#But my mum was a fan and i remember she was so annoyed i wasn't rooting for Roger jdjdjdndjd

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Oh! Thanks for showing me thing link to the thing you wrote :) I had no idea. I had a thought earlier and instead of Bruce walking in how about it being the readers mum? Like..j and the reader are staying over her moms house as a visit and they have seggz in y/ns old room and the mum walks in and the next day she asks y/n when are her and Jason going to make a baby. 💙💙💙💙💙

[❤︎] pairing: jason todd x fem!reader [❤︎] smut warnings: penetrative sex, Jason being a teasing little shit like always lmao, getting caught. [❤︎] word count: 539 [❤︎] a/n: ahh omg so sorry this took like 6 months to upload!!

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YOU DIDN’T EVEN REALISE THE HITCH IN YOUR THROAT - the off guard of breath being caught every time Jason touches you - until you feel the brush of his calloused fingertips drag up your thigh. Your eyes glance over at him, warning him not to tease you. Your house wasn't like Wayne Manor. The walls are thin, with bedrooms so close to each other, you can practically hear the slightest noise coming from whatever room.

Jason, however, pays no attention to the silent caution of your plea. Instead, he leans closer to you and presses his lips to your shoulder. The heat of his breath fanning across your delicate skin is enough to make your eyes flutter closed, and lips pull into the sharpness of your teeth.

"you want me, huh?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice making you finally give in to him. Shuffling down your bed so you can lay down, Jason's lips pull into a smug smirk. He loves when you can't resist him.

He takes his time with you, slowly stripping you from your clothes. His fingers work wonders on your soft skin, getting you so worked up for him.

"Gonna keep those legs open for me, baby?" Jason coos against your stomach, slowly kissing up your body until he reaches your lips. You mumble in response, too impatient for any more teasing.

Jason reaches between your hot bodies, mocking your neediness by rubbing his cock up and down your folds. Your hips twist and turn, quiet whines suppressing in your throat.

Your lips part to let out a soft gasp, his cock sliding into you. "Fuck," is all you can muster up.

Jason doesn't spare any time in picking up the pace. His hands are fisting the pillows beside you, forehead already beading with sweat, making his hair stick to the dampness. You're so caught up in the pleasure you don't even realise how loud your moans are. Your hands grip his shoulders, fingernails digging sharply into his skin - marks Jason knows he'll run his fingers over tomorrow and remember how good he fucks you.

His annoying chuckle brings you to reality, and his hand covers your mouth.

"As pretty as you sound for me, we don't want anyone walking in, now do we?"

As if on cue, your bedroom door swings open. "Oh my god!" your mother shrieks. It wasn't that she didn't know you and Jason were together; it was more that she didn't trust any boy, let alone Jason, to be alone with you in your bedroom.

"Kitchen. Now!"

Jason's head drops to your shoulder to suppress a laugh. "Oops."

The two of you get dressed and meet your mom in the kitchen, where she awaits with the most displeased look you've ever seen.

"Now, I know that with a relationship, situations like this are inevitable-"

"Mom!"

"But, young lady, I need you to know that this is exactly how pregnancies happen. If you're not careful, we're going to have a handful of baby [y/n]'s and Jason's around."

"Ms. [y/l/n], I hold the highest respect for your daughter, and I solemnly swear that we're careful," Jason perks up.

"mhm," she arches an eyebrow, looking him up and down.

[uramilf]

could you write something about the reader having a birthday party and it ends up being shit because stuff goes wrong so she’s upset and matty comforts her?

A/N: Okay this is perfect for me because I LOVE birthdays and always put so much effort into everyone else's, but mine gets overlooked or forgotten most years because it's near Christmas it's so annoying :( I've decided to turn this one into a proper imagine instead of a blurb yay

Birthday Party - Matty Healy x reader

The second you woke up on your birthday, you could sense it wasn't going to be as special as you anticipated. First of all, Matty wasn't in bed beside you. Second of all, you remembered that you were just another year older, and wished you could go back to your teenage years when people cared about birthdays. You rolled back over and shut your eyes again, not even bothering to try and find your boyfriend. This only lasted a few moments, as your phone rang. "Mum", the screen read when you picked it up. Your heart lightened a little bit. Looked like somebody cared after all. "Hi Mum!" you smiled. "Hi, love. Sorry to bother you, but I think I left my coat hanging over your stairs when I was visiting the other day. You wouldn't have time to bring it over to me, would you?" "Yeah, Mum, it's here. No, sorry, I don't have a lot of time today. The boys have arranged a little part later." "Ooh, what's the occasion?" she asked. You shook your head, heart dropping. "It's my birthday, Mum." "Oh, sorry love! So it is. Sorry, I should have gotten you something, we've just been so busy..." You stopped listening after that. "It's fine," you interrupted her. "Look, I have to go." "No worries, darling. Happy birthday!" You didn't reply, swiftly hanging up the phone.

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Walking slowly down the stairs, you breathed in the smell of something burning in the kitchen. Your heart sank a little further. Something else gone wrong already. Matty was fanning the oven with a tea towel as smoke poured from inside. "I'm so sorry, love! I thought I could make a cake. I guess not," he sighed. You were disappointed that his surprise was ruined, but felt worse for him when you realised he looked close to tears. You didn't say anything, but you stood beside him and ran a hand through his curls. "Happy birthday, gorgeous." "Thanks, love," you sighed, kissing him on the cheek and going to leave the kitchen. He followed you, reaching for your waist and turning you round to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Hey. Talk to me, pretty girl," he mumbled against your lips. "Mum forgot my birthday." "Oh, darling, I'm sorry. I'm gonna make today special, I promise." "It's ok. My birthday's always a bit shit."

Matty sympathised with you for a minute or two, stealing a few more kisses and playing with your hair. "C'mon," he smiled against your mouth. "Breakfast time." He took you by the hand and led you back upstairs to get dressed. While he was pulling his shoes on, he suddenly grinned at you, your heart fluttering a little at his smile. "What?" you laughed. "Nothing, love. You're just so pretty." He stared at your smile for a moment or two, before gasping dramatically. "I almost forgot! I have presents for you but I was thinking you could open them later after your party." "Of course, thanks love."

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Your birthday party was in full swing, but you still felt miserable. You had wanted a small gathering of your closest friends, but more people had turned up than you had planned. Your living room was crowded with people who were friends with your boyfriend, not you. George had drank too much and was being sick in the kitchen. Your house was a mess; bottles and cans everywhere, drinks spilled, rubbish on the floor. You had been given about a million presents by your guests, but you were far from in the mood to open them, so they sat untouched in a corner. You wished you were in the kitchen with Matty, George, Ross and Adam, maybe Carly and Charli too. And your family, and Matty's parents and brother. With a birthday cake. With candles to wish on. And a few presents, things you really wanted, instead of piles and piles of things you would never use. Not feeling totally alone in a house full of people you barely knew who were there for the alcohol, not your birthday.

After around 20 minutes of sitting alone in the living room surrounded by strangers, you saw George come back and sit next to you. "Recovered then, Danes?" you smiled at him. "Sorry for being sick in your sink, love. Promise I cleaned it up." He swung and arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. "Good birthday then?" "Not really, to be honest with you. Don't tell Matt. But I'm a bit tired and I kinda just want to go to bed." George's face fell. "Soryy, Y/n. Go to bed, love. Ross and I will get everyone to leave." You smiled sadly and nodded before heading upstairs.

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When the house fell quiet and Matty came upstairs, you were crying. "Darling, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have had so many people over, I just wanted to make your day special." He sat down beside you and pulled you into his lap, stoking your hair. "It's not your fault babe, you've been so sweet today. I'm sorry, this is selfish of me." Matty gave you a stern look and said, "Absolutely not. You're not selfish for being upset that your day hasn't gone the way you wanted it to." He kissed all over your face, leaving your lips for last. When he pulled away from you, you smiled and his eyes lit up. "There's that pretty smile! Tell you what, why don't you tell me exactly what you want to do tomorrow and we'll have a birthday do-over." You wiped a tear and grinned. "Really?" "Absolutely." "Hmmm," you thought for a moment. "Okay. I want to have a lie in first, and you're not allowed to leave me to make a horrendous mess of the kitchen." Matty grimaced. "Yep, I deserved that," he laughed. "Then I want to go see your mum. I miss her." "Done," Matty confirmed. "She'll be glad to see you." "Then I want us to watch a good film together. I don't even care which one, as long as we have good snacks." "Absolutely. Anything else?" "Nope. Just want you."

Matty curled up beside you in bed and his deep breathing pattern almost sent you to sleep. But he sat up again abruptly, saying "Your present! I almost forgot!" He got out of bed and rummaged in his sock drawer, handing you a small wrapped box. You opened it to find a gorgeous silver necklace with a little butterfly charm on it. "I love it, Matty, thank you!" You cried. He took it out of the box to put it on for you, placing a kiss to your neck after doing so, before pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly.

As you lay down to go to sleep that night you couldn't help but feel a lot better than you had in the morning. And maybe your birthday hadn't been so bad after all. One thing you knew for sure was that your "birthday do-over" with Matty was going to be the best birthday yet.

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A/N: rumour has it this was the cake Matty was trying to make

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 33

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The night went by quick, your family enjoying the time off you're allowing them to have. Of course you're still enforcing a healthy diet along with regular stretch sessions, but that's the bare minimum at your rank.

The following morning, you found yourself sitting infront of a simple meal- very unlike Milo before a battle so important. WIth his pastel green apron on, he slightly turns to face everyone at the table;

"Sorry guys, I need to do a grocery run."

He opens up the last carton of juice just for Leo, placing it in front of him. While he's beside you, you ask Milo if he'd like it if you joined him to do groceries. He offers a warm smile, mixed with pleasant surprise.

"Of course! We'll leave right after I'm done eating, sound okay?"

You nod, knowing that allows you some time to get dressed and whatnot because he still hasn't sat down to eat.

Before long, you're both standing at the front door, right on time. Very different from how it usually is compared to when Leo tags along.

You adjust your shoes one last time before waving at Leo and Tasha- the both of them preoccupied by their usual activities: Tasha cleansing her weapon and Leo with his eye glued to the TV. Milo sighs and loudly proclaims a goodbye, gaining their attention and telling them to take care, telling Leo he set out some snacks for him.

You always knew how protective he was, but it seemed so absentminded sometimes. He stood behind you nearly the whole train ride, and you could've sworn his smile turned into a slight frown when he saw some guy staring at you a bit too long. He caught you gently when the train stopped a bit too hard, arriving at your destination. A short walk later had you through the doors, Milo grabbing a cart. Money was no longer really an issue these days thanks to your rank, but he still shopped as if he didn't have lots, getting lots of non-name brand stuff. When you finally built up the courage to ask, he said that his mum taught him lots of ways to bake and cook, and the non-name brand stuff was just as good for it.

Not too long in, you ran into some fans. You slightly stood behind him, feeling a little embarrassed being spotted by actual fans in public, but Milo took care of the situation perfectly. He even offered them a hug! One was a sweet little girl, and another, an older boy who was more distant. The brother- you assumed- seemed to be happy for his sister, asking if he could get something signed for her for when she got older. Maybe it was actually for him- that wasn't for you to assume.

You stifled a slightly annoyed laugh noticing how he roamed the aisles exactly like a mother would. Very slow steps, leaning down on the cart often. You trailed beside, pointing at stuff here and there. Every once in a while he'd ask for your opinion between a few things, and you'd remind him that there are no issues getting both.

