#As I got older I got into fights with other kids in my neighborhood

[baconcolacan]

Okay but how would small RTord react if he woke up in older RTords body. How would he react, to his army, to his soldiers, to his friends (that he doesnt see no longer) Tom imprisoned, strapped down and all that. He seemed a bit more..decent back then

Aaaahhh, you want to know how he was like before he escalated.

Mmm, well, since we’re talking about a kid who thinks what he’s doing is all harmless fun, and hasnt been desensitized to more harmful things yet (that he actively justified as he pushed the boundaries even more), I would say….horrified, maybe.

This kind of thing doesn’t seem all that fun, and Tom is clearly really hurt, sure he used to get into little scraps with him, but it was nothing a quick bandage couldn’t fix.

This….isnt fun anymore.

[queseraphita]

i didn't really think about it much as a kid but being that older big sister of the neighborhood kids really shaped me as a person when i can see past the veneer of early depression symptoms and nostalgia

[codenamesazanka]

rant. this was a vent in response to the final chapter, but the anime reaching the heteromorph riot arc got me all whiny again. embarrassingly personal.

On "Peaceful Resolutions" + general heteromorph riot arc stuff

When I was in elementary school - I forget what age - there was a snow day. Children love snow days. Me, my younger sibling, and my grandmother went outside to play. We wanted to use the neighborhood hill to sled. Unfortunately, it was already being used by some older kids. Middle schoolers only a few years older than me?

They didn't want to share the hill. So they pushed and shoved us. They threw snowballs at us. When I cried for them to stop, they laughed. When my grandmother, who didn't know English, who spoke only Chinese, yelled at them to stop, they laughed, and mocked her. "Ching chong ching chong." After that, no matter what me or my sibling said in English, they pretended not to understand and just kept chanting slurs. There is nothing more frustrating than screaming out your pain that you know people can hear and understand, and having it fall on deaf ears; more than that, your pain is enjoyment for them.

Was this discriminatory incident resolved peacefully? Well, me, my sibling, and my grandmother cut our snow day short and went home. Our retreat was 'peaceful', but I guess the incident wasn't exactly resolved.

Would attacking them back helped? No, of course not. (And not that we could. We were two elementary kids and an elderly woman. Understand that bullies nearly always purposefully target those weaker than them, ones who can't fight back without negative consequences.) Indeed, things would've just escalated. But we didn't want to retaliate. We didn't want revenge. We just wanted them to stop.

Did we do anything about it? No, it was just some kids being mean. A very minor thing (even as the incident, only one among others, continues to destroy our perception that this neighborhood was ever safe for us, truly our home. But my town had an active neo-nazi gang that liked to vandalize houses and slip posters into newspapers, so it was never going to be safe.) We didn't know our neighbors well because of language barriers, because we stood out as a Chinese family in a largely white neighborhood and people didn't talk to us much either. We wouldn't know how to alert the parents of these kids. And we thought, even if we did complain - a non-violent method of action - they might just find us annoying. They might hate us more. What if the language barrier leads to more confusion and conflict? We didn't want to risk it. We kept our heads down and let the incident go. My family became more reluctant to go out, to let me and my sibling outside to play. We maintained the peace.

Understand that it doesn't really matter what an discriminated minority does to resist discrimination - the perpetrator can find any act of resistance inappropriate. That is their prerogative by being in the position of power.

Shoji saved a girl, gave the community peace by preventing them from having to grieve her death. His village then bashed his face with a hoe for daring to resist and break the norms of the village, for daring to touch the girl to save her life.

A third party, of course, can come and resolve the incident by de-escalating everything. But for my incident, it was not me that this third party needed to stop. We did not engage in violence. It was the older kids. And had I retaliated - idk how, as a child; tackle them? - to protect my grandmother, my younger sibling - that would be self defense, likely because I wanted the bullying to stop and had to resort to violence when nothing else worked; because I feared the violence they were about to do to us more than my fear and reluctance to engage in violence in the first place. Maybe self-defense is too strong a word here for schoolyard bullying, but the principle is the same.

(It wasn't just schoolyard bullying, obviously. There were other incidents, from when I was younger, when I'm much older. This incident is one that I feel is less revealing/personal/vulnerable to tell.)

There was no peace in that incident that wasn't broken by the perpetrator to begin with. Not that the peace was peaceful for us in the first place. Bringing about true peace is solely on stopping the perpetrator, and ultimately on dealing with the root cause.

“Discriminatory incident” is so vague. An incident can be anything. “Peaceful Resolution” implies responsibility on all parties. What we're told isn't 'Shoji stops the bigots nonviolently'. (Also: The bigots are afforded this. Villains must be put down with violence, but not the people throwing rocks and spraying pesticides on children. I'm of course of the opinion that violence shouldn't be used to stop bigots or Villains except as a last resort, but the manga has demonstrated that no Hero ever stopped a bigot using the same methods they use on Villains. Why is that?) It isn't 'Shoji saves victims of hate crimes'. Judging by Shoji's own statements and how the heteromorph arc plays out, a peaceful resolution is stopping both the heteromorph victim (who may or may not be lashing out - in response to the hate crime) and perpetrator - If anything, more stopping the heteromorphs.

I’m going to suggest that rarely, heteromorphs ever actually retaliate with violence. True, the heteromorphs we see (Shoji, ordinary lady, Koda's mom) aren't part of the rioters but are we to believe all these rioters are people who react with violence every time, and it's their first solution? When they stopped the damn riot themselves because they didn't want to hurt the healthcare workers? (and even the riot wasn’t purposeless, indiscriminate violence - they were solely there to retrieve Kurogiri). Pig Nose guy says he's been beaten up for no reason, so he's already at the receiving end of violence that justifies self-defense, but we can assume he didn't actually lash out any of those times because he's the one who stops everyone, feeling so bad about just the idea of hurting someone.

I can’t say that’s 100% canon that none of the heteromorphs ever lashed out (and of course ‘statistically’ some of them must have), but overall, for most of them, it’s a legitimate assumption to be made. The heteromorphs from the Jeda or 6/6 incidents were fully massacred. Shoji and Spinner were children - Shoji was on the ground, getting bashed in the face with a farming hoe wielded by an adult. Spinner got sprayed with pesticides for walking outside and became a hikikomori, saying that he accepted being a ‘lizard freak’, he was ready to give up. (And he only took action when the extraordinary moment of Stain getting on TV made him realized he hated this suffocating world where Heroes failed him, never protected him.) Ordinary Lady never lashed back out at her attackers. Koda’s mom had to be protected by Koda’s dad.

Even the PLF agitator - his wound is a long deep scar on his head - a head injury that would’ve thoroughly incapacitated him, if not kill him. It is likely not the wound of someone hitting back with self-defense as if the PLF agitator was the one attacking someone and they were fighting back for their life.

These are the ‘Discriminatory Incidents’. What does a peaceful resolution look like, here?

The heteromorphs at the hospital aren’t there to get revenge. They’re there because they’ve been pushed into a corner and probably have become afraid for their lives, their future. During a national crisis where Heroes order civilians to go into hero-guarded shelters, these shelters had the audacity to refuse heteromorphs, leaving them out on the streets, vulnerable to the dangers of jailbreakers and lack of resources.

The peace was broken first by discrimination. The heteromorphs probably took Spinner’s call to action as a life preserver. Heroes had refused to protect them during the collapse of the state; and so they likely found truth in Spinner’s word that if Heroes win the day, nothing will change. They weren’t there to hurt anyone at the hospital - they were there to take back Kurogiri.

But Shoji framed the whole thing as revenge, as being avengers. He accused the heteromorphs of being violent and non-peaceful, without ever naming the first act of violence on the part of the non-heteromorphs. He didn’t want to risk the heteromorphs’ hard-won reputation and status (“You’ll set us back 30 years.* They’ll target your children.”) He wanted the heteromorphs to do what my family did - kept our heads down and let the incident go. Maintained the peace.

Shoji said that those who hurt the heteromorphs weren’t justified, but he then says “there has to be a better way”. We never find out what this was, beyond the vague ‘Shine bright’.

(I shined bright, too. I was a straight-A student. I did extracurriculars - piano, viola, art, softball. As did my sibling. My family were hard-working citizens. My mom worked two jobs. I hate telling these details, because they don't matter. My worth as someone who doesn’t deserve to face discrimination does not and should not depend on my grades or trained skills, how pleasant or cool I seem to someone. None of that matters to the people who wanted to hurt us because they simply saw being visibly Asian American as the offense.)

We don’t find out how Shoji’s better way works in the final chapter either. Just that he resolved the incidents ‘peacefully’. Because he wanted to solve discrimination peacefully. As do everyone, oppressors and the oppressed. But ‘peace’ often means something different to oppressors, and something different to the oppressed.

(Did Shoji resolve the heteromorph riot peacefully? Not really. He shouted a lot to the crowd, but he also fought Spinner (ah, you might say - well, Spinner was using violence! Shoji has to react to that with punching as well! Yeah. That's what I mean.) Koda had birds shoved someone off a building.)

Shoji’s better ways - I will assume it’s stopping the blood cleansings. That is a noble goal. It is a necessary and vital goal. And so, how? How does he cover the large areas of rural land, so that he’s there to stop these hate crimes? How does he know when something will happen? Is it a campaign and community-level action? Uraraka’s tackling of Quirk Counseling is a ‘project’, widespread and implemented on a macro level. Shoji’s efforts are on what’s implied to be individual incidents. But putting that aside for now, I will assume “resolving” is talking down the perpetrator. I will assume it’s protecting the victim while negotiating with the person holding the weapon.

Peaceful implies that he does so without violence (as he should! As a Hero Law Enforcement of the State!); but a blanket label of ‘peaceful’ also implies stopping the other party (the victim) asking them to stand down as well.

I just think - during my Discriminatory Incidents, how can anyone have me stand down, have stopped me, when I haven't done anything in the first place? And if I did have to be stopped from engaging in self-defense, that's not a resolution. That's a save. That's someone saving me from the violence, saving me from having to resort to violence.

Heroes save people. There's no question of 'peacefully' when they fight villains to save people. There’s no framing of ‘peacefully’ when they do so. But it seems heteromorphs are not allowed the same language of ‘peacefully’ and 'save'.

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tl;dr. idk. the heteromorph mini-arc’s writing and message is awful.

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*re: “set us back 30 years.” I know we don’t know exactly what happened 30 years ago, but we can guess - and so I don’t think guessing one of the named massacres is too wild. From my own experiences, the murder of Vincent Chin was about 40 years ago. I grew up with Vincent Chin as a horror story.

Being told that, due to whatever actions I was doing, would set back all that progress Asian Americans made since then is just cruel and wrong and illogical in all ways. Vincent Chin didn’t deserve to be murdered whatever he did 40 years ago, and he deserved to have his murderers be brought to real justice. The sheer injustice of that case is objective. There is no way someone can tell me that I’m setting time back to when the murder of Vincent Chin happened, that I would be causing injustice like that again, I’m responsible for any more murders that happen, and have that be in any way true.

Related— On Bnha's apparent ideal of "a hero is someone who is willing to suffer in silence" and "we'll get it right next generation!"

From Asian American Dreams, by Helen Zia:

The reaction within the Detroit area’s small, scattered Asian American population was immediate and visceral. Suddenly people who had endured a lifetime of degrading treatment were wondering if their capacity to suffer in silence might no longer be a virtue, when even in death, after such a brutal, uncontested killing, they could be so disrespected.

[...]

Vincent was part of an entire generation for whom the immigrant parents had suffered and sacrificed. Other Asian Americans also found a strong connection to the lives of Vincent, Lily, and David Chin. Theirs was the classic immigrant story of survival: work hard and sacrifice for the family, keep a low profile, don’t complain, and, perhaps in the next generation, attain the American dream. For Asian Americans, along with the dream came the hope of one day gaining acceptance in America. The injustice surrounding Vincent’s slaying shattered the dream.

[nyxindustries]

Jealous | Rick Grimes

Fandom : The Walking Dead (Tv Show)

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Reader, Rick Grimes X Fem! Reader x Older x Young, Rick Grimes X Y/n

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!SMUT, Rough Sex, Kink Calling, Explicit Language, Angry Sex, Pent up frustration Sex, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you Tap it) Kinky sexy, Thigh Riding, Oral Interaction, Dom! Rick Grimes and Sub! Reader

Word Count: 2000+

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Wanting to get your mind after Rick and Yourself got in a very vocal argument moments earlier causing everyone to look at the both of you. Rick and you were complicated, it’s been a couple of years since Lori died and Carl was like your own kid but you knew you couldn’t take Lori, Carl's mom out of their lives and replace it with yourself.

