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letorip · 5 months ago

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casual [iii]

"i hate that i let this drag on so long, now i hate myself, hate that i let this drag on so long, you can go to hell"

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pairing: natalie scatorccio x reader

summary: you're not just going to let her go, this time. after long enough, you arrive at the very obvious conclusion that you're in love, and there's very little else to be done about that

warnings: mentions of sex, cuss words, a bit of angst but i promise a happy ending :)

word count: 7.2k

A/N: all good things must come to an end. trust, i'll write for nat again. also i stayed in that airport so fucking long it was like purgatory, and i'm so sorry it took longer than i thought, i've had an exhausting past two weeks and just needed to stop and breathe for a minute

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THAT ONE ANON I FEEL BAD I'M LATE

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"Please tell me you didn't do it on my sheets," Lottie groaned, lip curled in disgust and eyes hidden by her sunglasses.

"Sorry," you said back from behind your own pair, without looking away from the crystal blue of her pool water. You both were splayed out on her sun-bleached deck chairs, with matching hangovers (and bathrobes) that made the bright, beaming sunlight a whole new level of awful.

Her house was in disarray around you both, with crushed beer cans and overturned chairs all across the pool deck. Some cigarette butts floated in the water and you were certain the sprinklers in her garden were misting a pile of vomit and washing it down the front of her lawn, but neither of you made a move to get up and deal with it yet.

At the far end of the Matthews' pool, there was a statue of a mermaid that doubled as a fountain, spitting water in a gentle stream. Someone had put a snapback that said 'I <3 BOOBIES' on her and a bit of lipstick around the area that water shot out, and though usually you would have laughed, you instead were a bit annoyed by how it was taking you out of what would've been a nice scene.

There was just something about waking up and seeing Nat had gone without any sort of indication, that sparked the sudden urge within you to reconnect with nature. So you were reconnecting— more like brooding— on Lottie's pool deck in a peaceful silence.

After what felt like thirty minutes but was probably more like five, she turned to you. "Do you wanna—”

“—Talk about it?” you finished, raising your eyebrows. You shook your head. “No.”

She pouted. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to make pancakes.”

“Oh… then yes.”

You both lazily trudged into her equally wrecked kitchen, with even more cans and spilled liquids thrown over her marble counters. There was a burnt bag of popcorn sitting in the sink and the garbage can underneath it was overflowing with paper towels, but Lottie's kitchen was big enough where you could ignore it entirely, jumping up to sit on the clean countertop near her massive range cooker.

When Lottie said 'make pancakes,' she really meant she would be the one cooking and you would be there for moral support, if anything. You were gifted in many things but cooking or anything of the sort had never been one of them. Instead you leaned your head against the massive stone hood, and watched her from the pair of sunglasses you still wore.

Nat had laughed at you, when you said you didn't know how to cook. Not an omelette, not mac and cheese, and barely a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Of course, you assumed the last one wouldn't be hard to figure out, but you hadn't ever made one before, and it made her laugh into your chest, where her head had been resting. It hurt a bit now, but you had the sunglasses to shield your eyes while you stared off into space.

"Chocolate chips?" Lottie asked, running a hand through her dark hair and combing out a few knots with her fingers. You nodded, and she turned back to the pan in front of her, grabbing a fancy looking bag from a stack of supplies nearby. "My dad brought fresh chocolate back with him from when he was in the Caribbean a few weeks ago," she said to you, sprinkling it into the pan and flipping it over.

"Is he going to be pissed you're using it for pancakes?" you mumbled, feeling your headache return.

"No more pissed than he'll be when he sees that Jeff and his friends cut off the leg on one of his horse-shaped hedges." You winced, hopping down from the counter and feeling your back still scraped raw from, well, Nat. Lottie shot you a look. "That heated, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, heading towards the kitchen island and grabbing some of the beer cans to toss in the rubbish. "She's made her decision clear. I'm honestly done with it. I don't care anymore."

Lottie didn't say anything, turning back to the pancakes and sliding them on a plate as you slid into the barstool at the other end of her island and rested your head on your elbows. "I mean, she called me selfish, Lottie, and then said she loved me multiple times, minutes later. Who the hell does that?"

"Mhm," she hummed, sticking her spatula and the pan in the sink and then moving to the walk in pantry to grab syrup and powdered sugar.

You watched her go, calling after her. "She disappears for days after she gets mad about me talking to people, and then I see her immediately with Bobby Farleigh of all people, and they're cuddling up! I'm done with it all."

"Okay," Lottie said, reappearing with her arms full and tossing them down on the kitchen island. She clambered up into the seat next to you and stole some of the plain ones for herself, before covering them in syrup.

"And," you continued, remembering something else as you began cutting up the pancakes and smothering them in powdered sugar, "she egged my fucking house! How could I even forget about that? I mean, what was I thinking? I don't want to talk about her."

"Oh yeah," Lottie snorted. "You really don't want to talk about her."

You shot her a glare, stuffing your mouth with an angry fork. "I'm serious, Lottie."

"You wish," she scoffed. "If you were serious— and I'm not trying to be mean— but if you were serious, you wouldn't be ranting all about her. I know you keep saying it's impossible and it can't happen with her, but you sure as hell seem like you want it to happen with her."

You frowned, taking a forkful and stuffing it into your mouth. Right as you did, a couple sheepishly walked down the hall and towards the front door, clothes obviously messed up. They sent you an awkward wave and Lottie gave a quick nod in their direction, turning back to her plate. "Then why'd she leave?" you asked, when the door was shut behind them.

She shrugged. "Why the hell would I know? If anyone here would be the Natalie-whisperer, it would be you."

"Yeah well, apparently not," you huffed, shoving more pancakes into your mouth.

"I mean, it's not like you guys were on glowing terms before you... y'know. Wasn't gonna magically all be fixed, after." You groaned, leaning your forehead down onto the cool marble countertops. It actually felt nice, against your raging headache, but you still felt like crap.

"Would've at least been nice for her to wait until I woke up to go. No 'goodbye,' no 'we should talk,' nothing. When we were just hooking up and stuff, I at least always waited to say goodbye."

"So it's not just hooking up, anymore?"

"I don’t know what it is, Lottie. You tell me, because apparently everyone knows but me." She shrugged, finishing her plate and pushing it away from herself.

"I have an answer, but you're not gonna like it."

"...No, I'm not in love with her."

"You absolutely are."

"I'm done with this!"

"You keep saying that."

"'Cause I am."

"Okay."

"I'm done," you frowned, attempting finality in your tone and coming far short.

"Right," she snorted, and then she stood to grab your now-finished plate too. "Can you help me?”

It took around three hours, to get the Matthews house back to its usual formality. You sprayed burnt and disturbed bushes with the hose, threw out bag upon bag of party rubbish, and vacuumed cigarette butts off the carpet of her living room, silently working while Lottie played some records on her grandfather's old gramophone.

Her dad usually put jazz records on it or snooty classical music, whenever you were over, but Lottie had Dancing Queen blasting throughout her house and was hopping around as she snatched stuff off the mantle and shoved it into bags, turning to you and yelling a lyric from time to time, along to the music.

This wasn't your idea of fun by a long shot, but you could appreciate Lottie trying to make it fun.

"So, how much convincing did you have to do, to get Laura Lee here at a party? I mean, with the alcohol," you asked with a snort, grabbing an almost empty bag of crisps and tossing yourself down in her father's leather armchair to finish them off.

Lottie flushed. "A really embarrassing amount," she admitted. "I kind of glazed over that part."

"I'll bet she was surprised?" you asked with an amused crunch.

"It wasn't even that— this guy from my third period started going at it with this girl right in front her. I had to literally stop her from going over there to talk to them about waiting until marriage."

You shrugged. "I mean, she seems to like you a whole lot."

"She does," Lottie nodded. "She's so sweet to me, and she has the best hand to hold, like, ever."

"Honestly, I'm surprised, but happy for you. You're in a big ol' throuple with Jesus Christ."

"Ha ha," Lottie rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at you. "At least whatever we have is holy. I don't even want to think about you and—"

But whatever dig she would've said was cut off by her doorbell ringing. You sighed, letting your feet down from where you had propped them up on the side table and wiping the crumbs on your bathrobe.

"I'll get it," you grumbled, leaving Lottie to clean. When you opened the door there was absolutely no way you could've prepared to see her so soon.

Nat stood awkwardly in the entryway, looking just as surprised to see you as you were to see her. She wore a pair of blue shorts she practiced and slept in, and staring right back at you was the shirt you thought had gone missing weeks ago, barely hidden behind the ratty zip up hoodie she had over it.

Her eyeliner was still smudged from the night before in places, and you stared at her blankly, waiting for her to say something— anything, really.

"I forgot my damn lighter," she said, casting her eyes to the floor after a moment.

"Oh," you replied, feeling a bit stupid suddenly, in your bathrobe and sunglasses, with your flip flops for shoes. You looked like you were mid-spa day, or like someone's drunk uncle on a cruise. Then, before you could stop yourself, you felt an annoyance twinge in your gut, and said "Is that all you've got to say?"

Her eyes shot up, looking challengingly at you, in what was a clear frustration. "What do you want me to say?" But the answer went unsaid, even as much as you didn't like it. That you came back for me.

"I don't know..."

"Great," Nat scoffed. She looked over your shoulder into Lottie's house, as if her lighter would appear behind you and jump right into her hand, and she would just be able to leave. "Can I just have my—"

"—Why did you egg my house?" you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to block the door a bit more. She raised her eyebrows at you, confused.

"What?"

"You egged my house, after our argument," you repeated, slower, feeling the tips of your ears burning.

"No the hell I didn't."

"Yes the hell you did," you argued back, leaning forward with your hands on your hips. "You're the only one with the gate code. I get it, you were mad, but—"

"—Fucking Christ, I didn't!"

"You wrote a giant 'fuck you' on my house. No one else would."

Nat glared. "I didn't invent it. Is it such an impossible thing for you to consider that maybe not everyone is Team (Y/n)? I don't mean to break your brain, but for once somebody might actually dislike you."

You rolled your eyes. "You're the only one with a history of breaking rules and doing shit."

"So, what, you think I would do that to you?"

"Maybe you would. Maybe you don't care about me at all. That's why you ran off, wasn't it?"

She narrowed her eyes at you. "I had to go, before my dad caught me out."

You shook your head. "Bullshit. You've stayed out, before."

"Oh, so now you're mad that I'm not cuddling up to you?"

"That's not cuddling, that's having me stick my fingers in you and then you run off. You were pissed at me a few days before, Nat, for literally the same thing."

"It's almost like it's confusing, (Y/n), when you get mixed signals. And no, I got pissed at you because you went shopping for girlfriends— which, I'm assuming because you're being an oblivious, self-righteous asshole, you're still doing."

"Yep, still looking," you glared at her. She glared right back, just as steely.

"Great."

"Great," you replied. It was annoying, how good she looked when she was frustrated. She was great at looking mad, and even better at looking good when she was mad. The furrowing of her eyebrows, wrinkling of her nose in anger; she had the face you wanted to kiss away. It was impossible not to wonder, if doing so would uncurl her fists and smooth out the lines on her forehead.

Then you stopped. Holy shit. Everything seemed awful, like a massive case of vertigo had just washed over you. You had had hangovers before, but this somehow seemed infinitely worse. See, a thought had finally self-realised itself within your little peanut brain.

I'm in love with Nat.

It made the ceiling feel like the floor, and Nat sent you a concerned glance and seemed about to question your change in expression, when Lottie came from behind you.

"Hey, Nat," she said with an awkward smile, brushing past you with a look and then handing her the lighter quickly. "Excited for nationals?”

"Yeah," Nat nodded, but her eyes were still glaring at you. She cleared her throat, finally looking off. "Thanks, Lot. Great party."

"Mhm," Lottie nodded, trying her best to seem at ease and not at all like she was walking in on a code-red situation. "Have a great weekend! Bye now! Get home safe! See you!" She rushed, tugging you from beyond the doorway and giving a wave, before shutting the door.

The moment the door was closed, she gave you an unappreciative stare, but your eyes were wide and your cheeks flushed.

"What?" asked Lottie, her eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"I...I think I'm in love with her."

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Your home was just as empty as it was when you had left the night before. Reginald wasn't even due to come in, since your mother and father weren't home and it was a Saturday. Even the groundskeeper and maid had the day off, and the groan you let out at finally returning home and falling onto the warm rug on your living room floor echoed against the walls of your empty house.

In your hand was the letter you found in your mailbox. A cool black and Princeton-orange colour. You already knew what it said, without even looking into it. Your father and mother went there. His father and mother, too. For years and years and years. And now, if you followed the rules set out in front of you, you too.

It was impossible not to wonder, when the fog of privilege would slowly cloud your brain. Would it be the law degree from a private school, or legacy admissions? The more frightening thing was that maybe Nat was right: it had already set in, and you unaware. You at least felt different than the rest of them. That made you different, right? You and Lottie?

The image of Nat seemed ever-prevalent. Glowering at you, like she had been in the doorway. In your shirt. With that frown. The frown that you wanted to kiss away, but would never be able to. A Scatorccio, of all people. Of all people, you had to be in love with the one person you couldn't have.

It felt simultaneously like life had resolved into something more clear and understandable, and something more depressing and doomed. You wanted to forget the realisation, and the acceptance as well. Maybe it was truly better when you were promising your friends that you felt nothing of the sort.

Your eyes flitted from where they stared at the ceiling over to the giant brown bookcase in the corner, stacked high with thick volumes of what your dad had once said were family records, but you had never grabbed one off yourself. The one that stuck out against the brown leather-bound books was a more sleek, grey memoir with your grandfather’s name printed onto the hard cover casing.

