#and yes they spelt adult like that

[woso-dreamzzz]

Little Buddy

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: Three members of the team take you under their wing

"There you are!" Steph said as you pulled open the car door, slipping inside and immediately placing your hands in front of the heater," I thought you got lost!"

You rolled your eyes. "Ha, ha," You said dryly," I didn't hear my alarm go off."

"Didn't your parents wake you up?" Steph pulled off from the curb, turning down the music from the radio.

"Dad's on the early morning shift and Mum was on the night one, she's knocked out in bed," You replied. You dug through your bag to check that you'd brought everything.

Waking up with twenty missed calls from Steph and another one coming in was not exactly the nicest wake up calls - especially when it was paired with getting dressed and ready for the day in under five minutes.

You yawned slightly as you tugged your bag closed again, head moving to rest against the rest.

"There's breakfast and a drink in the back for you," Steph said as she turned onto a roundabout. "You look like you need it. Have you eaten yet?"

You gave her a deadpan look at you leaned toward the back and snatched up the brown paper baggy. "Well, seeing as you woke me up this morning. I'll let you guess."

Steph laughed as you practically attacked your breakfast wrap. "I didn't think I would get your sass this early."

"Thanks," You said brightly, your mouth full of food," Leah calls it my moody teenage hormones."

"Don't listen to Leah," Steph said as she turned another corner," She's just jealous that you're younger and fitter than her."

Your ride to the training grounds made you feel much better than when you woke up and by the time you and Steph pulled up, you were energised and ready.

"Mornin'," Katie said, getting out of her car at the same time you two were.

"Morning," You said brightly and she groaned.

"How can you have this much energy so early?" Katie looked annoyed but you knew she wasn't by the way that she threw an arm over your shoulder and steered you inside.

"Steph gave me food!"

"This wave of energy is recent," Steph assured her," I had to get her up this morning. Her alarm didn't go off."

Katie gave you a look. "You parents couldn't get you up?"

You gave her the same excuse as you gave Steph. "Besides," You continued," It's not really a big deal. Mum and Dad are always busy. I'm pretty self-sufficient."

"You're sixteen," Katie deadpanned.

You shrugged. "And? I'm doing better than most kids my age." You puffed out your chest in pride. "I have a job."

Katie laughed, ruffling your hair as you approached the locker room. "Look at you, superstar!" She said, a hint of teasing in her tone," A job?! Wow!"

"Stop teasing me!" You batted her hands away as she continued to knock you about. "I'm going to bring this up in therapy in a few years!"

She laughed at you again, knowing that your threat was meaningless, but still let you scamper off to your cubby to change.

As usual, Alessia was already there. She wasn't changed yet though, typing away on her phone. You leaned over to read what she was saying. "You spelt that wrong."

She rolled her eyes but corrected herself. "Anything else, grammar police?"

"Actually, yes." You dug through your bag and pulled out your school planner. "I have to go in tomorrow morning and I need someone to sign off on my schoolwork." You offered her a pen.

"Gladly!" Alessia signed with a flourish and you gladly took your school book back.

"What?! Why couldn't I sign?!" Steph sounded outraged.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your training shirt over your head. "Because you don't know a thing about my schoolwork."

"That's a lie!" She said and you sent her a pointed look.

"Oh, yeah?" You challenged," What classes do I take? Hell, where even is my school?"

"I know your address, isn't that enough?"

"Not when I need a responsible adult to sign off on my work."

This seemed to get Katie's attention.

"I'm responsible!"

"Yeah, for more than half of the yellow cards we get," You said with a laugh.

"Alright, that's it!" She leapt across the changing room and got you into a headlock. A rough noogie was pressed onto your head and no matter how much you tried to get away, Katie wouldn't release you.

"Say you're sorry!"

"Never!"

You howled with laughter as you were suddenly shoved into Steph, who hoisted you over her shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Don't know what you're laughing about, Russo," Katie said," You're next!"

●～●～●～●～

You panted as a cross came in from Katie. You barely had any space but you still went for it.

Your foot kicked out and connected with the ball. You didn't try to watch it go in, more focussed with landing on your feet after your bicycle kick.

But suddenly, you were eating dirt.

A body crashed into yours, pushing the air from your lungs.