Rick has been getting at you about the smallest things, How you don’t wanna live because you been reckless with going outside and supplies run. You have been getting on Rick about his rash decisions.

Being on the move right now since the prison was destroyed and looking for a permanent spot with the now small group that was once huge.

In a neighborhood looking for supplies, you and Daryl are on guard at the end of the street as the ‘grand consul’ makes their decision to stay in the neighborhood for a few days.

Standing next to Daryl as you looked around quietly.

" What was that argument about between you and Rick? If ya don’t mind me askin’ " Daryl says as he looks at you.

"I don’t even know anymore…He’s been getting on me about how I been reckless during supply runs and how I want to die and to be honest, I have been and that’s on me." You say quietly

"Do ya wanna die?" Daryl asked and you looked away from him shaking your head ‘yes’

"Yeah…yeah some days I do because in the world…is there a point but other days, I just-…I see there so much worth fighting for." You say and Daryl looks at you

"Then I would get on Rick about his rash decision he’s making and how he’s not making sense and everything just seems pent up!" You say as you took a deep sigh.

Daryl looked at you and smirked as he grabbed your shoulders and then pointed to an empty house.

"If we stay here tonight, ya, Rick in a room…the bedroom…don’t tell me I’m wrong!" Daryl says and you turned red as you stared at him.

"Ya hear me?" Daryl says and you were speechless as you didn’t notice Rick staring at the both of you as jealous and somewhat rage-filled Rick.

"DARYL!" You say hitting his hands from you as you laughed softly.

"Are you giving me sex advice?" You say and he shrugged with a smile on his face.

"Daryl!" You say hitting his chest and Rick continued watching as he throw an empty bottle to the ground and walked away into an empty house to look.

"Listen, just take my advice, trust me! I see what happened to ya right now but I've seen you with couples all the time especially now. " Daryl says and you looked away and sighed.

"Okay, Daryl…. I just might…." You say and he laughed

"Trust Me," He says

"And if ya do, I’ll make sure no one goes into that house…I know how loud y’all can be." He whispers and you gasped softly as you pushed him away playfully.

- A few hours later-

Maggie with Glenn tagging along as they come up to you and Daryl. You just all got news that you will be staying here for few days cause it’s safe there hasn’t been Walkers around at all which is unusual but take advantage of it now then wanting it later.

"Your shift over losers!" Maggie says jokingly and you sigh

"Already dang! The sun just settled, it doesn’t even seem that long." You spoke softly

"Also I would check on Rick, he seems pissed off and won’t tell anyone..said he wanted to be alone," Glenn informs you of your complicated boyfriend but also not your boyfriend.

"Where is he?" You asked Glenn

"That house" Glenn says pointing to the house, that Daryl was referring to earlier to help you and Rick "release some tension".

"Alright thanks" you say and you saw Daryl smirk at you.

"I’m taking your advice. You got my back?" You questioned Daryl quietly and he nodded.

"Of course I do! Have fun" he says and you rolled your eyes as Maggie and Glenn give you two a questionable look.

Walking to the empty house as you holster your weapon to your hip like you do when your not on watch duty.

Walking to the house and seeing darkness expect a for a small light in the kitchen. Swelling hard as you spoke through the emptiness of the house.

"Rick? Rick? Are you in here?" You say as you made your way to the kitchen and saw him sitting in old wood chair with a candle lit as he sat there.

"Rick, are you okay?" You asked as he looked at you, still silent.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You ask and Rick grabbed you getting up and pushing you against a wall.

"Rick! What’s wrong!" You practically yelled

"Wanna know what wrong?" He asked and let you go gently seeing the fear in your eyes and immediately backed up.

"Yes! I want to know! Rick! What happened?!" You say

"Are you cheatin on me?" He asks and you gasp.

"NO! Absolutely not! Why would you think that? " you ask as you looked away from him.

"Daryl and you…him gripping on your shoulder and pointing to this house, I’m hearing him say something about the bedroom. After us having argument! Tell me! Y/N!" Rick says as he scoffed and looked from you.

"Oh my god! Rick! NO! No no no you got it all wrong!" You say and he stared at you.

"What did I get wrong?" Rick asks and you grabbed his wrist and then his face making him look at you.

"Everything! Daryl asked about what we’re arguing about earlier… I told him about been getting on about me reckless and how You think I wanna die…I told him I been getting on your rash decisions..I told him everything seemed pent up….then he gave me sex advice and how he seen couple have sex when everything like building up and he said, he seen it work or whatever and I told him I’ll take his advice. That’s why I’m here and he also said he’ll make no on comes interprets the whole night" You explain, Rick staring as he sees the sincerity , the truth in your eyes.

"R-Rick, do you not trust me?" You ask getting unbelievably hurt at your own words.

"N-no I do…you’re right everything getting pent up and sometimes it’s too much…you know!" He whispers to as he place his forehead against yours, pulling you in.

"Ye-yeah I know that’s how I feel." You say as it went quiet and tension filled the air.

"R-Rick I want you to trust me and believe me…Please I would never cheat on you." You say and he nods

"I know I know, just so many thoughts running around" he says and you nod softly.

"It’s okay Rick…it’s okay." You say grabbing his hands gently and he leaned in kissing you softly and you kissed back.

"I want you Rick" you say and he nods.

Licking your lips softly as he kissed you roughly, making you moan into the kiss.

"What do you want baby? Want to ride my thigh then want me to suck you dry afterwards, then you want me to fuck you with my cock" Rick says and you nod greedily as you kissed him.

"Yes Rick, I want too.." you say and Rick grabbed your chin softly. "That’s not my name…what’s my name, baby?" He says

"Daddy…" you say and he smirked pushing you back

"Undress." He says and you looked at him watching him sit down in the chair, he sat minutes earlier.

You began undressing as Rick unbuckled his pants and pulled them down leaving himself his boxers as you dressed down to your underwear completely.

Rick smirking as he pulled you in roughly shoving you down his thigh.

"Come on baby..your thing…I’ll be patient" he says and you staring at him as your hands went up onto his shoulders and you began moving back and fourth on this thigh.

Small moans escaping your lips as you began picking up a steady pace against his thigh. Ricks calloused hands going to your hips, as he gripped them tight and began moving your hips for you at a faster pace then what you were going at.

"F-fuck." You moaned out as Rick was definitely going to leave handprints on your hips, not that you mind. Your panties getting soak wet from now your dripping core.

Rick going faster as you gripped his back, your nails digging into his back slightly causing him to groan out. Moaning escaping your lips faster and longer as you placed your forehead against Rick kissing him. Then feeling his hand move as wrapped around you as he picked you up.

"I can’t wait any longer, I need you baby." He growls into your ear as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him as he practically ran upstairs with you.

Bursting into the first room he saw and this room was some what clean from hell and back…just a lot dust and debris front people moving and leaving, Cobwebs and stuff like that.

Which was different sight to see but these houses in the neighborhood were untouched but it small neighborhood in the middle of bum fuck no where so it was nice.

Rick throwing the blankets to the ground as he tossed you on the bed and immediately got on-top you. Spreading your legs willingly as Rick kissed you more passionately as he then trails down with kisses.

Ripping off your bra and blesses your nipples with kisses and soft sucks as he went down further. Practically ripping off your panties as he smiled at the sight of your pussy.

"Aw baby, you are a beautiful sight to see" he says and you turned red.

Rick immediately started digging into your soaking wet core. Sucking and licking you, until his fingers reached your clit and he began massaging that quickly as his tongue went in and out of you.

Making you moan louder as you watched him, your hand running through his brown hair. Rick face stubble rubbing against the side of your thigh.

"Shit, baby tastes like candy." He says kissing you softly as without eating he shoving two fingers into you.

"FUCK DADDY"you screamed out as he began thrusting fast as you gripping at his wrist moving further down on him.

Finger fucking you as you moaned loudly as your legs began shaking and Rick noticed as landed a soft slap in your slit causing your to jump in pleasure.

"Oh! you’re not cumming yet until you take this dick you hear me" Rick orders and you choked out a word through your moans.

"Why? You know why!" Rick says and you stared at him with more lust in your eyes. Rick taking his fingers out as you whined at the lost of pleasure and he immediately pulled his boxers down, his large in length and thick cock sprung out.

Rick spreading your legs wider as he shoved his cock into you. Screaming out as Rick towered over you and you hands going around his stomach and chest. Your nails meeting his back as he began thrusting fast and at a steady pace.

"Fuck…Fuck…daddy..please…Please faster"you moaned out as Rick started going faster with you as kissed him passionately.

Hearing Rick groans and moans in your hear as he thrusted even faster into you and he’s just pushing you to the edge.

"F-fuck fuck..I’m gonna come" You moaned out and Rick utterly just thrust harder in response. The sound of skin slapping and your moans and Ricks utter groans, filled the room along with the bed creaking softly with his fast and hard thrusts.

Rick grabbed your hair as he picked you as you were sitting on top of Him as he held you up with one hand and he began thrusting up into your as he leaned back to thrust easier as he still gripped your hair and pulling your head back. Rick smacking your breasts as he sucked on them making sure to leave hickeys on your chest, stomach and neck.

"Oh baby come for me, won’t you!" He says and you nod as you took over and began bouncing up and down him, kissing him. Feeling that knot unravel again as you bounced harder as you moaned as you stared into Ricks eyes and he started back.

"Come for me baby" he says and you nod as Rick gripped your hips and one hard thrust , you began coming with loud moan.

Soon feeling warm liquid squirt up into you as you moaned softly at the feeling. Rick smacking your ass as he placed you down on the bed. Rick going semi soft in you but he had grin that you’ve seen before.

"Oh baby…we’re not done yet" he says and you moan out whimper as your heavy breathing got the best of you. Rick flipping your body to your stomach as he spread, your legs and you felt his cum dripping down.

"Such a wonderful sight can’t wait to destroy it again" he says and you immediately felt his hard cock in your again causing you to moan.

"Please…Rick please fuck…I want it" you moan out and he smirked as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back.

"I know baby." Rick growls.

That’s when you knew this was going to be fun but long night with Rick.

[libra-kirishima]

Oh my goodness I just read your Iida family HC and my heart erupted!!! I'd love to see what you come up with for Kirishima or Bakugou!

I literally got this request two years ago I am so sorry.

But bestie I am so glad you asked because I have so many thoughts. I think about them a lot.

Family Headcanons for Kirishima + Bakugou

! implied fem reader !

Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima definitely has at least one older sister. Probably a very close relationship with his mom as well. The women in his life played such a huge role in making him the person that he is today.

Having said that, I can only see Kirishima as a girl dad.

He radiates huge "girl dad" energy. And he's so proud about it too. Having girls is his favorite thing ever.

I can see you and him with three girls, each of them are 2 or 3 years apart, and they all have red eyes and black hair.

Not a single one of your daughters looks like you, I'm sorry. He insists that they all have your smile, though.

He's super involved from the minute you tell him you're pregnant. Taking you to every doctor's appointment, helping you with whatever you need, designing the nursery.

Once he found out he was having a girl, he made you sit down with him every night while he learned how to do your hair. It was so important to him for him to know how to comb and style hair so he could help get them ready for school in the future.

One aspect of fatherhood he's surprisingly hands-off about is picking a name. He wants you to do it and he's completely happy with whatever you pick.

A name is just not that important to him. Whatever you want your girl's names to be will be special to him. Not because he carefully chose a name with a special meaning, but because it's his daughter's name and she is special to him.

Although his disinterest in helping you pick a name definitely started a fight between the two of you when you were pregnant with your first, because it felt like he didn't care enough to help you pick.

He's super involved after the kids are born too.

Strongly encourages them to get into something physical. Ballet, soccer, gymnastics, baseball, volleyball. He doesn't care. He'll let them do anything that they want so long as it gets them moving.

And he goes to every performance and every game. He's in the front row of every school play with a bouquet of roses in his hands. He's your girls' biggest cheerleader.

Your girls would tell him everything too. He's surprisingly good at keeping up with stories of teenage girl drama and gives them his full attention any time there's an update.