"Okay, yes- but Leo's gonna go through these packs of gummies in seconds. He doesn't need two boxes."

You shrug and nod- okay, that one's fair. ... Maybe you just wanted some too.

Shopping with him did have some positives despite the sore feet after standing for so long, allowing you to get your favorite cookies and him "treating" you to a plushie. (You could have gotten it yourself, but it just felt more special when he got it for you.)

Then, you pointed to some strawberry mochi. You remember Tasha enjoying traditionally Japanese snacks and foods, so you figured she might like them. Milo's eyes widened a bit and his gaze softened when he quickly nabbed the box. Under his breath he whispered;

"My sister used to love these."

"Used to?" Your question slipped out completely on accident.

He softly nodded. He was quiet for a bit with a warm look on his face, but you noticed the slight furrow in his brow. Of course you wouldn't force it, but you were open to listening.

After a while, you felt the need to apologise. He's usually really talkative, but it seems he was completely lost in thought. He slightly jumps up, and waves his hand dismissively.

"No, no! It's okay- I just-, she was a very sweet individual. I miss her a lot."

"Is she still at home?"

"...No. She's passed to somewhere nicer now."

Oh. OH carp now you really felt bad. How did you not get the hint?! You assumed Milo moved from his home to here and had to leave his sister at home, but duh- of course it wasn't that.

You held your breath, feeling very awkward about bringing it up.

"It's okay, Boss. Really."

"She was younger than me by 8 years. I know, I know- don't think ill of mum though, okay? She was just doing her best, and I was very glad for both of them. Mum's still around, I talk to her every few days. She taught me everything. And my sister, Luna, I loved her so very much."

The two of you went through the checkout together, you helping him put the groceries on the conveyor belt in order. He carried most of the bags himself.

The two of you made it to the train without issues, besides him grabbing another bag from your hands and you barely noticing until it was too late. He teasingly stuck a tongue out, claiming it was good for "strength training". Yeah right.

Once you were walking back home from the train, he finally spoke up again.

"She was... well, believe it or not, I was small and weak at one point in time."

"I wasn't able to protect her."

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[keysmashhhhhhhh]

Tag Games!!! :))

thank you to @fandomchaosposts and @grandprixwinnerlandonorris for tagging me!!!!! dude i love tag games so much :)))

Who is your favorite driver?

SEBASTIAN VETTEL <3333 always and forever ever since i was a kid its always been him :)

Do you have other favorite drivers?

Ex Drivers: Nico Rosberg (started off liking him because it annoyed my gran who is a massive lewis fan but genuinely he grew to be one of my favourites, especially since retiring) and Jenson Button (my first memory of watching F1 is my gran thirsting over jenson haha)

Current Drivers: LANDO NORRIS (grand prix winner ahhhh), Alex, Oscar, Yuki are the drivers who i cheer for most often but honestly i love most of the current grid

Who is your least favorite driver?

Ooh actually a hard question, i dont "hate" any driver particularly if i dont like them i sort of just dont watch them you know? i know some people love to hate but im not really about that life haha

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Its 50/50 - mclaren was always sort of "my" team because when watched f1 with my gran she cheered for lewis and jenson so mclaren always felt like the team to support but when i started to become a seb fan i hopped from red bull to ferrari to aston as he moved.

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?

Mclaren all the way 🧡 

How long have you been into F1?

I have very hazy memories of jenson winning in 2009 but i was 4 years old so i didnt have any critical thinking skills to understand what that meant. i wasn't really "into" it until i a couple of years ago

What got you into F1?

its hard to say, id say the nostalgia of watching it as a kid plus the fact that the community has grown a lot more in the last 10 years plus a seriously improved attitude towards women as fans (i remember in primary school one of the boys used to make fun of me for liking a "boy" sport whenever i talked about f1 - this was only 10 years ago which is crazy)

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?

im a tumblr girl for a reason of course

How do you view new fans?

there is a noticeable difference between newer fans and older fans but i think its all about perspective. i mean i talk to my friend at work and he tells me about the races he watched in the 80s and 90s so of course to him im a new fan of f1 but when i talk to people who got into it in the last couple of years they see me as an older fan so i think its all about respecting the people who were fans before you and also welcoming the people who have become fans after you :)

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

Williams (my qualifications is i can sort of use Microsoft excel haha)

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

My gran is the og lewis hamilton fangirl, my mum is into it (she's a george russel fan) and my sister is a charles fan - funny story my dad absolutely hates sports so he's the only one not interested but he absolutely LOVES LOVES LOVES nico rosberg and says he dresses like a bond villain

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

OMG YES!!! its so funny though because i always assume my mutuals are like wayyyyyyy cooler than me haha

Tagging (no obligation if you're not feeling up to it!) @love4lando @sof1shticated @multiseb21 @formulapisces @481boxboxbaby @georgeinamerc + anyone else who feels like it!!!!

[louiisaa]

gonna give you all a list of the concerts i have been and give you a rating then give you my upcoming concerts bc i can

dec 2021 - cavetown: first concert! went with my mum to a small venue in cambridge and had a great time! robbie was so so good and sara kays (the opener) was awesome and they performed a song together! (8/10)

sept 2022 - taylor hawkins memorial concert: this was SO SO good. went with my family since we had tickets to see the foo fighters later that year which obviously got cancelled but we got priority tickets for this because of that! the vibe was just so good everyone was so nice and all the people performing were insane! dave grohl was insane the whole night and shane hawkins playing my hero almost made me cry( 10/10)

nov 2022 - cavetown again: friends had a spare ticket and i went with them (their dad didn't want to go lol) don't particularly remember it because i was NOT prepared they messaged me a few hours before saying they had a ticket but i remember loving it! we missed orla gartland (got there in time to see her walk off the stage whoops) but everyone was so lovely and robbie was ofc amazing (7/10)

feb 2023 - cavetown AGAIN!: this was so special bc i went on valentine's day in brighton and it was so cool. went with my mum and had standing tickets! it was such a good vibe and RICKY MONTGOMERY was opening he was SO good (9/10)

sept 2023 - lovejoy: obviously this experience has been completely ruined for me and i now class this as a GOOD KID concert because I LOVE THEM. loupe and good kid as the openers were so good! was already a fan of good kid but i had never heard of loupe and i loved them! although i obviously don't support lovejoy/wilbur anymore i had a really good time in the moment i guess! side note: these two 11 year old girls stood up a bunch in front of us when NO ONE else was standing up and they were in the front row so if we stood up to see the people behind us wouldn't be able to see so that was annoying. don't do that. overall it was good at the time but his voice makes me want to throw up now. (4/10)

jan 2024 - bring me the horizon: this was also a random ticket situation but i'm so glad i went! my uncle had BOX tickets from his work so my brother, dad and my brothers friend all went with him. i already listened to them but this experience made me love them so much more. everyone was so so lovely and it was just such a good atmosphere in the o2. i wasn't a huge fan of the openers but they were still good! (10/10)

april 2024 - ricky montgomery: my mum got these as a surprise because she really liked him after seeing him at cavetown and knew i liked him aswell and OH MY GOD BEST CONCERT EVER i made friends in the queue and roe kapara was insane i love him ricky is such a good performer he has so much stage presence. even though i didn't go with friends it's still the best night ever (100000/10)

upcoming concerts!!!

- taylor swift

- the killers

-conan gray

[cbk1000]

hi there the book of merthur is one of my favorite fics and i have a question about it, i hope this is the right place to ask and you don't have a writing sideblog or anything?

I'm such a fan of The Mums from the book of merthur, but i'm curious what made you decide to keep Igraine alive? was it for any particular reason for a plot? spite against the BBC for fridging her before the story even started? Just bc you wanted to make A Mum and unleash her on the story with a cooking ladle and a lot of anger to get out? Not that I'm complaining, she and Hunith are a terrifying force to reckon with and a point of hilarity across the book. But i haven't read a lot of fics where Igraine lives, and even fewer where she has a major effect on the story as your Igraine does. definitely an underrepresented character with a ton of potential!

As soon as i started reading your fic (many months ago) i could tell you're knowledgeable in the Arthuriana, and as i've been making my own fic and doing research about the Arthuriana, I learned that the more popular spelling of her name is Igraine and not Ygraine (and let me tell you, it's been a bastard trying not to confuse the names Ygraine and Yvaine in my fic), and so i also wondered if you had any deeper Arthurian reason for choosing to spell her name Igraine instead of Ygraine or was it just easier on the writing/reading? (I personally repeatedly mistype BBC's Gwaine as Gawain cause that was the first spelling of his name i became familiar with, also an incredibly annoying mistake of mine.)

Thanks in advance for answering (though take your time doing so!) and i hope you're having a fantastic day!

This is my only blog, so this is the right place to ask! Also, thank you for asking; I rarely get questions about inspirations/thought processes and I love talking shop about writing. I'm going to put this under a cut because, surprise, someone who wrote a 600k+ fic is long-winded. lmao

It's been four years since I started the fic, and the pandemic has turned that into about 84, so I can't remember exactly what pushed me to keep Igraine alive, but the first chapter was inspired by a version of the folktale St. George and the Dragon (sometimes also called St. George of Merrie England) that I read shortly before deciding I wasn't done trying to purge myself of BBC Merlin. The image of an enchantress carrying babies away to a cave in the woods piqued my interest, and that segued into me deciding to make Arthur one of those babies. While there are loads of versions of Arthurian stories, most of them show Arthur's conception as happening through Igraine becoming pregnant by Uther after he uses magic to trick her into thinking he is her husband, which is real gross and rapey of him, so I think probably what sparked the initial idea to have Igraine live was that I wanted to play that out a bit and show the repercussions of it and how Arthur was an innocent who obviously was not at fault whatsoever for what happened--but he was still the product of rape and a part of Uther, a man Igraine despised. And of course you can't explore a mother/son relationship that complicated if the mother is dead.

Also, BBC Merlin is a total sausage fest and, quite frankly, I think the writing for all the women was TERRIBLE, so part of it was also just me wanting more women in the story who felt like actual complicated humans and not one-note villains or love interests. Hunith and Igraine are both middle-aged, and I liked the idea of giving them a bit of space and a voice in the type of story that's generally about dashing young people running around swinging swords and getting rescued from towers.

As for the spelling, if I remember correctly, in the first canon era fic I wrote, I did actually spell it as Ygraine, so I've used both spellings in my work. But honestly, I chose Igraine this time around because I knew it would come up a lot more and it's just easier for my English-speaking brain to remember. There are multiple, slightly tweaked versions of many of the characters, and spellings and even names change slightly depending upon the source (Morgana is a good example of this), so if a character is going to be a recurring one in any of my stories, I go with whatever is going to be easiest on my brain. (And yes, Gwaine/Gawaine is annoying; I think we've all made that mistake.) I have done a LOT of reading on various Arthurian texts, so usually there is a more specific reason for something and a particular source of inspiration, but in this case it's really just, 'There are eight million variations of spelling for this, I'm going with the one that's easiest to remember in a 600k story where I already have to keep track of a billion things.'

Also, I want you to know that the bookmark note you left on Book of Merthur referring to a 'wet sock of a gay person' made me laugh, and I still think about it randomly and laugh about it. lmao

[chuluoyi]

Hihiii I finally have the time to reply to this!!

