between friends. Brushing it off so he doesn’t have to desperately hope and think about it when you leave him tonight, in his apartment with just him and Indie.

You smile a little. “Not only do I love you guys, I happen to think Indie’s dad is kinda cute,” you admit teasingly.

“Oh really?” He asks, his ears tingeing red.

You nod and smile straight ahead. “He’s a dilf, I must say.”

Frankie loses it laughing, his head falling against the back of the elevator. “I’m a dilf?”

“Yeah you are,” you grin. “You’re hot, you’re in shape, you’re funny, you’re kind. But Indie’s dad… he’s really something.”

He chuckles a little, fully blushing now. “Well, I’ve heard Indie really loves this woman her dad hangs around with. She’s been trying to get them together for ages, but her dad is a dumbass.”

You giggle and look at him, grinning ear to ear. “No way, that’s crazy,” you laugh. “Do you think she’d mind if that woman kissed her dad?”

He’s grinning just as wide as you are. “I don’t know about her, but I think her dad would really like it.”

And so you set down your box, and Frankie sets down his, and you put your hands on his shoulders and lean up gently as he bends down to you. Your lips meet in the middle, each smile fading as the lips exposing the teeth begin to press against each other. You throw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and Frankie puts his arms around your waist.

The elevator door opens and there stands Teresa Morales. She’s in shock for a moment but then she squeals in excitement. “Ay, alabanza!” She shouts happily, clapping her hands together and holding them to her chest. “Frankie, you finally did it,” she coos.

You break away with wide eyes, frightened that she saw it, but you laugh a little as you look up at him. “Finally?”

“Yeah, I tell my mom about you,” he admits and rubs the back of his neck. “She’s been pushing me for a while now.”

“I told you she felt the same! Ah, now get in this apartment with those boxes and let’s tell Indie about this development.”

Frankie laughs and lifts his box. “Ma, she’s a year old. She’s not gonna know any better.”

“I don’t know, I think she’s got a lot of insight,” you tease Frankie, nudging his hip with yours as you walk to the doorway. Before you enter, the same thought flashes through both of your minds. You steal one last kiss before you walk inside.

[celestialmango]

Unwilling prey, homebrew humanoid mimic pred, fear play, soft vore, safe vore, fatal implied (for your party), reader insert, DnD type setting

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Your heart pounds in your chest and you're gasping for breath as you lean against the cave wall and collapse, breathing hard you can help but think how stupid you were to agree to follow your group members as they wandered off from the main group and from the designated trail to explore, you're lvl ones, it's bad enough you guys got literally sucked into the campaign you were playing, DM included, then they wanted to split the party, but they wouldn't listen to you when you expressed how bad of an idea it was to explore an unknown dungeon if you split the party. Unlucky for you that had them decide that nobody was gonna pair up with you and now you're in this mess.

You had bumped into one of the DM's homebrew monster races a fucking humanoid mimic based on your DM's idea of "ok how about a mimic but this type of mimic is sexy and can be born from other races though still be full mimic but they at first they look completely normal and can shapeshift only the lower half of their body and ears with only minor changes to the appearance of their torso like if they try to turn into a fully scaled mer they're successful with their ears and tail but only get a few scales on their face and chest, and like, they take the abilities of the creatures they turn into and they can be any alignment"

And then your remember what else your dm said "I'm going to use them in vore campaign as a pred" a predator species, this is the vore campaign, what the fuck do you do now?

Your palm covers your mouth as you inhale sharply, your DM still controls certain aspects, you still have to role against the DM though they're trapped with the villain of the campaign they can still tell you when to roll and you can still tell them your role with some form of dice telepathy you don't really understand.

when the party split the DM made you make stealth checks when you entered the dungeon, you failed and as a bard the DM had you playing music which you asked if you were at least going to play well, you rolled a Nat 20 for that, and the DM told you if you lost the dice and didn't roll when you needed to you may end up screwed. the mimic ate yours. How? Well.

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You failed a perception check and sat on the random chest you found, you heard and voice tell you it sounded nice, you react by immediately jumping off it as it opens your dice bag fell to the ground with one of the mimic's hand snatching it off the ground, their crossed arms resting on the rim of the chest and propping their chin up with a mischievous grin on their face they address you," oy, why ya stop playin?" Failing to get a response out of your stunned form they push themselves up before they toss the bag in the air a few times, they dangle the bag in front of them " ya need this aye?" You nod feeling tense, the mimic grins, opens their mouth and tossing your dice bag in their gaping maw before snapping it shut as you stare in horror at the disappearing bulge of your dice as the mimic swallows them.

"Phooo,how bout ya come n get em? Go on n reach in." they place their elbows on the rim of the chest and prop their head up their maw gaping open once more while they look at you deviously, you turn tail and run.

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You grimace, if you don't get those dice back then...., taking a deep breath you turn around and walk back into the room, they're still waiting and grinning at you while you approach, "change ya mind?" They open their mouth again, you kneel and slowly shove your hand down their throat,their throat is relaxed, it feels like you're shoving your arm into a slimy tube lined with balloons, you reach in all the way to your shoulder you should have reached the dice by now, it's then you remember what else your DM said

"they'll have like six stomachs, and like four are bigger on the inside, 2 are not connected and are just filled with treasure n shit then there's and with the other four only 2 are digestive and the digestive ones are connected to each other and vise versa with the non-digestive ones, the top ones are stretchy and durable enough to hold a god damn chimera without much trouble but their stomach would look about half the size of what they ate because bigger on the inside and the bottom ones are like hammer space, once something is in you wouldn't even see a bulge, the friendly acting ones like to trick their targets into feeding themselves to them, only-"shit, oh fuck.