I can see Kirishima with a TV Sitcom ass family that other kids in the neighborhood would come to for advice or a safe space to hang out.

Kirishima cries at everything. Cried when he learned you were pregnant. Cried when each one of your daughters was born. He cries at birthdays, at graduations, at holidays, at performances, at major milestones.

Definitely calls his daughters "manly" as a compliment.

It's really important to him that his kids get along with each other and always have each other's backs. Your kids aren't allowed to fight in your house. If they do start fighting he takes them aside and makes them work it out.

Bakugou Katsuki

When he was a teenager he had a complicated relationship with his parents, specifically with his mom. But as he gets older he starts to understand them more and they get along better.

His parents never really told him they were proud of him or praised him because Mitsuki was worried it would go to his head.

He also felt like his parents were embarrassed by him because of the way he acted. (They were)

When you met him, he insisted that he never wanted kids.

It took him a long time but he eventually changed his mind. He had a lot of growing and changing to do before thinking about starting a family.

A huge part of his hesitation came from the difficult task of contending with his past. He was cruel and abusive as a kid and became so worried about his kid turning out like him at that age. And if they did, he wouldn't know what to do to stop it, just like his parents didn't with him.

A lot of his parenting is modeled after his parents. Not only what they did right, but what he thinks they did wrong as well. He wants to learn from his parents' mistakes and do better than they did.

Bakugou may not be the best dad but he'll always stand by his kid and support them them regardless of the circumstance.

He's never been very articulate or very in-touch with his emotions. He struggles to tell his loved ones that he loves them, your kid included. Because of this, he makes sure to show them that he loves them.

When you tell him you're pregnant, he doesn't really react. He doesn't even stop watching the news to look you in the eye. You're worried that he doesn't care but internally he's so happy. He doesn't say so. Doesn't even smile. His way of reassuring you that he wants this is by asking you what you want the nursery to look like, and getting to work moving all the furniture out of the guest room to turn it into the baby's room as soon as he wakes up the next day.

He doesn't care about the sex of the baby. He just wants it to be happy and healthy.

Very involved in the process of picking a name, though.

He suggests a bunch of names that he thinks sound strong and powerful but are actually really stupid.

I also see Bakugou with a little girl. Just one, though.

He feels bad that he can't be more involved in his kid's life because of his job, so he only wants one child. He thinks he'll do his best as a parent when all of his free time can be devoted to her.

He also spoils her rotten and justifies it because she's his only kid.

Any fear that he has about his kid being mean like he was completely disappears when he holds her in his arms for the first time and sees that she has kind eyes just like yours.

Having a kid forces him to become a lot more level-headed. He refuses to argue with his baby girl like he used to argue with his mom, no matter how much she tries to provoke him. As much as he loves his mom, the constant push and pull between them is not an aspect of her parenting he wants to carry over.

I feel like he's great when your kid is still a kid, but really struggles with the teenage years. No matter how many times you tell him it's normal, he doesn't understand why she doesn't tell him everything anymore or why she thinks she's too cool to spend time with him.

The type of parent to yell at your daughter to get out of her room and go outside.

Your daughter wants to be a hero just like her daddy. I think a lot of the strain that was put in the relationship when she was a teenager is repaired when she becomes an adult and they start working together.

Bakugou is her favorite parent and neither of you understand why.

[quizzicalwriter]

hi beautiful! can u do a fluff for dally, maybe him x a shy!reader?

Rendezvous

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d been friends with the guys for quite some time, so it wasn’t too much of a shock when Dallas showed up at your house needing patching up.

Warnings: Some mention of blood and fighting, nothing besides that.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Counter: 2.2k

Dallas had never been one to seek help after a rumble, he was a man for Christ’s sake - at least that’s what his brain yelled at him whenever he’d stumble his way onto the Curtis’s front porch for the umpteenth time, battered to shit and hardly coherent. Darry had always been an older brother figure to him, something he quietly appreciated, even more so in moments when he could hardly think from the pain.

What he hadn’t considered was Darry taking on another shift, a night shift at that. He vaguely remembered overhearing it from Ponyboy a month or so ago and it’d fleeted his memory until now. He turned toward the driveway, cursing under his breath as blood dripped into his eye for the fourth time that night. Darry was the only person he knew who could patch him up, besides himself and maybe Sodapop if the guy didn’t blanch from the blood.

There was only one other person he knew of who could handle the sight of blood, and that was you - the group's little nurse in training. You were practically an answer from God to Dallas as he wobbled down the front porch steps of the Curtis’s house and began his trek across the neighborhood to your house. You two hadn’t spoken much, hell, you were more friends with Johnny and Ponyboy than you were with anyone else, but you’d been friendly enough with Dallas for him to feel comfortable staggering toward your house.

It was only a ten or so minute walk by the time he reached your house, the chain link fence encircling the semi-rotted building creaking as he pushed against it before hopping it. There was a gate, but it was up a few steps and Dallas’d be damned before he walked up any more steps that night. He couldn’t bring himself to care when the neighbor across the street flicked their porch lights on, squinting over to your front lawn as he hobbled toward your bedroom window. He’d apologize on your behalf if he got you in trouble with your folks, maybe. Either that or he’d get you a pack of smokes as an apology.

A short series of knocks against the glass pane of your bedroom window shook you from your dreams, making your heart leap into your throat as you moved from your bed. If it hadn’t been for the full moon outside you’d likely have gotten your father, but luckily for Dallas, you recognized his features immediately - cut and busted as they were, it was still Dallas.

You crossed your floor, unlatching the locks atop your window before lifting it open for Dallas who promptly climbed in, the slight tilt forward he had to do to maneuver in through the window caused a few droplets of blood to splatter against the hardwood floor beneath him. Instinctually you grasped at his shoulders, eyes wide in shock as you took in his current state.

“I-“ You started, feeling your mouth dry as your eyes cast up to meet his, noticing the gash set just underneath his right eye. “Go sit on my bed, I’ll get the first-aid kit under the bathroom sink.”

With a wordless nod, he moved over to your bed, silently savoring the warmth your body had left against the sheets as you left the bedroom quietly. He’d never really seen the inside of your bedroom before, only whatever he could see from outside your window whenever he and Johnny would break you out to go meet up with the others for the night - it suited you, something that made him quirk a smile as you tiptoed back into your room, slowly closing and locking the door behind you.

“Nice room, kid.” He whispered, lifting his hips after to retrieve a pack of smokes from his back pocket, swiftly lighting one up before tossing the still-lit match into a mug on your bedside table. You’d’ve yelled at him if he hadn’t looked so beaten to shit, but you couldn’t help the involuntary eye roll at the sight of him lighting up a cigarette in your bedroom.

“Not a kid, Dallas.” You replied under your breath, pulling a chair that you’d had sitting near your dresser to sit in front of him. “We’re the same age.”

He snorted at that, taking a harsh drag from his cigarette as he watched you unlatch the first-aid box, deftly sorting through everything you’d need to clean him up. As he exhaled the lungful of smoke toward your still cracked window he took a moment to lean forward, bracing his elbows against his knees to make it a tad bit easier for you to clean him up.

“You don’t talk much.” He replied, smile around his cigarette quickly fading the moment you began to wipe at the cut along his cheekbone. If you’d been anyone else he’d have cursed, jerked away, or shoved you away, but you were you - so he stayed put. You noticed this, eyes flickering up to his for a brief moment before returning to your handiwork.

“I do.” You responded, tossing the dirtied gauze pad into a nearby trash can. “I talk to Johnny and Pony plenty.”

“Johnny’s no better.” Dallas laughed out, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you waved your hand over the area, trying to dry the alcohol before it stung too much. “I mean you don’t talk to anyone but them.”

You chewed at the inside of your lip as you applied steri-strips to the gash, actually managing to close it up in the process. As you tossed the wrappers into the trash you sighed, not knowing how to respond to what he’d said. You knew it was true, even Johnny commented on how shy you were when you’d first become friends with him and Ponyboy - which coming from him said a lot.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” You assured him through a slight smile, the sight causing Dallas’s heart to skip a beat, something he’d likely chastise himself over later on. “You intimidate me, I guess. Not in a bad way, you’re just - you.”

“Me?” He asked through a laugh, brows furrowing in confusion as he lifted his hand to remove his cigarette from between his lips. “Intimidated by me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion, finding yourself somewhat amused by the idea that Dallas wasn’t aware of the persona he had. Or maybe he was and simply wanted you to clarify, you didn’t know for certain.

“I’m not scared of you.” You assured him, giving him another short-lived smile as you began wiping away dried blood along his forehead and jaw. “I just- you’re cool, the last thing I’d want to do is embarrass myself by stumbling over my words. So I guess my brain rationalized that it’d be better if I was silent.”

He studied you then, brown eyes affixed to your features as you cleaned him up. Instead of feeling burdened by his glare, you felt something different bloom in your chest and stomach. Your hand paused against his cheek, only dropping once your eyes locked with his.

“You’d know if I didn’t like you, kid.” He whispered, voice hoarse as though he were restraining himself from saying something further. You only shook your head, a stifled laugh falling past your lips as you responded. “Not a kid.”

“I like your voice.” He whispered, leaning closer to you. You felt yourself freeze, unable to do anything other than let your gaze flicker between his and his lips. “It’s a shame you don’t talk more.”

Before you’d been able to reply Dallas’s lips were upon yours, the scent of rubbing alcohol and cigarette smoke flooding your senses as his hand gently cradled the back of your head. You hadn’t expected it in the slightest, but it was far from unwelcome. You kissed him back, savoring the warmth of his lips against your own until he pulled back for a breath of air.

“You going to talk more now? Or did I ruin my chances?” He asked through a soft laugh, his words in a tone you weren’t used to coming from him, almost vulnerable. You nodded, wetting your lips to taste him again as you looked down at your lap.

“Yeah, I can talk more.”

“Good.” He stated, tone light as he straightened his posture. “C’mon, you haven’t put a band-aid on my cheek yet.”

With a laugh and shake of your head, you pulled a bandage from your first-aid kit, scooting forward in your chair to bring your knees flush with his. While there was still a bit of apprehension in your movements, it was certainly far less than it had been before. Your palm rested against his jaw as you delicately placed the bandage, whispering an apology whenever he’d wince.

“Why do you do this?” You asked as you smoothed the adhesive onto his skin. “Fighting, I mean. Seems like every time I see you, you’re sporting a new bruise or cut.”

“I like it.” He replied, shrugging with a tone so nonchalant you would’ve bought it if you hadn’t been patching him up for the last thirty or so minutes. “Done it all my life, ain’t no sense in changing now.”

“It’s reckless.” You stated, motioning to the pile of bandage wrappers in your trash can. “Reckless and stupid.”

He only cocked a smile in return, one that made you fight the urge to smile back. He’d gone through the same song and dance with every damn friend he’d ever had, the ones that cared anyhow - and with any woman he’d been with.

“You hopin’ to change me?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head, fingers intertwined between the space of his knees. “Wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type to lecture.”

“I’m not lecturing.” You replied, almost defensively. He couldn’t help but laugh at your tone as he shifted his legs, boots nudging the outside of your calves as he waited for you to continue. “And I don’t want to change you, I know the man you are - the men all of you are. I just- I don’t know, I figured you could benefit from knowing someone cared about your wellbeing.”

There was something so genuine in your tone that Dallas found himself unable to do anything other than smile warmly back at you. You were shy, but you were smart and held your own if it came to it, and he respected that. He tapped his boots once more against your calves, pulling your attention back to his waiting eyes.

“You care about me, huh?”

You could sense the teasing tone from a mile away, but instead of irritating you, you only let out a huff of laughter as you playfully rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I care.” You responded, giving him the smile he’d been waiting for before bending over to close up the first-aid kit.

He only nodded in response, lips pursed in thought as he looked toward the first-aid box, watching intently as your hands pushed it toward your nightstand. He could still feel the faint sting of the antiseptic against his wounds, but you’d done a damn good job, and you’d surely been kinder with him than Darry was on the best of days.

“Did you want to stay?” You asked, tone so quiet that Dallas had nearly missed it in favor of watching your body shift against the wooden chair. He looked up to you then, smug smile making itself known once more. You returned it with a laugh of your own, letting your head fall back in faux annoyance. “Not like that!”

“I know.” He laughed out, noise followed by a soft sigh as he rested his palms against the soft mattress underneath him, slowly rolling his shoulders back to stretch the tired muscles. “Only messin’. But no, I can’t.”