AHAHHA you should accumulate all your leave days and go for a long break! If not a short trip to unwind. It'll definitely helppp

RIGHT like UGH this man is so.... UGHH I want to run my hands along his undercut and like HE'S SO PRETTY- I went nuts after watching JJK 0 [I started with the movie idk why] and after watching the series I'm like "I love this man he's so hot and funny at the same time." Then his collab arts... They're always so... He always looks so... Slutty I'm sorry but look at the Dolce and Gabbana art... The Tokyo tower collab too... Idk I can't find a better word to describe him...

Babe I understand that fear it ain't stupid! Not tryna scare you more but I remember when I was like 11? I was on a beach in Phuket when I picked up this super pretty shell buried in the sand. Then uk what? A worm wiggled out of it. I screamed so loud like wtf was that monstrosity 😭😭 I guess a way to prevent sand submerging your feet is to wear sandals or flip flops?

Oh man I never expected that you felt like that once too 😭 I understand the mum hanging you part... I think mine would skin me alive and feed me to my dogs... That's good to hear! I'm really glad you found a job to your liking. Thanks for the advice Chu!🥲🥲 You have no idea how much I appreciate that. It feels like my friends from Secondary school know what they're doing and are slowly leaving me behind ngl... One of my friends is in the same course as me, but in different schools. She got a GPA of 4.0 for the first semester... and cause I flunked my Econs and AI class I got like a 2.9... So yeah I really appreciate your encouraging words 😭

SUSHI ROLL HAHAHA HELPPPP HAHAHAHA Okay but I'm sure you're not like short short. I'm not that tall either ahhaha!

Queen SLAY AHAHHA they definitely deserved it! Even if you didn't speak up, I'm sure someone else would've done the same sooner or later. Fr they're so annoying bruh

Omg nice! Okay to me, "A good day to be a dog" is good. Maybe cause I'm still halfway through... But so far it's good! I find the plot pretty unique! Omg I added Gyeongseong creature to my list ahah! Yeah it actually looks good! Ngl I wasn't a fan of sweet home but I wanna watch Gyeongseong creature cause of Park Seojun hehehe I loved "What's wrong with secretary Kim?" so much!

RIGHT I'M SO SORRY BUT HE'S SO SEXY IN THAT UGHHH

Yes... It's always the food and snacks.... Omgod I get it. Like it's always about exam results and once I'm old enough they'll probs start talking about finding a boyfriend... Then it'll be a job... I'm not ready 🥲🥲 But Fr the only thing I look forward to is the 红包 like trust me I've been ready since last CNY. Take the money as our prize money for enduring the relatives' questions heh. I'm so surprised you celebrate CNY too tho like no offence but I really didn't expect that...

Dissolved is an understatement... Idk I'm probs the one dissolving... HELP confessing your sins?! 🫠🫠 All I did was to pray to my flower agate tower... Did it work? It probably didn't. But it was worth a try! Crystal manifesting is a stressful process you know?

Nono I'm really not smart I just grinded my ass off... I hate my education system..... AND FR Lit is annoying in that sense but I mean it's the closest thing to reading and writing that I have so...

YEAHH They're so cute! I think I have a soft spots for animals in general AHAHH

Exercise... 🫠🫠🫠🫠 What's that?

Thanks sm Chu!! I will! I'm waiting for 3rd March to come cause I'm going for Taytay's concert woohooo That's probably the only good thing that's gonna happen to me this year so I'm gonna cherish it!

Also I'm so happy to be your first emoji anon It's an honour 😫😫

AND your Marius card! He's so hot in that omg and Rosa... ROSA IS SO PRETTY DGSDVXDHJ AHH

I managed to get Luke from the free 10-time! And I'm tryna get Artem now! I haven't gotten an Artem card in ages... Also what do you think about the new event? I think it's pretty cool! Much better than the others!

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disco anonn!! i finally can sit down to reply you!!🥹

i'm so doing that!! i plan to take a week-long vacation too in mid year so that i can leave everything in the dust ehe

HAHAHAHAHAH omg that's precisely also my reaction!!😫 you know i first came to know gojo not from jjk but from @/saintobio's sincerely not series. and he is written a prick there so i didn't have a good impression🥲 but then my bf roped me into jjk and then i see it firsthand and AAAA i'm down so bad for this prick uHHHH and that's so true the power behind that undercut is so🥲 that's totally okay i think of him as the best slut there is AHAHAHAH

A WORM😭😭😭 i'd flip and fall😭 i do wear flipflops but still... what's flipflops gonna do against the sand?🫠 during my company retreat last year, i wear flipflops and but my feet would crash against... rocks?🫠 it hurts *sobsobsob* and it got inside my nails i was like 😭

AHAHAHHAAHAH THAT'S SO TRUE OUR MOM😭😭😭 aww you're very much welcome!! i wished someone would say that to me too and i'm glad that you're encouraged🥹 ahh don't worry! GPA isn't everything. in real world, what matters the most is our communication skills and how we present myself🥹 not to brag, but my last GPA is 3.56 and my friend's is like 3.9-ish (nearing perfect omg) but now i got the better exposure and ratings🥲 my team leader says that's because i make friends with everyone and do presentations better than her (simple things like presentations matters a lot apparently i just knew it🥲) but that's not to say that we should ditch our GPA... just study well and do your best! <3 God will do the rest i assure you! don't give up, disco anon!! <3

i relate to you, me and my friends used to be a group of 6, but now the one who sticks with me is just one🥹 it hurts but sometimes that's just the way it is... especially when we don't share the same interest...

I'M A WALKING SUSHI ROLL REALLY AJAISJDAOISJDAS

okay i think there are at least 3 people saying that a good day to be a dog is good so... i relent🥹 i'll watch it!! PARK SEOJUN is so dayum there omg he's so pristine and aisjdoasjda okay i'm totally normal about him... totally... normal... the plot is unique and i love it but yes, i do have to agree that the CGI looks a bit off🥲 but pay that no mind and just look at park seojoon🥹 everything will be well AHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHA OMG WE'RE SO THE SAMEE i used to get the boyfriend asks a lot and they even tried to set me up!!😭 thank god i found a bf already or else they'll start putting me up for sale😭 that aside, don't take those questions to heart, that's just how nosy aunties are🥹 ah fyi, i'm of chinese descent so i totally celebrate the chinese new year and all of those praying anniversaries that i... don't remember a single thing about🥲

HAHAH THAT'S SO FUNNY pls disco anon don't dissolve😭 omg flower agate tower?? i lit looked it up... what is this?🥹 it looks cute and it says it's for healing... (pls correct me if i'm wrong because... most likely i am...)

oh my!! i'm so happy for you!!🥹 honestly some people in my office have gone to her concert too and i'm interested... but i'm not a fan of being squished in the spectator stands🥲 wishing you to have the most fun there!! <3

ADAKSJNDAKSJDA omg marius he's draining my schips and NOW I WANT LUKE TOO BUT AKDASDA I CAN ONLY DEPEND FROM THE DAILY(?) FREE PULLS AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN HIM STILLL i forgot that it's the pilot card that i've been looking forward too omg i was so in for the suspense and all but i was too blinded by marius😭 YES it's so fun! tbh during bakerlon and the cafe event i was like ??? many times but here it's so engaging and everyone looks so pretty!!🥹 rosa in chinese qipao is sooo pretty godsssss i don't usually stan for girls but she's the only exception!!

have you caught up with the main story and all? honestly i haven't been able to catch up with it🥲

[idontrealeeknowyou]

Uncharted Melodies - Chapter 1

"Yuna, stop making the customers uncomfortable with your silly moves.", my mum screamed from the pantry.

"Mary isn't bothering me, she's actually good at it, and these days it's all about tiktok and whatnot", Natasha, a long time customer, said in my defense.

"Right?, I keep trying to tell her I'm actually serious about it" The 'it' being music. I replied while handing Natasha her order.

"Yuna, come over here!!!"

"Comin', ma'am!" I said while walking to meet her in the back thinking about what I'd done wrong this time. Did I put the blender in the wrong place?

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I just need a little help carrying these boxes", she said, her petite figure already swallowed up by a pile of boxes.

Oh thank God, the last time I left the blender out it didn't end well.

"Ok, ma", I replied helping her lift the boxes.

"What are you looking for anyway?"

"I need to replace that cup you broke, remember?"

"Oh", I replied a bit embarrassed

"Go handle that customer," she said after hearing the sound of the bell ringing multiple times.

"But there are staff"

"Nope, they're already on break"

"Then why aren't I?"

"Cause you're my daughter, now go answer that customer.", she said while rolling her eyes obviously annoyed.

"Comin'", I said while heading towards the counter.

"Yes, welcome to Rise and Shine café..Start your day right.", I said while facing downwards getting the computer ready for transactions.

"If I come at night, will that motto remain the same?" the masked fellow asked me with an accent that signaled he wasn't from here.

Although masked, the parts of his face I was able to see were beautiful and actually quite familiar.

"Well, no..it'd be....more espresso less depresso"

"Oh," he replied. I could tell he was smiling because he had an eye smile.

"What do you wanna order?"

"Just a regular black coffee, I'm planning on staying up all night, so I'm gonna need a boost"

That's a bit boring for an interesting man.

"Ok, that'd be...12$", I said while handing him his coffee. +

"Ok", he said as he reached into his pocket and brought out a 20$ bill.

"Keep the change"

"Thank you"

"No problem", he said as he headed to the window side table.

Since there were no more orders I decided to change the music to roller coaster by Nmixx and started dancing and singing along but that was until I felt a pair of eyes on me. It was him. I suddenly became self conscious and stopped dancing. I stared back and noticed a few tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves. It was the same one Jungkook had. Maybe he was a mega fan?!, but then I looked up and saw multiple piercings.

Ain't no way that is THE JEON JUNGKOOK, what the fuck is he doing here?!.

[kyogos]

Best Wimbledon final?

Broke? 2008

Woke? 2009

2009 purely bc i love to get emotional about Andy Roddick and his lack of Grand Slams. That was his best chance at winning Wimbledon and I will only ever care about that final

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Six // Wanda Maximoff

chapter five | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter seven

author’s note: i’m glad you all seemed to like the last chapter! i’m all for slow burn but i didn’t want to leave you hanging too long aha. Now onto dating territory!

Since going to Blackpool with Wanda, we hadn't actually gotten another moment to ourselves. Wedding plans were picking up which kept her busy, and if not that, then I'd only see her in passing in which we'd exchange smiles before moving on.

So, I though it would be good to take her out on a date. A proper one, even if it was to be disguised as a simple outing between soon-to-be sister-in-laws. The plan was to 'bump' into her in town, which we did, then I asked her if she wanted to go to the art gallery. She'd been before, but they'd put in a new exhibition which I thought she might like.

We couldn't exactly hold hands when there, but I made the most of her presence and stood a little too close to her than a friend might. Since she'd kissed me at the beach, I wasn't able to think about anything else. And when shot me a knowing smile, I knew she felt the same.

"I like this one," I told her, pointing to a piece hung on the wall, before squinting to read the plaque. "Jedburgh Abbey from the River by Thomas Girtin."

"And why's that?" she asked, watching me with humoured eyes.

I pursed my lips, glancing between her and the painting sheepishly. "I'm not gonna lie, I just like the way the guy painted the clouds in the sky."

She stifled laughter, not wanting to draw attention from passers-by, and nudged me in the shoulder. "You're unbelievable, milaya (darling). We didn't have to come here if you don't like art."