That one you had read— your father had made you read it, when you were fourteen, and your parents gave up on trying for another kid. It wasn’t as dreadfully boring as you thought it would be, but it was still a memoir about a stuffy stockbroker from the 80s, with all the parts involving cocaine conveniently edited out, but not your grandfather’s insane escapades with women.

Your father was in the process of writing his own edition, and had thereby implied that he expected you to write one for yourself. You didn't know what you could possibly write about, but then again there was the expectation you write about it anyway. You weren't a guy on Wall Street, you weren't an international businessperson. You didn't even know what you were going to school for, yet.

Next to the bookshelf in equal intimidation was a painting of your family that your father had commissioned years ago. It was back when you still had braces and acne, but thankfully the artist had removed both. You hadn't been allowed to smile for it, though that's what child-you thought you did for pictures. Instead, you and your parents' mouths were drawn into disapproving lines and hardened expressions, and the golden plaque at the bottom wore your surname in proud, powerful letters.

You sighed, sitting up onto the palms of your hands and then standing slowly, still a bit uncoordinated. You sent the painting a final glance before you wandered to the phone, grabbing the thing and checking your watch while you did it. You slumped down into the seat at the end of your dining room table, where your father usually sat, and pulled the antenna from the top, punching in the numbers absentmindedly as you stared out the window onto the garden and the pool.

The number was for your father's Monaco residence, and you waited with a jumping knee and wry expression while it rang. Eventually, though, your mother picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, mother."

(Y/n), darling, is something wrong? You know to call Reginald first, in case of emer—"

"—No, nothing is wrong, mother. Look, I actually wanted to ask you a question."

"Well, go on then. We're about to go out to dinner."

"...Mother, do you have Julie Roosevelt's number?"

Silence on the end of the line. "Absolutely!" You didn't need to be there with her to hear the smile in her voice. "What for?"

You swallowed. "I think I'll try to take her out tonight."

"Well! Darling, that's just wonderful!" You nodded into the receiver, not like she could see it. "Make sure to wear your nice shirt, we don't want to upset the Roosevelts! I hope you know, I'm proud of you for this, really." You almost mentioned getting accepted into Princeton. Almost. But you decided not to mention it. It wasn't like you wanted to think about it anyways.

From the far wall, you could see the painting of the woman with the blue eyes staring at you.

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The local mini golf was always busy, but Saturdays were absolutely the busiest. There were couples upon couples who had the exact same idea, and were wandering around with their hands together and beaming at one another like they were living in a rom-com in the real life.

And yet you stood there with your hand in Julie Roosevelt's, and a massive frown on your face. It wasn't one that you'd let Julie see— every time she glanced in your direction, you'd quickly replace it with your best smile, showing her your teeth— but it was one that you knew you wore when she turned away.

"Sorry about the late notice," you said. You dropped her hand and went to grab a putter from the front, handing it to her and then grabbing one for yourself.

"It's okay, I was wondering if you were ever going to talk to me again," Julie laughed, a bit awkward. You winced. It's not like you could be honest, and say that you didn't intend to. The truth was, that while Julie was a bit shallow, she was also a bit too nice to deserve this one-sided thing.

Of course, there was the hope that you grew the love your mother spoke of. Maybe it would hit you, and alleviate you from Nat, who seemed to haunt your thoughts even more now, that you were aware she had captured your heart.

"I was just busy, this past week," you shrugged. "It's kind of a big deal for the Yellowjackets, and both of the teams are practicing and stuff...so."

"Wow. I guess you really like the Yellowjackets then, huh?"

"Uh...something like that, yeah. It's a big deal." She hummed, then took her things out onto the first green.

You let her go, standing behind her and watching with a grin and the scorecard in your pocket. Mini golf was something you took pride in being good at. But, then, of course, Julie let the ball drop, took a second, and gently hit the ball around the bend with a near perfect curve, and right into the hole.

"Yay!" she cheered, jumping up and down in celebration.

"Wha—"

Julie put her hands on her hips with a teasing grin. "Captain of the golf team, remember?" You hadn't.

"Right..."

You played a terrible game, for the most part. You stood at the end of the second-to-last hole with the scorecard in your hand and a whole bunch of big numbers on your side of the table. Julie was beaming from ear to ear, though you weren't exactly sure why.

It had been pretty much silent, with the two of you failing over and over again to find an interesting thing to talk about. It wasn't the calm, pleasant silence like it was with... well, it didn't matter now. You filled in a four, two shots over the par, and made your way over to where Julie was crouching down, to get a better view of the final hole.

"Actually wait, there's a special way you have to play this one," you called out to her, and she turned to you with a puzzled expression.

"What do you mean?"

"It's kind of local tradition here," you shrugged. You weren't even sure if that was true, you just knew that it was what Nat had called it, when she taught you. "You have to swing really, really hard, and to win, you've gotta get it over the fence," you pointed, "and right into the back of that neighbourhood."

She blinked at you for a moment, and then Julie frowned, looking down to the ground. "That's mean, though. What if you hit someone's house? Or a window?"

"Bonus points," you shrugged. "I don't know, you can't really see where they go, once they're over the fence. It's fun."

Julie raised her eyebrows. "Don't you think it's a little immature? Why would I do that if I'm going to win for real?"

You opened your mouth to reply, then firmly closed it. "I guess you're right," you mumbled. It hadn't felt stupid when you suggested it, but Julie's disdain at the suggestion made you feel improper.

She did win, by a massive landslide, and you let her keep the scorecard with little protest. She was still beaming though, brightly at you like she had just had the best date of her life. Your stomach felt like it was tied up in a bunch of knots, but you smiled back at her nonetheless.

If love was something to be worked towards, you really hoped it would start working soon.

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You had only been home for about twenty minutes, when your phone started ringing. Off the hook. Over and over again. You knew who it was just from the ring, but that didn't mean you wanted to pick up.

After the disaster that was dropping Julie off at her house, you wanted to continue to staring at the ceiling. But after the sixth call back, it seemed Jackie wasn't giving up.

You picked the phone up with a frown, rolling over and smushing your chin into the bed. "Hello—"

"—OH MY GOD, YOU AND JULIE?!"

You groaned. "Jackie I dropped her off like thirty minutes ago, how do you already know about this?"

"So it's true?! You're dating?"

You sat up. "What? No, we just went on one date."

"Really? Cause Julie told Margie who told Randy who told Jeff, who told me that you kissed her and you're going out!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. And it wasn't even like an actual kiss, she like, pecked me, and then scrambled out of my car and up her driveway."

"Well, she's saying you're going steady."

"'Going steady?' The 40s called, they wanted their slang back."

"Ha ha," Jackie said back, and you could hear the eye roll. She went silent. "...I bet your mom is happy."

"Probably..."

"Are you happy? You're probably a shoe-in for prom court, especially since I'll be out of town. Your mom won't let you go to nationals, will she?"

"No. She'll want me and Julie to go to prom together."

"Well, I mean, at least you'll win, right? That's gotta be exciting?"

You looked over to your nightstand, where you had a polaroid of you and Nat that sat taped to the side. "Thrilled."

"(Y/n)? You okay, hubby?"

You took a sharp swallow. "Yeah, I'm fine. Julie's great."

"Right...," she paused again, "does Nat...does she know?"

"I don't think so... It's only been like, thirty minutes."

"She will soon, though. Monday."

"Yeah...I guess she will soon."

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Monday was terrible. It seemed Julie had taken the awkward attempt at kissing you as the sign that you were together. She was there at your car when you first arrived, grinning again while you and Lottie got your things for school out of the second row. Then, the moment you had locked your car, you were tugged along by a hand grabbing yours.

You didn't exactly have a good reason to be grossed out. Julie was beautiful, and if you had felt the same way for her, you would have been thrilled with the enthusiasm. Hell, if it were... well. So, you mostly let her drag you wherever she wanted.

There was about a week, to run for prom court. Your mother had promptly called you that morning to insist on prom, and insist on shopping for prom, when she returned home on Wednesday, from Monaco. It was all Julie would talk about, and you were starting to wonder how much of this was a political move for her too, rather than one of genuine interest in you.

You first saw Nat coming down one of the halls, and you hesitated a bit the moment you saw that she noticed you. Or, that she noticed you and Julie together. It was the walk of shame, frankly. You didn't belong to her, in any formal sense. But your heart did, and that was enough for it to hurt. Badly.

It seemed to hurt her too. She immediately frowned, tugging on Kevyn's sleeve and walking in the opposite direction. You wanted to run after her, but Julie had an iron grip on your hand and a smile so bright.

It was awkward enough at lunch, with Julie insisting to sit next to you and to bring her golf friends. A few of them were nice, and Jackie managed to chat them up well enough to make even more friends than before, but Lottie had a frown the entire time, and Shauna looked less than happy.

Nat wasn't staring at you at lunch anymore. It was a startling realisation, that you wanted her to be looking at you. If anything, you were looking more at her. You kept turning around, trying to seem like you were just scanning the cafeteria, but Nat was firmly looking down at her food, at the same table as always.

You felt like a runaway dog that had temporarily shrugged off its collar, trying to find home with a tail between its legs. Julie was nice, and smart, and talented. But she wasn't the one. Your one.

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"Hey, you ready?" you asked Lottie, finding her out in the hallway in front of the locker rooms. it was Friday, and you both had your soccer bags slung over your shoulder, and were about to head out to practice, but Lottie seemed transfixed on a poster on the wall. "Hey now, you've got nationals tomorrow, no distractions," you tried.

"Is she seriously trying to make it seem like you two are soulmates?" Lottie said with a grimace. It was one of the ones Julie had made in two days, and was now putting all over the school to really earn you both the win. There was a drawing of you and her on it, with a heart in the middle, and 'VOTE JULIE & (Y/N) FOR PROM COURT 1996.' It was an objectively good design, but Lottie didn't like Julie very much— or at least had started to hate her, the longer you and her were together.

"I think it's because she has a crush on you," Julie said once with a pout, after Lottie had been less than welcoming to her on a ride home.

"No she doesn't," you shook your head.

"She definitely does. You shouldn't hang out with her as much, or people will think you and her are a thing. I mean, I did at first."

The whole conversation had only made Lottie more and more annoyed with her, and that was saying a lot, with how Lottie was usually nice to most people.

"Come on," you said, gesturing with your head out towards the pitch. "Last practice before nationals."

Lottie still had a frown on her face, but she followed you out there with her arms crossed. It was still relatively early, only a few people were out. Coach Martinez's son Travis was up in the bleachers, watching, while you could see Trevor and Misty talking next to the water cooler and Jeremy and Mari passing a ball back and forth to each other.

"Hey (Y/n)," a voice called from behind you, and you could feel a similar annoyance to Lottie's washing over you. You turned to see Carter Avery, back from his suspension, with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Miss me?"

"Not even close," you scowled. He brushed past you and Lottie, pausing for a moment when he was directly in front of you staring down in an attempt at intimidation. He kept walking though, until he paused, right at the edge of the pitch.

"Oh, and (Y/n)?"

"What."

"I think I need to borrow some eggs. You got any for me?" Your eyes widened. "What about toilet paper, then?"

It was intended to create anger in you. You knew he wanted you to charge at him or something, or to scowl, but all you did was stand there, in a stunned silence. You had thought that Nat would do that. That Nat could do that to you. Of course it wasn't Nat. You felt stupid and you felt guilty, and you felt even worse that you couldn't do much about either of those things. You could try, though. And maybe that would be enough.

Lottie sent you a knowing look, but all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and die. Maybe you could try to talk to her, after practice? It was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

The Yellowjackets' moods were infectious, and it was impossible to not have a great time, at that practice. Their emotions were high, along with their excitement, and you started to feel a little bit better, the more you ran and the more you felt the wind in your hair.

Of course, that's when everything decided to go wrong. A single slide tackle from Taissa, right into Allie's leg, and everyone was panicking and yelling. You could see the bone sticking out from it, and Misty was bolting in your direction, hovering over her and attempting to right it.

"Can I get two people to carry her?" She shouted at both teams, and you immediately raised your hand, stepping forwards while Allie began to cry. You didn't even see who was grabbing her other arm until you had made it into the locker room, and Allie was still crying with Misty following behind and a very clueless looking Coach Ben behind her.

You should've known, it was her. She was selfless like that, even though she'd rather die than admit it herself. And yet, there Nat was, on the other side of Allie, laying her down on one of the locker room benches and raising her leg up. Misty ushered you both out into the hall, and suddenly both you and Nat were regretting volunteering.

You had to wait until she came out, so you would be able to carry her to the front, where the ambulance could arrive to take her to hospital, but until then it just meant you and Nat were forced to stand there in awkward silence.

It stayed that way, until you tried to speak. "So...nationals, hu—"

"Don't even," Nat snapped, shutting you up. She was twitching a little bit, in discomfort, and you knew right now that if it were outside, or if she were to have her bag, she would be pulling out a cigarette.

"...I know it wasn't you who egged my house. It was Carter... I'm...sorry."

"Real genius, aren't you."

"Allegedly. Not in practice, apparently," you admitted, sliding to the tiled floor in wait. She eyed you cautiously, but did the same, sliding down.

"Man, if I had a nickel, for every time we've been in this hallway with a serious injury... I'd have, what, two nickels?" You hummed, leaning your head back against the wall.

"That's not a lot," Nat said, rolling her eyes.

"No," you nodded in agreement, "but it's weird that it happened twice."

She thought for a minute, then shrugged. "I guess." You both could hear the whistle being blown outside, to end the final scrimmage and indicate that it was time to circle up.