In truth he knew that if he’d stayed neither of you would’ve slept, and as much as he wanted that he didn’t want you to be another girl he fucked and walked out on. You deserved better than that, and he wanted to give you that. With a short grunt, he pushed himself off the bed, moving back over to the window with you following closely behind.

“You sure?” You asked, tone adorable enough to make his resolve waver for a moment. He turned to you, smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he raised his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, kid.” He murmured against your warm skin, only pulling away to press a kiss to your lips before pulling away fully. He noticed the hint of disappointment lingering in your eyes, but he knew you’d thank him for his decision in the future.

“Not a kid.” You whispered as he moved to duck out your bedroom window, causing him to pause as he slung over his other leg. He smiled back toward you, a certain warmth in his eyes that made you want to follow after him.

“Not a kid.” He replied.

A/N: Another Dallas fluff! I hope you guys enjoyed this one, I enjoyed writing it. I enjoy writing all of my fics, but still. I have about eight more fics I’m currently polishing up, so expect an influx of works this week. As always, thank you for any interactions you give my work as I appreciate them all and you can catch me over on AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”

[marksbear]

could you write a dom male reader or an oc x marc spector? They have one teen son (adopted or fostered) and maybe another younger son and the kids are chaotic but they all love each other. Marc still has DID so steven and jake have appeared in the past and sometimes still do but since he feels safe and happy its a rare happening and the reader or the oc have autism? The sons love to bicker but the older son is very protective of his whole family and maybe the youngest son gets bullied at school so the oldest steps up and beats the crap out of everyone including an asshole parent :] and marc and the male reader were at home finally having an off day alone and things were getting steamy untillllll the school calls them 🙈

Took me a minute to write this, but nonetheless I hope you still enjoy it! I hope I wrote everything that you asked sorry if not! I love writing stuff for dad reader it's so fun!

Os/n= Older son name.

S/n= Son name.

Warning! Cussing, Lemon/spicy, making out, school fight, badass son, detailed fight, blood mentioned, shoving, pushing, stomping, punching. Laid back dads!

Dom Dad dilf reader x Dad Marc spector

Marc wakes up slowly from all the noise and yelling from outside his bedroom. Marc peaks open his eyes looking to the side of him.The spot on the bed was empty and still warm. Marc sits up and stretch’s his body. After a while Marc stands up from the bed walking outside of his bedroom.

Marc steps into the living room and looks around.

His youngest son S/n was on the floor drawing as his older brother beside him messing with him.

“Dad!! Os/n keeps messing with me!” The younger son shouts putting his pencil down before pushing Os/n away from him.

“Os/n! Stop messing with your brother.” Y/n shouts back from inside the kitchen.

“I’m not even messing with you stop being a crybaby!” Os/n says rolling his eyes.

“Hi dad!” S/n says greeting Marc with a smile while Marc does the same “Hi kid.” Marc says going over to him and crouches down messing up his hair.Marc turns to his side looking at his oldest son and reaches out his hand ruffling his hair.

“You boys come eat alright.” Marc says one last time before getting up going inside the kitchen. Marc stares at Y/n watching as he put the food on the plates.

“Need any help?” Marc asks moving forward to Y/n. “Nahh… I got it.” Y/n answers before turning his head around.

“Good morning! I woke up very early.” Y/n says putting the last plate of food down and moves closer to Marc wrapping his arms around him.

“Good morning, and why didn’t you wake me up then after you woke up?” Marc questions with a raise brow.Y/n doesn’t answer only closing the distance between them kissing Marc deeply on the lips. Marc melts into the kiss moving both of his hands to Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n moves his hands on Marc’s hips brining him close. Marc ruts his hips into Y/n’s crotch as they makeout.

“Ahem!” Os/n clears his throat as he covers his little brothers eyes.

The two adults pull away from each other looking at the teenager.

“Sorry kid.” Y/n apologizes letting go of Marc’s hips and turns back around getting the plates of food.Os/n moves his hand away from his little brothers eyes and follows his dad into the dinning room.

Y/n puts the plates on the table waiting for everyone else to be in their seats before sitting down.

As the family eat S/n rambles on to his family about his latest school project. “A-and also that my teacher says that I may win 1st place!”

“No one cares S/n” The oldest son blurts out teasingly rolling his eyes as well. “Shut up!” S/n responds back shoving his brother a little.Marc only rolls his eyes at the kids antics and continues eating as his husband Y/n pick and stare at his food.

“You guys are gonna miss the bus if y’all keep arguing and not eating.” Y/n says randomly with a smirk. The boys stared at their father thinking to themselves.

“Your dad’s right, I’m pretty sure the bus is already in the neighborhood.” Marc adds before standing up.

The boys scramble to their feet rushing out of the dinner table going straight to their rooms to get their things.Marc laughs at the sight and starts to make the boys their lunch putting it in their bags.Y/n still is at the dinner table finishing his breakfast before anything.

Os/n is done first picking up his bag back and stands by the door waiting for his brother. “S/n! Hurry up before I leave you!” Os/n shouts tapping his foot impatiently.

S/n rushes out his room trying to fix his hair as he scrambled to put his bag back on.Os/n opens the door pushing S/n out before turning to his parents. “Bye dads!” Both boys says at the same time. Both parents wave off their sons watching them leave.

Once the boys were on their way to the bus stop Marc shuts the door and turns around to Y/n.

“You didn’t have to lie to them.” Marc says with a light chuckle walking back to his seat at the breakfast table.

“ I know… I just wanted us to have some alone time. And especially when we adopt a new baby.” Y/n says with a smile reaching out his hand to Marc’s thigh.“We’re gonna need all the time we can get. Even if that means lying to our kids about the bus almost being here.” Y/n adds in leaning in close to kiss Marc.

Marc closes the distance kissing Y/n on the lips passionately.

Y/n melts in the kiss standing up slowly from his chair as Marc does the same. Marc leans against the table as Y/n is in front of him holding onto his waist. Marc sits on the edge of the table wrapping his legs around Y/n’s hips.

Y/n wraps his arms Marc’s lower back holding him tight and close.

TIMESKIP

It was in the middle of the day of school only a few more class periods left and they’ll be done with the day.

Os/n walked around the halls with his friend group going to their next destination.

“And I’m telling you guys she was so fucking hot—“ Os/n gets cut off by bumping into someone.

“The fuck? What the hell.” Os/n breathes out looking around looking at the large crowd he just bumped into.

As Os/n and his friends push past the crowd trying to see what’s going on Os/n heat drops.

S/n bag back and his things were scrambled around the floor.

“Hey Os/n isn’t this your brothers bag?” One of his friends questions as she picks up the bag back and some of its stuff.

Os/n only tunes her out and feeling more determined to figure out what’s going on he pushes people out of his way.

“Get out of my way!” Os/n shouts pushing and shoving people.

Os/n steps in the middle of the circle of the source.

Os/n’s hands closes into a tight fist as his knuckles turns white.

S/n was on against the locker tears running down out of his eyes as kids no doubly bigger than him push and hit him.

Os/n drops his bag back running up to the group of guys grabbing onto the nearest guy shoulder spinning him around and punching him square in the face.

With the new found adrenaline Os/n moves around the boys fighting every single one of them.

Os/n fist flared around punching the boys where it would hurt the most.

As S/n leaned against the locker weakly as he watch his brother fight like hell.

Even though Os/n was clearly out numbered he still fought hard and clearly winning.

Once their was only one man left probably the leader Os/n pounced on him tackling him to the ground as he punch him in the floor repeatedly.

His hits were repeatedly aimed at the face and head even sometimes yanking the boy by his hair and slamming his head back down. Os/n fist were bruised and bloody as he punch the boy again and again. Os/n was on a rampage as he got off the boy and kicked him dead in the stomach.

As teachers run to the scene Os/n fights the boys who got back on their feet sending them back on the ground.

Finally once S/n went back to reality he pushed himself off the lockers and runs to his brother pulling him away as well as the teachers.

The kids who was recording and the others ran away the scene screaming and talking about it.

Teachers quickly pull Os/n and S/n out of the crowd and straight to the office.

TINY LITTLE TIMESKIP.

Both brothers sat side by side inside the front office waiting to be called in.

A parent probably one of the boys Os/n messed up was inside the office walked back and forth stressed.

“Is my boy going to be okay!?! I mean have you saw what that monster did to his face!” The parent screamed having no clue that the monster he’s talking about was in the same room.

“Sir please calm down—“ One of the staff says but gets cut off by the dad again.

“Calm down!?! How do you expect me to clam down especially knowing that some monster fought my kid! I swear to god if I meet that boy’s parents I swear! Who is that boys parents? Animals!?! Because obviously they aren’t real ones.”

The dad exclaims catching Os/n attention.

S/n side eyes looking at his older brothers pissed off face already knowing what’s going to happen.

“Hey asshole! What did you just say about my parents?” Os/n questions with a shout standing up from his chair. “Usually I don’t ask questions, but this time I wanna hear you say it.” Os/n adds walking closer to the parent unfolding his arms.

“So your the boy who stared all of this… Wow I can’t believe you or your idiotic parents—“ the man gets cut off by a fist swinging out out no where connecting to his cheek.

The father head turns to the side in pain and shock.

Os/n wastes no time to punch the man right in the stomach causing the man to hunch over. Os/n hand reaches out to the back of the man’s head grabbing onto his hair tightly before slamming it onto the wall.

Immediately staff pulls Os/n back as S/n grabs both of their things following them into a different room.

Once the adults left the room so it’s only the brothers in there S/n begins to panic.

“What if we get in trouble! Dads are gonna be so pissed! What if you get in jail!—“ S/n nervously blurts out but gets cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly.

In the room only soft sniffles could be heard as Os/n cry’s softly onto his brother. “I-I was so scared for you… I’m sorry that I wasn’t there fast enough.” Os/n says weakly as the guilt settles.

“W-were not gonna get in trouble alright. So don’t be scared alright dork.” Os/n says giving S/n a light kiss on the head.

WITH Y/N AND MARC

“Ohh!~ fuck Y/n!~ Hurry up and give it to me!~” Marc moans out as he laid on the bed legs out spread. Y/n held onto Marc’s thighs as he slowly moved the tip of his cock inside of Marc’s hole.

*Ring!!*

The men look away from each other at the phone of the dresser.

“Ignore it!~ HmMm please!~” Marc moans out as he grinds his ass against Y/n’s cock.“You know I can’t.” Y/n responds back rolling his eyes a little before reaching out to the night stand picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n questions as he uses his free hand to jerk Marc off.

“Yes I am their father…” Y/n answers giving Marc a worried look.

“Mhm. Uhm yes I’ll be there with my husband.” Y/n says hanging up the phone.

“School called… And Os/n got into a very serious fight. They even said he fought a kids dad.” Y/n let’s go of Marc’s cock and moves off the bed walking into the closet getting clothes for the both of them.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to continue this later.” Marc says getting up from the bed.“Yeah… sorry.” Y/n apologizes as he puts underwear and pants on.

Marc cups Y/n face in his hands smiling at him.

“It’s not your fault Y/n…” Marc says giving Y/n a light kiss.

TIMESKIP

Marc and Y/n walked inside the office looking around for their kids.

Y/n takes a mental note of how messed up a group of boys and even a man looks.

“Fuck Os/n” Y/n thinks to himself before looking at the principles. The principles able gestures the man inside. With one last look at each other Marc and Y/n steps inside the office.

“Sorry if you two were busy.” The principles says looking at the both of them. Y/n shakes his head no with a smile taking a seat by Os/n as Marc sits by S/n.“The woman on the phone already gave me a run down about what’s going on so could we just go straight to the chase.” Y/n says as Marc talks to their sons getting their side of the story.

“We’ll witness says that S/n was getting bullied and his brother came and saved him, so the punishment won’t be to bad—“

“Punishment? You just said it yourself my son was getting bullied and his brother came and save him since everyone else wasn’t doing anything.” Y/n cuts off the man.

“I know Mr L/n, but there’s no excuse as to why Os/n fought an adult.”

“Because he was talking shit about me and my family!” Os/n exclaims.

“Can’t we just negotiate a reasonable punishment for my son and the other kids please.” Marc says as Y/n agrees. “If that what you’d two like to do.”