I gave her a knowing look. "Hey, I love art. Especially when it's by a certain Sokovian artist named Wanda Maximoff."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. I grinned at her bashfulness, wanting to tease her but also very true with my words. Her work was my favourite, biased or not, and I still had that amazing portrait she'd done of me in my room back home. It was tucked into one of my drawers where nobody would find it. I didn't want anyone else to look at it since she'd done it for me and it was private... it was a beautiful reminder of the amazing day we'd had.

"You're poking fun, but in all seriousness, I'd actually love for my work to be up here someday," she said softly, looking at the painting before us with hopeful eyes. 

"They wish they were that lucky to score someone as talented as you," I said without skipping a beat.

She cracked a smile, tilting her head in my direction. It was obvious she was losing her patience with me, but I enjoyed watching her lose it. She didn't know what to say, especially when being complimented, and it was endearing to witness.

We remained civil for the remainder of the 'date', refraining from holding hands or gazing at each other longer than friends would, and I was pretty proud of myself for not thinking about kissing her once when we were done.

As we got into the carriage to go back home, the door closed and I was going to ask her how she found it when she moved towards me in an instant, kissing me without question. I raised my hand, caressing her jaw and closing my eyes as she leaned forward, practically on my lap, not that I cared. She sucked on my bottom lip sensually before she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into mine. I almost forgot how to breathe as she did, unprepared for such an intense kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," she revealed when she pulled away.

I flushed at the contact, a dazed smile on my lips. "Huh."

She chuckled as she sat back beside me more 'appropriately'. "Thanks for taking me. I loved it."

I nodded lamely, still trying to recover from our kiss. "I'm– I'm glad."

She smirked playfully, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting back. "You're so cute."

My words still hadn't returned, so all I could do was nod before looking the other way. Her laughter filled the carriage and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect.

After exchanging some more kisses and actually being able to hold hands without prying eyes, we reached Wanda's home and she invited me in for some tea. Sadly, that meant we had to let go of one another, but I think she'd given me enough to remember her by as we parted, and she must have thought the same, judging from the smirk she sent my way.

We sat on the patio outside to have some tea and biscuits, enjoying the sunshine and blue skies, a rare occurrence for England. We were chatting mindlessly when her brother decided to make an appearance, helping himself to a seat between Wanda and I.

"How lovely of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Y/L/N," he said playfully, shooting me a charming smile, before reaching to grab a biscuit. Wanda slapped his hand but he stole one anyway, making her roll her eyes.

"Nice to see you, Pietro," I greeted with amusement, always enjoying his presence.

"And you," he returned, before chowing down his biscuit.

Wanda gave me a fed up look over his shoulder which he was oblivious to, and I tried not to laugh as she clearly wasn't a fan of him interrupting our time.

"So, I caught a glimpse of the wedding invitations," Pietro said, making conversation. He glanced between us with a nod of approval. "They're coming along well."

I hummed in agreement, smile becoming less real when he mentioned the wedding. Wanda didn't acknowledge his words as she fiddled with the handle of her teacup.

"Is your brother behaving, Y/N?" Pietro continued jokingly, looking to me. "I know how many admirers he has, but my sister should be his first priority."

"Oh, Piet...," Wanda breathed out with embarrassment, facepalming.

"Of course he is," I assured her brother with a small smile. "He wouldn't dare try hurting Wanda or he'd have a lot of explaining to do."

There was some playfulness in my voice, but an underlying truth to my words.

"It's sweet how close you've gotten," Pietro noticed, looking between us, before settling his gaze on me. "It's about time Wanda made friends with people who aren't me."

Cue another slap. I chuckled at her sheepish expression, amused by Pietro's antics.

"Anyway," he changed the subject for his sister's sake, "mother has been getting on my very nerve about finding a bride because you decided to get married."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "We both know I didn't decide, Piet."

He sighed over-dramatically. "Well, it's because of your engagement that she's now on my back about it."

"Join the club," I joked, knowing exactly what he meant. "My mum was already on my back about finding a husband, but since this engagement, it's ten times more annoying."

Pietro laughed. "Oh, no. Has she lined up suitors? My parents like to point out every pretty woman they see to me in hopes I'll make a move. It's hardly productive."

"I haven't asked her for fear she'll pull out a folder with all of the eligible bachelors in town," I said, half joking and half serious.

Pietro snickered as Wanda rolled her eyes in the background. She should have been happy I was getting along with her brother. He was actually quite entertaining to be around.

"It's funny you say that because you're one of the women my parents pointed out," he admitted.

"Oh, God, so they're saying the same thing to you?" I asked with a groan, and he nodded regretfully. "Isn't it just the worst?"

"You're a lovely girl, Y/N, don't get me wrong," he began gently, "but I don't like you like that."

I raised my hand for a high five. "Me and you both."

Laughing once again, he returned my high five and I was glad we were on the same page. The amount of people that had been hinting at getting to know Wanda Maximoff's very single brother was getting pretty annoying. It was nice to know he was just as irritated at the insinuation as I was.

"Okay, I should leave you both to it," Pietro concluded, slapping his knees and standing up. Looking to me, he said, "Miss Y/L/N, it was as lovely as ever to make your acquaintance."

I smiled as he winked playfully before looking to his disgruntled sister.

"Dear sister, the pleasure is always mine," he continued to tease, and she slapped him once more, making him dodge her and begin to leave. "Love you, too!" he called before heading back inside.

I laughed at his silliness and relaxed in my seat, looking back to Wanda. She didn't seem half as amused as I was as she drummed her fingers on the table and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"I may be mistaken, love, but it looks like you're jealous," I poked fun at her.

She rolled her eyes and her jaw tensed before she finally looked to me, expression softening. "Can you blame me?" she asked quietly. "You're both single. You're both similar age. Everybody talks."

I shrugged nonchalantly, having a sip of my tea. "True... but I've got my eye on another Maximoff anyway."

She sighed, small smile creeping on her lips. Subtly moving my chair closer to hers, I grabbed her hand under the table and squeezed. My thumb stroked her hand softly as I leaned on the palm of my hand on the table.

"You look really beautiful today," I admitted in a hushed voice. "I should have told you earlier."

She, too, leaned into the palm of her hand as she watched me with an enchanting gaze. "So do you, milaya (darling)."

Unable to resist, I glanced around quickly before kissing her cheek and pulling away. Letting go of her hand, I busied myself with the tea and biscuits again.

"Biscuit?" I offered her, and she began to laugh at my attempt at acting casual.

Playing along, she accepted the biscuit from my hand. But a knowing smile was on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

—

Being with Wanda was a luxury in itself, even if we had to keep it private.

To everybody else, we were merely two women about to become family who happened to create a bond that was close. But we both knew what it really was and weren't eager to say it. Because saying it made it true and that meant that what we were doing became realer than it was in our daydreams and hidden moments.

I did find myself wracked with guilt sometimes – particularly the times when Y/B/N would gush about how excited he was to marry her. Wanda was technically cheating on him with me, his sister, but that fact was something that was still blurry to me.

We had no choice but to lie and be secretive. In a world like this, where we would never be able to be together like we wanted to, all we had was secrecy and deception. Did that still make us bad people?

I tried not to think about what would happen when she actually married my brother. The future was something I was adamant on pushing to the back of my mind because I knew what it would hold and I just wanted to enjoy the time I had with her. Convincing myself that what we had wasn't serious, just a heat of the moment relationship maybe, made things easier to accept. But really, I knew that whenever she looked my way with her signature smile and dazzling eyes, it was way more than I envisioned. She was way more.

So, trying not to be dragged down with the weight of reality, I vowed to myself to only focus on the now. Focus on the moments I shared with her whilst we could. Anything beyond that and I'd surely snap.

"Medovyy (honey), the Y/L/Ns are here!" Iryna called behind her, before looking to my family and I as we stood at her front door. "Please, all of you, come in!"

She ushered us into the main hall before closing the door after us. Perfectly timed, the rest of her family left the living room and came to greet us.

Automatically, my eyes found Wanda's and she was already looking my way, her dimple making a show as she attempted to reign in an excited smile. I did the same, trying to ignore the way my heart stirred upon seeing her.

Oleg and Iryna welcomed my parents and then me, kind expressions accompanying genuine greetings. In the corner of my eye, I saw Pietro shaking Y/B/N's hand before Wanda took his place, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Y/B/N. It wasn't jealousy that I felt whenever they were together, at least not entirely – they were to be married, what more could I expect? – but it wasn't anything pleasant either.

"Ah, my favourite Y/L/N," Pietro beamed upon shaking my hand, making my lips twitch upwards. "You excited for dinner? We're having salmon."

"Ecstatic, Pietro," I answered with a playful eye roll. "All I've been thinking all day."

He chuckled at my sarcasm before letting go of my hand and moving over to greet my parents. Wanda was next, her shoulders relaxing when she stepped before me with a soft smile present on her lips.

"It's good to see you," she said, but her eyes said much more than that. "How have you been?"

Exchanging a friendly-looking hug, my body was warm where she pressed against me. Touching her always sent a rush of emotion through me and I looked forward to it every time.

"I've been good," I answered aloud, before whispering into her ear, "Better now."

She squeezed my waist inconspicuously in response before letting go. "That's good. You know, we've got time before dinner and I wanted to show you the painting I've been working on lately. Wanna see?"

I glanced at my parents and hers for permission, knowing they'd heard her question.

"Just try not to take too long since dinner will be on the table soon," Iryna said with a nod. "It's so good to see you girls getting along."

Breathing out slightly, I smiled gratefully before letting Wanda intertwine our fingers and drag me up the staircase. She led me past several doors before we finally reached hers and she tugged me inside.

As soon as the door closed, she was quick to connect our lips in a heated, desperate kiss. I relaxed against her instantly, my hands falling to her side and pulling her closer. Her fingernails gently scratched the sensitive skin behind my neck, giving me goosebumps, and I let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling.

When we pulled away for a breath, her nose brushed against mine and she pressed a final kiss to my lips, slower and more tasteful compared to the first, before smiling at me.

"I missed you," she said, as if reading my mind.

A breathy laugh escaped my lips. "It's only been a week since we last saw each other, love."

She shrugged, arms laced around my neck. "A week too long."

Raising a brow judgementally, I gave her a knowing look. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest as her half-lidded eyes met mine with a confident smirk.

"Did you just pull me up here to have a quick snog?" I teased her.

"Well, yes," she said, making me laugh again, before adding, "And I wanted to ask you if you'll go to the park with me tomorrow. A picnic. If you want."

She bit her lip anxiously, eyes darting elsewhere as she waited for an answer. I always found it amusing how she could be so confident one second and then so innocently adorable the next.

"Wanda, I'd love to." My thumb rubbed circles on her waist as I kept ahold of her. "I hear it's supposed to be nice weather tomorrow, too."

She pursed her lips. "Even if it rained, I'd still drag you to the park with me."

"Somehow, I feel like that's true," I countered with a ghost of a smile on my lips. She tried to hide her own smile and I continued, "Was there an actual painting you wanted to show me or...?"

Breathing out with amusement, she intertwined our fingers and pulled me to the back of her room where her 'studio' was. Since the last time I'd visited, there were plenty of new additions to her work, all as wonderful as the next.

"This one is from the beach at Blackpool," she said, stopping before a medium-sized canvas depicting the horizon. "When we sat on the bench. Just before I kissed you."