"Don't you want to go hear that? Y'know, for tomorrow?"

Nat shook her head. "I'd rather be here for Allie. Though she's kind of an asshole."

You snorted. "She's a total fucking bitch."

"...Just so you know, I really did have to leave, after Lottie's party... I, uh, kissed your forehead, before I left... I guess you couldn't feel it though. You were asleep."

You shook your head. "I didn't know that..."

"...Yeah... my dad was being an asshole... it was a whole thing." You knew it hurt more than she was saying, right now, and you so desperately wanted to scoot closer, like you would've before things had gotten so messed up. Back when you were on the cusp of happiness.

"I'm sorry, Nat."

She shrugged again, like it didn't hurt, but you knew all too well. "For what?"

You would've said for being scared. For being weak. For not realising sooner. Anything. But instead you were interrupted by the sound of shoes on the tile.

Of course, there Julie had to be. She took a single look at Nat who was covered in sweat and a bit red from practice, and grimaced, before coming up to you and standing right over you, expectantly.

"Is practice over?" she asked, checking her watch. "I finished my club meeting. We have to go dress shopping— I want you there to colour match— and I need you to drop Margie off at her house, cause I said you would yesterday."

You blinked. "I mean... It kind of is? I should probably stay a bit—" you looked to Nat to see what she would say, but she was already standing up and walking off, taking the not so secret hint that Julie was telling her to get lost.

Julie watched her go, scowling behind her back and then spinning to you the moment the door clicked shut behind her. "What did she want with you?" she asked.

"We were just talking, Allie needed help."

"Well she's no good. She's one of those kids, y'know." You narrowed your eyes, getting up to your feet and wiping your hands on your shorts.

"What are you talking about?"

Julie tilted her head to the side, like she was confused by your confusion. "You must not have a lot of them, around here, but we had them all OVER, in Massachusetts. The town bicycles. Everyone wants a ride, if you know what I mean."

It was your turn to cross your arms. "No the hell I do not, Julie."

"Oh come on," she said, throwing up her hands. "She's trailer trash, at best. The delusional kind who thinks we'd look at her, like, ever. I mean, what's her body count, like over a hundred?"

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," you snapped at her, glowering.

"Okay, I know she's on the Yellowjackets, and she's clearly trying to get in your pants, but cmon. I'm your girlfriend, we can laugh about this kind of—"

"No, the hell you aren't. You're not my girlfriend, Julie, and you barely ever fucking were. That girl you just insulted is the best fucking person I know. She's selfless, she's kind, she makes me laugh—"

"Well then go sleep with her then!" Julie yelled, stomping her foot.

"Y'know what, I already have! And I fucking love her. So there!" And you turned right around and stomped back out onto the pitch.

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“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you rolled your eyes, trudging down the stairs and calling out into the foyer. It wasn’t like whoever it was would actually be able to hear you, through the thickness of your door, if anything it was more to air your grievance with having to get up so fucking late. Your mom was once more distraught, now that you had kept the "perfect" girl for a single week and then promptly dumped her. Another vacation was in order.

Rain was still pounding on the roof from above, and it filled the emptiness of your house with a faint white noise, that was immediately shattered by the person pressing the button again. You rolled your eyes, deciding to walk even slower to the door out of nothing but spite.

When you actually opened the door, though, you had to blink a couple times, seeing a figure retreating already, down your drive. However long you had took had made them rethink why they were here, and you would've been all too happy to let the door close. That was, until you narrowed your eyes into the rain, just barely making out the shape of a familiar leather jacket.

"Nat?" You called into the storm, loud enough that there was no way she couldn't have heard you. You crossed your arms, thinking about how she had been earlier that day. "I know it's you, Natalie. Why the fuck are you here? You have nationals tomorrow."

She stopped in her tracks, just standing in it. She gently turned, shoulders rising and falling and it was clear she was breathing heavily. Her mascara was running in massive streaks down her face and dripping in small, grey droplets, and her eyes were sensitive and red, as if she had been crying and rubbed them raw. You swallowed what felt like a lump in your throat.

"This— all of this, with you— I— I can't," she stumbled, looking like a sad, wet dog in the rain.

"What?" you furrowed your eyebrows at her, walking out further onto your large, covered doorstep.

"I can't see you with her, (Y/n), I— I just can't."

"With Julie?"

Natalie threw up her arms in frustration. "Yes, Julie. I know she's perfect, or whatever, but— I— you can't be with her—"

"—Nat," you tried, stepping forward again.

"—Because I love you," she continued. You stopped in your tracks. It felt as if the air had been sucked right out of your lungs, even in the freshness brought by the storm. "I know we argue," her voice shook, "and I know we fight, and I know I smoke, and I curse, and I get bad grades, and my dad's a shithead, and I'm kind of an asshole sometimes— but I fucking love you, (Y/n). You.... I—"

"—Shut up," you said, shaking your head and rushing forward, out into the pouring storm. You collided with her, cupping her face in your cheeks and kissing her like the world would end in ten minutes. It would have, if you hadn't done it, and you had no idea how you had survived so long without doing it.

You kissed her once, and then you kissed her again, and then, when she was crying harder, and you were crying too, and she was holding onto your arms like you would fall away, you kissed her forehead, and held her tight in a hug.

"I'm selfish, and I'm a mess, and I'm never good enough for my stupid fucking parents," you said, over the rain and just for Nat, "and I don't realise that I hurt people 'cause that's not what my family does, and for that, I'm really, really fucking sorry."

She nodded in her tears, looking up at you as you both got rained on together. "But, I agree," you said, voice shaking, "we're not casual. I'm really, really fucking sorry, but I also really, really fucking love you, Nat. And I'm sorry I was too scared and too stupid, and," you raised your voice, as if to the sky, "I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING GO TO PRINCETON—" this time it was Nat who shut you up.

It was another kiss, but it was far more gentle than the first. It was a gentle press, and it took your breath away. When you pulled apart, you let your forehead fall against Natalie's. Even though the droplets were cold, you felt so warm.

After what felt like forever, but still wasn't long enough, Nat murmured to you, "should we go inside?" She still smelled like cigarettes and her perfume, just as she had in her trailer, and you intended to let the scent linger.

You shook your head. "Just stay out here a little longer with me. Please? Just let time pass."

She nodded, then smirked as she looked past you at the car on your driveway. "Fuckin' rich people."

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AAAAAND THAT'S CASUAL BABYYYYY! Finished at like 2 am. anyways, i'm tired and a little bit sleepy

#nat scatorccio x you #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x y/n #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #yellowjackets

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rotten7rat · 6 months ago

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Batfamily + Cooking

Alfred:

He's the main cook, and has been since taking the job as the Wayne's butler. Classically trained in the culinary arts, and thankfully stillvery much enjoys it, though not as much as he used to. He likes baking more than cooking, and has gotten more of a sweet tooth as he's gotten older. Leans more on your classic British dishes, but is always happy to try a requested recipe. Prefers to cook either alone or with competent help.

Bruce:

No. Cannot even be trusted to make a grilled cheese, he always burns them.

Barbara:

Pretty good. Very much a 'throw something together at 7:30, eat at 8' kind of person, but everyone is always happy to have what she cooks. If it takes hours to make then its not worth it. A teacher suggested once that being raised by a single father, she must do most of the cooking and cleaning, and after that she refused to learn how to cook out of sheer stubbornness.

Dick:

An excellent cook. I think it comes naturally to him, he didn't spend much time cooking growing up but once he taught himself the basics he can pretty much throw anything together. Its by no means a passion of his, but he does enjoy it. However, he doesn't cook often due to being too busy and/or tired, so he gets a lot of takeout or just has something quick or microwavable very often. But if he's cooking you best be there. Anything can be a social occasion and he happily accepts help in the kitchen. Not great at baking though, he always manages to over-cook or over-mix.

Cassandra:

I'm sorry but she will throw rice, water, and and an unseasoned chicken breast in the rice cooker and call it a night. Either that or she'll have a protein shake and seven eggs.

Jason:

Quite good. Unlike Dick, it doesn't come naturally to him, but he is a fast learner and picked it up mostly from Catherine, Alfred, and YouTube. That being said, would he prefer tortellini en brodo or four boxes of Kraft mac and cheese? Tamales or something quick and greasy from Bat Burger? Its always the second option. I think he often cooks as a distraction or just something to do, and just gives it to the single mother across the hall or throws it in the freezer to eat a week later.

Stephanie:

Decent. She'll see a recipe on TikTok and will try it instantly, and she's always excited to try something new. Works best with a recipe but decides just to wing it mostly. Cooking with her mother has become somewhat of a bonding activity. Really good at baking, especially things like brownies and cookies. However, she will also throw pickles, peanut butter and ice cream in a blender and swear it tastes fantastic. Is learning to cook more because everytime she sees Cass eating a boiled chicken breast she takes psychic damage. Trying to sneak meat alternatives into Cass without her noticing. It worked once.

Tim:

Not great. Will follow the recipe to the letter and will somehow still fuck it up. He mostly sticks to simple recipes that are hard to mess up, and also just doesn't have the desire to spend heaps of time in the kitchen. He does make a mean sandwich though, every time someone tries to replicate one its just never as good.

Duke:

Doesn't particularly enjoy cooking but he's fine at it. Not as bad as Cassandra, he will season his food, but prefers it to be quick and not complicated. Loves heavier foods like pastas and other carbs but doesn't have the patience or desire to make them from scratch so he uses jar sauces, frozen potatoes etc. Will put taco seasoning on everything.

Damian:

Good eventually. Doesn't cook a lot now, but when he was younger he had a kind of 'well obviously its not difficult, its just cooking' mindset. He was humbled. By Dick. I think when he's older he is much better. Will still follow a recipe so it is perfect every time. It isn't a hobby, just a task that must be completed, but he'll be damned if he's eating bland food, he will spend an hour preparing vegetable tagine. Nobody can help of even be in the kitchen with him while he is cooking, because they are breathing all the kitchen air and taking up all the room. Get out.

#i called it a grilled cheese for y'all #these can be swayed by canon evidence but this is what i have gathered so far #dc comics #batfamily #dc universe #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #headcanon #batfamily headcanons #vegetarian damian wayne #vegetarian stephanie brown

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bellyaz · 24 days ago

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1,000mgs

“Thanks, Ky.” Jade huffed, thanking her good friend/RA who held the door open for her as she walked waddled into her dorms with bags of food.

She barely got her reply out. Her mind was occupied with an edible that she described as “ain’t shit” about an hour ago and trying to balance the weight of her bags.

“Fasho.” He replied. “You clearly bouta eat good.” He joked.

She let out a quick laugh to hide her embarrassment.

She hadn’t realized how much she ordered. After her edible hit, she was mindlessly scrolling through Door Dash and adding whatever looked good to her cart.

“You know they be putting little ass orders in big ass bags.” She said, trying to deflect.

He gave her a knowing look and nodded.

“You need some help?” He asked right before she turned the corner.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks tho.”

“Ight. Don’t forget room checks later!” He shouted as she scurried onto the elevator.

The walk to her room felt like forever. Her stomach was growling and she felt positively buzzed. She finally got in her room and placed her meals on the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full body mirror.

“Mccht.” She sucked her teeth as she realized the bottom of her stomach was poking out of her hoodie and her shorts had rolled up.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she examined her new frame. She looked a whole lot different two years ago compared to now.

She was never skinny, but she stayed in shape. She even played intramural volleyball her freshman year. But she got lazy during that summer.

Now here she was, 6 months and 40 pounds later doing her Friday night routine.

Getting high, ordering a fuck load of food, then gorging herself.

She pulled her hoodie & shirt, (which recently stopped covering the underside of her belly) up so her stomach could be exposed. Her bottom lip was immediately tucked between her teeth as if it were an involuntary reflex. She used her middle and ring finger to jiggle the bottom of her belly before completely stripping her hoodie off and pulling her shirt that clung to her skin down.

She put her headphones on before tearing the food bags open and mindlessly shoving fries in her mouth while inspecting the rest of her orders.

She placed her feast in neat piles:

4 chicken sandwiches

12 boneless wings (easier to eat)

1 basket of fries

1 large mac and cheese

8 ranch dipping sauces

1 large Diet Coke (for balance of course), no ice

1 pint of Milk & Cookies ice cream

1 box of white cheddar Cheez it’s

She pouted as she reached into the empty fry container, not realizing she’d finished before she even got to sit down.

Placing her chair in front of her mirror, she sat down and spread her legs to make room for her stomach which already felt a little heavier.

She started with a sandwich. Her eyes rolled back as she took the biggest bite she could. The flavors were enhanced because of her inebriated state.

“Mmm,” a satisfied moan slipped out of her mouth.

She reached for a wing as she tried to rationalize her purchase.

The sandwiches were 2 for 1, I literally had to get them with the meal deal. She thought. And I only eat this crazy once a week. I deserve it.

She gulped down a quarter of her drink and let out a belch.

She giggled and excused herself before sticking her finger in her bellybutton.

I’ll save the two other sandwiches for tomorrow.

She finished off her sandwich whilst mindlessly scrolling through her social media before reaching for another one.

She cracked open one of the dipping sauces and poured it over her next bite. Another eye roll, moan, and a tap to the belly followed.

This process repeated itself until the second sandwich disappeared.

She pulled at the bottom of her shirt & the band of her bra, which was seemingly getting tighter and more uncomfortable with each fattening swallow.

She debated getting up to take it off but her greed overpowered this thought.

She cracked open the lid on the Mac and cheese before licking up a bite with her tongue. She chewed as she looked for a utensil in the bag but realized there were none.

“Always forgetting somethin’.” She whispered, annoyed.