“Yes we’ll like that a lot.” Y/n says before adding “Could we host a meeting tomorrow here. It will be easier to talk to all the parents since some is probably working now.”

The principle nods and types in his computer probably documenting this.

“Well then… See you tomorrow. Nice talking with you and please tell the father that my son fought that I say my deepest apologies.” Marc says with a fake nice tone before standing up with the rest of his family leaving.

Once the family is leaving the school and at the parking lot waking to the car Marc breaks the silence.

“So I see you used some of my moves huh?” Marc teases looking at Os/n

“No! I was using my own moves you should had saw!”

THE END

[squish--squash]

This is gonna be quite a personal post about how important a blorbo from my show (Sakura from Wind Breaker) is to me personally, so if that’s not your style and you prefer straight analytical type essay posts, please skip this read more and continue on

(lil disclaimer before I begin: I'm about to talk about some personal stuff from my childhood, which include descriptions of bullying. If you're sensitive to that, please be wary)

I recently had a friend of mine get into Wind Breaker, and told me after the first few episodes that in all honesty, they couldn’t stand Sakura for the first episode. They just couldn’t understand why he was so mean, they said.

But I understood. I understand.

It’s painstakingly obvious to me.

It’s laid out in both episode and chapter one that Sakura’s been judged for his appearance extensively. He’s used to unkind comments about the way he looks. He’s used to people assigning attributes to him because of how he looks (delinquent, dangerous, bad) despite his actions showcasing otherwise (picking up and returning wallets people have dropped, bringing an older gentleman something he’s forgotten, protecting a stranger from true delinquents). He picks up fighting as a defense mechanism partly, but also because it’s been expected of him. He becomes what people rumor him to be, becomes a strong fighter, because he wants those types of people (the ones who judge him, the ones who can’t keep their fucking mouths shut) to leave him alone.

He hasn’t given up on people, no, his kindness and purity remain strong. But he has to hide it behind a wall, a front, in order to protect himself.

Like a hurt and abused animal, scared for its life, he bites the hand that reaches out to him, expecting the slaps and punches he’s received back to back to back to back; he doesn’t stop to think about “what if this time, it’s gentle?”, because if he stops and hopes, he’ll only get hurt again.

He can’t take compliments or praise because he doesn’t expect it. He’s not used to it, it’s a foreign feeling. He doesn’t expect people to recognize his kindness. He doesn’t expect people to help him if he needs it. He doesn’t think to even reach out until his peers (his friends) ask him to.

Because he never thinks it’s something he has the choice to do. He never thinks it’s something he can have.

Growing up, I was made fun of for my appearance. It was pretty much, from my memory, an everyday occurrence. I was chubbier than my peers, taller than them, and they didn’t like that. Unkind things were said to me, too many to count or repeat. I was compared to whales, to hippos, to elephants. I was called inhuman, dubbed “too ugly to be human”. I got spat on once, got my glasses broke before.

If anyone is familiar with the Cheese Touch…I was the cheese to a certain group of people.

People thought that because of the way I looked, I only ate sugary things. Only desert foods. They thought I didn’t go outside and run around like the rest of the kids. They thought I was lazy.

(I wasn’t. I loved fruits and vegetables as much as I did chocolate. I ran around and played like the rest of the kids. I did my chores and my work without complaint.)

But because of the experiences with those peers, and from my own extended family (commenting about my weight to me in faux concern…I was just a kid), I started becoming what they thought of me. I stopped going out so much, hiding away in my room where they couldn’t get to me. I became mean to people despite not wanting to be. It was a combination of already being ostracized for my looks and wanting the words to stop that left me alone growing up. Sure, I had my parents, and a few friends at school and in the neighborhood, but I never told any of them what I was going through. I never thought it was something I could do. I was alone. It was lonely.

Sakura, from what we’ve seen so far, doesn’t hate the way he looks. Instead, he seems angry that others judge him so much for it.

I was the same way, as a kid. I didn’t have a problem with how I looked, but I was tired and angry that others had rude thoughts about it (the amount of times I screamed at people to be quiet, to stop talking, when it got to much).

Sakura can’t take compliments and praise, he’s used to them. He skirts around them by default, says something to try and make the positive words shine less.

I’m far from a child anymore, and I still struggle with accepting compliments from people, especially aimed towards my appearance. A stranger said I looked cute two years ago and I almost cried in public from it.

Sakura has trouble relying on people. He’s used to being on his own, fending for himself, that it’s something he doesn’t consider even when he finally makes close friends. It’s something shaped into his bones, part of his low self-esteem.

And I didn’t realize it until reading the manga, but I have similar issues even currently. I’m still used to relying on myself. I rarely ask of things from my friends, and I feel bad when I do; a part of me always expects a “no” when asking for favors, despite knowing that my friends are good people.

Everything about Sakura to me screams that he was alone and ostracized because I was like that too. A lonely child, put away from the rest of their peers, perhaps even family, because of how they look.

I understand him to a degree that makes my chest ache sometimes.

When Kotoha, in chapter/episode one, says to him “I said you were alone, but I can tell you didn’t choose to be”, I had to temporarily stop watching because that line hit me so unexpectedly hard.

Because how much of my lonely childhood was a product of me truly choosing being alone? How much of the loneliness was nothing but an escape mechanism of the people around me, how much of it was because I found being alone as a solace against the constant stream of rude things said to me? I don’t think it was much of a choice, to me or to Sakura.

Sakura is so important to me because so many things remind him of myself, or a younger version of me. And seeing him changing for the better, seeing him receive the unconditional kindness and acceptance he’s needed for so long, seeing him make strong and lasting connections, seeing him plant his roots around people that truly adore him…it’s cathartic to me. It’s therapeutic in a way, presses down on lasting scars and bruises with a calm, healing touch.

It’s all things that a younger version of me needed, and never got (or didn’t get enough of, or didn’t get exactly). It’s an acknowledgement and showcase that someone like me exists, and deserves good things that they can, and should receive. The backbone of Sakura’s character, to me, is a “I see you, and what you dealt with. You deserved better, and I’ll show you all of what you should have received”. 

I feel seen, I feel heard and understood, and it’s so healing to watch Sakura be able to grow and bloom and be cared for and care back.

[hurtspideyparker]

Hi, if it’s not too much trouble could you please share some songs you think are Peter Parker coded? No pressure of course, thank you

HOW DID U KNOW I MADE A PETER PARKER PLAYLIST LITERALLY THIS WEEK?

I'll give out the link, it's based on MCU Peter and is vaguely chronological. Heavy on the angst soz. Also I don't have a super broad or unique music taste but I tried my best !

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0IeIl3Kj7L1hFoyyTIR21P?si=PkQ3NKseS0eL-sVyUFI5qA

Some specific thoughts on each song and how they relate to Peter if interested:

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown - civil war Peter. just a crazy little guy, absolutely bonkers baby boy kicking super soldier ass.

all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo - homecoming Peter expected to be this tidy neighborhood hero for Tony but he's young and stupid and eager for action.

tolerate it by Taylor Swift - Homecoming Tony and Peter. Peter idolizing Tony and doing everything he can to prove himself and catch his mentor's attention, while Tony barely pays attention to him. "You're so much older and wiser and I, wait by the door like I'm just a kid" "I made you my temple, my mural my sky, now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life".

Reflections by The Neighborhood - same theme as tolerate it. "tried to put it out for you to get, could've should've but you never did" - Peter trying to warn Tony about what's going on but Tony not listening. Bonus "I see my reflection in your eyes" (I just wanted to be like you!).

Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore - Peter being this young optimistic hero, slowly losing that spark.

clementine by Halsey - general childish, stubborn Peter attitude. "I don't need anyone! I don't need anyone! I just need everyone and then some."

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo - Peter trying his best and losing so much of his normal teenage life to be the hero everyone demands, but he's never good enough.

All These Things That I've Done by The Killers - Peter coming to terms with the chaos and danger he causes others, begging for a mentor or a helping hand because he's in way over his head. "yeah you know you gotta help me out, oh don't you put me on the back burner" is so Tony coded in Homecoming. "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" Peter has heart but he's only a hero by chance, he didn't ask for the fight.

this is me trying by Taylor Swift - Far From Home Peter reliving all his mistakes and thinking of the people he's nearly gotten killed, Fury berating him, telling Happy how he messed up. Him thinking about Tony a lot, and how he's failing to be the next Iron Man.

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - this just makes me think about how enamouring and beautiful Peter is.

Social Cues by Cage The Elephant - Far From Home Peter. Literally that scene where Peter gets overwhelmed by the reporters, pressured and frazzled by the expectations of being the new biggest hero. Shy little guy in his Iron Spider suit.

Idle Worship by Paramore - Fury and so many others expecting the world of Peter when he's still just a kid who's expertise is stopping bike thiefs and helping elders cross the street. They set him so high on this pedestal that when he falls the impact will be so much harder.

The Kids Are All Dying by FINNEAS - Everyone turning against Peter because of Mysterio's lies. Peter frustrated they're so focused on him, just a kid who's trying to do good, that they're blind to the real problems. Everyone is so gullible and maybe Peter is second guessing being a hero considering how angry everyone is at him for it.

Figure 8 by Paramore - "all for your sake, became the very thing that I hate, I lost my way" this song is Peter's frustration at Mysterio and shield in general, how they took him and forced him to be someone he wasn't and how it backfired "I was only being kind but you mistook me for weak" Peter is far more trusting and forgiving than most, but once he's mad... his true strength shows.

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift - Peter regretting trusting Beck. "If I was a child did it matter, if you got to wash your hands" Beck doesn't care that Peter is an innocent kid in this, only cares about his goal and hatred for Tony. "but lord you made me feel important, and then you tried to erase us" Beck made him feel seen and special in a time where no one else was (Peter had low self esteem and was easy to manipulate).

Why by Derivakat - another Beck and Peter angst theme (Mysterio is my fave villain sorry lol) "look at what you've done, is this what you call glory? do you still believe you're the hero of your story?" Beck has caused so much suffering just because of his grudge against a dead man. "you act like a judge enforcing your personal grudge. am I to pay for this war you've raised?" Beck admits that Peter is an innocent chest pawn in all this, and still Peter ends up losing the most.

Daylight by Taylor Swift - Peter and MJ anthem 🥺 finally seeing the great thing that has been right in front of him all along. Also- "I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked" hurting his friends because he trusted Mysterio. "Clearing the air I breathed in the smoke" Peter clearing his name from what Beck did to protect his friends, but he ended up poisoning himself (No Way Home ending).

because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter - all because Peter trusted Beck he nearly destroyed the planet and then he lost everyone he loves. "now I'm a homewrecker I'm a slut, I got death threats filling up semi trucks. tell who I am, guess I don't have a choice. All because I liked a boy" change homewrecker and slut into menace and murderer and it's just like what the media is saying, sending Spider-Man constant hate and telling him who he is, and all is happening because Peter trusted Beck and gave him the power of EDITH.

What I'm Becoming by Cage The Elephant - Peter and May :(. "I'm so sorry honey, for what I'm becoming. Everything you wanted, seems so far from me. never meant to hurt you no, never meant to make you cry" May wanted Peter to be selfless and kind, to vouch for second chances even for criminals and villains. Now Peter is the one trying to take Green Goblin's life because he got May killed, and deep down he knows May would be disappointed.

my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift - No Way Home final battle and saying goodbyes. "you wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me... cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave, and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake. cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet" MJ still wearing the necklace after forgetting. Desperate and making Peter promise he'll get her to remember, sharing tears. They're all haunted by someone they used to know. "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" is of course Peter being a free man but at the cost of losing everything he called home.

R.I.P. 2 My Youth by The Neighborhood - basically Peter losing all of his mentor's and support system, leaving school and getting a place of his own - the end to his youth. He steps fully into his role as Spider-Man and with it Peter Parker, the sweet naive kid he was, has died.

Making the Bed by Olivia Rodrigo - "push away all the people who know me the best, but it's me who's been making the bed". Even though it was Peter's decision to erase his name and protect the people he cared about, he hates going back to that dingey apartment all alone each day. "another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun" is about how bittersweet being Spidey is now.

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant - "cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen. So sweet with a mean streak" this song's vibes are sweet boy beaten down, still trying to remain gentle in the face of violence :( Peter looking for reasons to remain good while everything crumbles around him.