Your face goes pale and your eyes widen , you jerk your arm out to your elbow before the mimic's throat captures it in a vice grip, they grab your other arm and shove it in too gulping thickly you're pulled back in up to your shoulders, you stare at their face in terror, their eyes tell you all you need to know, they're going to eat you, there's no escape.

They grab the back of your head and shove your face into their salivating maw swallowing harshly, you're cries are muffled by the slick flesh pressed against your face, they grab your belt and pull , a sharp gulp forcing you in up to your hips, the mimic shifts their shape as they heft your kicking legs in the air giving themselves legs as they stand lifting themselves up and grasping your kicking legs in the air, they swallow and as your thighs pass their lips your hands push through a ring of flesh. Squish tight by thick muscles pulling you down you try to think of anything that might help you in this moment, a few more swallow your head enters the chamber.

Shit you can't think of anything, it's only a few more rounds before you're forced to curl up inside their gut, from the outside it looks as if they had swallowed a beach ball,you feel something hard under you and you grasp it, pulling it out from under you, you discover your dice bag, you roll to while you attempt an escape, you don't meet the DC, the only thing that escapes is air as the mimic let's out a belch loud enough to echo for several seconds.

They slap their hand on their stomach,"Ur-up, oy now, ya don really think tha would work did ya? Once I swallow something it ain't comin out easy, feel free ta keep tryin tho, ya squirmin feels great." Shit, you roll to persuade them to let you go as you struggle, kicking and pushing at their stomach wall, you tell them you didn't come in here alone, that your party will no doubt come investigate where that echo came from.

You fail once more,you can't see the wild and vicious looking grin that forms on their face, "a meal an a fight, sounds great ta me"shhiiiiit they're one of those types, you feel them move around a bit, you try to remember the last thing your dm said about the humanoid mimic's race, only, only what? "Only thing that can save you at that point is making it appealing to keep you alive as one of their many items they swallow, like give them something no one else can do" something no one else can do, the homebrew spells you chosen.

'what if I told you I had the ability to summon food and drink?' you feel them stop "I'd say ya were bullshitin me." 'but what if I can prove it?' You feel a hand slam down on your back and wince "then prove it, how bout ya summon me a beer?" 'i will need you to press a waterskin against your stomach.' "oh?" 'it's not a long range spell,' you feel them press something again their stomach and cast the spell hoping it will work through flesh, the mimic looks at the waterskin sceptically as it fills, they uncork it and lift the spout to their nose, they take a sniff and don't find anything off about the liquid so they take a swig, then proceed to down it.

You tense hearing them gulp and get ready to become drenched in alcohol...but it never happens,no drink comes raining down on you, you're confused they said a meal and a fight, you, weren't you the meal? What's going on?

"Ah, tha's some good stuff." They pat their gut, "was jus gonna take ya in for yur bounty but now I changed ma mind-" 'I have a bounty?' You interrupt, the mimic scoffs "wha ya didn know?" 'no, why do I have a bounty on me?' "oh yur serious, ya know tha group uh nobles ya pranked a tha had ya run out uh towns a while back?" 'oh them......I regret nothing...but wait, you said a fight and a meal after I told you about my party, what did you mean by that?' you ask apprehensive, "what ya think I meant?"

Oh, oh no, you shift uneasy, 'you're planning to fight and eat my companions aren't you?' "maybe I am,wha ya gonna do bout it." ....well the DM did say that it appears even if you end up dying here you can always roll-up a new character and come back as long as someone from the original group is still alive but you won't remember how you died.

'I'm in your magic damage resistant stomach, I don't think there's anything I can do except offer to summon food so you won't eat them.' they pat their bulging gut, "nice try but I ain't a bout ta give up on a fight an a squirmin meal, as fur wha I'm gonna do with ya now" you hear a groan beneath you and their gut clenches pressing down on you as you begin to slip through to the stomach connect to this one you hear them say "can na have ya givin me way, so I'll have ta swallow ya deeper."

You take a small plummet before landing in something soft and wet, you quickly cast dancing lights, you see you landed in a bunch of fabrics and other soft items, you think you see a few pillows and you have a bit more room despite being shoulder deep in fabrics and pillows, the sphincter above you looks twice your size now, damn you think, they really are bigger on the inside.

You sigh feeling a bit bad knowing you accidentally sent what is most likely a very high level mimic after your party, but hey, you did warn them splitting the party was a bad idea, you can't hear much now except the groans of their organs around you, knowing your not actually in any danger now you lift your arm out of the fabric and slam a fist against one of the fleshy walls surrounding you in frustration, their stomach jostles and you clap your hands over your ears at sound of their booming laugh "still got sum fight in ya ey? An after I made ya all nice n comfy, gave ya my bes room, could a put ya with all the gol n weapons after all." They joke, and you sigh again and rub their gut wall, "tha's better. I'm gonna enjoy having ya round,"

That sounds like they're still not going to let you go....fuck maybe you shouldn't have let them know you could be a source of free food and booze, on the other hand the nobles probably would have did you in for the embarrassment you caused them, guess you're stuck with a mimic bounty hunter, by the time they get here again from the starting point you're sure the mimic will be long gone and they won't be able to find you.