My heart fluttered at the memory and I studied the canvas, recalling it looked similar to her watercolour painting of the same view. She'd done a spectacular replica in oil paints, reminiscent of the trip we took.

"You should already know what I'm going to say," I said, looking to her knowingly. "But just so you can hear it again, I absolutely love this. You're so talented."

She rolled her eyes to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you... and again, thank you for taking me. Seeing an actual water source upfront really helped me refine my paintings. It feels so much more real now."

I looked back to the painting, noticing what she meant. Either way, I loved both versions of her work, before and after going to the beach.

"You did good, love."

She squeezed my hand gently before sighing quietly with realisation. "We should probably go back down."

"We should," I agreed, glancing at her. "Thanks for showing me these."

She cracked a smile, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. "Always."

Reluctantly, the two of us returned downstairs and joined the others as they were settling at the dining table. Wanda and I sat side by side, and this time when her fingers brushed mine, I made no move to pull away.

The meal was good, but as usual, I found myself zoning out. The conversation made its rounds, falling to me as the Maximoffs wanted to know how I was doing, then moved on, giving me chance to focus on eating my dinner and getting through the evening. I knew that at one point, everybody was talking about some play that was showing in the theatres.

Bits of the conversation were going in one ear and out the other and I was minding my own business until Wanda's bare foot rubbed against my leg under the table. The sensation of her skin against mine made my knee bounce up and hit the table with surprise, earning everyone's attention.

"Are you okay, dear?" Oleg asked, noticing my discomfort.

I cleared my throat, straightening up and ignoring the stifled smile Wanda had in my peripheral vision.

"I'm good, sorry about that," I apologised awkwardly, shivering when she dragged her foot back down my leg. "You were talking about the play, right?"

That seemed to distract them, as they leapt right back into conversation, giving me a chance to breathe out with relief. I looked to Wanda, watching her lean on her palm and hide a smirk as she stared at me with mischievous eyes.

Glaring and nudging her in the arm subtly, I looked back to my food, but she didn't move her foot, nor her hand. Both brushed my against me, starting a fire on my skin and making me swallow hard. She kept like that for the whole evening, making my head dizzy and leaving me at a loss for words.

And when I looked her way, she was already staring, definitely knowing the effect she had on me.

—

"I just need to find my shoes and we can go," I told Wanda the next morning, before our date at the park.

She'd come to pick me up at my house and was hanging around my room as I finished getting ready. From her place at my desk, she hummed in acknowledgment before distracting herself with my notebooks.

"I see you're making great use of the notebook I picked out for you," she commented, and I glanced towards her mid-search for my shoes, seeing she was flicking through the already-filled book.

"I have a lot of ideas, what can I say?" I joked, before looking under the pile of clothes near my wardrobe.

She chuckled, before falling quiet again. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing until she spoke up after a few minutes.

"Y/N, your writing is beautiful," she said, making me look her way to see an amazed smile on her lips. "I didn't know you could write like this. I mean– I should have because you helped write that letter Y/B/N gave to me, but this..."

I shrugged awkwardly, distracting myself with my search again. "It's okay, I guess."

She exhaled mockingly. "Okay? Y/N, this is miles better than okay. Why didn't you show me this sooner?"

I smiled satisfactorily as I finally located my shoes. Grabbing them, I approached Wanda and took a seat on the edge of my bed, opposite her seat at my desk.

"Because it'll never be anything more than what you're looking at?" I said rhetorically. "It'll only ever be words confined to pages that nobody will see?"

She gave me a knowing look. "I think you forget that my brother is a publisher, dorogoy (dear)."

"And I think you forget that he is the publisher to my brother, dear," I retorted playfully.

She sighed, shaking her head and putting the notebook back on my desk. "You know Pietro would love this, right? He'd sign you in a heartbeat."

I snickered at the ludicrous thought. "Wanda, you're a little biased, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Writers write for audiences. I am an audience. I consume literature. And I'm telling you that it's not just me who would read what you have to write."

I tried not to laugh as I pulled my shoes onto my feet.

"Are you really telling me that you'd never want to get published?" she asked with a raised brow.

My heart ached at the thought of such a fantasy. "Of course I would, Wanda." I met her eyes, which were already peering across from me patiently. "I've dreamed of that. But it's just not what's to happen. My family have told me that many times. In another lifetime, maybe."

She pursed her lips, studying me thoughtfully. I offered her a smile and stood up, holding out my hand.

"Forget that," I told her. "I believe you promised me a picnic."

Thankfully, she dropped the subject and accepted my hand, letting me pull her up. The topic wasn't brought up again and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We went to the park like she wanted and she brought a picnic basket with her, having packed a lovely variety of finger foods and snacks.

As she was unpacking the food onto the blanket, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know, now that we're finally alone, I can say how unfair it was of you to do what you did last night."

She played dumb, shrugging, focusing on neatening up the sandwiches on a plate. "I don't know what you mean, milaya (darling)."

"Huh. Sure you don't."

Giggles flew from her lips as she glanced at me through her eyelashes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just love seeing you squirm. You get all tense and it's so cute."

I pursed my lips. "I figured. You've been watching me squirm since we met."

She grinned knowingly before straightening up. "Okay, I made sandwiches and there's also some coleslaw, fruit, cheese... I made some Sokovian dishes, too, if you want to try them. Okroshka – it's like a cold soup. Then there's this olivye salad. It's... well, salad."

I smiled at the thought she put into it all and grabbed her hand between us. We'd set the picnic out behind a tree so we wouldn't have curious eyes watching us. It didn't look like we were overtly hiding, but we still got our privacy, too.

"It all looks great, Wanda," I said with appreciation. "I can't wait to try it."

She squeezed my hand in response before letting go to grab some paper plates. After popping a strawberry in her mouth, she asked, "Do you just want a bit of everything?"

I leaned on the back of my hands as I hummed a 'yes'. She began to put me some food in and I watched her, admiring the sight.

Her hair was half-pulled back today, falling in waves down her back and exposing her perfectly sculpted jawline. Everything about her was perfect – the way she moved was elegant and graceful, even when her hair fell over her shoulder and in her way; she simply moved it back with a flick of her hand and resumed what she was doing. The sun caught her immaculately, her hair glowing bright under the light and her eyes magnificently green as they focused.

As always, she took my breath away.

"Here," she said, holding out the plate towards me and pulling me from my reverie.

I accepted the plate and fork, returning her smile, before she watching as she began to make another plate for herself.

"You sure this is fancy enough for you?" I asked jokingly, stabbing my fork into a carrot. "I heard you and my brother went to a very luxurious restaurant the other night."

She met my eyes, holding amusement in her own. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya (darling)."

I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes. "I'm not jealous, I just– it's so annoying listening to him talk about how beautiful you are or how funny you are or how kind you are."

"Oh, so you don't think I'm any of those things?" she teased, trying to get a rise out of me.

I titled my head towards her. "Of course I know you're all those things. But it doesn't mean I like hearing him talk about it constantly..."

Clearly amused, she erupted into laughter and I felt my face heating up with embarrassment. I know it sounded like I was whining, but it was true. Sometimes, I wasn't envious of my brother but rather at the fact that he could actually take Wanda out properly. He could be seen with her in public and hold her hand without fear of getting looks or disowned. He had the privilege of being with her and it wasn't fair.

"You may hear him talk about it, but there's one thing I can assure you that you get that he doesn't," she said when recovering from her laughter.

I stared at her with an exasperated sigh. "And what's that?"

She smiled confidently, glancing around quickly, before leaning forward and kissing me softly. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, leaving me desiring more.

Licking my lips, I couldn't tear my eyes from hers. "You know, you're a really good kisser."

She chuckled at my reaction and I found myself leaning in again, entranced by the way she tasted. Putting my plate to the side, I raised a hand to pull her closer, getting better access to her mouth.

She tasted sweet like the strawberry she'd just eaten and I swiped my tongue across her lip, indicating I wanted her to part her them. She did, allowing me to slip my tongue in and wrestle with hers, revelling in the way she tasted. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as she let out a moan, it reverberating in my mouth and giving me goosebumps.

When lack of oxygen became an issue, she pulled away breathlessly, flushed cheeks adorned with a smile.

"As lovely as that was, I actually want to eat what I made," she ridiculed playfully.

"Yes, we will," I assured her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. My thumb touched her lips, outlining them tenderly, subconsciously committing them to memory. "We'll get back to it."

She wanted to laugh, but I moved forward and caught her bottom lip between mine, unable to stay away. It was wrong, the rush I felt in my gut and the warmth that spread all over my body and the tingles that travelled down my spine. Because I knew what it all meant, but admitting it was a different story. So, I didn't.

I just continued to kiss the girl before me, knowing I could have kissed her forever and not regretted a single thing.

[marlinspirkhall]

Your post on dyslexia is so interesting and informative. I used to teach kids with dyslexia, so wanted to know if you received any services in school. If you did, what seemed to help the most. Thanks! From a fellow spirk fan

I'm trying really hard to keep this short and relevant, but to be blunt, I'm not sure anything helped. Any help I received was usually incidental. We did a ton of things which are supposed to help teachers spot learning difficulties in kids- word searches come to mind (I couldn't do them at all when I was a kid)- but for whatever reason it never got spotted. I was always behind on my maths and concerns were never raised about it. It was super weird, but apparently my primary school had a bad reputation when it came to teaching maths anyway, so I guess it makes sense in retrospect.

I think what would have been most helpful when I was very young was not being traumatized by my teachers when I was 5 (to the point where I was terrified to get a maths question wrong. I'm sure too many people can relate to that).

I can remember two separate teachers calling me stupid when I was 6 (I think one of them called me stupid and another one yelled at me for blurting the (correct) answer out in maths class. (I had my hand up but she wasn't picking me and I could tell from her gaze she was going to pick one of the kids who always answered correctly in class, and I was just excited to finally have a correct answer). It feels so petty to bring it up almost 2 decades later, but idk man, it's also a petty thing to get annoyed at a literal child* for /lh).

*I couldn't even hit her with an “Ummm I am literally neurodivergent and a minor?”, because unfortunately it was 2005 and that phrase hadn't been invented yet.

It occured to me recently that I did receive a couple of instances of extra support in primary school, though for some reason it was only when I was 10 and was about to move up to middle school anyway.

The first instance was a group of 6 of us who were all given extra math tutoring before our SATS exams. After our SATS I was taken out of lessons to have one-on-one maths lessons with a student teacher. This was 13 years ago so I only remember it vaguely, but I think she was scheduled in once a week for about 6 weeks for half an hour at a time, and I'm pretty sure we spent the last 5 weeks finishing off a short story with a friend I'd started in English lessons, being supervised by the teacher the whole time.

I was tested for dyslexia as a 5 year old on my mum's request, but we didn't know I had it until 12 years later when I did another in-school test when I was 17. I've heard people mention this happening to other neurodivergent people, too (especially ADHD and autistic people)

I know when I was first learning to read my teachers provided me with "view-finders" or windowfinders (pieces of cardboard with small windows cut into them) so I could focus on individual words. When I was eventually diagnosed by the learning support at my high school, they did something similar and had me try out various pieces of cellophane to lay over the page so I could read it better.