Your Best American Girl by Mitski - "you have so much to do, but I have nothing head of me" Peter to his friends. He knew being Spider-Man he'd never have a normal life, so he decided to let them go instead of dragging them down with him. "you're the one, you're all I ever wanted I think I'll regret this" is Peter in that coffee shop making the final decision to leave them.

Happy Now? by FINNEAS - Peter's journey as Spider-Man, a post No Way Home Peter reminiscing about his career. I love the line "always such an anxious child, never wild, always worrying". Makes me think about homecoming Peter and how he was giving up all his clubs and time with his friends to be a superhero just because he felt a responsibility (civil war Peter telling Tony why he does this speech).

The Plan (Fuck Jobs) by The Front Bottoms - sardonic Peter, bitter and sarcastic post No Way Home. Him vs. the daily bugle, a broke and mentally unstable young adult. Comic Peter vibes.

Ya'burnee by Halsey - Peter thinking about MJ and how badly he wants to confess to her again who he is and why he loves her. They had so little time to be a couple together, immediately sweeped into a media circus and having their lives endangered time and time again. This song is just a Peter Parker open heart surgery.

I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams - bittersweet anthem to Peter MJ and Ned ending their friendship. "nothing happened in the way I wanted... I don't want go think I'll make it worse, everything I know brings me back to us" :(

Matilda by Harry Styles - "you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside" Peter is such an optimist. He left that coffee shop with a smile for his friends getting into MIT, but he doesn't allow himself to feel grief for that life he was supposed to have too. I think he deserves to feel his sadness and understand it wasn't his fault, that nothing is wrong with him. "you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up/for doing it on your own" I hope he doesn't regret his choices, and that things will get better for him.

[morgaknight]

Rolan HC's (soft family and tiefling stuff)

-Rolan is 3 years older than Cal and Lia

-Cal and Lia are twins (Lia is 2 minutes older)

-Rolan was dropped off at an orphanage at birth. He was swaddled in nice blankets, and it was assumed his mother was likely a non-tiefling from a noble family, and did not want to be saddled down with a tiefling child. (whether his father was a fellow tiefling, a cambion, or some other brand of fiend is unknown)

-It's often joke that all tieflings are "kin" in the eyes of non-tiefs, and that everyone assumes all tieflings are related... but when a 6 year old Cal and Lia saw a 9 year old Rolan... they really did think that he was kin.

-Cal and Lia grew up with their mom in a tiefling community, but it was mainly mephistopheles tiefs, so when there was another red skinned, black horned, and yellow eyed tief, they instantly gravitated towards him and the next several hours Rolan spent playing with kids that didn't look down on him.

-When Cal and Lia heard their mom calling for them to come home because dinner was ready, they were confused why Rolan wasn't coming along too. They had to drag him. Rolan: YOUR mom isn't MY MOM. Lia: How do you know? You said you don't know your mom! Maybe she is! Rolan: Because MY mom was a noble woman. Cal: Okay but if Mom ISN'T your mom.... maybe she knows your mom. Mom knows everyone. -With the whisper of maybe finding his family, and the promise of dinner... Rolan was convinced to come along.

-Cal and Lia's poor mother. Lia had a habit of never meeting a stranger, and Cal had a habit of bringing any wayward strays... but she tried to hide her surprise when her children came home with an orphan...

-Rolan was pretty mature for his age, and was embarrassed when the young woman tried to politely hide her surprise at her children's blithe immaturity and excitement. Mom: Okay okay, well you can tell me all about this after you've washed up and sat down at the table. Rolan backs out of the doorway as Cal and Lia run in to wash up. He felt so foolish. His heart ached watching them sprint away from him. He swore to himself to never pass through this neighborhood again while walking back from the library. Mom: You're not hungry, Rolan? Do you have a curfew? Rolan: Uhm, Harvark's doesn't care where we are as long as we're there for roll call in the morning. She recognized the name of the orphanage. Noticed his embarrassment. Mom: Well, I made far too much stew today so you'd be doing me a favor by helping us eat it. So come in, wash up, and have a seat at the table before it gets cold! -They sat at the table and for the first time in Rolan's life, he ate dinner with a family. -The only time he went back to the orphanage was the next morning (before roll call!) when Mom interviewed (aka paid) to adopt him. Lia: I TOLD YOU Mom was your mom! I was right!

-Sometime after his official adoption, angsty Rolan got into a fight with Lia and screamed that he wasn't really their brother, or a part of this family.

-which made Cal cry (Cal still is the crybaby)

-Mom explained to him that though they aren't blood-related, they *are* a family. That someday there might be a time where family was all the three of them had. -Mom got sick when Rolan was 16. It was a long sickness that slowly took her life over the course of 2 years. -On her deathbed, as a final request. She asked that Rolan Look after his brother and sister. Stick together and look out for each other.

-Rolan is thankful Mom passed long before Elturel fell into Averus.

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Event Story Translation “NEW ERA GARDEN” [Chapter 4]

An episode dedicated to Kasumi's feelings about his role and his past as a leader.

Kasumi

“Toshi-san, there’s this interesting rumor I’ve heard from an older lady.”

It’s hard to get the intonation right… The emphasis should be here…

“Kondo-san, I’ll stand guard here! I won’t let anyone escape!”

Kaede

Papa, are you playing as a woman?

Tsubaki

Or are you playing a guy?

Sakura

Which is it~?

Kasumi

Uh… Actually…

Kasumi

…Y-Yukio-san, this… is a mistake, right…?

Yukio

It’s not.

Kasumi

Eeh!? B-but I can’t believe I’m the only double cast…

Yukio

As for you, I wanted to see you play as both Kimigiku and Todo Heisuke.

You played Lady Shizuka in “Traces of a Dream” already, and just playing the beautiful Kimigiku is boring, isn’t it?

And I also want as many people as possible for the Ikedaya incident scene.

Kasumi

No, no, no, no way! I wouldn’t care much if it’s just a female only role, but I’ve been blank for too long and yet you already want me in the Ikedaya fight…!

It’s like a neighborhood kid getting caught in a gang leader fight!

Yukio

It’ll be fine. Yuzo said he’ll teach you.

Yuzo

…Yeah. Leave it to me. I’ll put you through the Shinsengumi hazing process.

Kasumi

!!!

Kasumi

(...Yuzo looked like a complete bully that time.)

This time, papa will play as two people, two roles at once, it’ll be a lot of work.

Kaede

You should practice a lot, then. Kaede and her friends always practice a lot of dances at the nursery.

Tsubaki

Do it everyday. You have to get it right.

Sakura

You’ll be able to do it after enough practice.

Kaede

Let’s play over there so we don’t get in the way.

Tsubaki

Okie!

Sakura

Good luck, papa~.

Kasumi

T-thanks…

…Sigh.

*He flips the page*

…

(In the other play I acted as Lady Shizuka after a long while of not playing female characters, and I got a lot of compliments from a lot of people. I'm looking forward to playing Kimigiku.)

(The only problem is Todo Heisuke… Hopefully… I’ll get the hang of it after some practice.)

(Now that I think about it, I remember the first time I was on stage there were three sword fights, it was a mess…)

“...Haah, haah, my bad…”

I’d be on my knees at first, it was hard to get up.

My body ached everywhere and my body felt heavy like steel.

It was as if the gravity only changed around me and pulled me down.

“...If the leader’s gonna be like this, there’s nothing to discuss, shouldn’t we just replace this guy?”

Syu-san’s bluntness and arrogance was nothing out of the ordinary, but it struck my heart this time.

I was pathetic and remorseful, I couldn’t even get myself to face them.

It was the first time I was assigned a role where I had to fight.

No matter how much I practiced, no matter how slow I took my time, I couldn’t reenact the movements properly at all.

I looked like I was doing a Lantern festival dance instead of having the form of a swordsman.

It’s no wonder that Syu-san, who taught it, was dismayed.

“Alright well, let’s leave the fight scene at that for today before you get hurt.”

I heard Yukio-san’s gentle voice interrupt and just bowed my head, devastated by my own shortcomings.

“...”

Yuzo looked at me like he wanted to tell me something, but with the state of my mind, I couldn't take another word, I left the rehearsal room as if to escape.

“...Today’s the day I’ll get it right.”

The next morning, I was determined and went to the rehearsal room early.

“Well, aren't you early?” “Eh, Yuzo? Why are you…”

Immediately after that, he threw a wooden sword at me and Yuzo told me to prepare myself.

“Get in form.”

Subconsciously, I handled the wooden sword as Syu-san had taught me.

“Try to move the same way as I do.”

“But, Yuzo, your role…”

“I already got your movements memorized in my head. Try to keep up the pace.”

“—T-thanks.”

Repeating it over and over and adjusting the speed, eventually I got it right for the first time.

“Yes! Finally!”

I was able to keep up with the other members at the same pace.

The joy of being able to do something I couldn’t before welled up deep inside me.

“This is just the beginning. Go show Syu-san, that this role is yours alone.”

“...Yeah!”

Yuzo usually only smacktalks me, but he helps me out so casually like this when I’m going through something difficult.

He really is a reliable childhood friend.

As a way to show my gratitude for being helped like this,

I definitely made that role mine, and mine alone.

I made up my mind and got back into the flow of things.

Kasumi

(Back then, I felt like I had to do my absolute best as the leader of the Spring Troupe.)

(...I wonder if Sakuya-kun also had a tough time with fight scenes.)

Rather, the upcoming play, Sakuya-kun might come to see it…!?

(He adores me as the first Spring Troupe leader, I can’t just show Sakuya-kun an unseemly sword fight.)

Sigh…

(I got no choice, I’ll just have to suck it up and ask Yuzo for help.)

(In the story, Kimigiku supports the Shinsengumi from the shadows, meanwhile Todo Heisuke leaves the Shinsengumi later.)

(It overlaps with my desire to support MANKAI Company in the shadows in different ways despite my departure from the theater.)

…You really are amazing, Yukio-san.

(Honestly, you’re like a wizard.)

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hello! I'm a huge fan of your work! <3<3 I love how you write Taiju ^ ^ He is so handsome! Would it be alright if I request about Taiju meeting s/o for the first time, like it takes place where we were first introduced him in the show. And how s/o handles the situation like she's being a total girlboss and that's when Taiju starts developing feelings and later they started dating.

I can do this! (Hopefully, I did this right, lol)

Love, An Oddity: Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader

wc: calculating…

tw: fluff

masterlist

The brawny man across from you scowls deeply, his hands clenched into fists.

"What did you say?"

"I said," you begin, standing before the brawler. "Your little gang here is making a racket. Perhaps you could understand that if you stayed in school." Taiju grits his teeth, looking down at you with nothing other than malice in his eyes.

You don't miss the "Black Dragon" emblem blazoned on various members' jackets, but part of you doesn't care. You'd been shaken out of your sleep by the utter chaos outside Taiju Shiba's home. And this wouldn't be the first time he'd done something similar.

"Don't you have any respect for the other people who live here?" Your eyes flash at the man, but he mutters words to himself that you can't hear before he takes a step back.

"I've seen you before," he finally states, crossing his arms. "Aren't you the priest's daughter?" Your eye twitches as he refers to you as anything other than your name, but you nod anyways.

"I am. What, think I can't fight because my dad's a clergyman?" Taiju tosses his hands in the air, looking away from you.

"Never said anything of the sort. Let's head out." You watch in rapt fascination as the group of hoodlums suddenly disperses, leaving you alone in the street as Taiju makes a slow but definite retreat. You want to egg him on and urge him to come back to fight, but there's no sense in engaging in that kind of behavior. It was clear that the conflict was over.

That is until you find an apology letter coupled with a box on your door the next day. It simply reads, "Sorry for the disturbance," and when you open the small box, you see a cupcake sitting inside. You grimace at the offering - it's obviously a pithy attempt by someone in Black Dragon to appease your fury - but take it inside despite your reluctance.

A week passes before you get a call on the house phone, and you hurry to pick it up, lest your father hears it and slip out of his bed to make sure it wasn't a member of the church calling for help.

"Hello?"

"Did you get the note and the cupcake?" You quirk your brow at the sound of Taiju Shiba on the other end, his voice much softer than it had been a day ago.

"Is that your way of apologizing for making such a mess?"

"Yes." The simple admission makes you sigh, and you look across the kitchen counter at the note still lying on the granite.