[sonennou]

Mard in-me d'an arme èl m'e klevan lâret, Men e lakin ma dousezig durant e vin é monet./ « Ha roit hi din ma breur, roit hi din mar karit, Me he lako he c'hambr 'lod ge' m' damezelled (1). »/ 'Oa ket aet ar soudard ha kant paz doc'h an ti, 'Benn e oa komañset da ganniñ kaol dezhi./ « Kuitait ho prozhig ruz, gwiskit ho kani gwenn ! Ha c'hwi 'yay-c'hwi bremañ da viret an deñven (2)./ ‒ Penaos enta, man Doue, e rin-me ar vicher, Pa 'm eus ket he graet james na gwelet he gober./ ‒ C'hwi 'yay d'ar bod kelenn, 'droc'ho ur barrig wenn ; Pand ay an deñved àr ar c'hleuz, c'hwi 'lâro dezhe diskenn. »/ Pasiñ 'ra ar seizh vlez, an eizhvet komañset ; « Ar soudardig yaouank 'dalc'h' ket da ma gwelet. »/ « Arest', arest', koche, arestit ma roñsed (3), M'e klevan ur poz kan, gwerso 'm eus ket klevet./ ‒ Deoc'h-c'hwi soudard yaouank, deoc'h-c'hwi eh on souezhet, Me 'zo-me 'n ul lec'h uhel, 'glevan ket netra bet./ ‒ Berjerenn d'an deñved, lârit din ar wirionez ; Ha c'hwi 'peus dejeunet peogwir 'kanit ken gae ?/ ‒ O ya, soudard yaouank, o ya, dre gaer e Doue, D'ar wazh dour ag ar feutan 'm eus torret ma sec'hed./ ‒ Berjerenn d'an deñved, lârit din ar wirionez, C'hwi 'zo-c'hwi ar verc'h kaer a vaner an Tride ?/ ‒ O ya, soudard yaouank, o ya, dre gaer e Doue, Me 'zo-me ar verc'h kaer a vaner an Tride./ ‒ Ma sentahen o ma imor, ma imor, ma santimant, Me 'lakahe ar maner da ruziñ get ar gwad ! »

FR. LES DEUX FRÈRES. Si je vais à l'armée comme je l'entends dire, où mettrai-je ma douce pendant ce temps. / « Donnez-la moi ! mon frère, donnez-la moi si vous le voulez, je lui mettrai sa chambre avec quelques unes de mes demoiselles. » / Le soldat n'était pas à cent pas de la maison qu'il commença à la battre. / « Ôtez votre robe rouge et mettez la blanche, et allez maintenant garder les moutons ! / - Comment, mon Dieu, ferais-je ce métier alors que je ne l'ai jamais fait. / - Vous irez jusqu'au buisson de houx et couperez une jeune branche. Lorsque les moutons iront sur le talus vous leur direz de descendre. » / Sept années passent, la huitième commence, « le jeune soldat ne tardera pas à venir me voir. » / « Arrêtez cocher ! arrêtez mes chevaux que j'entende une ritournelle que je n'ai pas entendue depuis longtemps ! / - Vous me surprenez jeune soldat, je suis en hauteur et je n'entends rien. / - Bergère aux moutons, dites-moi la vérité ; avez-vous déjeuné pour chanter si gaiement ? / - Oh oui, jeune soldat, grâce à Dieu, j'ai pu étancher ma soif avec l'eau de la fontaine. / - Bergère aux moutons, dites-moi la vérité, seriez-vous la belle fille du manoir de Tridé (Trédrez ?). / - Oh oui, jeune soldat, grâce à Dieu, je suis la belle fille du manoir de Tridé. / - Si j'obéissais à mon humeur, à mon sentiment, je mettrais le manoir à rougir de sang ! »

EN. THE TWO BROTHERS. If I go to the army as I hear it said, where will I put my sweetness during this time. / " Give her to me, my brother, give her to me if you want it, I will put her room with some of my young ladies. / The soldier was not a hundred paces from the house when he began to beat her. / "Take off your red robe and put on your white one, and now go and look after the sheep!" / - How, my God, could I do this job when I have never done it. / - You will go to the holly bush and cut a young branch. When the sheep go to the embankment, you will tell them to come down." / Seven years pass, the eighth begins, the young soldier will soon come to see me. / "Stop, coachman! Stop my horses so I can hear a refrain I have not heard for a long time! / - You surprise me, young soldier, I am up high and I cannot hear anything. / - Shepherdess with the sheep, tell me the truth; have you had lunch to sing so gaily? / - Oh yes, young soldier, thank God, I was able to quench my thirst with water from the fountain. / - Shepherdess of the sheep, tell me the truth, are you the beautiful girl from the manor of Tridé. / - Oh yes, young soldier, thank God, I am the beautiful girl from the manor of Tridé. / - If I obeyed my mood, my feeling, I would make the manor run red with blood!"

(1) get ma damezelled ; (2) deñved ; (3) roñseed = kezeg

+ : Song collected in Inzinzac-Lochrist.

[lucysometimeswrites]

Hey can you please make a award season one but for a latina reader, if you would like you can keep the tom element. Sorry I'm asking again I accidentally deleted the last ask I made. I love your writing, you are amazing.❤️☺️

thank you thank you so much ur so sweet and of course! here you go and i hope you like it :) absolutely loved writing for latina!reader 

Awards Season (latina!reader)

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“Here to present the award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, please welcome Meryl Streep!” the host announced. A roar came from the audience at the mention of her name, the very acclaimed actress welcoming the attention and making her way to the microphone.

“Oh, stop it” she said and waved them away, earning a laugh and even more cheering from the theatre. “If I’m honest, I really considered not presenting this award because it breaks me inside to give the Oscar to someone else when it’s rightfully mine” she said in a funny, raspy evil voice, resembling a witch, “But you know, sharing is caring or whatever. Alright let’s get to it.” she continued dejectedly, still joking.

“This year, we have been blessed with beautiful films and, along with them, incredible performances from beautiful and talented actresses. Viola Davis, your abilities to embody different characters and raise awareness to ongoing issues in society has always amazed us, and it does once again in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”, Meryl announced, the camera going to Viola who was sitting about 10 seats to my left, the audience (including me) applauding and praising her. Literally all of her performances are incredible.