She put the container up to her mouth and let gravity do the work until a mouthful of the greasy, gooey, fatty substance plopped her mouth. She poured some ranch directly into her mouth then put the rest on top of the remaining Mac & Cheese and decided she would finish it later when she got a utensil of her own.

Her focus was back on the wings. She plopped one into her mouth while still trying to take down the Mac and cheese.

“Fuck.” She exhaled between labored breaths, taking a break from chewing.

She placed her hand under her stomach for support. She suckef her fingers clean on the other hand before grabbing her gut from the side.

She whined, pouted, and squirmed at the sight in front of her. She looked like the definition of gluttony.

Her shirt was a little stained from the constant fondling, she could see the indent of the band of her bra was engulfed by her back rolls through her shirt, her shorts were basically hidden beneath her gut, and she was bloated beyond recognition.

This definitely wasn’t the biggest she’d looked, but it had been a while since she’d gone this far.

As she finally swallowed her food, she picked up her drink once again.

She pulled the band of her shorts over her gut and pulled her shirt down.

She turned to the side, lifted up her boobs with her arm, and started chugging.

She watched as her belly slowly but surely started poking out of her clothes. Every time she wanted to stop, she would simply look down and see more skin, and it gave her the push she needed to keep going.

Finally, she heard the rattle of the empty cup and threw it down before whining and burping uncontrollably.

She finally stood up to take her bra off but was taken aback by how much her gut weighed her down and how much of her skin was showing.

She hissed, finally begging to feel the effects of everything that was packed in her gut so far.

She couldn’t help but to slap, poke, and prod at her gut.

She pulled her shirt down but it bounced right back into place, exposing a good portion of her lower belly.

“Oh my god-“ she dragged before stuffing her finger into her bellybutton then shaking her distended gut.

She grabbed the ice cream that was partially melted and chugged it down whilst continuing her motion.

The creamy fattening treat coated her throat and started dripping down her chin a little.

She grabbed onto her belly as she continued taking gulps of the sweet treat.

She was so entranced in herself the she barely had time to react to the knock on her door.

“RA, swiping in.”

#bellyaz #fat belly #black feedism #ebony feedee #feedee encouragement #gaining weight on purpose #wg encouragement #wg story #stuffed feedee #feedee belly #weed intox #feeding kink #gaining fat #belly gainer #feedee girl #fat girls #fatty #feederist

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blushweddinggowns · 2 months ago

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Eddie never imagined that he could be this happy in Hawkins, Indiana.

He knew the first love thing was supposed to be intense, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. Amazing enough for him to want to scream from the rooftops about how Eddie fucking Munson got Steve Harrington to fall in love with him. But he didn’t, purely because Steve asked him not to.

Or at least not yet.

It made sense. He wasn’t out to anyone but Robin. He didn’t want to hear the entire party’s opinions, let alone all of the questions everyone would have. One wrong word in the right ear could easily get back to his parents, something that Steve was planning on avoiding for as long as possible.

Though… Eddie was pretty damn sure that Wayne knew. He hadn’t said anything but the way he looked at them sometimes…with that all knowing little smile. Like a constant joke that no one else was in on but him. Then again, if Eddie thought about it for longer than five seconds, it would be weirder for Wayne to think they weren’t together. You can’t have a platonic male friend in your bed every night for almost half a year without people making their own connections. Making out with Steve in front of him would be less shocking than bringing a girl home at this point. Still, Eddie didn’t tell Steve. Not when he thought they were being “sneaky.” He’d let him exist in their imagined secret bubble for a little while longer.

Even if it was getting harder to hide by the day.

It turned out that despite his lack of experience, Eddie fucking loved being a boyfriend. Particularly, Steve’s boyfriend. He loved it so much that he couldn’t help but find himself fantasizing about dumb shit.

Eddie could see it. A future together. What it would be like to officially move in with him, a place all their own. Coming home to him everyday. Showing him off, somewhere far, far away from here. Being together for years, years that could turn to decades, decades that could end in forever.

It was too early for Eddie to be this locked in when it came to Steve. It was stupid and Eddie knew it, but that didn’t make the thoughts go away.

Eddie never thought he’d be one of these people. He used to be the type to laugh at the hopeless romantics. But now here he was, daydreaming about the two of them riding off into the sunset together.

He was down bad. Real fucking bad. Like a damn movie. If anything, it was starting to get a little scary. The intensity of it all. His feelings weren’t calming down with time. They were only getting worse.

He just… loved Steve. He loved being around him. He loved listening to him. He loved his silly jokes, his big hair, his poorly hidden sweetness, his bed head. He loved it all.

So, Eddie found a balance. Little ways to get his Steve fixes without being too clingy. But still guaranteeing he wouldn’t go a day without seeing him. Night time just wasn’t enough. So if Steve had a long day shift, Eddie started making a habit of making lunch for him. He didn’t see a reason why not when he was usually just bumming it at home anyway.

He liked doing it. Liked it enough to learn how to cook some shit outside of mac and cheese. Nothing crazy. But a few weeks in he had to admit, he had become a god at making good sandwiches.

It helped that it always made Steve blush so pretty when Eddie dropped it off for him. Sweet enough for that one face to put Eddie into a good mood for the rest of the day.

He didn’t think he was making it too obvious that they were deliriously in love at his job. Even if he could feel Robin staring holes in the back of his head every time she was there to witness it. Eddie had learned to ignore it. Until the day he couldn't.

It was his own fault for lingering after dropping Steve’s lunch off. He had gotten too caught up in the horror section, too busy looking over the new releases to realize she was sneaking up on him.

“So can I be clued in on the schedule for you two eye-fucking or will it always be a surprise?” He heard her pipe up behind him, “The latter means you’ll have to start providing compensation.”

from the newest chapter of this fic

#fic update #steddie #steddie brainrot #im so sloooooow #but shes here #oh no not me id never lose control

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delulu4dean · 1 year ago

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“Five Gum…”

Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you don’t get like confused <3 )

Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader

Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Dean’s autistic child, and they have a lot in common.

Word Count: 1,278

Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You don’t know what Castiel is to your dad, they say they’re best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.

You didn’t mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean don’t get. You assumed it’s because Castiel didn’t know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when you’re confused, and both don’t understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Dean’s kid, you’re a mini-Cas.

“So what are we doing today?” Castiel asks you.

“I know my dad is protective, but you really don’t need to babysit me, I’m 18. I am an adult,” you explain to Castiel.

“That’s not why he leaves me with you, he just doesn’t want you to get lonely.”

You nod, understanding. Today you’re probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. He’ll be reading something, you’ll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how it’s going. It’s always worked that way.

And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called “parallel play.” At least that’s what it’s called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.

“You wear that jacket all the time, why?” he asks.

“It brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you don’t need to. Why is that?” you throw the question right back at him.

“I suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,” he concludes.

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castiel’s occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunker’s kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh thanks. When did we get these?” you raise an eyebrow.

“I got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods we’ve been getting weren’t the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.”

A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever you’re eating food you really like. And if it’s super good, you’ll kick your feet a little too.

You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign “thank you” in ASL, something you do when you don’t feel like talking much. It’s a thing you do with everyone, you’ve taught them basic signs like “yes” or “no” or “please” or “thank you” or “food” or “water” to communicate when you don’t feel like talking.

“No problem,” Cas responds, smiling at you.

You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but you’re not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and you’re drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.

“You drew that? That’s me,” he says, and you nod. “I love it.”

You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book he’s reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.

“Dicks out for Harambe,” you blurt out, not thinking.

Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didn’t think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.

“Who is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,” Castiel asks.

You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but there’s no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining “dicks out for Harambe” to Castiel.

“It’s an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,” you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.

“How is that paying respect?”

“Well it isn’t… it’s a joke…”

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” he bluntly says.

“It is… to younger people I guess,” you shrug.

“And you said it because…?”

“I said it to fill the silence.”

Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. It’s one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Park’s “Numb.”

“Why are we watching this?” you finally ask.

“You seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,” Cas answers you.

“That reminds me,” you say, running to your room to grab something quick.

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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks.

You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.

“Five gum!” you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. “Stimulate your senses!”

“I think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,” Castiel explains to Dean.

“Yeah, I know what they meant, Cas,” Dean chuckles. “You two have fun while we were gone?”

You and Cas both nod.

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A/N sorry if this is silly, I’m autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Dean’s autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesn’t represent everyone with autism :)

#castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #dean x child!reader #dad!dean #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x you

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satureja13 · 2 months ago

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After a while, the Boys didn't even bother to put their uniforms on, like the protocol demands. The communication system is broken, so there's no one to judge or punish them. Skully continued to sing eerie space songs. This time: The Carpenters - Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft

'And please come in peace, we beseech you Only our love we will teach them Our Earth may never survive So do come, we beg you

Please, interstellar policeman Oh won't you give us a sign Give us a sign That we've reached you Oh do'

Jeb broke the spell by asking: "So, why are Vlad and Ji Ho wearing the same sleeping shirts? You wore them long before you even bonded." Vlad shook his head and started to explain: "No. No, no. It's not just Ji Ho and me, we..." Jack cleared his throat and interrupted him: "I guess it's time to tell the real story behind these shirts." *He waved at the others to gather closer* Jack: "It was the time when we still lived at the Space (Balls) Bar & Grill & Residence - Sai, Vlad and I. Just a few days before Sai dragged Ji Ho in. We'd been very poor then, even more than now. Sai and Vlad had their jobs beside school, so I was responsible for the rest. (Editor's note: Jack is referring to the happenings from Chapter 1. If you want to read about how they met and came to live together - it's -> here)

Jack: "Barfolomew, the owner and our caretaker, just came back in. He sniffed the food I was about to cook: 'Ohh, great - you're already cooking. I'm so hungry. Thought you're still busy with the laudry.' The laundry! I'd totally forgotten about that! You know, when I'm hungry - I'm hungry." Sai: "We all know that, Jack." Jack: "Yes, you do. Because you know me so well. And love me nevertheless. Can I go on now?" Sai just snorted a laugh and waved dismissively at Jack to continue his extended version of the happenings... And why not? They have nothing else do out here anyway.

Jack: "So I grabbed the laundry and went outside to start the washer. Vlad had already told me he ran out of shirts so I started the machine with the black clothes first." Sai shook his head: "That's so you. He told you he ran out of shirts and you still forgot... But, to be fair, you prospered a lot since then."

Jack: "I was confused because I forgot which program I had to run for the black clothes and that was when Barfolomew sniffed again and yelled because my Mac and Cheese started to burn... *Sai groaned something that sounded like 'omg Jack'* ...a bit..." Sai shuddered: "That must have been around the time when we started to eat sandwiches, I guess..."

Jack: "The droid in the backyard had mercy and told me which program to choose. Remind this for later."

Jack: "The washer was finally running and I ran back to the kitchen. This was going to be a long evening..." Vlad became impatient because he wanted to know why Jack, his best friend, didn't tell him the truth about a simple shirt: "This is going to be a long evening - where is this going, Jack?" Jack: "This would be going much faster if you wouldn't interrupt me all the time!"

Jack: "The droid cackled and beeped something after me which I didn't understood at this point. So I wished him a nice evening too and went inside to resume rescue my Mac and Cheese."

Jack: "So I cooked, we ate and then I played some Sabacc with Vlad... and then Vlad said: 'I can't believe you already finished your homework.' and I said: 'Dammit!' "

Jeb: "Let me guess: you forgot about the laundry?" Jack: "And about my homework too - you know me so well, my dear friend." Jack: "When I went to the yard to hang up the laundry, I found all the clothes ruined because that little droid scum made me choose the hottest program... He was clever enough to scoot off before I could dismantle him like his friend we'd turned into a grill after he broke. Which was probably the reason he told me me to choose that wrong program - revenge for his friend... In hindsight it should have made me suspicious that he always hung around that droid-turned-grill and made weeping sounds..."

Jeb: "Oh my..." Sai: " You can say that out loud for the people in the back! We were so happy when Ji Ho moved in and gave us some time to breathe." Jeb gaze went to a point in the far distance: "I thought the same when I went to the rooftop to ask him out for prom. He stood there, hanging up the laundry..." Sai and Vlad stared at Jeb... Jeb: "Eh sorry." But there's no way denying what Ji Ho means to Jeb.

...to be continued

TMI: Karen Carpenter from 'The Carpenters' was a drummer! I do not know about many famous female drummers. That's awesome. Sadly she died at only 33 years old.

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

Oh my, I've been wanting Jack to share this story for years! I thought Chestnut Ridge or Selvadorada would have been a good opportunity for some story telling at the campfire. Or at their new home in Tomarang. But it had never been the (right) time for it. And even I was surprised. I only learned about the whole of it when I took the screenshots the day before yesterday. And that's the reason why I'm still so hooked. There's so much I still don't know about them.

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lyrenminth · 1 year ago

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The one who got away

Angst. Fwb situation with Justin.

In another life

I would be your girl

We keep all our promises

Be us against the world.

You didn't know how it began. These dirty feelings for him. The way your heartbeat increases watching him making you a sandwich after fucking the life out of you. It was unnatural, unwanted, unexpected.

It was unreasonable knowing damn well you weren't ready for a relationship. But you enjoyed the way the treated you, how smooth his skin was, how strong he was not having a problem fucking you standing up, how his hips connected with yours and how raspy and masculine his hands felt while touching your body.

And you didn't want to think about the other side. The side it that made your mind betray every rational thought. The side that made you dream of a house with a beautiful garden and little children with blond hair and slint eyes running all over the place. The side that made your heart hurt.