"Taiju," you muse, twirling a finger around the cord of the phone. "Do you really think a note and a cupcake will smooth things over between the neighborhood and your gang?" There's a soft noise on the other end, but Taiju doesn't reply. "You'll have to do better than that." You hang up the phone and waltz back to the couch, placing your feet on the coffee table and watching reality TV.

You awaken mid-morning to see your father standing at the window in his pajamas.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Come look, y/n. It must be a miracle!" When you join your father at the window, you see a group of Black Dragon gang members. But there seems to be little fear in the older man next to you as he watches them... clean.

"And don't miss a single spot!"

"Yes, boss!"

You fling the door to your home open and allow your eyes to roam over the neighborhood. Trash is picked up. Some are fixing things that had been broken for months. Others are standing around Taiju and getting directions from him.

"You've got to be kidding me." You wander over to what appears to be home base as Taiju dishes out orders to groups of eager members.

"Y/n," Taiju calls out, pushing one of his associates aside. "You made it just in time."

"This is a PR stunt," you quip, waving your hands around. "Ninety percent of the mess they're cleaning up is the mess they made."

"Isn't that what you want?" You scoff, placing your hands on your hips and shaking your head. Taiju groans loudly, wiping a hand over his face. “Listen, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Why?” Your question is given no answer as Taiju stares at you, his cheeks reddening. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you chide. “You’re a big boy; spit it out.”

“I… don’t like being in people’s debt.”

“You’ll forever be in my debt,” you quip, turning back toward your house.

“Wait!” Taiju grabs your hand and you whip around, about ready to fight the brute. “Why don’t I take you out… on a date?”

“A date?” The echoed words make Taiju nod a few times, and you blink at him as if seeing him for the first time.

Of course, he’d done all of this cleanup for you. He’d made efforts to get into your good graces - heaven knows why - so he could impress you, not frustrated you.

“This isn’t a joke, right?”

“Not even close.” Taiju’s hand tightens around yours and you huff a sigh.

“I suppose I’ll give you a chance. If that keeps you from tearing the neighborhood up, that is.”

“That’ll keep me more than satisfied,” he replies, giving you a toothy grin. “That I can promise.”

[satansaidnottoday]

Late night coffee.

Info: No romance, Teen!Satan & GN!Mc, Human AU.

Context: You recently opened your dream Cat Café. Just today a rather extravagant family moved to the neighborhood, and one of the kids seems to be out for a little cat visit.

Warnings: Mentioned physical violence.

It was almost 23:00, way past closing time. You were downstairs at the cafe to feed the three cats you were currently fostering. You were petting the oldest of them when a loud banging on the door interrupted you.

You answered, unafraid as always, ready to fight whoever was bothering you at that hour. But you didn't find a burglar nor a junky on the other side. Instead, a blonde teen stood there, shaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. One of Lucifer's kids.

That morning was a rainy Sunday and not many people were going out. The slow time had you dozing off a little on the counter. They came in when you were least prepared.

The moment the seven siblings stepped foot inside, the energy completely changed. What you could only describe as a sudden wave of chaos. Even the cats retreated behind their little safe area. A corner of the salon you had separated from the rest with glass walls; it had an entrance small and high enough that only the cats could enter it.

"They have cats!" exclaimed an overly excited blonde teen. He grabbed at the shirt of another, smaller, blond and pulled him to look at the cats.

The two older teens took a seat at one of your bigger tables. They didn't stop arguing a single second from the moment they stepped inside, something about money. Another kid, a redhead, stood in front of your pastry display with an amazed face. He repeatedly asked if he could get one, looking at the only adult you could identify.

The tall, lean man ignored every single one of his companions as he approached the counter. You saw a sixth (SIXTH!) kid hiding behind him. He smiled at you, and you just knew the man needed a coffee.

"Good morning, I'm Lucifer Morning Star. My siblings and I just moved a few blocks away. We're introducing ourselves around the neighborhood," he said. By the tiredness in his voice, you couldn't imagine that it was going well.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," you offered him your hand for a shake and he took it. "I'm Mc, feel free to come over anytime you need a coffee." Which you assumed would be often.

The siblings introduced themselves one by one, as they ordered.

If you remember correctly, the one standing at your door was Satan.

"Can I pet the cats?!" he screamed over the storm outside. He looked pissed, but his voice broke in a desperate way.

You stepped aside to let the kid in.

He was drenched. His house was just a few blocks away, but with how strong the storm was, it didn't surprise you.

"I'll bring you a towel."

He didn't look at you and instead marched straight toward the cats, who scattered away from him.

You went upstairs to your apartment, unsure of what to do. You left him in because well, what else could you do when a kid came crying at your door at night. You couldn't let him outside, but you also didn't want to get in any trouble. You should ask Lucifer to pick him up, but didn't have his number. And calling the police felt overkill.

You resolved to at least make sure he didn't freeze to death.

When you went back with the towel, he was still trying to get the attention of a kitten. The little orange tabby had climbed up a cat tower and was taunting poor Satan with his unreachable cuteness.

"You need to be more gentle with them," you said as you threw the towel over him.

"I'm being gentle!" his scream just served to startle the cat and send him climbing even higher.

Satan's expression changed from angry to sad in a second, and it made your heart sink.

"You want some coffee?" You asked.

He nodded slowly, "With cream please."

You nodded back and got to work behind the counter. You turned the heater up, both the cats and the blonde thanked you.

He grabbed the towel and dried himself off as best he could, though his clothes were still drenched. Now calmed down, he sat on the floor. He didn't want to ruin your chairs.

He looked at the cats. The orange cat he was chasing was now waking up an older, white cat to play. The older cat started to lick the kitten as if telling him to calm down. The kitten seemed to understand. He laid down beside her and they slept together. He wanted to sleep with them so bad.

"Now, what are you doing on the floor?" You said suddenly, surprising him. You sat down at a table with two freshly made coffees waiting. "You already look sad enough as is, come sit with me".

He laughed a little as he stood up, out of embarrassment more than anything.

He sat in front of you and let out a little squeak, looking at the cat head you sculpted with the foam of his coffee.

"It's so cute," he said with a huge smile.

"Thank you, it took a long time to master the ancient art of foam cats you know? You better appreciate it". You said with an exaggerated pompous tone and he laughed.

He took a sip of the drink, secretly decaffeinated. He felt a little bad about having to drink the cat. You looked at the dry tears on his face.

"Will you tell me now?" you asked.

"Tell you what?" he played dumb.

"Why did you come to a closed café, crying to pet the cats, while the second universal flood is happening?"

He didn't expect you to be so direct about it. He hoped to divert the conversation long enough that the rain would die down, so he could go back home with some of his pride intact.

"I just had a fight with Lucifer" He sighed and looked down.

"About what?" As you spoke, you noticed Felicia, the black cat, slowly approaching Satan's side. He didn't seem to notice.

"Just stupid things," he said, anger taking hold of him again "He thinks he has a right to tell me what to do. I'm already old enough to make my own decisions."

Tears started to build up at the corners of his eyes.

Felicia made her attack, jumping directly into Satan's lap with a scream. Satan screamed alongside her. Surprise and fear immediately morphed into the most adorable face of adoration at the creature. She rubbed herself against his chest and he shyly started to pet her.

Feli was a very vocal cat, she was meowing and screaming between purrs with every show of affection. Satan looked so confused, having only ever seen quiet skittish cats on the street. But you could see he was definitely having the time of his life.

Finally, Felicia had enough love and laid down on Satan's lap for a nap. Her loud purrs still filled the room.

"She's adorable" his voice came out small and thin. He was trying not to move at all so she wouldn't leave.

"She certainly is," you smirked, enjoying the view of this angry, edgy teenager trying not to cry over a cat. "You could ask your brother to adopt her," you suggested.

Satan looked hopeful for a moment but then deflated.

"He won't let me have a cat," his voice turned sour again "he hates me".

You saw him choking down tears as he began to pet Felicia again.

"Why do you think that?" You ask. Maybe it was the usual teenage act of 'no one loves me'. But you knew too well that sometimes kids had their reasons to think that way, and you weren't about to invalidate his feelings.

He remained silent for a while. You waited patiently, the storm outside wasn't getting any calmer, so you had all the time in the world.

"Because he called me crazy," he finally said, his voice teary.

"Why d—" he cut you off before you could ask.

"I hit him but didn't want to hurt him. I always hit him before, but he never got hurt for real. He looked like he was going to kill me. It's just that sometimes I get really angry and I can't control it." he explained himself desperately, in one single breath. He didn't want you to think of him as some kind of delinquent kid or something.

"I get it, I get it, It's okay," you reassured him. He took a second to calm down. You waited until he looked better.

"And then what happened?" You asked, worried "Did he hurt you?"

He shook his head, focusing all of his attention on the cat.

"He told me to go to my room."

You nodded. "And you didn't."

"No..."

"Why did you come here specifically?"

He thought it for a few seconds, a serious expression on his face.

"You have cats."

You let out an earnest breathy laugh, caught off guard. He laughed a bit too.

"Let's make a deal," you proposed "If you give me your brother's number so I can ask him to pick you up, I'll let you in any time you want to play with the cats."

He looked at the table for a few minutes, deep in thought, before answering.

"Okay, but can you please give me an hour before calling him?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Half an hour?"

"Fifteen minutes," you insisted.

He rolled his eyes.

"Okay…" he accepted begrudgingly.

You shook hands over your very serious verbal contract.

He chose to spend his fifteen minutes laying around in the playing area with Felicia. You heard him sneeze a few times, so you fetched a blanket for him. When you went back down you found he had fallen asleep on one of the puffs. You covered him and went to the front of the store to call Lucifer.

He answered after the second tone.

"Who is it?" his voice was breathy and tired. You could hear the storm strong and clear in the background.

"Hi, Lucifer?" you confirmed it was actually him and Satan hadn't given you a stranger's number. He made a grunt as affirmation. "This is Mc, the café owner."

"Yes, I remember," he says, his breath shaky as if he had been running.

"I'm calling to let you know Satan is in my shop, could you pi–" he interrupted you before you could finish.

"Oh thank god! I'll be there in a second."

He hung up the phone.

When Lucifer arrived the storm was finally dying down, yet he was completely soaked and panting. You would have laughed at how ridiculous he looked, if not for the complete desperation in his eyes.

"Where is he?" He asked as he entered.

"He's okay, he fell asleep playing with the cats," you said, guiding him to where Satan rested. He let out a relieved sigh.

"I'm really sorry, Mc. I really don't know what got into him."

You smiled as reassuringly as you could. "He just wanted to play with the cats, it's okay."

Satan was out cold, exhaustion had taken over after the adrenaline wore off. Lucifer picked him up with no problem. The rain had completely stopped, but you still lent them an umbrella.

"Thank you, Mc. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again," he said, standing on the way. Shame filled his voice.

"It's okay," you assured him.

"Thanks again, Mc," he said before leaving.

You closed the door behind you, left alone with only the cats and a floor full of puddles you had no energy to clean.

"Well," you said to Felicia, who sat on the table in front of you. "Seems we made some friends."

[m0nsterqzzz]

✪ In This Universe ✪

paring: Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, and their older brother

summary: when Yelena accidently gets hurt, her older brother is there to help her have fun again. and Natasha is just laughing at her brother.

warnings: i don't think any, it's just fluff/comfort

a/n: got this idea cuz last year my class went to the younger kids school and this little girl came up to me and pulled a children's makeup kit, and asked to do my makeup so i could, and i quote, "be a pretty boy" as i trans man, I wanted to cry but like, anyway. I wore that makeup look for the entire day. also, nicknames are ones my family members call me and they are definitely my favorites that people call me. kind of a weird ending but i just wanted to remind yall the pain that is Natasha knew her family was fake the entire time she was there and had to live with that.

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With one sister on your shoulders and the other cradled in your arms, you walk away from the playground and back to your house. Yelena hit her head on a tree, and after comforting her, you put Natalia on your shoulders and picked up the little blonde to take them home. It’s easy to hold the light girls, so you do the entire neighborhood block walk.

Your mother sees you guys from the kitchen window where she’s washing dishes, and signs before walking outside and taking Yelena from your arms. The little girl is always getting hurt, which a lot of people think proves your mother and father aren’t good parents. They aren’t wrong, but you got kicked out of your old middle school for fighting with other kids who talked crap way too often. It wasn’t about defending your reputation, but your younger sisters. Your reputation is long gone, being known as Strings in hydra due to your ability to control minds. But Natalia and Yelena, they shouldn’t have to deal with that yet. Natalia already has, and now that you guys can live in semi peace in Ohio you are determined to let her keep that peace.