The ironic thing is, I'd considered going to the learning support room years earlier, when I first got to high school, but I couldn't find it. Which makes sense in retrospect, because I'm not the best with directions, I just find it extremely ironic, because there were regular announcements that "the learning support room is always open. You can find it behind the lifts** on the ground floor", but every time I walked past the lifts, I thought there was a blank wall behind it. Turns out (as I only learned because the learning support teacher met me in music class one day and led me there herself) there's a very narrow corridor beside the lift, and you can only see the doorway once you're inside it.

**(elevators)

TL;DR, I could have been diagnosed with dyslexia much sooner but the teacher I had when I was 5 was hostile, and by the time I'd begun to suspect I had learning difficulties, dyslexia/inattention/executive functioning prevented me from finding my way to get help 🥹 but overall school was okay, the rest of my teachers were supportive! I remember when I was 14 & 15, I really appreciated my chemistry teacher. He used to write with yellow on a dark blue background (and a sans serif font) because he said he'd read that it was easier to read for dyslexic people.

I could rant for days about how the school system in general is broken and learning support is only slapping a bandaid on an industry which is built on institutional ableism (and every other ism too), but ultimately as long as kids make it out of school alive and maybe a little enthusiastic, you've done your job as a teacher.

[mrs-tsunderemeitantei]

DISCLAIMER: HUGE, LONG RANT AHEAD!

ALSO SPOILERS IN CASE YOU'RE NOT UP TO DATE WITH THE MANGA OR WITH ZERO THE ENFORCER!

Soo in case you missed it, Gosho released the SDB Justice Plus some time last month:

The biggest shocker was the answer to Question number 4, shown below:

Basically this translates to:

Q4: On the Mystery Train, he (Amuro) said to Miyano Shiho that “My comrades who are tracking us have made arrangements in order to retrieve you”, but were those comrades from PSB? If that’s the case, I’m curious about how he planned to deceive Vermouth...!

A: Those were comrades from the Black Organization, so there was no need to deceive them.

Ummmm...what??

Idk about y'all but when I read this, I was livid. It didn’t make any sense to me. And quite frankly, I didn't want it to. Maybe because I am one of those (very rare) people who thought Rei and Shiho could eventually end up together (Don't laugh, it would have made sense, and I'll write about that in a separate post).

Anywho, safe to say Gosho's latest confession left me in absolute confusion. Like why? Just why? Then I realised I'm more butt-hurt about this because I was fixated on a certain idea of Rei's character and chose to ignore his other sides, as if they didn't exist. It didn't help that his past is so freaking depressing which got me sympathizing with his character and led me to either ignore or make excuses for any red flags.

But now that I think about it, it sadly makes sense. It also explains why he didn't show any sadness or regret when he saw Shiho supposedly ‘die’ in the luggage cart in the Bell Tree Train Arc.

Now to let me wrap my head around this, I needed to breakdown his three "faces":

1. Amuro Tooru is a cheerful, friendly, generous, carefree, outgoing man.

2. Furuya Rei is a serious, law-abiding, calculating, patriotic police officer who is willing to die for Japan's security.

3. And Bourbon is a devious, manipulative, cunning, deadly agent.

Yet, ever since we found out he was in fact an NPA agent, we (or at least I), seem to have forgotten about those dark sides he possesses. Also with Zero's tea time showing us a softer side of his character it was easy to get caught up in "he's 100% one of the god guys" when in fact, he's a complex, grey character. 

He has shown on multiple occasions, just how far he is willing to go, to achieve whatever goal he’s set his mind on. Let's not forget how in Zero the Enforcer, he completely flipped the switch. (I know this isn't Canon but...) The man went as far as to create a suspect and jail the innocent Mori Kogoro so he can legally investigate the case and emotionally manipulate Conan into unkowningly help with the investigation.

Also, in the Detective Nocturne’s case he deliberately didn’t tell Ran as soon as he noticed Conan might have been kidnapped by the criminal because he hadn’t finished investigating the apartment.

And in the Scarlet Arc, he was willing to harm Jodie's teacher friend, so he can lure out the FBI and advance his investigation on Akai’s death. Let’s not forget once he figured out the truth, he was willing to expose Akai’s fake death (which I get it he's out for revenge), but by doing so, he would have also gotten Kir killed (even though I'm pretty sure he knew at that point, she was in fact a NOC).

As we can see, be it Bourbon, Furuya Rei or  Amuro Toru, he will stop at nothing to reach his goals, even if it means throwing innocent people under the bus. So, now when Gosho says his "partners" were in fact BO members and not the PSB, I'm no longer surprised.

I mean, why wouldn’t he sell Shiho back to the organisation? Because he knew she was Sensei’s daughter, and that should have meant something to him? Alright, let’s talk about that.

Did he love Shiho’s mum? Yes, he did, there’s no doubt about that (one of the reasons he joined the joined the police in the first place was to find her, so you can't convince me otherwise).

But what if he loved Japan even more? (It's not canon, but he did say in Zero the Enforcer that the safety of this country matters most to him, even if it means he’d end up paying with his own life).

So, I'm going to take a wild guess as to how he could have felt when he found out the woman he loved as his own mother, willingly joined the deadly organisation that threatened the safety of his country. Based on his memories, he remembered her encouraging her husband to join the Carasuma group.

So, if through his investigations, he was able to realise she is the same woman from his childhood, I’m pretty sure he would have been very disappointed.  I’m not sure the extent of his knowledge about the drug, but if he also found out their research created the poisonous APTX-4869, I reckon it would be more reason for him to be upset.

Now let's talk about Haibara/Shiho. To any outsider who's unaware of the truth of her past, she is a woman born into the organisation, then was groomed and taught from a young age by the syndicate and promoted to take on their research. A research that produced a poisonous drug, just like her parents did. Also, she only ran away after the organisation killed her sister. Before that, she was a high-ranking member. With all these facts, why would he think of her as anything but a criminal just like the rest of the BO members? It’d be rather foolish for him to not hand her back to the organisation just because she is the daughter of the woman he once thought so highly of. If anything, he’d be killing two birds with one stone, by executing a criminal, while also gaining higher standing in the organisation.

As fans of Haibara, we are rightfully upset by his intentions of returning her to the organisation because we know her truth. He doesn't. It wasn't until we learnt more about her painful past and kind and caring nature that we grew to love her. We know she never wanted to create a poisonous drug. That she already hated the organisation for using the drug as a poison. That she had to develop the drug to protect Akemi’s life.

There is no way Rei would have known about any of the bullying she or her family faced from the BO. By nature, Shiho is very secretive and reserved and very little of her personality or history would have been known by any of the BO members (except maybe Gin). Therefore, apart from the files the BO would have kept on Shiho and her role in the organisation, that’s all Rei had to learn about her. So, I can’t really blame him for choosing to hand her back to the organisation.

Some people who are still in denial, argue that if he planned to kill Shiho, why was he willing to kill whom he thought was Vermouth instead of handing her over?

Shouldn’t that prove he was going to take Shiho to safety to the PSB, not the BO? Before Gosho's statement, I would have agreed but now...sigh. Now, I get why he did that. If Shiho were to die BEFORE she was returned to the organisation, he wouldn’t have gained the trust he was seeking. If she were to die AFTER he delivered her, I highly doubt it would have mattered to him. Although I'm still hoping he maybe he had a plan of not leaving her in the organisation's clutches after "handing her back" and he never truly intended on getting her killed. But since Gosho also said there was no need to deceive Vermouth, I highly doubt it. (Heart breaking).

After such an explanation, does everything make more sense now? Maybe. Am I ok with it? Hell no! I’m quite angry and annoyed that this is how things turned out to be, but it is what it is. We have to accept that Rei is not a good character, and he's not a bad character. He's a grey character and when you think of it that way, it's easier to understand his behaviour. Not that I agree with it. After Gosho's statement, I think pretty sure Rei is in dire need of some character development. He could stand to learn a thing or two from Conan who manages to reach his goals while preserving as many lives as possible (Akai's fake death being the burst example while managing to drive Kir back to the BO).

For now, I’m looking forward to the developments that will entail. I’m curious to see how Rei and Haibara will react once they eventually meet each other. It'll be interesting to see what will go through his mind once he figures out her true identity. One thing I'm sure of is once they're introduced to each other, emotions will be running high and things will get intense. Which honestly, I can't wait for and I'm counting down the days till I get a proper Amuro/Haibara interaction.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Unraveling Over the Holidays

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Implied Pandemic world we live in

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Inspired by the need to write more Henry and Nell, along with Henry’s latest IG post and here we have it. 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Almost have it, Wild Boy.” Henry announced looking into the abyss of the computer they were attempting to build.  This was their second this year, a true feat. Rarely did Henry and Ivan get the time to break down and rebuild their own systems. It was a welcome hobby, keeping them busy when there wasn't much else to do these days.

They had been working away on the project since breakfast. Frustrated mumbling and grunting seemed to be the only sounds coming from the other room. Nell listened, checking in on them from time to time, waiting for them to finish. Today was the day they were going to finally trim their Christmas tree. After days of waiting, it would finally be a sight to behold. Or as much a sight to behold as they could manage. All in all Nell felt that she decorated a pretty damn fine looking tree.

It was shortly after lunch, when Nell began to get annoyed. When she'd brought in a plate of sandwiches and asked her husband and son if they would be done soon, both had told her that they needed ten more minutes. Three hours and one boasting Instagram photo later...

“Dad, I think I have this backwards.” Ivan furrowed his brow staring at the piece that he was attempting to put in.

“Let me look.” Henry moved to take a closer inspection.

Not wanting the break anything, risking a costly repair. Ivan was learning fast and enjoyed working with his hands. More than that, he really enjoyed the uninterrupted time with his dad. “Not backwards, but the next slot over.” Instructing his son how to put the piece in properly.

Neither of them seeming to notice or care that Nell had drug out their boxes of Christmas decorations. Outside, she and Henry had strung lights in a few bushes and around their garden early in the month. Wanting to get it done in case they got an unexpected cold or worse. Inside Nell had put up her favourite battery operated candles, the old fashioned looking ones that stood in the windows. Every window in the farm house had a candle display. The kitchen had lights and a few decorations, the sitting room, the office, and even the bathrooms were ready.

All they needed was to get the tree decorated. Presents under a naked tree was plain wrong.

“Henry, Ivan.” Nell tapped her foot on the floor, her arms folded across her chest. Huffing at the two of them. She should have known better than to let them tear apart that damn computer this morning.

“I think she saw.” Ivan wasn't doing a very good job at whispering, his mother could hear him on the other side of the room. Nell rolled her eyes. Of course she had saw the photo, over 3,000 people had saw that photo and it had only taken five minutes.

“What is it, darling?” Henry leaned back in his chair, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. Smiling sweetly, his usual trick when he wanted to attempt getting out of something.

“Tree.” She gestured to the tree behind her.

“What about it? Is it too dry? Ivan, didn't I ask you to water that this morning?” Shaking his head, Henry glanced at his son.

“I did, dad.” Ivan huffed, holding the light at the perfect angle to see inside the box.

“Guys, can we please decorate this tree? It's been here since Sunday.”

“We'll get to it.”

“When? It's already Friday. Henry, we have had this in here for nearly a week. A naked, boring, lackluster tree.” Lecturing, Nell rubbed her temples, “Christmas is in a week! A week! This is the latest we have ever left the tree.”

Setting down his manual, Henry pushed his chair away from the desk, standing to observe the tree. He hadn't thought it was that big of a deal, they had gone last week and picked out the tree, Henry wasn't sure that this would be the final spot for the Christmas icon. Something Nell would assume was an excuse.