Could I still believe I was here? Definitely not, and not any time soon. From small skits to my big break with Tom Holland in a stupid rom-com that I didn’t even want to make, to now. Tom knows it’s nothing against him, it’s just that I haven’t learned to appreciate romantic comedies the way he has, but the thing I loved most from doing it was finishing it with Tom. He had become such an important person in my life since that moment, what with guiding me through the newfound world of fame and being there for me when I joined the Marvel franchise, it was just more than I could ever dream of. Now I sit here at the freaking Oscars, with Tom Holland as my date, and having done one of the greatest films ever, nothing could keep the smile off my face. Or the nerves.

 My leg kept bouncing up and down, a nervous action I often did and one that the guy beside me had caught on to real quick when we first met. His warm hand gently squeezed my thigh, and I turned to look at him a little surprised.

“Hey, it’s okay” he softly said, his gaze soft and comforting.

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it” I answered in the same tone, whispering a thank you and letting my hand rest on top of his, weirdly interlocking our fingers. 

Meryl turned to where Olivia Colman was sitting, “Your Majesty,” she started, referencing her portrayals of royalty and causing her to chuckle, “your moving performances have always left us wanting more, and I’m sure that is what I and everyone felt when we saw you in The Father” a big smile broke out on her face, and cheering ensued once more for our queen, or at least one of mine.

“Aging is some we all go through...unfortunately,” Meryl uttered into the mic, touching up her almost white hair, “and you, Cynthia Erivo, made us relate to your character this way with your brilliant acting in Reaching 39″, that woman is simply amazing, I thought as I clapped and cheered with the audience.

“My dear Kate,” the camera panned to Kate Winslet, who just stared fondly at the woman on the stage, “watching you grow as an actress has been one of the pleasures of my life and you reach new heights both professionally and literally in Misdemeanors”, she is such an icon, oh my.

Finally, Meryl Streep turned to look at me in the front row with a grin on her face, and I quickly got into “camera mode”, as I like to call it. I sat up straighter, looking at her with gentle eyes and smile. 

“Señorita Y/N Y/L,” she started with the heavily accented Spanish word for Ms., “with your entrance into the world of filmmaking, you have set new expectations for all of us to reach. Even though this is your first nomination, I feel in my heart it won’t be the last, and we can’t wait to see more of you like we saw with your extraordinary performance in Paraíso” she finished, bringing a big smile to my face at her words. Turning to the camera, I became a bit shy and gave a small wave, feeling Tom squeeze my hand in comfort and another hand on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Salma Hayek, one of my co-stars in the film, who gave me a strong nod and smile, loudly saying “Eso!” as a cheer for me.

“And the Oscar goes too...” ayyyyy no ay no que nervios que nervios que nervios me muero- all of this going through my head repeatedly but having to put on a smile and a calm façade for the camera was exhausting. Tranquila, tranquila, si no ganas está bien igual solo el hecho de estar aquí ya es lo más-

“Y/N Y/L, Paraíso!” Meryl announced, and all I heard were screams and loud clapping from around me. 

Shocked, I looked up with wide eyes and my jaw going slack a little. I felt a buzz fill my body and the idol on the stage beckoned me up, when I realized I hadn’t moved. I slowly stood up and instantly turned to Tom who quickly pulled me into his arms with a strong hug and whispering in my year, “I knew it! I knew you would do it darling. I’m so so proud of you babe, go get your award!” not giving me a chance to answer as he gave me a quick kiss and turned me around in the direction of the stage. Still in a bit of a daze, I didn’t see Salma, Eugenio (Derbez), and Benicio (del Toro) make their way to me, ambushing me in a group hug as they started jumping around and sort of with me, chanting “EH! EH! EH!” like Latinos at a party and causing me to laugh and come back to my senses. I hugged them all and continued to the stairs, stopping to hug my directors Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón. 

I lifted my dress as I ascended the steps, and in true nervous fashion, stumbled and almost face planted in front of thousands of people. 

“Uy, mierda” I chuckled to myself, and accepted the help of none other than Chris Evans who lent his arm for the remaining steps. I thanked him with a smile and after his Congrats!, I made my way to Meryl who held the famous award in her hands. She handed it to me and pulled me into her embrace, saying “Beautiful job, sweetheart, you’re amazing”, and all I could answer was “Oh my, thank you so much, you’re the amazing one”, sharing a laugh with her and standing in front of the mic.

I looked out into the audience, who were still giving me a standing ovation. Almost like a camera in my head, I tried to ingrain this moment in my mind and took a deep breath, starting my speech.

“God, I really hope I don’t forget any words in English right now” I said with a breathless laugh, inciting one from the people below me. “Thank you so much. Thank you to...um...so many people. To the Academy for this great, great honor. To my fellow nominees for inspiring me every single day. Being in the same room as you is already insane, let alone being nominated with you, it’s just- it’s truly out of this world. Viola, Olivia, Kate, Cynthia, you are my literal idols and if I could physically cut this Oscar into five pieces,” I said as I made a motion of cutting the award and humoured the audience, “I would give a piece to all of you. Um, thank you to my team, my agent, Victoria, te adoro y te agradezco for believing in me and helping me live out my dream. Sorry, I’m probably gonna switch between languages during this.” I said with a laugh. 

“Paraíso was a project that, for me, came out of nowhere. But for my extraordinary directors los señores Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón, it was a life’s work so to you, gracias por darme la oportunidad de darle vida a Marielos and for giving me the experience of a lifetime. Salma, Eugenio, Benicio, Gael, and all the cast and crew, thank you for becoming my second family and supporting me every step of the way. It has been my honor to work with you” I said with a hand on my chest, showing that I was speaking from my heart and smiling at the kisses and cheers sent to me from them, hearing a crazed Te amamos! from Eugenio. It eased the tension in my body which I was incredibly thankful for. 