You had your life's plan already and that never include a 6'6 athletic man in the mix, and for once you wanted to follow your path after fighting for a ounce of independence with your family. You could hear Meg voice telling you "don't lose your mind for a dick" and she knew better than you in many aspects.

But you looked at him, all focused cutting the sandwich in a perfect half (like you like it) and pouring grape juice (your favorite) in a tall glass. You knew it was a dangerous territory to have this family dynamics with him, but you couldn't stop.

And Justin looked like he didn't want either. You saw each other at least twice a week, only to undress each other, but everything started when he asked to stay a little more time. Suddenly, you were having deep conversations about football and your deeply dislike of mac-and-cheese. Sharing silly stories from your childhoods, those he would never share with the media.

The mistake of Justin was paying attention to you like he actually care. And you mistake was believe that he actually care.

Now you were pondering in that horrible and hurtful question: are we fuck buddies or something else? And the answer was unclear for you too. Because you can't...you must not like him.

Your dreams were first. You were first. You traveling schedule, your clothing brand, your goal of becoming someone important by your own right. Having Justin in that equation with his almost-celebrity status tainted your purpose. You weren't Gisele Bündchen.

"Here you have" he said, giving you your plate and sitting next to you. He made two sandwiches for himself, you knew how much he liked to eat. He was a big foodie just like you.

You still felt the spams in your core, the emptiness of something missing. It was to early to fuck again? Your libido with him was always high. How annoying.

"Thank you" you started eating avoiding looking at his beautiful face.

"I was wondering if you are going to stay in LA for the next week?" he asked, cleaning his lips with a napkin.

"Yeah, I leave in two weeks" you put your sandwich down, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to punch yourself. "Why?"

"Umm" he played with his napkin. Was he nervous? "I got an extra ticket for the game, and if you want it it's yours"

You frowned. How agressive were those damn butterflies?

"Someone in your family can't go?" it must be. It has to be.

"Yeah, something like that" he looked at you, and your eyes went to his lips as usual.

"We say no public sightings" it was a rule he proposed. "Technically, we are not going to be together" he said.

Stay true to yourself. You can deal with a broken heart, you can't live his ways. Stay true to yourself. Love come and goes.

You bit your lip, and lower your gaze. It was your fault for allowing these interactions. The truth was you were scared, you didn't want to lose yourself but you enjoyed his company.

"What do you say?" his tone was so kind and hopeful that made you want to run away and throwing yourself at him in happiness. All at the same time.

You didn't want to know how he felt about you. Maybe he was in love, maybe he wasn't.

You sighed, not hungry anymore. You turned around to face him.

"Justin, I can't" it was the truth, it was the painful truth. "I can't go to your games, and I can't keep doing this" you move your hand between your bodies "I-um...I-" you gasped for air, feeling the knot in your throat "We agree this was something casual"

Maybe in another life. In another moment of your life. But not that night.

"I know" was all he said, frowning.

"Then, let's keep it casual, ok?"

"Yeah" he sounded sad? It was your imagination.

"I mean...I don't want to catch feelings and going to your games and all that stuff" your shake your head "It's going to erase the lines. I need the lines, Justin"

"Okay"

"Maybe we need a time apart too" he laughed without fun at you proposal "I don't want to catch feelings" you repeated "And you have tons of choices, I mean there are girls throwing themselves at you. You aren't going to starve" you joked trying to light the mood.

Then you saw how he closed himself. His expression hardened and you swore his eyes lost all shine.

"If that's what you want" he said, serious.

I don't know what I want, dumbass.

"It's what I need"

He only nodded. Yup, he was mad. But why? He started cleaning the table, you noticed he didn't eat much too.

"I'm going to call an Uber" you stated, understanding he didn't want you there, you started looking for you phone.

"It's too late. I'm gonna take you to your house" he declared.

It's something you liked about him, he could be mad but he wasn't an asshole.

"You don't have to" you find your purse, and took out your phone.

"Don't argue with me. It's late, it's dangerous. I know you don't want to spend more time with me but at least let me take you to your house so I know you're safe" he sounded bitter, and sad.

Wow. You stopped what you were doing only to look at him. He turned around, avoiding your gaze, like looking at you was unbearable.

"Thank you" you whispered.

The car ride was silent. And you were doubting your decisions. Maybe it was too soon? Too harsh? When you building complex appeared in sight you were about to cry. Why? You were the one who asked for it. You looked at his hands, his strong thighs and his stern look...oh.

"Thank you for the ride" you said, clenching to your purse. A heavy energy settle between both. You noticed he was holding tight the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

"You're welcome"

"Thank you for everything" he shook his head slightly at your words. His Adam's apple moving up and down. "Good luck for the rest of you seasons. I truly believe you are a great athlete, and you must be proud of yourself"

He took a deep sigh. "You don't have to do this" he declared, you heart sank "Good night"

And that's how you knew it was over.

"Bye"

In the next month you spend trying to get rid of him. You told your friend to help you to keep your mind free of him. You avoid watching his games, or being closer to anything related to him. It was relatively easy since you never went public with him. But the ache you felt made you sleepless and weak. You cried whole nights, realizing that you miss him. His scent, his dry sense of humor, his warm body, his hugs after sex, how good he made you feel.

Your dreams were the only thing you clinched for dear life. It was the reason you took that decision. Somehow, you didn't find it enough at that moment.

The nail in the coffin was to block his number and unfollow him from social media. After that you become a workaholic, traveling here and there, meetings with others brands, designing new clothes. Efficiency was your second name.

Everything was falling into place, but during some nights you would miss him. The sex, the intimacy. You had to fight against some actions, including stalk him or watch interviews. It was bad because he was a quarterback, face of a franchise. One Subway commercial and you were ready to unblock him. It was pathetic.

You were too stubborn to call him. To admit it. To give a second chance. And you had to learn to live without him.

Because you were the one afraid. The one who got away.

#justin herbert #Justin Herbert fanfiction #Justin Herbert angst #Justin Herbert x reader #nfl #almost lovers

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clarkes-and-god · 9 months ago

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"What are you guys gonna draw? I went shopping with my mommy and she got me new shoes so I'm gonna draw the shoes! They light up when I run fast and they have Elsa on."

"That's so cool! I went to my aunty and uncle's house for my cousin's birthday party, he's 6 now and his cake looked like a car! He got a racecar set too, I think he likes cars. What did you do, Mandy?"

"I looked after Neveah and Travis! My mommy was at work and my big brother went to his friend's house so I got to do it all by myself like a big kid! Normally Tyson makes us mac and cheese or something for lunch but he said I'm too little and I might burn myself so I made sandwiches for me and Neveah instead. I gave Travis his bottle too!"

"You can stay home all by yourself? Sometimes my mommy and daddy go out, but then my babysitter-"

"Sofia, Nia, you girls start drawing your pictures, ok? Mandy, you come over here for a minute."

"Am I in trouble, Ms Fisher? I'm really sorry, I promise I won't do it again."

"You're really not in trouble, sweetheart. I just want to hear more about what you did this weekend. Can you tell me what you just told Sofia and Nia?"

"Oh, I looked after my little brother and sister! Mommy was at work and Daddy was busy so I was helping! Normally my brother looks after them, but he went to Jaxon's house so I was a big girl and did it by myself. I made cereal for me and Neveah when we woke up, and I gave Travis his bottle. Neveah wanted to watch TV but we're not allowed to do that when Daddy's home 'cuz it's too noisy and he was in his bedroom. So we played with the dolls instead, and then I had to change Travis because he had a stinky butt! And then it was lunch so I made ham sandwiches, they were yummy. Daddy left when we were eating lunch, I think he was going to the store. So then we watched TV until he came back, and then Mommy came home from work. I was so helpful, when Daddy got back he said I was a good girl!"

"Thank you so much for telling me, Mandy. Do you want to tell me anything else about home?"

"Did I say something wrong, Ms Fisher? You look sad, I didn't wanna make you sad!"

"You didn't say anything wrong, sweetheart. You were really brave for telling me that, ok? You can go back to your drawing now if you don't have anything else say about it,

#mandy #cherish #tobias #yes mandy u tell that mandated reporter!!!#fundie sims #quiverfull sims #fundie snark #fundie simblr #modest sims #satire #homeschool sims

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stqrnlvs · 1 month ago

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"from just a mukbang" c.s. part 1

warnings: food sexualizing *sigh* i know i know, smut, oral (m!receiving), bad language, face fucking, pet names, LONGGG BUILDUP!!!

summary: you and the triplets film a dave's hot chicken and wingstop mukbang (nooo lmaoo I'm not hungry rn....) and chris' mind is filled with the images of you eating chicken strips

me and chris hard launched a while ago, but I haven't been in him and his brothers' videos yet. some fans have asked, and now they shall receive.

the seating has changed, im in the back with chris while nick sits in the passengers while matt in the drivers. nick introduces the tiktok video, giving a summary of what we have in styrofoam boxes. "hey guys, today we're here with a special guest! (points to me) we are gonna be trying the popular dave's hot chicken, along with wingstop."

we decided to film a tiktok first, and continue to film throughout us also filming for the youtube video. we started off with something not of the topic for the video. "chicken wings or chicken tenders?" I ask, looking around the car.

"wings. all the way, there's no argument," nick says confidently. "well, I feel like it depends who makes it," matt starts. "please, save us the essay," nick sighs while shushing matt. he just rolls his eyes and looks back at chris and i.

"tenders? hello? they're so much better, you guys are tweaking," chris chuckles to his brothers. "I have to agree. the bones and the veins (I hold back a gag) just make me lose my appetite. but I do sorta agree with matt- it really depends who makes that," I say as everyone nods their heads. chris gives me a high-five while smiling.

nick films a segment on his phone. "hot honey tenders!" I squeal and kick my feet in excitement. "I've been dying to try this," I say, holding up a tender to the camera. i quickly take a sip out of my drink before eating the tender in sync with everyone else. "oh"s and "mmm"s fill up the car, as well as more nodding.

"this is actually so fire," chris states with his mouth full. i playfully slap his arm. "manners?" I giggle. he just rolls his eyes. "I really like the slight spiciness, it's not too much, y'know?" matt says. we all nod our heads to that (again).

"i literally have to rate this like- a ten," I smile, looking at the camera next to nick's phone. "i'd say a nine," matt adds as he takes another bite. "a nine is doable," nick says as chris "mhm"s in agreement. i take another long sip of my drink, feeling chris' eyes on me. "woah, chill," he says as he hears my loud, thirsty gulps. i roll my eyes as I take another monstrous sip.

"medium tender," nick says as he takes a tender to show his phone. "I got reaper because I'm not a pussy," i giggle. chris whispers a "sure," as i slap his arm again, and we all take a bite. i decide to put up a show and take a large bite, getting a large amount of seasoning. "holy fuck," i pant, reaching for my drink as collective chuckles fill the car.

"alright, babe?" chris asks with faux concern. "shut up shut up shut up," I repeat like a mantra. he shrugs at the camera, while I'm dying next to him. "too much," I whine. i see chris' stature tense slightly.

"alright, while she passes away, here are the voodoo fries-" "you guys don't care about me," I fake cry, cutting off matt's sentence. he just sighs as they all take a bite. the spice calms down slightly, and take a bite right after. "oh, that reaper tender was an absolute zero by the way," I coughed as they all came to a rating for their medium's.

"so far, which one's better?" chris asked. "wingstop- for sure-" I said, my mouth still tingly. he laughs as everyone agrees with me. we rate the fries a nine again before moving on to the dave's hot chicken sliders. "I saw a hack where you put pickles and mac n' cheese on the meat," I say. they murmur in agreement as we place slabs on the pasta and pickles in our sandwiches.

"i figured the reaper would end me, so I only got mild this time," I said. i decided to dip my sandwich in the vat of ranch I got from wingstop. we all chew in silence, trying to get the flavors. "this shit is bussin'" chris says as nick rolls his eyes and matt covers his face in his hands.

"this is so good, i need this like- everyday," I giggle. "what's the rating babe?" I turn to chris, still demolishing his sandwich. "ten," he says with his mouth full again. "I agree with that," I say as I take a bite of the plain mac n' cheese. "so fucking creamy," I say to myself as I take another bite.

we all agree on a ten for the sliders as we eat the last thing- mango habanero tenders. "mine's shaped like a fucking dick-" I laugh as I show both cameras. "I'll take it!" nick exclaims as we all laugh. i take one large bite, my eyebrows furrowing as my mouth is met with spice again. "hot," I whine. "okay, I'll dip it in ranch," I say as I smother it in the ranch cup.

i show the camera as i smile widely. i take another large bite, having about one more left in the tender. "two bites and you're almost done? holy shit," matt laughs as he has about a quarter eaten, same with his brothers. i feel ranch on sides of my mouth, while some slides down my chin.

"napkin," i say to chris with my mouthful who was already staring, but snapped awake at my words. he passes me a napkin as I finish chewing and wiping the remainder of the ranch. "pretty good," I said while taking a large swallow. "i'd say like... 8.5?" I ask while we all reach a consensus. we agree on a nine before starting the actual video and ending the tiktok.

"thanks for eating with us and until next time!" nick says as he presses the red square. "man, that was delish," he sighs as he puts his phone away.

we then ramble about random topics, me and matt getting heated about the best animated series. from another video, this isn't his first time talking about this topic. "spongebob squid-" I sigh as I shake my head and give up as he turns his attention to nick.

i nudge chris' arm, as he's being awfully silent after the mukbang. "you good?" I ask, placing my hand over his on the middle seat. he only nods quickly as I rub his hand before jumping back into conversation.

chris does contribute to some topics, but now the video ends. we grab our trash and walk back into the house. i decide to stay the night (my stuff has a separate space in chris' closet) and walk downstairs with chris. it's already around three in the morning, so what everyone wants to do is sleep.

but not chris.

sorry i've been gone for sooooo long!!! i'm trying to find the motivation buuut I am on winter breakkk :)

#sturniolo triplets #smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic

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burningblizzard224 · 2 months ago

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I wish I knew every version of you

I know one of them, and bits of the rest.