He should have taken the photo from the other side, oops. Had he not mentioned the bare tree to the world, his wife likely wouldn't have been making such a deal about it. Until now, Nell had been avoiding it as much as him and Ivan.

“Do you want to do it today?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her head. “The wild boy and I are more than happy to let you take over.”

If she wanted to decorate the tree, by herself, it would have been done hours ago.

“Nice try, but this was to be a family activity.” Nell furrowed her brow, huffing. “Why can't you stop fiddling with that damn box for twenty minutes?”

“I love you, Mrs. Cavill.” He knew exactly how to win this battle.

“Not working.”

“Worth a try,” Henry shrugged giving her a kiss on the cheek. Squeezing his arms tighter around his wife, he groaned. Caving to her whim. “I'm going to make us some cocoa, then we can get this tree decorated. Wild boy, help your mum get the decorations out, please.”

“Uh, no.” Shaking her head, Nell escaped his clutches. “I am going to make the cocoa,” gently tapping the tip of Henry's nose she grinned, “You and Ivan can untangle the lights. I have been asking you all week, get to work.”

Laying on the floor by the tree, Kal boofed and yawned. He had heard her asking multiple times over the week, but what could be do about it? Stretching, he stood cautiously to keep his wagging tail from smashing the tree. Nell really hated picking pieces of Christmas tree from his fur. Following her to the kitchen, he hurried when her steps approached the treat cupboard.

“You'd help me, wouldn't you bear?” Spotting her shadow, Nell smiled, tossing him a biscuit. “Honestly, those two are more and more difficult every year. I feel like I'm raising two children sometimes.”

Oh lovely, here she was, in the middle of the kitchen talking to the dog. Whatever, at least Kal would listen to her gripe. Pulling down a mug and two tumbler glasses, Nell set the kettle to boil and then picked up the bottle of Johnnie Walker that had appeared on the counter a few days ago. Likely a gift from someone.

One candy cane hot cocoa and two whiskey and rosemary sours, at the ready. In the other room, Nell could hear Ivan and Henry singing along to I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Loudly Ivan belted out the line about the hippo being a vegetarian, Henry swaying back and forth as he laughed and unraveled the lights. To Nell's credit, when she had put away their Christmas decorations the previous year, she had done a much nicer job than Henry.

“Looking good, gentlemen.” Complimenting their work, Nell smiled handing Ivan the cocoa. “Yours is on the tray,” she kissed Henry's cheek. “I decided to make use of the Johnnie Walker.” She winked.

Taking his drink, Henry smiled. “It's your bottle,”

“Mine? Did you buy it?” Nell sat on the floor beside Ivan, working at picking out more decorations.

“No, it came the other day. Some guy dropped it off, did you not read the card?” Henry laughed, joining his family on the floor. Nell shook her head. “Hold on,” He stood back up, groaning a little.

“Mum,” Ivan spoke pulling out another bundle of lights, “when the tree is done, can I watch a movie?”

“You don't want to help dad finish with the computer?” Sorting the other items in the box, Nell sat back on her heels reaching for her drink.

“I guess, but I think I'd like to watch a movie with you. If you have time.”

“For you, wild boy, I have all the time in the world.” Nell leaned over giving him a kiss on the head. Wrinkling his nose, Ivan brushed his hand over his dark curls, resetting them the way he liked them. “Which movie did you want to watch?”

“I don't know, we can find one.” Ivan worked away at the strand of lights, getting them ready to go on the tree, when Henry came back in. His mother wasn't tall enough to read the top, which meant his dad would have to start the lights.

Decorating the tree with his parents, the three of them, felt a little odd. For as long as Ivan could remember there was always a huge production to decorating their tree. This year was quiet, like most things throughout the year. They would be video calling family over Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning, instead of having them there in person. They were supposed to spend Christmas with the Stewart family this year, as sad as Ivan was to miss his trip he understood.

“Here you are,” Henry waved the small card around, crossing the floor to hand it to Nell.

One the outside was a fancy script, containing her name in gold lettering. Opening the small card, the kind one gets with a delivery of flowers, she admired the generic looking winter scene.

“To Nelly & Superman, Merry Xmas. May 2021 be better than whatever dumpster fire this is,” she read out loud, chuckling at the sentiment. “Love always, JPS. It's from Jordan.”

“How lovely, didn't he send one last year as well?”

“He did, but he sent that really nice Riesling.” Nell confirmed. Since Jordan hadn't been able to make it for the wedding, he'd sent the gift instead. “Along with the Ardbeg, for our wedding present.”

Henry nodded, he remembered drinking both vividly. Although he didn't get much of the Ardbeg, because Nell had deemed it off limits to anybody who wasn't her. Past and present gifts sorted and settled, Henry stood up with the first string of lights in hand. “I think it's time we get these on, what about you?”

“About time.” Sticking out her tongue, Nell pulled out the tinsel and a box of ornaments. “Gosh, Cavill, you have been taking forever.”

“Can't rush perfection, my darling.” Henry smirked, attaching the first string of soft white lights to the stout tree in the corner.

“Is that why we took so long?” Ivan teased helping his mother carefully lift ornaments from boxes.

“Of course.” Henry nodded, excusing his procrastination.  “You know, I do love this tree.”

“It is a lovely tree. It's the perfect size.” Nell agreed with her husband. “I'm glad that we didn't go with a monstrous tree this year.”

Henry and Ivan had a habit of going for the biggest tree in the lot. This year, Nell had put her foot down, demanding that they pick something reasonable.

“I thought you liked a big, thick one.” Snorting, Henry paused to watch Nell's reaction.

“You, stop.” She wagged her finger at him. “Wild boy, can you go over to that blue storage bin and get the crystal star, please?”

The tree topper had been a gift from Henry's parents, the first year she and Henry had “unofficially” lived together. Nell had used it every year since, upon Henry's insistence that she kept it. Their first Christmas married, last year, his mother had wanted to gift them a new one. Politely Nell had declined, saying that she loved the one they had. Although, she was more than happy to accept the matching ornament set that went with it, as a late Wedding present.

“I love this star,” Taking the carefully wrapped box from Ivan; Nell placed it safely out of the way of Kal and Cavills.

“Lights are on.” Henry happily announced, clapping his hands together. “What's next?”

“Tinsel and bows.” Ivan sprung up with a card of tinsel, waving it wildly at his father. “Can I help?”

“What if I put on the tinsel, while you tie on the bows?”

“Deal.” Ivan nodded grabbing the gold and silver bows that Nell had made. They would soon be in need of some new bows. “Mum, momma, mum.” he bounced, “Want to help?”

“Sure, you take the gold and I will take the silver?” Standing to join Ivan and Henry at the tree. Nell took the card of silver bows, carefully tying them on to the boughs of the tree.

Over the next half hour or so, their tree began to come to life. The soft colours adorning the vibrant green really stood out in the otherwise neutral room. Laughing and teasing one another, Henry grabbed Ivan around the waist, spinning him – a safe distance from the tree – while Kal danced around them barking excitedly. Nell watched them with joyful delight, after the year they had endured it was nice to see her husband and son still keeping their happiness.

[muffindaddystyles]

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Where Harry's five years old bubba gets lost in a park while playing hide and seek. You help her to find her daddy.

Warning: Emotional and whole lot of fluff <3

Pastel tutu frock, a lil bucket hat and shoes that makes 'puch.' 'puch.' noises when she waddles with her adorable toddler gait chasing her father.

It's still early in the morning less people more relieved Harry that he could spent some affectionate time with his lovin' little girl of four out in the park, as a single father he dresses her with more fashion indulgment than any mother could.

Cheeky smug He's. Kinda proud of it.

They were playing hide and seek a bit far from their picnic basket ontop of checkered blanket along her toys. She came all the way from their home to car and car to park sitting on her daddy's shoulders.

"Dawwy! That's cheatin'." She stomped her dainty feet into sodden lush grass underneath and Harry grinned booping her button nose just like his's, "cheeky bugger." He watched her in amusement when she caught his slender finger with her chubby ones, pouting cutely at him.

"Kay. lovie' we're gonna play, again." He assured her raising his palms in air taking two steps back at once, "this time no cheatin', promise." She bobbed her head enthusiasticly running to hide behind the nearest largest oak tree as her daddy told her not to go too far from him ever.

Harry was rounding her from other side when too impatient she went to found Harry on other side, "daw'wy!?" Her flight of run like a dove in sky was startled when she found her tall, curly head daddy nowhere in sight.

She toddled further away even though Harry has instructed her never to leave a certain place no matter what, her daddy would find her at the same spot if something happens.

"Bubba? love bug'?" He frowned as his daughter who just hid behind the same bark vanished. Not getting anxious he strided back to their spot but she wasn't there.

She has come so far away in search of her daddy at first she told herself that "she's daddy's big girl." . "she would get back to him and he'd give her alot of kisses." But then she got scared seeing alot of people here and there. Her ending point of bravery was when some little pal hit her with soft ball.

The pool of tears bursted like rainfall from her soft warm eyes, staining her coral chunky cheeks and she rubbed her glossy eyelids with the back of her hand with series of hiccups making her vision more blurry.

You were sitting under a shade reading a copy of Little Women. Eyes flickering when you poked your tongue out to collect some moist on your finger to turn the paper, right then your eyes fell over the cutest fuzz of a lil girlie crying with painful fat tears waddling her way lost towards the pond and with a loud gasp you left everything running towards her before she was too close to it.

"Hey. hey kiddo." You reached at the mean time quickly scooping her up in your arms and she sobbed out loudly, "dawwy!" You stroked her hair as she snoggled her snotty nose and moist face in the crook of your neck.

"Honey are you lost?" You tried to calm her down by rubbing soothing circles at her back and she nodded with incoherent blabbering.

"Lemme me help you, yeah? Do you know your parent's names." You asked her politely taking her back to where you were sitting under the large tree and she pulled her face out murmuring a tiny, "yesh." You beamed at her giving her a thumbs up.

"You're doing so good, darlin'." You tucked her loose curls under her ear and she tells you her father's name, "Hawwy. S'tyles." She doesn't have her way with 's and t's.' sounds so it was 'yles.' coming from her mouth and you had to comprehend it yourself.

"Honey you know his number?" She counts on her fingers as Harry made her learn his phone number in case of any emergency like this but she's so anxious she forgot, silent tears again spilling out from her struggle. "Sh. sh. lovie'. S'okay, you're okay. you're safe with me." You cooes at her softly wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks gently rocking her on your knees.

"B-but. dawwy!" She hiccups badly and you made her sip water, feeling pitiful for the poor bub.

"Bubs we're gonna find your daddy, yeah? you and me together are a whole power puff team!" You again rock her cheerfully standing up with her on your hip. Taking the challenge on yourself to find her daddy in no less time.

On the other hand Harry was loosing his mind. He pulled at his hair anxiously, worry drowning him into deep. Scared for his bubba. She's so little im this huge park. Harry never lets her dodge from under his wings and now he's on verge of getting a panic attack. He should have never came to park. He went from one person to another showing his petal's picture to them hands trembling as he did so.

"Sh-she's fou'. Little pink hat, tutu frock. Chocolate c-curls in specific." He gesticulated voice wavering and with everyone denying he went absolute crazy.

Tears glistening in his eyes and he's feeling as if he'd stop breathing. Putting his hand over where his heart is he took long strides of the whole park which's too big and in the end he fell on his knees with a thud onto grass when he couldn't find his only life, the piece of his heart nowhere. Sobbing loudly that made him bent outwards.