“I also want to thank-” I stopped, getting a little choked up, “ha, sorry, it’s my family that couldn’t be here” I said, a wave of claps and cheering in comfort came from the audience. Quickly composing myself, I continued, “Ya, okay. All the way back home, lo hice! Familia, les dije que no les iba a agradecer si me ganaba un Oscar algún día por no creer en mi y hoy es ese día, pero no me lo perdonaría si no les agradezco. Gracias por apoyarme a pesar de que yo sé que les dio un ataque que quisiera ser actriz. Gracias por siempre estar ahí para mi, por quererme incondicionalmente y por enseñarme que trabajando duro todo se puede lograr. Los amo infinitamente.” I finished, with tears threatening to roll down my eyes. I tilted my head to the sky to prevent them from falling, and with a deep breath I turned to Tom who had his hands in a prayer stance while looking intently at me, the same smile from before still gracing his face.

“Tommy...” I started, and the audience audibly awed at the nickname, “Oh, you don’t even know what I’m gonna say to him” I said with narrowed eyes, but my gaze found my love once more.

“Thank you so much for being my rock ever since we met. I’m beyond thankful for you and all you do for me, baby. You make me the happiest and thank you for pushing me to do things that scare me. For being there for me in case I fall and for being my person. Te amo, amor.” I blowed him a kiss which he caught and jokingly used to wipe his tears, making me and the other celebrities laugh.

Please wrap up, I read from the screen, and let out and “Ay, perdón! I gotta wrap up sorry sorry” hurriedly finishing up my speech. 

“Lastly, this award goes out to all the Latina girls out there with big dreams. Nunca se den por vencidas. No dejen que nadie les diga que no porque de que se puede, se puede. Querer es poder! I love you guys, my fans oh my gosh, thank you thank you, gracias!” I rushed out, raising the award to the air with one last big smile as Meryl guided me backstage to answer some questions. Just before I was off sight, I turned and looked out to the stage once more.

Lo logré...

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once again, disclaimer, movie names are mostly fictitious. feedback and requests always welcome!

[sambarvadai]

#8: on mala and microwaves

hi. after the last very heavy post i thought i’d make a lighter one. this one is going to be about food. i hope u like food. :>

this was inspired by a conversation i had with a friend. she’s from the sichuan province in china, where they regularly eat mala hotpot. how it traditionally works is that people sit around a big vat of bubbling mala sauce (ma (麻) refers to a specific chilli found in the sichuan province that gives the sauce its characteristic and distinctive spiciness, and la (辣) means spice. together, they refer to the mouth-numbing spiciness of the chilli) and dip raw ingredients, such as meat, vegetables, and tofu, into the sauce. as they wait for it to cook on the spot, the people gathered around the table laugh and make merry, following which they feast on the food.

my friend’s acquanintance was going to china – to my friend’s province, specifically – and wanted recommendations on mala hotpot places. my friend was puzzled. ‘he wants to go eat mala by himself? isn’t it very sad, just dip in take out dip in take out all by yourself? quite pathetic, leh,’ she said, shaking her head in bemusement. that was when i realised the communal nature of the dish. it is a dish specifically designed to encourage people to gather around, which is why you cannot eat it alone.

why? damn simple: it’s spicy. you won’t have anyone to laugh at you as you struggle with the snot coming out of your nose. who else is going to video you with numb lips and tissues around your plate? 

ok no la it’s a dish that requires long amounts sitting around, waiting for vegetables to cook. hence, this naturally encourages conversation, even if it’s just pleasant banalities to pass the time. it’s not just about the food, in this case, but about the people eating it as well. the very nature of the dish, the design of the dish, requires community and communality.

this nature is echoed across the traditional foods of multiple cultures. i’ll highlight a few here. do feel free to correct; this is purely based upon personal experience.

the south-indian thali is similarly designed as a way for people to bond. it has many different variations now, but i’ll talk about my experience with the tamil ilai sappaadu (literally, leaf food).

food is served on a gigantic banana leaf. there are 3-4 courses. the food is basically rice plus a gravy (the gravy determines the course) and at least six vegetable dishes as side-dishes. there is a specific order to consume the courses as well as an elaborate thought process behind it, but i’m not too sure of it haha. this is usually eaten at big function, like weddings and get-togethers. you usually sit down in long rows, like hogwarts tables. two rows face each other – i.e. the people of two rows face each other. this has a lot of opportunity for salacious winking and such ;))) just use ur imagination for more information, do check out the multiple youtube vlogs and blog posts about this.

for the purposes of this post, let me explain why i consider ilai sappaadu a communal thing. first, this requires actual serving. typically, the women of the house cook and serve the food while the men eat first. a bit sexist ya :, but oh well. because weddings and such grand functions are where you meet people your age (i.e. People Your Age And Therefore Possible Suitors), many many tamil movies have a scene where a girl lovingly pours gravy while staring at the boy’s eyes. it’s A Thing. sometimes, though, the younger girls will be permitted to eat with the guys (because they are all Young) – hence the salacious winking mentioned earlier. there’s a specific way to serve the food as well; you can’t just yell who wants xxx dish!!! raise your hand!!! but instead have to go down the road and ask each person individually. by doing so, you do get to form a connection with them, even if it is for a fleeting moment. you learn people’s tastes, and you gain their trust if you can sneak them an extra vadai or two. small things like that.