Post 2022, Virgil, you. I know you, I know your favorite sandwich, the way you sit with bad posture, your partner, the way you make box Mac n cheese on thanksgiving, how the wind makes you cry, the light jingle of your bag, how you type, (how you type.), your love for art, your caring for people, how you have a spreadsheet of times youve cried, your pro nouns, your job, your classes, the stress of checking your grades and seeing dollar signs, your laugh, your voice, “yeah?”, how you almost cant help yourself from comforting people even though you’re not always sure how, the way you feel so light in someone’s arms when sleeping yet so present in a hug, the way your face reacts when you say something, how you can’t let go of things, you hold onto anything from a person you care about, how you lay on a couch by yourself because it still smells like them, you don’t like to shower, rather you don’t like committing to a shower, you check apps over and over again even if you know they aren’t going to post, “I don’t know what it is like not to have deep emotions. Even if I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” You’re not very good at sitting in silence, especially being still in silence, you seem so free to me, a bird who’s flying yet has so many threads pulling them back down, while Icarus couldn’t fly to high he also couldn’t fly to low, your voice, I’ve always done voices in my head but yours is different as in it’s not me doing your voice but it’s your voice, your bony hips elbows and knees, you cant lay down on the floor for to long, your bony hips have nerds sitting in a closet from years ago, your room is you, I wish you sometimes wore contacts because I think you believe you look wrong without glasses, you have only finished the cheddars pasta twice, after everything it’s still you.

Thats the only you I’ve known, but I can see the other ones in poems, photos and stories

Circa 2021 Virgil you talk about like a bad phase, who you’re embarrassed about, yet I think this is still who writes most of your poems, your phone is your friend, thats where you can watch a bunch of people play Minecraft and pretend that everything is ok, is he still in your life?, he’s still in your mind today, a ghost who haunts the words that you write, you’re starting to realize how people can lie, why would you lie, this you shaped modern day you more than almost anyone, you didn’t tell your mom about Least Favorite Only Child, you’re not an only child, when’s the last time you weren’t, are you an only child on cookie day?, drunk people scare you, you never liked Derik because of that, your clothes scream at you, has Addison Grace released that song yet?, you have friends yet feel empty, you look uncomfortable at a lunch table at times, why is everything sad, why are all these things sad, why have you become so sad, it didn’t start here, but it’s loud here, it’s so loud, yet no one will listen, why won’t anyone listen?

You did the lip sync every year, I wish I had it my camera roll, you’re different, you’re different from you, from those around you, from wanting a different name that comes from that weird kid show, to your hair, to how you dress, but you still had died hair, you change your name, you say I want sad young but I don’t think you were far behind, you’re fully aware you’re not straight, “she/her” starts sounding wrong, your Halloween costumes always impress me in photos, yet some photos you just look uncomfortable, I know less and less about you the farther we go back, yet I wish I knew every version of you

You eat chocolate so odd, eating the actual chocolate part then the middle, I wonder just how blonde your hair was, your name, I don’t know if I’ve even said it, you listen to your dad’s music in the car, your school has a giant hill in it that sucks, I think we would’ve been friends, I wish we were friends, you really are an artist, and I wish I knew more, you still have many of your stuffed animals, I wonder when you actually got Max, Mim and Jaya, the way you talk about friends is the most i think I hear this version of you, or when talking about your sister, you just want to know your cool sister, she talks about a letter you wrote for her in class, I wish you saw the smile she had on her face when we had that conversation.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 28 days ago

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Congrats on 7k! Also, thank you for making people smile and giggle uncontrollably! :)

Start sign: I'm a Libra

A fact about me: I enjoy a lot of old tv shows (1950s-present). I'm an 80s and 90s lover. I listen to Coldplay, Post Malone, Ed Sheeran, ACDC. I love any food with cheese, like mac 'n cheese and grilled cheese. I also love pb & j sandwiches. I recently realized how much I enjoy traveling.

Sibling order: Oldest, I have a younger brother

Favourite personality trait: Intelligence (very much like Hermione Granger, I've been told), creativity (I'm pretty damn crafty). I'm also an introvert and people tend to naturally gravitate towards me (I honestly don't know why).

Least favourite personality trait: Self-criticism, anxious, stubborn, and indecisive (I'm very impartial, neutral, and peaceful, so that's why it's so hard for me to make decisions sometimes, especially ones that involve taking sides).

Favourite subject: I'm actually in college (film student!), but if we're talking high school subjects then english, drama, and science. Funny story, I developed a love for science in the third grade thanks to tasm Peter Parker.

What I find most attractive in men: Protectiveness, loyalty, integrity, good humour and respect for others. Honestly, he's just got to be a really good guy at heart. I like a guy who's a little mischievous, cocky and a wee bit impulsive because it allows for spontaneity in a fun way (which I lack because I plan everything out). I'm very into the 'opposites attract' trope because it's fun to learn new things about the other person. For physical features, I'd say I'm crazy for pretty eyes, great hair, and a decent build.

Congrats, again. You are absolutely amazing! You give so many people reasons to smile and as someone who has been inspired by you and your work, I just want to say thank you. Also, happy holidays and all the best in the new year! Sending love and happiness your way! 💜

7k celebration game

omg you’re so sweet thank you!!

I was already thinking tasm and the name drop of him just solidified it, so im gonna be giving you peter 3 parker

he’s a really cool dude and knows lots about music and film so he’ll be a great person to enjoy it with, especially as he appreciates it. and that guy is always down for a grilled cheese, preferably late at night after spidey activities. and he can take you to some really cool places and if you’re not afraid of heights, can take you to oversee some places you’ve never been able to before. he’s also very clever so that means you can have some really advanced conversations. your traits and favourite subject pair soooo so well with him. I know you said you’re into opposites attract, but literally everything you’re saying screams tasm peter (maybe bc you seem very similar and compatible??) but he’s loyal, good at heart, caring, selfless, funny, serious when needed, mischievous, has great hair, got pretty eyes, literally everything you mentioned

omg i might actually ball my eyes out bc that’s so lovely!!!! thank you so so so much and hope the new year is kind to you bc you deserve it🫶

#celebration game

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made-ofmemories · 10 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

Saying fuck it this Friday by posting what is without doubt the best part of what I am still calling 'Earthquake fic'. Moodboard and brief synopsis can be found here.

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Chim lets out a low whistle when he follows Eddie into the kitchen which is fair. A tornado could have passed through and Eddie thinks it would look better than it does right now. There’s a stack of dishes from breakfast next to the sink that Buck won’t be able to get through even with as hard as he’s currently trying, the table is littered with the aftermath of last minute sandwich making and lunch packing.

“Buck, can you go find Chris? It should not take 15 minutes to brush his teeth, you’re both going to be late.” Eddie says as he packs up the last of Chris’ lunch, a juice box and some fruit that will inevitably arrive home uneaten, but at least he tries to offer something more nutritional than a PB&J and pretzels.

“Yeah.” Buck rinses off the dish he’s holding sets it aside, then pauses on his way out of the room to add. “Oh, I forgot to tell you there’s enough leftovers in the fridge for tonight but you’ll have to figure out something for tomorrow. I’ll grab groceries after my shift too.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I can manage dinner for one night. Chris won’t mind takeout, we’ll save you some for breakfast.”

“I thought you said you could cook now?” Buck teases. “How did you survive before you met me? On sandwiches?”

“Mostly boxed mac ’n’ cheese and abuelas cooking, but yes.”

Buck shakes his head, giving him a dopey little grin before he leaves the room with a call of Chris’ name. Chim clears his throat Eddie forgot he was there and whips around to face him so quickly it makes his head spin in a way it hasn’t since the first day he got injured.

“You two didn’t pull a Bobby and Athena and get married without inviting us did you?”

“What?” He knows he’s messed up the moment the word comes out of his mouth sounding nowhere as casual as he was hoping for.

“Oh come on, I’ve lived with Buck before and I can promise you it was not like-” There’s a vague and somewhat frantic gesture around the room, “This. You’re totally married.”

“Just because he helps out with Chris and occasionally picks up groceries does not mean we’re married.” He thinks about adding that Buck used to do all of those things before he moved in anyway, but decides that probably would not help the situation.

“Whatever, man, but maybe ask yourself why he’s been so willing to sleep on your couch for the better part of two months instead of looking for a place of his own.” Eddie’s face must do something without his permission because Chim’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “He is sleeping on your couch, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says like the liar that he is. “Where else would he be sleeping?”

Chim drops it after one more suspicious glare. The tension is defused a moment later when Buck comes barrelling in to grab Chris lunch and exchange hurried goodbyes.

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Tagging: @ladydorian05 @nmcggg @your-catfish-friend @jesuiscenseedormir @exhuastedpigeon @the-amber-raven

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #earthquake fic #fuck it friday #buddie wip

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pshyco-pshyc-fan · 24 days ago

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•The Old Helps Form the New•

Summary—Buck has plans to meet up with an old 'friend' of his from college who had just moved to LA with his brother. After going their separate ways they lost contact and now he can finally reconnect with him. The day of a parking garage collapses and the 118 is on scene, where they find a teenage trapped with his older brother.

Ships—Buck/Eddie

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

+sexuality headcannons•

Mac Simons

(Walker Scobell)

Age 15

They/He

Pansexual +Demi boy

"Can someone tell me what this shit says"

-Reading cursive-

Mike Simons

(Dylan O'Brien)

Age 30

He/Him

Gay +Cis

"That's bullshit I'm fine"

-Said right before passing out-

Evan "Buck" Buckley

He/Him

Bisexual + Cis

Eddie Diaz

He/Him

GAY+Cis

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

She/Her

Lesbian + Cis

Howard "Chimney" Han

He/Him

Straight + Cis

Bobby Nash

He/Him

smth not straight+ Cis

Maddie Buckley

She/Her

Pansexual+Cis

Athena Grant

She/Her

Straight +Cis

The first chapter is set the day after Buck and Tommy break up(ep.6)

BUDDIE 2025 PLEASE 🙏

Ok have fun reading hope you like it

ps: this is my first time writing a fanfic so srry if it's bad lmao

•Lunch Plans•

Mike and Mac Simons were new to LA, only having lived there for about a month and some change. The two brothers had a 15 year age gap, and people would often confuse Mike for Mac's biological father. Mike was preparing a simple lunch for the two of them, his eyes lingering on his phone where a contact sat open the last message being from almost 5 years ago. As he was distracted making food Mac came up to him and looked over at his phone.

"Really Mike? You still haven't texted him!" Mac grabbed a slice of cheese and hopped up on one of the island stools. He sat head in his hands waiting for his brother's response

"No...it's too awkward. We haven't talked in almost 5 years" Mike gave his brother a plate with a sandwich filled to the brim with anything and everything that could go on a sandwich, besides mayo because 'it ruins the bread duh'. "What would i even say?" Mike starts on his own sandwich—a pretty plain ham and cheese—as Mac moves to the fridge to grab an ice tea.

"You're overthinking it, just say something like..." Mac sits down and stokes his chin for a moment, faking deep thoughts. "Hey Evan, i know we haven't talked in a while but i just moved to LA with my super cool little brother who would love to meet you. Would you like to catch up over some coffee?" He then takes a giant bite of his sandwich as Mike finishes his and grabs a coke from the fridge rolling his eyes at Mac.

"Is all of that necessary?" Mac looks up at him and nods mater of factly.

"Yup! everything, word for word. Nothing different" They both laugh a little until Mac speaks up again. "You should text him, like actually. I doubt he would be upset...he should understand why...you know" Mac put his head down losing that mood of teasing he just had.

"Hey...i chose to take you in Mac, nothing that happened with me or anyone else was because of that. Now finish your sandwich i spent way too much food on that for you to not eat it all" Mac smiled and looked up as his brother laughing a little.

"Ok loser, now text your friend before i steal your phone and do it myself. I think we both know how that will end up" Mac goes back to eating and Mike takes a minute to look at his phone. The contact reads 'Evan🦌'. He and Evan talked about his nickname one time before they completely lost contact so he thought it would help to remember it. His hand shaking slightly he picks up his phone and starts typing

'Hey Evan, It's Mike. Me and Mac just moved to LA and i was wondering if you were free to catch up over lunch sometime soon?'. After he clicked send his phone went face down on the table as he finished his food. A smug yet proud smile filling Mac's face as he saw his brother finally man up.

The phone buzzed not even 5 minutes later and Mike immediately reached for it clicking on the message

'Hey! long time no talk. I'd love to meet up soon does Saturday at around 7 work? Also tell Mac i said hi and i can't wait to actually meet him!'

A smile filled Mike's face as he wrote back a quick message agreeing to the time and mentioning that Mac was exited to meet him too

"Well? what did he say huh!" Mac piped up after watching Mike finish writing.

"hm? oh—Saturday at 7, and he says hi and that he can't wait to meet you" A smile sits with both of them for the next few minutes until Mac mentions something Mike had completely forgotten about.