They live near by so he quickly dialed gemma. When she heard him sobbing onto speaker she abruptly stood up scaring Anne too, "Harry what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Harry talk to me." She tried in a calming voice and he stuttered even causing Gemma to lost her breath, "d-dovie. lost her gem. fuckin' lost her. Couldn't find her." She was quick to act not telling Anne and assuring her she would in their car ride.

Harry was falling into his mum's embrace when they rushed to security department where Harry's at as the cops assured him that they'll find his daughter safe and unharmed.

He whimpered soaking her shirt. Whole body shaking, "can't lost her mum, she's the only one I've." She tried to calm him getting rid of her own tears.

"S'been two hours I've been searching her like a mad man. I'll fuckin' die if somethin' happens to her." At this Anne scolded him as gemma hugged him reassuring him. "It's m'fault. All m'fault." His tears and emotions were all where and he blamed himself.

"Shit father. never gonna forgive myself." Anne sighed shakily stroking his head. She has never seen her son crippling to this edge.

"She's fine. We'll find her."

Your back sweaty as the sun shines on you mercilessly while you hurriedly walked with Dove on your hip, her head on your shoulder resting sadly while you fanned her continuously with the paper fan and you breathed hunching a little seeing that some security department's few steps away from you. But, it's the one opposite from where Harry and his family are.

You immediately went to first table not waiting for your breaths to get back to normal, "hi. This's Dove Styles. Four. Lost." You informed them and they made you sit at the bench.

She was getting all tired and limpy from the crying. So you took her in your lap tucking her head under your armpit, "daddy's soon gonna come okay dove darlin'? Then he's gonna collect you fuzz baby in his arms." You took out a box of juice from your backpack tapping the straw against her rosy lips and you took in her features thinking how beautiful her daddy must be to her be this cute.

Even though her daddy has sternly taught her never to accept things from strangers but the poor babe's so exhausted she did.

Some cop came cop telling you they've found her daddy that he's at the other security building but you shook your head stubbornly squeezing her near to your chest. Because well you don't trust anybody not even the cops, most importantly not when it's a child.

"Tell her daddy to come take his child from here." The cop grunts at you. "Annoying lady." but you ignored him checking on dove cleaning her hands that were sticky from her drinking juice like how toddlers do.

You were hot on your feet when three panicked figures came rushing inside Dove on your hip and you asked her, "is that your da—" but you were cut off from her yearning cry.

"Dawwy!" It was like sky and ground meeting as Dove latched into Harry's arms, he was too ripped to shreds and with a loud whimper he feel stingingly onto tiled floor firm grip around his dovie's neck, forearm wrapped around her little body protectively. He clutched onto her for dear life, sponging endless kisses to her visible skin.

"Thought I lost ye' bubba...really thought–" He said in between wet kisses his tears smudging her cheeks and the duo's reunion infront of you made you sentimental too. "Never scare daddy like this dove. m'heart stopped." She muttered a 'sowwy.' At his anxious rambling.

"Forgive me, dovie. Daddy's bad." She shook her head. The four year old's too soft from heart to know what emotions are scowling at her daddy with her chubby palms pushing into his cheeks, "no dada." You smiled at her when she glanced back at you.

"Y/n helped mew. She say we were power puff girls." You chuckled that she still remembers ruffling her hair, "see? Told ya daddy was gonna find you." Harry rubs his nose wiping his tears standing up.

"Thank you so much, can't thank you enough." You found his voice so mellow even after hoarseness, "s'okay. She's safe that all matters." Anne and gem nodded while talking to Dove in baby voices telling her how worried they all got.

You were walking outside while talking to Harry, "and thank ye' fo' not trusting anybody you know...and no' lettin' her go." You assured him shaking his hand.

"No problem." You leaned down a little kissing her cheek, "and dove honey never go near to ponds, yeah?" She said a lil 'okie." wrapping herself tight around her father.

"Oh my god, dovie?" He asked her horrid at what could happen taking her chin but you quickly rambled not wanting to make him feel more panicked and anxious.

"She was crying and in haze that's why, she's okay now Mr. Styles."

"I owe you y/n. And please just call me, Harry." You nodded sheepishly now. Muttering a what the hell you fool at yourself and gemma quipped.

"Yes. Please have lunch with us?"

"Pwease?" You laughed out aloud at dove's innocent pleading deciding to let your English class go and bobbing your head at which Harry grinned, "perfect."

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[geek-gem]

Let's talk about Hilda's dad

As you've seen from my latest posts. I've made stuff concerning Hilda's dad and I've mentioned him before. But now I'm speaking more about him. Especially after finding out he does exist in canon.

Many minutes ago or so I got a message from someone by the name of @smol-maru55 who I was nervous to speak to because I worried I might of bothered people with my posts. But Smol was very polite and actually offered me information that literally Luke Pearson himself answered in a review. I thank Smol for sharing me this because this changes quite some stuff.

Especially what's amazing this was before the show aired on Netflix. Including I think this is where the wiki on the show got this information. Luke talks about other stuff but he talk about Hilda's dad. If you guys don't mind I'm gonna share what he said. But I'm gonna keep the link to the interview to show where it came from. Especially he said other other interesting things too.

Luke Pearson: "There are too many stories about absent/crappy fathers turning a new leaf and showing everyone that they were always a good guy really. It's not something I'm interested in getting into. Hilda's dad's never been there for her, and his absence doesn't define her or her mum in any way, so I don't see him as an important character. I may touch on what his deal is eventually, but he's not going to get to swoop in and take up a lot of panel space."

That's what the main man himself said. Including like I said it changes my mind on some things. But I understand where he's coming from.

Related to the topic and I have spoke of this before. I do have head canon on Hilda's dad and it was around the early days of when I was in the fandom and they still are relevant.

Basically I had this idea for why Hilda's dad wasn't around was because of some reasons. Yet it's honestly like I joked about what the fandom would think would be quite depressing. Even for a show like Hilda. While it has it's serious moments. This would of been a bit much.

The idea I had for Hilda's dad is at first he did love his family, he loved Johanna, and he loves Hilda. But over time as Hilda grew up and became more adventurous, something changed.

Hilda's dad never liked the supernatural and how it was so normalized it was. Especially his daughter was embracing it and her attitude actually annoyed him. You have things like Twig living with them, Woodman visiting without permission. Including other things out there.

So I decided I guess at a point and reading a Johanna X Reader story(Yeah I'm saying that I'm not saying where) featured Hilda's dad and he left the family when Hilda was 5.

Basically he left her at a young age, told Johanna he just couldn't handle the stuff that was going on. He wanted a normal life. The guy left to go somewhere else most likely join the military. Which was something I wonder if I should make a thing but it's official I put him as a SAS which is kind of ridiculous.

He literally left because he didn't wanna deal with Hilda's adventurous attitude and other things. Which kind of says something....if the guy can handle one of the most harsh training for one of the toughest special forces in history, and he passes with flying colors....

But he can't handle Woodman and he almost tries to kill him with an axe. Which I joked about with @simonxriley that Hilda's dad wanted to kill Woodman at one point but Johanna got to stop him(because she even knows that's wrong and Hilda wouldn't want that). Especially it didn't phase Woodman and that freaked Hilda's dad out. Also Hilda found out later when Johanna told her.

The story for him I had was he would go to Trolberg after Woodman told him what happened. He visits them and it be this arc of how he wants to do better and be with his family again because he realized he was selfish. But it doesn't go that Luke talks about. This is part of the depressing part.

So the idea of the story of Hilda's dad trying to get together with his family is showcasing after years without them. He tried change but he can't. Because he thought everything would of been normal now in a city but Hilda didn't change and it's some what worse in Trolberg when he finds out the adventures Hilda has been in.

Especially Hilda's dad revealing to Hilda he actually left because of her. Because he didn't want a daughter who embraced the supernatural and all that around her. He has this prejudice against that stuff because it bothers him.

With the lesson being sometimes dad's aren't always as they seem. Even after they left they sometimes won't change and you have to move on from them. Because if they can't change why should you have them back in your life if they won't change for the better.

Basically with Hilda doubting herself that her own father abandoned her because of her personalities. But because of her friends and Johanna she learns it's okay and it's her dad's fault.

Hilda's dad was supposed to be an antagonist in a way. But not a villain despite he's a SAS ex one or not that's scary. He's a guy who can't mature and change, and just appreciate his daughter of who she is.

I wanna make this clear not every dad is shitty, their have been bad ones. But not every dad is bad I want to be clear on that. It was the concept of Hilda and Johanna moving on from him because he couldn't mature and be at peace with everyone. Especially how his daughter grew up.

Thinking in the end he just leaves, tells them goodbye and realizes this never worked. But seriously that sounds depressing like maybe that he does love them but he can't handle it, yet he can handle being an SAS.

Honestly thinking on this I definitely see why Luke didn't wanna do something like this. Even with my intentions being a different outcome. It's just a bit much unless the show takes on more serious subjects if Luke wants to or not.

In fact I even predict and think I could of made something like a reaction to Hilda's dad is that everyone if you love Johanna, if you ship Johanna X The Librarian, or if you love the show a whole lot and every character. The whole fandom just bands together to hate Hilda's dad because why the hell would you abandonded her own daughter because she loves flying on Woff's and she loves wilderness and everything it has to offer? Hilda is literally the best thing ever and a child that's a blessing.

I do think or yeah I remember. Their was an idea I had for an extra character. A younger male who would be a babysitter if Johanna wasn't around, and has a crush on Johanna and it's sort of like a child having a crush on a teenager at first. But basically it turns out that babysitter this guy that really cares for Hilda and her friends is basically the dad she always wanted and the kind of man Johanna always wanted because he actually cares despite he's weird, he tries his hardest.

I'm sorry for rambling, but again I totally get Luke on why he doesn't on go into detail of Hilda's dad. Especially the fact he admits it never had such a huge affect on Hilda and Johanna's life and they aren't defined by it. God I love he actually said mum but he is British.

Still would of been funny if well I originally wanted Craig Fairbrass as Hilda's dad but I want Kit Harington now so I can see all the stupid but funny headlines of how Jon Snow is in Hilda and people getting into the show and I'm like, "Me and a whole bunch of other fans were here first" it be this funny thing.

Also the younger babysitter guy would be voiced by Tom Holland or KJ Apa.

Really I would like to hear what was Hilda's dad's deal of why he's not with his family anymore. It's probably not gonna be like this but I keep thinking he and Johanna weren't a good match and he's actually a good guy. But still that's the thing Luke doesn't like.

I want him to be a good guy now voiced by Kit Harington because my God if a character like that existed on Hilda, he would probably be the worst character because he's more of a selfish jerk than other jerks like Trevor or the Marra. Especially Trevor is just a kid but still though, hope he develops in season 2. Especially the Marra are the Marra, their jerks, but they just want to cause nightmares for folks. Even though Kelly seemed to be alright because Frida showing some kindness towards her after giving Kelly her bunny back. Which might of well not fully changed but had Kelly appreciate Frida more.

Also Victoria Van Gale just kidnapped a baby weather spirit which was shitty. But considering her place was destroyed. She probably learned her lesson.

An asshole dad who left his daughter because he didn't like how she was is a bit too much even for me or....something.

Anyway I wanted to share that. I'm sorry this got long and me rambling.