more importantly, it is also a meal that is very, very long. as such, you tend you talk while you eat, forming friendships with the people next to you. you rib your friend for eating so slowly, you nudge your friend to see that pretty girl standing off at the side, etc etc. all in all, it is designed to make people eat slowly and steadily – the portions are very big and the refills are virtually endless – and therefore encourages bonding and conversation. similar themes, ay?

the third dish is not from asia, but from ethiopia. i don’t know if this is the actual authentic way of eating ethiopian food, but this is what we had in multiple ethiopian restaurants so um haha

but the food has the same basic principle. a large, large plate around which several people are meant to sit. the plate is lined with a thin, roti-like bread, on top of which are several dishes. what you do is tear off the bread and eat it with the side dishes. again, this isn’t a dish you eat alone, and therefore isn’t a dish you eat silently. you literally eat from the same plate, eat the same food, and exchange ideas and jokes as you eat the hot, belly-warming food. again a food designed for communality and community.

compare this food with the food design of today. these days, you find packaged meals designed for one person to eat alone and very quickly. take instant noodles, the perfect example of this modern phenomenon – you pour in boiling water, and wait for a grand total of around 3 minutes waiting for it to cook, then you just. eat it. by yourself. at 3am. sigh.

this isn’t a bad thing, per se; it does make things very convenient. and it’s a good (?) source of sustenance. and i guess you could talk to your co-worker awkwardly while your waiting for your noodles to cook in the pantry. but all things considered, it isn’t a food that’s meant for communal consumption. in fact, it is designed for eating solitarily. same with burgers and meals you get at fast food restaurants. technically, you can eat them on the go. technically, you don’t need to sit down to have them, though it is nice to do so. technically, you can eat it alone.

contrast these kinds of foods with the ones mentioned earlier. the very design of the foods affects their purpose and function. one important point i want to make is that there is no one right type of food. both these categories serve different purposes and are required at different times. obviously, you can’t sit on the floor and have a one-hour long meal when you have to squeeze in lunch between consecutive meetings. but, undeniably, in the past, at least, food was treated as a way to bond and get together. this was reflected in the way their meals were meant to be eaten, and it is a common theme across cultures. while the food itself might be different, they were designed to make people sit down together and enjoy good food together.

because at the end of the day, everyone loves food, or at least tolerates it for the sake of survival. man took that and made it something to bond over, and that has stayed the same for so many years.

so next time you want to grab mala hotpot, grab a friend you haven’t seen in a while along, catch up over snot-filled tissue and stinging tongues. think about why you’re eating what you’re eating, think about the legions of people who’ve enjoyed it like you, and appreciate it.

thanks for reading!! anbudan, noon <33

[nickmuch]

c.z.k. - high school (Part 2)

PART 1 / PART 3

Note: I was asked to turn this into a longer story, so here’s part 2! I don’t know in what direction to necessary go with this and how to end/wrap it up, so if you have any ideas message me pls! I’ll try to make this a 5-part-imagine.

Also: Edwin crackhead hours have arrived. Again

“So, you’re cool with that?!” Edwin shouted in disbelief.

Nearly four months had passed since my little moment with Zion and a lot had happened during this time. After the party, everything seemed to go smoothly between us. Probably way too smoothly. We spent most of our free-time together, doing god knows what. However, at the end we decided we would be better off as just friends. He reasoned that it was unfair to the boys and only made the whole group dynamic odd. I was okay with that. Okay, scratch that, I wasn’t okay with that. But I wasn’t going to throw a fit or anything and honestly it ended up working out better than I would have thought.

“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” I asked. This only made me earn a scoff from him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something? Did you catch a cold?” Edwin pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to see if I was indeed getting sick. “Stop that” Nick mumbled, swatting his hand away from me. “Bro, she’s okay with that, though!”. The neighboring table turned around giving us glares for being so loud. “Excuse my little idiotic friend over there” Austin apologized in behalf of Ed. He was just about to protest when he got interrupted by Brandon. “She’s okay with what …?”.

He had spent half of the lunch-time in the art room, trying to compose a beat he couldn’t get out of his head and for which he might have earned himself detention from our English teacher for “making too much noise during class”.

“She’s okay with Z and Asya hanging out” “Hanging out? Since when is that a problem? They are friends I thought?”. Edwin slapped him across the back of his head. “Are y’all dumb or are y’all stupid?! They are dating or something, Ion even know. But I for sure saw ‘em swap spit earlier this morning and thinking about it now: B, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.” He shoved his tray in Brandon’s direction, who didn’t even notice judging from his perplex expression towards me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that Z is with Asya – the girl who he said was like a cousin –“ “Correction, he said little sister” Nick chimed in. The boy with glasses shook his head. “Alright, who he said was like a little sister. And you’re cool with that? Even though that’s low key incest-y If I might add. Besides, do I have to remind you that not even a month ago he broke things off out of nowhere with the shittiest of the shittiest excuses? You cried for the whole weekend!”.

He was right. I had cried about it for three days straight. I really didn’t mean to, but somehow, I guess I liked him more than I wanted to admit. The first night the boys had made it their mission to cheer me up, but once they realized it wasn’t working, they just joined me and my pity party with some Ben & Jerry’s. At some point, Edwin even shed a tear or two. “I just don’t know if I should be sad that my favorite ship just sank or if I should beat his lanky ass for breaking my twin’s heart!” he exclaimed.