"You need new clothes...i guess we both do" They had cleaned out old or just unliked clothes before moving and still hadn't gone to get anything new

"Shit-i forgot about that...well we could always go on Saturday before hand?" Mike was now moving to cleaning up the mess from lunch

"wow...and you wonder where i get the procrastination from" Mac smiles and helps out Mike with cleaning up. A nice plan and a fun day out for Saturday, followed by a possibility awkward as hell dinner with Mike's ex-best friend (and kinda ex but that's a separate thing to unpack)

•Confusion and Catastrophe•

It was finally Saturday and Buck was ready to get off work. It was currently 2 pm and a pretty q-word day, low priority cases, and an hour or two with no calls. Bobby was serving a small lunch, constantly looking at his phone when the bell rang and they all suited up. This was the first time all day they had a high priority emergency.

"Cap, what's the situation. You seem a little serious?" Chim was the first to break the odd silence that filled the truck. Bobby didn't answer for a moment looking back down at his phone.

"I can't get ahold of Athena or May, last i talked to them they were near the scene" The truck went silent as they all understood what this could mean. A large parking garage had collapsed with most areas being fully demolished, along with the underground shopping area attached being damaged in the process.

"I'm sure they're fine Bobby. They're probably just helping out" Hen piped in doing her best to keep Bobby out of his head and focusing on the dangers ahead. He only nodded as his phone lay open and only silence filled the ride.

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"MAC!" Mike shouted out trying to wake up his brother. His eyes closed as he didn't move an inch. "Mac i swear to god get up." Mike pushed him a little hoping to just get him up or somewhat awake.

"Hm—huh! Oh shit what time is it?" Mac was finally awake, rolling out of bed hair wrapped around his face flying in all different directions.

"It's almost 10, get ready. We'll get Starbucks on the way" Mike rolled his eyes at his little brother's terrible sleep schedule and went back to the living area to watch TV. Mac on the other hand rummaged through his closet looking for a decent outfit—he didn't want to look bad! What if he ran into the love of his life or something? After a few minutes of digging and tossing he found a decent enough outfit. His hair was next, but it was different to take care of in California. The weather was much different so his hair routine was too, anti-frizz uped about 6 times, and it took him almost a half hour to finish. He brushed his teeth and walked out into the living area to sit with his brother for a moment.

"All ready?" Mike tilted his head away from the TV when he heard Mac walk in. Mac nodded putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing Mike's keys for him. "I'm 30 years old i can grab my own keys"

"Sure...I just don't wanna get locked out again" Mike rolled his eyes and snatched the keys from his brother and they laughed about dumb jokes and stupid ideas as they walked to the car.

—————

It was dark when his eyes opened again and his head felt like it was throbbing. It took a few moments for realization to hit, for him to understand what had happened and where he was. The roof started to fall, then the floor, everything was shaking and they were too high up to run down the stairs now crumbling before their eyes—a loud crash and he was down, all he could remember was being pushed. Then it hit him. Where was his brother? It was to dark to see so Mac reached for his phone luckily still in his pocket and turned on the flashlight. Shining it around he saw two things.

1.He was trapped, looked like rumble had fallen around him and he got lucky enough to miss it

2. Mike was trapped a lot worse they he was. Most of his body was visible but beyond his hips was under something.

Mike was stuck under rubble that was crushing and cutting him up. He cried for longer then he wanted, the idea of losing his brother hit him hard and fast, as the world faded around him, and his hope went with it.

———

After arriving on scene Buck and Eddie were given the task of checking the 4th floor for survivors. Bobby was hunting around to find out about Athena or May, Hen and Chim were helping out injured outside the building. Eddie and Buck rushed up the stairs—until they had to climb a little to get up to the 4th floor. As they reached the 4th floor they scavenged around the area for any survivors, finding a dad and his two daughters they were sent down with two members of another station as Buck and Eddie continued the search. They looked for a good while pushing over rubble finding a few dead bodies and calling them in, along with a group of a few teenagers that also got escorted out by another station. Finally they had covered everything and called in to Bobby.

"Bobby, No more survivors found. You want us to head down?" Eddie radioed in as Buck continued to look around—he was being cautious ok? no harm no foul—.

"You're all good head on down" Bobby called back after a short moment. Eddie called out for Buck letting him know what Bobby had said. Buck was now gone.

"Buck? Where are you man" Eddie walked around to hear Buck calling out. "Buck? what are you doing?" Eddie look concerned by his behavior his arms crossed and he tapped his foot.

"I-i think i heard something—maybe. I-just listen" Buck put his finger up to Eddie, motioning for him to shush, they stayed in that silence when a small noise could finally be heard. A faint whisper of a cry, it was hard to hear but definitely there. "See! LAFD! PLEASE SHOUT OUT!"

Eddie radioed back to Bobby letting him know the situation before joining Buck in his words.

"Help....help—HELP!" The voice rose and fell, cracking filling every syllable. The voice was young and the caked in sound of tears plummeted Buck's heart. "I'M STUCK—with my brother!" The voice called out again barely getting out the full sentence. Buck finally found the source of the voice and let Bobby know they would likely need a medical team and some stabilization gear—given the very likely chance that anything moving could send everything falling down—Buck began to talk to the person stuck inside.

"LAFD, we're here to help ok? Can you tell me if you or your brother are hurt anywhere?" The floor was silent for a moment when a small voice responded back.

"I'm ok, it's my brother—he's stuck under something. I think it might be a car and some other stuff." Buck looked back over at Eddie realizing just how bad this situation was. Two people trapped in an unstable area surrounded by rubble, with one of them trapped under a car. There was a very likely chance this would not end well.

"Ok, can you tell if he's breathing?"

"Um, ya. He is... it's kinda weak though" Buck's face turned to Eddie both of them wondering where their medical and stabilization units were. Buck was getting tired of waiting, letting time run out for these two was killing him. So like usual he decided to be a reckless idiot and started to make his way into the small opening in the rubble.

"BUCK! The hell are you doing?!" Eddie called out as Buck slowly pushed his way through the concrete. "At least let me help keep it stable!" Eddie wasn't going to try to talk Buck out of this, it would do nothing for anyone so as Buck pushed past Eddie made sure nothing would fall and crush everyone involved.

As Buck made his way into the small opening he saw a gruesome scene. A younger kid sitting next to a bloody body tucked under the remains of a car. Their hands intertwined as the kid did his best to check his brothers pulse every few seconds. Tears covered the younger boys face, they glistened against Bucks flashlight when he rose his head to look at his savior.

"Hey kid, My name's Buck. How about you?" Buck worked his way over to the two brothers there in front of him, taking a short look to assess the older man's situation. His legs were definitely broken and he definitely had some serious blood loss, he would definitely need a shit tone of PT.

"Mac...is-is my brother ok?" Mac asked his only question, the only one important to him before he latched onto Buck. The real world flooded back to him, and with it came about his hope.

•A Question•

Mac held onto Buck like a scared cat, he was shaking as Eddie made his way in with the medical team—about time. Buck grabbed Mac and did his best to comfort the poor kid.

"Hey...you're alright—come on let's go get you checked out" Buck picked up Mac and brought him out of the rubble, whatever his brother looked like under that car was something Mac didn't need to see, but he still fought saying he needed to be with him.

"NO! I can't leave!" Mac yelled out and Buck had to do his best to keep a hold on him as they headed down and towards the exit.

"We need to give them space...they need all the room they can get to help him ok?" They were getting closer to the exit and Mac slowly nodded his head. Buck took the new calm to quickly check on Mac—he didn't seem to be badly injured, just rubble and a shit ton of small cuts. What really drew Buck's attention were Mac's hands. They were cut up and bloody, he probably tried to claw his way out—or tried to get his brother out—it made Buck's heart sink just thinking of it. He didn't know how long the kid had fully been conscious in there, but the idea of time spent in a situation like that not knowing if you would be found and Mac still seemed to only care about his brother. "Alright we're almost out, then i'll take you over to my friends to get you all checked out" Buck gave Mac a small smile as they finally reached the light. In clearer light Buck could definitely make out a mid sized cut on Mac's right arm, but other than that he was pretty clean, looked like his brother took the brunt.

"Ok...um—do you think my brother will be alright?" Mac asked and Buck really didn't have an answer, not one he felt right giving.

"I don't know...but i do know that everyone will to everything they can to make sure he makes it" Buck looked around for a moment spotting Hen and Chim examining a young boy and his mother, a few feet away he was glad to see Bobby talking with Athena and May—safe and sound—. "HEN! CHIM!" Buck yelled out to his friends and made a b-line to them, Hen swiveled around with worry that dropped for a moment when she realized he was ok, and returned when she saw Mac. Chim sent the two they were already treating to the nearby medical tent and motioned for Buck to put Mac on a gurney nearby.

"Buck, what's going on?" Hen questioned as Chim did a small look over on Mac.

"hm? oh! this is Mac, he was trapped in a hell of a situation on floor 4" Buck was still standing by his side as Chim continued checking for injuries.

"Ok Mac was it?" Chim asked as he wrapped up the cut on Mac's arm. Mac nodded. "Alright, how do you feel? Any pain—specifically in your head."

"I'm good...didn't even realize I had that cut till you were wrapping it." Mac laughed a little and then looked back over at the building. "I'm fine. I need to make sure my brother is ok...he has to be ok" Mac had a serious look on his face, and Buck looked at Hen for something.

"Ok...um how about we call your parents?" Hen finally spoke after a beat of silence. Mac turned to look at her and just shook his head as he hopped off of the gurney, when he hit the ground a small sound of pain left his mouth. Buck reached out to him instantly and Mac looked genuinely surprised at the fact his body reacted before his brain.

"Woah, you sure you're alright" Buck reached for Mac's shoulder being met with nothing.

"Yup, fine...i'm not sure why that—ya know" Mac trailed off like he really was surprised his body was in pain after such a crazy accident.

CRASH

A group of firefighters and EMTs rushed out of the building, Eddie among them. Before anyone could even think about getting Mac over there the ambulance was loaded up and on its way.

"no...n-NO" Mac shouted out as he fell to the ground. Buck went down with him trying to figure out why he had such a vicious reaction.

"Hey, we can get you there all we need to is a family member's number" Buck tried his best to reason with Mac but nothing seemed to work.

"He IS my family...all of it, I have nothing else" Mac sat back on his knees and looked off as the ambulance made a turn. "I have no way of getting there," Buck paused to think for a few moments.

"Any friends? of you or your brother" Mac looked over at Buck for a moment then back towards the street.

"We just moved here, My brother only knows one person but i don't know the guy's number" Mac slowly stood back up with his eyes slowly starting to well up with tears, the adrenaline of the past few minutes likely wearing off.

"Hey, it's ok we can figure something out" Buck helped Mac up and sat him back up on the gurney. Looking to Hen and Chim for some kind of solution that he couldn't seem to think of, they both looked back at him with the same face he wore. "Look, i'll talk to my captain and see if he can help ok?" Mac whipped his eyes and nodded his head at Buck's simple plan of action. Buck gave him a small smile and headed over to grab Bobby and explain the situation.

"Ok Mac, are you sure you don't have any other pain?" Hen started her base exam back up, a little worried about the pain he showed when hopping of the gurney.

"Ya, i'm alright...i'm good" Mac seemed a little annoyed with Hen's question and continued exam. As she worked she noticed no sign of injury-internal or external-and attributed the incident earlier to the fear and adrenaline. Buck made his way back with Bobby close behind him, as they reached Mac Bobby looked him over and gave what seemed like a "giving in" sigh—Mac was very accustomed to these—and nodded his head.

"Alright Mac, I'm Captain Bobby Nash, how do you feel about us giving you a ride to see your Brother?"

#9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #buddie #original character #idk how to tag lol #author is tired #found family #shitty family #no smut

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bodrewritten · 9 months ago

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Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 4: The Best Day Ever

Screwball was 6 when she started school. There was some debate that morning on who would take her, and I'm the end they both went, since they both wanted to. It was almost fall, and the auburn light reflected through the falling leaves, the air smelled like warm remnants of cider and wood shavings. The schoolhouse shone brick red, white fences lines the area.

As they slowly approached the red building, Screwball felt her stomach churn.

"What if the ponies don't like me?" she asked her parents.

"Of course they'll like you!" Discord replied, playfully twirling the propeller on her hat. "Why wouldn't they? After all, who wouldn't like the most adorable filly in all of Equestria?"

Silence fell over the schoolyard as the foals stopped their playing at the sight of the draconequus. The kicked up leaves seemed to still and the light on their faces highlighted the unfamiliarity. Screwball gestured to them.

"Because I'm different?"

"And that's what makes you so adorable!" her father exclaimed, ruffling her mane.

"Everything will be alright, honey," Fluttershy assured the filly. "Dinky will be here, so will Autumn Glory and Taco Grandé."

After Pinkie and Cheese Sandwich had their first son, Taco Grandé, Applejack caught the baby fever once more, and rainbow dash and Rarity wouldn't object once she'd taken them to the orphanage and they'd seen the childs that made their hearts skip a beat. They adopted the cinnamon twins shortly after, maple cinnamon and cinnamon twist.

"Your teacher is also Cheerilee," Fluttershy continued. "You remember her: the crusaders' teacher? Oh, and big mac's daughter is there too!"

Apple Blossom was also around Screwball's age. They had not met that often, but she knew she was Aunt Applejack's real niece. She also remembered Sugar belle, a very nice mare who always smiled crooked and warm.

"And don't worry if any pony makes fun of you," Discord added. "Just show them who's Boss and turn them into an orange!"

Fluttershy shook her head. She looked back at the filly. "If any pony can't accept how special you are, that's their problem. As for your magic…don't get into any trouble and don't make any pony feel jealous…Promise me you'll behave. Okay, honey?"

Screwball nodded. "I'll be good, Mommy."

Pinkie pie strolled up to the playground with her Coltfriend, cheese, bounding with her foal on her back. Then rainbow and Applejack showed up with their own children.