You lean down a bit so Natasha doesn’t hit her head as you walk through the front door, following your mother to the living room and setting the blue haired girl down on the couch and making your way to the kitchen for an ice pack.

“What happened? Your mom asks you. “We were playing tag and she didn't notice the tree in front of her because she was focused on me behind her.” You say, and the older woman sighs and orders, “you need to start taking better care of your sisters alright?” you quietly scoff and mumble, “Right.” Being the oldest sibling and already in your teen years, it is your duty to watch over your younger sisters all day while your dad is at work and your mom simply does whatever she feels like doing that afternoon. You love the girls, but sometimes you wish you could go off and have fun like all the kids in your school get to do. But you would never complain, just out of fear that Melina- your mother- would send you back to Hydra to be locked up in a cell once again to only be used when they need you.

Yelena holds the ice pack to her own forehead and gives you a small smile. “I'm okay солнечный свет.” Sunshine. That's what the small blonde said in Russian. When you and Natasha first moved to Ohio- Yelena coming soon after that- the little girl's were the only ones who could get through your stone cold heart. That earned you the title, “Sunshine” in Russian from them, and they became known to you as: “Пчелка” and “конфеты”.

“little bee” and “candy”

Yelena is little bee, simply for the fact that she loves bees. and Natalia is candy because she loves to dye her hair different colors. It's basically just a shortened version of the nickname cotton candy.

Your mom goes back to the dishes, and you pick each little girl up in each arm and carry them to your room over your shoulders like they're sacks of potatoes. This earns you loud laughs from the children as you throw them down on your bed.

The girls have lots of their own personal stuff in your room, because they spend most nights in your bed, making you read them stories and watch cartoons with them. You're always happy to spend time with your siblings, and you try your best not to let the little voice inside your head saying, “they're not your real family and they never will be” take over. 

Both girls get comfortable on your bed, and you open a book as you lay in the middle of them. Suddenly Yelena's little voice speaks up, “солнечный свет?” you hum in acknowledgement and glance up from the book for a quick second. “Can I do your makeup?” Her question catches you a bit off guard and you giggle. “Mine? Why mine?” She shrugs. “Because you let me run into a tree.” She states casually, and Natalia chuckles at the gaslighting. The little girl is learning so much from her two older siblings.

You sigh, sending her a smile and putting your book down. “Of course you can little bee. Go grab your stuff.” She runs to her own room with a giggle, and comes back with a sparkly pink children's makeup kit. Your mother got it for her a bit ago, but Yelenas never really been too interested in stuff like makeup- unless she's putting it on you of course. 

She settles into Natalia's lap, and opens the kit. “So big brother, what color eyeshadow do you want?” The little girl asks, and you quickly reply with an answer you know she'll love, “The brightest pink you got kid.” Natalia helps her scan through the colors until they eventually settle on one. She uses the tiny brush to begin putting it on your now closed eyelids, and you try your best to not flinch away every time she presses the brush too hard into your eyes.

She then moves onto blush, and you peak one eye open when Natalia giggles. Yelena is pushing the makeup brush into a shimmery blue, and then draws a small circle on the middle of both your cheeks. She grabs one of the lipstick tubes, and you're just praying it isn't the one she used to draw on a tree the other day.

Natalia won't stop laughing the whole time, you open your eyes to glare at the eleven year old for a few seconds which only makes her laugh harder. 

A few minutes later, Yelena says, “And…….done! you look so pretty солнечный свет!” She hands you a small mirror, and you take a moment to look at yourself in the blurry plastic. You have bright pink on your eyelids that messily goes onto your eyebrows, small blue circles acting as blush like an old timey doll, purple lipstick that barely covers your lip and goes onto the rest of your face, and a random red blob on your chin. 

Even with this terrible makeup, you smile at your little sister. “I look amazing Lena!” you half lie, because it truly does look good because it was done by your sister. Anything she could do in life would be amazing to you.

Her smile grows, and you can't help but burst into laughter at the way Natalia is looking at you. Her eyes are scanning your face, and she doesn't say anything for a moment before she begins laughing too. Yelena doesn't seem to care, as she presses a kiss to your nose and giggles when you scrunch it.

Your mother calls for Yelena to come pick up her toys in the living room, and there is silence between you and Natalia until she mumbles, “Why do you love us? We're not your real siblings.” There is no harshness to her words, just curiosity. “Because it's real in another universe. And it's real to her.” She looks up at you confused, so you elaborate, “The multiverse. In another universe, we are all blood related. None of our pasts ever happened. No red room, no hydra, no Dreykov. Just us.” She smiles, a bit of hope in her eyes. “Is the multiverse real солнечный свет?” She asks. You sigh. “I don't know Tasha…..but if it was….would you rather spend an eternity searching for the perfect one, or stay in this one where we have okay lifes?” She takes a moment to think about it before she nods, “I'd rather stay here. Lena's happy, I'm pretty happy, and I think you're happy.” You chuckle and press a kiss to her forehead. “I'm very happy candy…..so happy.”

[allay-j11no]

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜

𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤. . . Introduction | CHPT .1 | TBR ----------------------------------------------------------------

TW: Blood, cursing. CW: bullying, school, Older brother, cousin, Childhood friends to lovers.

Antsy kids and tired adults welcome this day. School ends, friends meet, adventure begins. Simon and me were planning the annual summer hang out, Kyle and Timothy were planning the yearly family water balloon war. The bus ride home was long, too long, kids were yelling, jumping from their seats. I was waiting to get home, throw my stuff into the back of my closet till next school year. "Rory, when we get home, we all meet at the parks Gazebo?" Kyle said tiredly, I nodded to my cousin, "could you and Tim get the bikes ready too?" Timothy and him both nodded as the bus stopped near our small neighborhood, all four of us getting off, Kyle running to Auntie Aria's and Uncle Kojo's. Mom's sister was always kind to us, unlike our own mother, but she made up for it with yummy food, sometimes I catch her smile when we eat like a normal family. Sometimes... I walked behind Timothy when we walked in like any other day, zooming to my room and shoving my heavy rucksack into my closet, the garage door opening and Tim calling for me. These days were always the best, we didnt have mum and dad breathing down our neck, I could freely hang out with people... I hop onto my bike, riding to the Gazebo, racing my brother and Kyle. when we got there, I was...shaken, Simon, big bad Simon, was on the ground...bloody and bruised. So I stepped in. I threw Adam to the ground, throwing a hard right hook to his nose, Ezra was trying to pull me off, Kyle was helping Si up, "RORY LET UP NOW!" Timothy yelled, allowing Ezra to sock a hit to my gut. I toppled over, on my hands and knees, still ready to fight. "Your crazy woman!" Adam screeched, Ezra was sitting him up. "hrm..." Kyle sighed, Adam walked over and kicked me in my gut before the two boys went running, being chased after Timothy, "You alright Rory?" Kyle asked. "A-As good as I can be.." I weakly smiled. The day after, Simon started teaching me self-defense, he then told me about his idea of the military, I agreed with him to join as soon as we can. "we might've been in year 8 last year, but we're freshman's next years Rory" Simon started, I nodded along, "We can take the BARB in year 10." "thats...true Si, but we can only go to basic during the summer of year 11." We both considered our options, deciding to aim for SAS. We had everything planned and ready. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1503 words! ill write more chapters when school becomes less and less of an impervious task (aka when summer break rolls around)

[cherryvampiro]

Older!Cotc AU Info

Hello!! I wanted to make a post with all my hcs/ideas of both the older creek kids and next generation creek kids. These are all headcanons of course!! 💝😊💝 This post follows the Stump Gang & main next Gen Kids.

Craig & Omar:

Before they got together, they used to date other people.

For Craig (from middle school to high school): Vanessa, Eileen, Canon Ball, & Dianne.

For Omar (MS to HS): Jp & Toman.

There was a 2-3 year gap where Omar & Craig hadn’t seen each other due to Omar leaving to college outside of Herkleton.

During a college break, Omar returned to Herkleton where the two reconnected. Since then they've been inseparable.

Craig (28) works as a carpenter contractor. Omar (30) works from home as a welder.

Craig still has a passion for art and still creates projects on the side (both personal and professional work).

They have one child as of right now named Sonya (3). Isabella/Stack’s is her surrogate mother.

Since Omar stays at home the most, Sonya favors him more over Craig (rip Craig 😔😂)

These two act like carbon copies of Craig’s parents with how openly goofy and affectionate they are to one another & to Sonya.

They own 1 cat and 1 big St. Bernard.

Kelsey & Isabella:

These two are the definition of childhood sweethearts. They’ve had a few fights sure but never broken up or took breaks from each other.

Kelsey (27) is the school coach at Herkleton High School. Isabella (27) works at the Library.

Even with their separate jobs, they still find time to write together and brainstorm on new story ideas. They still plan on releasing a novel together ❤️

When Craig & Omar were looking for a surrogate, Kelsey had offered to be it for them. But after they told her what she could and couldn’t do for 9 months she backed out. (Isabella happily volunteered afterwards)

They have 2 adopted kids together: Jamie (9) & Laura (10).

As a family they like to go to the gym or park together to exercise and bond. Kelsey & Jamie work out more for muscle/strength where as Isabella & Laura exercise for fun.

Aside from exercising, they like to read books together! Though it’s harder for Jamie to join in at first (he’s dyslexic). With some help & patience he’ll get there tho 💪🏽🌟🌟

As adults and parents they still have that fire & ice attitude!! Kelsey being very energetic & outspoken for her family while being warm & welcoming to them/others. Isabella being calm & understanding of her families needs while being strong & assertive when she needs to set someone straight or be a shoulder to lean on.

They own 3 birds & 1 bearded dragon.

Jp & Maney:

During the first year of high school they actually took a break from each other. Jp had dated Omar shortly while Maney dating someone else. During the end of Junior year they reconnected with each other.

Jp (29) works as a mechanic with the Junklord. Maney (29) works at a horse sanctuary & therapy organization called “Hugs for Horses”.

Despite Laura’s words of caution, Jp & Maney end up having a baby together sooner than expected.

When Marcello was born, he had water in his lungs. He had to stay in an incubator for 3 days. When MJ learned about this, he was 100% convinced he was part fish.

Out of all the Stump kids, Jp has kept the most in touch with kids from the creek. If there was as ever a kid from the creek someone wanted to contact, Jp was the guy to go to!

Despite being older & wiser now, Jp still ends up with a broken bone or two every once in a while. Maney wishes he’d be more careful whereas MJ thinks he’s invincible.

Maney still keeps close contact with Kelsey. You’ll often catch her on the phone with Kels planning their hikes together.

As parents they’re both very laid back. MJ doesn’t cause them much of a hassle so they don’t feel the need to be stern with him.

The Mercers don’t own any pets but do take care of the stray cats & dogs that live in their neighborhood (they feed them, make sure they’re not hurt, and are spayed/neutered.

MJ, Nancy, & Sonya

MJ (8) & Nancy (8) don’t have a designated hang out spot. They text each other on where to meet before they go and explore.

Their adventures focus less on exploring the creek and more on how much they can do that day.

MJ has a bucket list of all the things he’d want to do at the creek. When the list starts to run short, he either makes up more or ask other creek kids what to do.

Nancy has a very macabre sense of humor & vibe. She’s fascinated with the concept of life & death (especially with death).

Nancy lives with her grandmother & her older brother.

When Nancy grows up she’d like to be a mortician. When MJ grows up he’d like to be able to touch the top of the fridge.

Nancy always carries her Lil Oopsie Doll named Syd with her where ever she goes. No one is allowed to hold, let alone touch, Syd. MJ is the only acceptation.

If the weathers ever terrible at the creek, these two always run to The Williams house and make themselves at home. (MJ knocks, Nancy gets in through the back.)

Craig & Omar are used to MJ’s visits, they’re not used to Nancy’s. She has the tendency to sneak up behind them and every time it scares the living daylight out of them.

Sonya absolutely adores Nancy and is always happy when the two older kids visit her home.

Sonya’s not ready for the creek yet but has tried to sneak off into it. The farthest she’s explored to was her backyard before getting scared and running back inside. That’s all I have to share for now!! My apologies for any typos & grammatical errors 😵