“I know, but I’m over it now” I poked in my salad. “And frankly, he is too by the looks of it”. I really didn’t mean to look over to her table. It just happened for a split second. Of course, it was right in the moment he was leaning in, giving her a kiss on the lips. She was blushing like mad. “This is so disgusting. Here, you can have my lunch” Brandon slid the tray - that originally was Edwin’s - into Austin’s direction. “I just don’t get it, man. Zion really liked you. Why did he pull that move on you?” Nick asked. No one could answer him. All of our gazes were pointed in their direction. After what felt like years, I decided that enough was enough and got up. “Yo, where you goin’? We still need to talk about this” Edwin stopped me to pull me down again. Though, I ended up sitting on his lap instead of my original spot, he seemed to not care. He was determined to get the truth out of me. If there was one thing you needed to know about Edwin, it was that he cared about his family dearly. Whenever one of his siblings was sad, he automatically was sad, too. Ever since I moved in, that same rule applied to me.

“You want the truth?” I said annoyed. All I wanted was to get out of here, in all honesty. The feeling of humiliation was getting stronger by the second. He just nodded cautiously, as if he didn’t know whether or not to answer me. “I feel like shit” I said, feeling a little bit relieved to finally speak my mind. “He’s annoying me. Just last month he was all into me and suddenly he’s with her?! Plus, what type of shitty excuse is that?” my voice was starting to tremble at this point.“It’s unfair to the boys and makes the whole group dynamic odd” I mocked him. “I am really starting to think that I was just pass-time to him and that makes me mad. It’s really unfair, okay?! If you like someone else, why in the flying fuck would you even get involved with me? Ugh, fuck this shit. I don’t even wanna be his friend anymore. Seeing his face makes me wanna beat his ass and I ain’t about that life. My momma raised me better than beating the ass of a bean stick!”.

Once I was finished with my rant, I finally dared to look at the boys. All of them had shock written all over their faces. “Aye, Ma” Nick spoke first. “You should’ve told us earlier. We would’ve checked him and at least made sure he wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her in your presence”. All I did was sigh.

“I don’t know what to say. Or feel” Austin looked so helpless. He was struggling to find the right comforting words and suddenly I felt horrible for dragging them into my stupid problems. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I will get over it at some point. It’s not like he’s the only cute boy in New York”. “That’s right, I’m cuter” Edwin tried to lighten the mood and it actually worked. We were all laughing before the bell rang, signaling that class was starting soon.

After school, Edwin immediately drove us both home, so I could take a nap before the boys came over. As soon as I was in my bed, I of course was struggling to fall asleep. “Can you come over? I can’t sleep” I spoke into the phone. Not even ten seconds later, Edwin barged into my room, getting under the covers with me. The fact we got so close over the last few months was making me happy, to say the least. It wasn’t weird to share a bed with each other, we were siblings after all. “We shared a womb, we might as well be able to share a bed” he had said jokingly one day. The silence was comforting me in a way I couldn’t explain in words.

“Fuck Z”. Him suddenly speaking shook me out of my thoughts. “I mean, don’t fuck him. But fuck him. You know?”. Sometimes, it was hard for Edwin to find the right words. It wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say, but rather the fact he had so many things to say that it just ended up blocking his mind ultimately. “I know”.

“This is some sweet home alabama shit” “Shut up, Austin. They just fell asleep together, no big deal” “Okay guys, but I’m getting hungry. Should we wake ‘em up now?”. His body started to shift beneath me, both of us fully waking up by the noise the others were making. “Good morning, honey bubbas!” all three of them were towering over us. The sight was rather scary, with their creepy grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” Edwin asked sleepily. He seemed a bit disoriented. “Time for you to get up and make us some food! Mama Honoret went out with the niñitos, so we’re all by ourselves”.

Slowly, we got out of bed to go find something to eat in the kitchen. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. “Do you guys expect someone?” I asked confused. None of them were able to meet my eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Instead of waiting for a reply, I went straight to the door to open it. “Wait!” “Hold up!” “Don’t” “No!”. Too late. There he stood, three boxes of pizza in his hands. “Uhm, hey”. My first instinct was to slam the door shut in his face and cuss the others out for not telling me sooner. However, on second thought, I decided against it. “Hi. Come in, I guess”. Awkwardly, he greeted his friends and made his way towards the kitchen to put the food on the counter. “So, uhm how about we watch some Netflix while we eat? On My Block sounds good?” Edwin tried to distract from the obvious thick tension in the air. I wasn’t going to ruin what should’ve been a chill night with my favorite people (minus Caleb) and just said “Sure, sounds good”.

The whole night was spent with Zion staring me down from his seat and Edwin exaggeratedly laughing at the funny moments to avoid the awkward atmosphere. Brandon was busy shoving his face with pizza – probably so that he didn’t have to speak. Nick and Austin were arguing about the gang situation in Freeridge. “If he wants his little brother to live a better life, then why is he dragging him into it? Isn’t he the gang leader or something? Just let your brother go to school and boom, problem solved” “It’s not that easy, bro! You want Oscar to lose his street credibility? Might as well put his clown suit on already”.

When I shifted to find a better position, his eyes were still on me. So, I decided to send him a quick text in hopes of making him stop.

< Dude, stop staring. Ur making me mad >

< I’m not staring, u must be trippin shawty >

< first of all, you’ve been staring since season 1 chapter 2. We’re on season 2 now. Second of all, if you call me shawty one more time imma rip ur ass open >

He visibly gulped at my last sentence, contemplating what to reply but ultimately deciding against it and sliding his phone back into his back pocket. Quietly, he stood up exclaiming to the group that he had to leave. A loud sigh of relief left Brandon’s lips, as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night. “Thank god” he mumbled lowly, yet everyone could hear him clearly but decided to ignore it. “I’ll see you guys on Monday”. With that, he immediately left.