The twins landed with a thud as Dinky tackled them both. Applejack chuckled as she appeared behind them. At her side was a light brown colt with a black mane and autumn brown eyes.

"I see y'all are just as excited as Maple here," the cowgirl said, patting her adopted son on the back.

Dinky looked up and blushed slightly at the sight of Maple Cinnamon Screwball noticed him returning her blush.

"hi d-," he stuttered. He was stuck on the letter "D".

Dinky waved her hoof with unmatched enthusiasm."HI!!!"

Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Applejack shared a knowing look.

Every pony looked up as the school bell rang and Cheerilee emerged from the building.

"Alright, kids! Come inside!"

Fluttershy gave her daughter a light shove. "Go on! We'll come and pick you up at three."

After receiving another kiss, Screwball joined her friends as they raced up the steps. She stopped at the door.

"Oh, Ms Cheerilee!" Rainbow exclaimed, handing her the apple. "This is for you!"

"Why thank you, Dash," Cheerilee said with a smile. "How's the twins?"

"see, that's just what I wanted to hear. Cuz' I got something I needa tell you, ma'am. See, Maple's got a stutter, and he's really shy about it. Try not to hold it against him?"

Cheerilee put her hoof into Rainbow Dash's. "You have my word, miss. You too, miss Applejack."

Cheerilee attempted to get her new students to settle down. "Alright, class! I know you're excited and all. You'll find your name on your new desk."

"Well, welcome to the new school year, my little ponies!" Cheerilee announced. "I'm your teacher, Ms Cheerilee. We're going to spend this morning getting to know one another. Everyone turn to the pony next to you and introduce yourselves."

When Maple turned to his right, he met the green eyes of an earth pony with pastel yellow mane, yellow-green coat, and lots of freckles.

"hey cuz! I haven't seen you around so much, you moved to ponyville?"

"darn right I did!"

Screwball's desk partner on her right was a white unicorn with red, white and blue striped hair. She flinched at the sight of the earth pony's eyes. Screwball eagerly extended her hoof.

"Hi! I'm Screwball!"

The unicorn hesitantly shook her hoof. "Aquafresh."

"Isn't this all exciting?"

"Uh…yeah. Hey, are you…?"

Cheerilee tapped her ruler on her desk to get every pony's attention. "Alright, now we're each going to introduce ourselves to the class. State your name and please share something interesting about yourself. I will go first as an example." She cleared her throat. "My name is Cheerilee, I have a strawberry garden, and currently teaching a wonderful class!"

Screwball tried to pay close attention to the others as they introduced themselves, but the only ones she really listened to were her friends.

"I'm cinnamon twist, I like reptiles and ants!"

"I- I'm.... Maple Cinna-cinnamon." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. "I l-like herdin' dogs a...and interior design."

The twins did a hoof bump before Apple Blossom spoke:

"My name is Apple Blossom, I like helping around the house and playing in the flowers."

Dinky was very excited for her introduction: "I'm Dinky Doo and I like muffins!"

Screwball giggled slightly and then realized it was her turn. "I'm Screwball and my dad's the Lord of Chaos!"

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Screwball shrank at the thought that maybe she had gloated, despite what her mother had told her. She had not meant to brag, but the teacher had asked for something interesting, and well, that was the most interesting thing about her.

She could not understand why every pony was so shocked. Based on how the twins were looking at her, she had the feeling that what she said was wrong. Why? It was not like they did not know. It was not like she had grown a second head.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked the teacher.

Cheerilee shook her head. "No, Screwball, you said nothing wrong. Let's continue."

"I'm Aquafresh," the unicorn beside her said, rather shakily, "and my mom's a dentist."

Screwball did not hear the rest of the introductions, or pay attention as Cheerilee began the lesson. She was too busy listening to the whispers of the two colts behind her.

"She's the one my sister told me about! Her daddy's supposed to be a big scary monster!"

"Yeah! I think I saw him this morning!"

"My sister tells me she's as much a freak as he is!"

"Yeah! I mean look at that hat she's wearing!"

She protectively held onto her treasured hat from Aunt Pinkie.

Her head wrenched around her neck as she faced the colts. "I like my hat!"

"Screwball!"

She faced Cheerilee, realizing that she had said that out loud.

"What's going on?" the teacher asked crossly.

"Sorry, Ms Cheerilee," she pleaded. "But…they're saying mean things about me."

"Tattle tale," whispered the boy behind her.

"Is this true, Gold Digger?"

The colt with golden fur and a light green manebshook his head. "No, Ms Cheerilee. We were just talking about her eyes."

The teacher squinted at him. "Your sister was a pupil of mine, so I expect you to be familiar with the rules of this class. Every pony, let it be known that from now on, there will be no talking during the lesson! And boys-"

"yeeees?" They batted their lashes Innocently.

"it's not nice to talk about other ponies' features."

Screwball glanced over at Apple Blossom and tried to copy her pose by sitting upright and folding her hooves on her desk. She could not get in trouble on the first day of school. Mom would get upset.

She flinched as she felt a prick on the back of her neck. She glanced around and shrugged it off, assuming it to be a fly. Then she felt it again. It did not hurt really, but she found it quite annoying. Then something hopped onto her desk: a rubber band. She looked at the golden colt out of the corner of her eye. He and his friend were snickering with pleasure.

She thought of what her father had said numerous times that morning: If any pony makes fun of you, show them who's Boss. She did not want to disappoint her mother, but these colts needed to be taught a lesson. She had to be subtle in her revenge, for Cheerilee knew about her powers.

Screwball glanced at the rubber band that had missed and remembered Aunt Pinkie showing her something called a Cat's Cradle. She smiled deviously as she made a rubber band appear between Gold Digger's legs and copied the trick. When she was successful, she tried it on the other colt.

Then the bell rang for recess and the two boys tripped out of their seats.

"What the…?" Gold Digger uttered, looking at his tied legs.

Two Pegasi, thunder crack and lightning slash, gawked at the sight and gave Screwball a questioning glance. She nodded with a devilish grin.

"Nice," Lightning muttered, giving her a hoof bump.

"Let's get out of here before the teacher notices," Thunder whispered.

The fillies agreed and rushed toward the playground. For the first five minutes of recess, Screwball and Dinky spun a rope while the twins competed over who could jump the longest

"Nine, ten…" Dinky counted. "Uh…what comes after ten?

"Eleven," Screwball continued. "Twelve, thirteen…hey, guys! Watch this!"

She let go of the rope, but it kept spinning as if some pony was still holding that end. Dinky gasped and released her end as well.

"Awesome!" the twins exclaimed.

"We have the coolest friend ever!" Lightning declared.

"And the sneakiest!" Thunder added.

"are you guys Rainbow Dash's kids?"

"aw, we wish! We met at flight camp one day, and we been friends eva since! Practically twins, like the Cinnamons."

"Who wants to play kickball?"

The twins stopped jumping, entangling themselves in the rope.

"I do, I do!" Dinky hopped excitedly

The three laughed at their friend's enthusiasm and followed her to join the other students as they gathered round. Screwball's smile faded when she saw that Gold Digger was the one who had made the announcement. His blue eyes met hers and they gave each other a mutual glare.

"Sorry," he said. "This game is for ponies only!"

"But I am a pony," Screwball insisted.

"No, you're not. You're a Discord. My big sister Diamond Tiara told me so! You saw that big monster?" Gold Digger asked the foals. "That's her daddy!"

"My big sis said your daddy took over Equestria! Three times! He's the baddest of bad guys! He's evil!" Silver platter announced.

Screwball had no idea what he was talking about, but she stomped her hoof in anger. "Daddy's not evil!"

"He is evil! That means you're evil too! Look at her eyes!"

"Hey!" the twins cried, standing in front of their friend.

"Leave her alone!" Thunder crack cried.

"What's wrong with you?" Lightning demanded.

"What's wrong with me?" Gold Digger repeated. "What's wrong with her? She's got funny eyes! Like her dopey friend over there!"

Screwball gasped and glanced at Dinky, who was on the verge of tears. Picking on her was one thing, but no pony made fun of Dinky! No pony! She might look different, but she was not a dope!

Gold Digger made Screwball so mad she just wished the sky would come crashing down on him! The students looked up as a dark shadow covered them and screamed when they saw a piano hurdling directly towards Gold Digger. They all scattered out of the way. Screwball managed to grab Dinky before the instrument hit the ground, smashing into piece

As soon as she heard the crash, Cheerilee rushed out and gasped at the sight of the broken piano. How had that gotten into the schoolyard? She looked towards Screwball, who had a horrified guilty look on her face. She shook violently with her mouth agape.

Fluttershy knew something was up when her daughter did not come out of the building immediately. Dinky then explained that Cheerilee had kept Screwball after class. Expecting the worst, Fluttershy entered the classroom. Cheerilee was sitting expectedly at her desk, and Screwball on a stool in the corner. As soon as she saw her mother, she faced the wall in shame.

"I appreciate you coming here, Fluttershy," the teacher said softly, yet bluntly.

"What's going on?" the pegasus inquired.

"Have a seat, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy pulled up a chair and sat across from Cheerilee.

"It appears that there was a little…accident today."

The pegasus glanced over at Screwball. "What happened?"

"Well…how do I put this? A piano dropped from the sky."

Fluttershy's eyes widened in shock. "A piano?!"

"Yes. I checked, and there was no moving cart in the sky at the moment."

"You think…Screwball?"

Cheerilee looked to the filly in the corner. "Well, Screwball?"

She turned her head slowly, wincing at the expression on their faces.

"I didn't mean to!" she insisted. "They were making fun of me and Dinky! I didn't want it to happen! They made me so mad!"

"Honey, you promised you would behave!" Fluttershy shouted, almost too loudly.

"They called Daddy evil!"

Her mother's angry expression changed into one of fear. She then faced the teacher again.

"I assure you it won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," Cheerilee said, solemn. "I understand that it's hard to keep it in check, and I can give you some resources to help with the situation."

The filly slid off the stool and smiled nervously up at her mother. The tragic glare she received in return caused her to hang her head. The room was suddenly all too tall, all too cold and empty, nowhere there was a sight of life.

"We're going to talk with your father about this."

"Would serve the brat right for picking on my daughter!"

They were sitting at the dinner table. Fluttershy had just explained the events at school.

"I also tied his hooves into a Cat's Cradle," Screwball admitted, picking at her peas.

Her father guffawed. "You did?! What'd you use? A string or rubber band?"

"Rubber band. He threw rubber bands at me first."

"Giving him a taste of his own medicine, huh?" He clapped his hands. "Genius! Pure genius, that's what it is!"

"He said you were evil," Screwball stated.

They both turned to her with wide eyes.

...

"Who told you that?" Discord demanded, quiet, as if afraid to rouse awake some deep feeling locked away in a bitter sharp tower with a moat of red roses.

"Gold Digger," she replied. "He said you were evil, and that I was evil too. That I wasn't a pony like they are."

"Sweetheart," her mother said, stroking her mane tenderly. "You're not evil and neither is your father."

Screwball looked her father in the eyes. "He said you took over Equestria."

Discord shrank guiltily into his seat. "Um…yes. I took over Equestria once…or twice, but that was a long time ago."

"You see, honey," Fluttershy explained, "your father was…evil, long before we met."

"Seems like a thousand years ago," the draconequus reminisced. "Actually, it was. I was ostracized because of my appearance and well…you could say I went crazy…like you did today with the piano. The princesses punished me by turning me to stone for a thousand years. When I was released…I met your mother. We didn't start on the friendliest of terms. She was one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, the only things that could defeat me. Of course, now just a look from your beautiful mother can do that..." He winked at her and she couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes.

"I came up with a plan to dispose of the Elements of Harmony, but that didn't work out, so I tried something else. You see, I…"

He did not want to go into detail of what had happened. He did not want his daughter to think him a monster. Thankfully, Fluttershy summed it up gently.

"He said he would leave Equestria be in exchange for a willing bride."

He sighed in relief. "Yes, I…had grown rather lonely over the years and…your mother was the one who accepted the deal."

Screwball's eyes widened. "You were forced to marry Daddy?"

Fluttershy hesitated. "No princess. I only married him when we fell in love."

"your mother brought out the good in me because she gave me a chance," Discord finished, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Your mother is an amazing mare. Remember that. She was the only one who had truly accepted me back then. I then realized that I could not have Equestria and her at the same time, and I could not live without her, so…"

She took his paw. "We got married."

He grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips, making Screwball gag. "Yes, we did. That's what matters, letting ponies give you a chance."

"So never you mind what Gold Digger said."

"But he made fun of Dinky too!" Screwball reminded them.

"And that was wrong of him, but if that piano had hit him, would that have made you any better?"

She hung her head. "No."

"Good."

"So…Daddy's not the baddest of bad guys?"

Discord chuckled. "No. Well, once upon a time…" He trailed off as Fluttershy poked him in the ribs. "I mean no! I found something better than chaos."

He smiled at his wife and she returned his smile.

"Remember this, honey," Fluttershy said. "When it comes to love, appearances are insignificant."

"Indeed," Discord agreed. "It's the most powerful form of chaos there is!"

A deep brewing pain seared through Discords's heart. His consciousness seemed outside himself as the girls talked themselves okay again. He couldn't ignore the ringing in his ears as the world became insignificant to him.

Justice and freedom are mutually exclusive.

#the title is a spongebob reference and taxi Grandé is a weird al ref #this one was really hard to write for me. hit too close to home #mlp fim #fluttercord #fluttershy #my little pony #discord #applejack #rainbow dash #pinkie pie #daughter of discord rewritten #my little pony friendship is magic #fanfiction #screwball mlp #fankid #lmao i accidentally wrote taxi instead of taco

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