“I think I’ll call it a night. Haven’t really slept well recently”. It was true, I could barely fall asleep nowadays. Tired or not, the night wasn’t my best friend anymore. Everything was keeping me up. The drama with Caleb, the new life I yet had to adjust to – the boys made it easier, though -, and the passing of my parents. It was all too much at once. How was I supposed to comprehend all of this in just a matter of three months? Exactly, there was no waysomeone could deal with that in such a short period of time. The first couple of weeks I was as good as could be expected under the circumstances, but now it all seemed to slowly catch up on me.

“What! No! This was supposed to be a chill night, followed by the best sleepover of all time!”Edwin stood up, trying to make me stay by hugging my body tightly. “Yeah, you can’t leave! Not when Edwin is acting like a crackhead again” Brandon said, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders. “Aight, I guess it’s group hug hours”. Soon, I found myself squished between not only Ed and B, but also Nick and later even Austin. “Okay, you guys won. I’ll stay”. They cheered at their victory, all pulling away at once. “But” This made everyone look at me suspiciously. “We’re gonna do a beauty-night!” I exclaimed happily with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh hell nah, I’m out!” Edwin crossed his arms, slightly turning away with his nose all scrunched up and brows furrowed. To be honest, he looked like a baby right now. “… unless this means I’m allowed to use that weird blue face mask from Lush?” he asked full of hope. “Yeah, why not”.

In a matter of minutes, we were all piled up on my bed, discussing what face mask would be the best for whom. “Your skin’s whack! Go put that charcoal one on, do something nice for your pores for once” Ed threw the bottle with the black liquid at Nick who grumpily obliged and started to apply it all over his face. “This feels nice. What exactly is that?” Brandon was looking curiously at the big tube in his hands, examining it in hopes of understanding what he just put on his skin. “It’s clay” I told him. “Clay” he repeated quietly and slowly, to no one in particular. Shaking my head with a content smile on my lips, I turned to Austin to see how he was holding up. We decided to let him try a bubble mask but looking at it now we might have made the wrong decision. Every inch of his face was covered in bubbles, and when I say every inch, I mean Every. Inch. Of. His. Precious. Face. “My eyes are burning, is this normal?”. “… Yes” I lied. Grabbing a wet cloth, I softly started rubbing the mask off of him before he ended up blind.

“Okay, what’s next? Do we paint each other’s nails? Do we play pillow fight? Do we talk about our menstrual cycle?”.

“What the fuck, Edwin?!”.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with talking about periods. It’s a natural thing and frankly, it’s actually good to talk about it with your friends to see, if – “

“Of course it’s a normal thing to talk about, but I think you might’ve forgotten something”.

Edwin looked at Brandon quizzingly. “We don’t have a uterus”.

“… Oh”.

Sometimes, he was just too much, but that’s why we loved him. “I think it’s time for bed, boys”. Reluctantly, they got up and lied on their designated air mattresses. “But Edwin can sleep in your bed? That’s so rude, Ma”. “Shut up, shark boy. I’m her twin, that’s just how we roll” he laughed evilly before turning the lights off and saying our good nights to each other.

“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just tell him?” B looked at the direction my eyes were trained on. Zion would whisper something into Asya’s ear, making her giggle, then he would whisper something else, making her giggle again and so on. I was getting aggravated. “Can’t. That’s super awkward. I wish he’d just use one of his last functioning three brain cells to consider my feelings and not do all that while we share the same class”. Cleaning his glasses with his cotton shirt, he took his time to say something. “Tell him just that”. Turning around, I rolled my eyes at him. “Caleb, stooop!” she giggled for what felt like the millionth time. Before I knew what was happening, I was right in front of Zion dragging him out of the class and into the empty hallway. “What’s your problem?!” I shouted into his face. “My problem? No, what’s your problem?!”. I was this close to just going back in and ignoring him for the rest of my life, but something inside of me told me to keep going. It was now or never. “My problem is” I began. “You’re so fucking annoying and mean and selfish as fuck, only caring about yourself and never considering other people’s feelings! As if it wasn’t shitty enough how you broke things off, no you also have to flaunt your fling-”I knew it wasn’t just a fling, but honestly? I didn’t give a damn. He was rude, so I was being rude. “- into my face! Be secretive! Or at least just stop when I’m around. That’s all I’m asking from you”.

He didn’t say a single word. Not one. Instead he was searching my eyes, trying to see if I really meant what I just said. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. “Aren’t you going to say something? Defend yourself or whatever?”. Him staying silent made my blood boil because I felt ignored and just really stupid for straight up having an outburst without it affecting him. “There’s nothing to defend because you’re right. About everything. And I’m sorry for not realizing sooner how shitty I was behaving”. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. “That’s all?”. The silence was killing me and all I wanted was to go back to class. “No”. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards his chest. “What are you do-“ “Shut up”.

Next thing I knew, (I was pregnant) I felt his lips grazing mine and before I could stop him, he had already fully kissed me. I wanted to feel repulsed, I wanted to feel disgusted, I wanted to feel mad. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and I couldn’t deny it. When I pulled away, he tried to make me stay in place. That’s when my senses came back to me and reality hit me. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?! You have a new girl, remember?”. I pushed his chest, freeing myself. Once I was about to open the door again, I noticed that Zion still hadn’t moved an inch. Turning around, I wanted to tell him to move his ass back to class before both of us would get in trouble. But he never gave me a chance at that.

“I know, but I can’t get my real girl outta my head”.

Also2: I don’t know if I like this part, it’s more of a filler. I tried to put the focus on the relationship between her and Edwin, but also tried to give glimpses of the friendship between her and the rest of the boys. Zion isn’t included much because he’s always hanging out with that other chick. This part is set during the time where both of them try to avoid each other, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible.

Let me know what your favorite part or line was! Hope you liked it xx

- Cami