You were stunned for a moment before you felt more force on your back and then the pressure was released. You gasped for breath, groaning in pain. You could feel a pain and ache in your face.

A hand turned you over and you looked up into Alessia's eyes. She looked concerned and reached out to steady you, helping you sit up. She wiped at your cheek.

"That was a nasty fall," She said," How are you feeling?"

You didn't answer at first, still struggling to draw in the breath that had been forced out of you. You smacked your chest a few times as Alessia rubbed your back.

"Wh-What happened?" Your breathing was still shaky but you had enough in you to speak.

"Ouahabi tried to stop your kick," Lessi said," Crashed into you as you landed. You wiped out." She rubbed a bit of dirt from your cheek and you leaned away, the pain becoming worse when she touched you.

"Did I get the goal?"

Steph laughed as she jogged over, catching your last question. "Of course you did."

"Did it look cool?"

"Real cool."

Together, she and Lessi got you to your feet. With the dirt rubbed off your face, it became clear to both of them that there would be a nasty bruise on your cheek in a couple of minutes.

It seemed Katie came to the same conclusion because she squared up to Ouahabi without prompting, shoving the other woman back with force.

"You wanna have a scrap?!" She demanded," I'll have a scrap if you really want!" She looked like she was a second or two from getting another yellow card so you hurried over and took her hand.

She quietened for a moment and allowed you to drag her away.

"You should watch your back, Ouahabi," Steph warned as Katie tucked you under her arm and walked you back to your position.

"I think I can handle McCabe for another two minutes or so, Catley."

Alessia stepped forward. She was taller than Ouahabi put not by much so they were practically eye to eye. "She wasn't talking about Katie."

Across the pitch, Katie wiped at your cheek. "We'll get some ice on that as soon as its full time. You're gonna have quite the shiner."

"It'll look cool though."

[marymary-diva17]

Baby fight

sully family x reader

Life with little ones always has it funny and interesting moments, even when your little ones start growing up. As the little ones had started growing up, they had started changing over time as they discover more and more of themselves. There were times when they new discovers will effect every day life.

y/n " it a bright good morning" you had woken up in the morning on the base, but now you are heading towards the village. To have breakfast with your family.

norm " hey y/n"

y/n " hey norm I thought you and slide spelt over at tsu'tey place last night"

norm " no we couldn't little man here need to spend a night on base, and he not happy with me"

y/n " aww buddy did you miss your dad and everyone else"

spider " dad"

norm " he woke up early and was ready to leave to see his tsu'tey"

spider " DAD"

norm " shhh we heard you buddy we are going to see him very soon" spider had crossed his arms and pouted, he was not very happy about waiting.

norm " are your kids like this"

y/n " yes and there three of them so three different personalities"

norm " human babies and navi babies are the same"

y/n " I can agree with you on that buddy" you had soon apart ways with norm and spider, as you soon reached the family home.

????? " no dada no"

????? " sorry buddy but there are no to this"

????? " no dada no"

y/n " hey my little ones" you soon looked into the home looking at your mates and kids.

kids " mama" The kids soon ran towards you happy to see their mama, but very happy that you are home as well.

y/n " hello my babies"

Jake " oh good you are here"

y/n " what the matter"

Jake " well our kids have decided to fight us today"

neytiri " they seem to love the word no to everything"

y/n " oh so ususal toddler behavior I see"

Jake " hey kids you all need to stay away from the edge of the home it not safe, and you can get every hurt as well so no more climbing in here"

kids " no" the kids had chugged tighter onto your legs as they refused Jake orders.

Jake " see they do that yelling out no and rung away when I come near" Jake had taken some steps near the kids as the hide behind you making you laugh.

Jake " see now you think it funny"

y/n " I'm sorry my love"

neytiri " they are not usual like this ma y/n not all three of them"

y/n " my husband and wife our kids are being kids, and right now they decide to unionize against us for baths"

Jake " us"

y/n " we work as a team remember"

neytiri " you are right even navi children get this way we just need ti find, a way to work with them"

y/n “ kids it not safe to climb in the home but you can climb all you want outside, but pay attention"

kids " okay mama"

Jake " do you know that not going to stop them right"

y/n " yes I know that but that least they will be safe about it, and we have to accepted these kids are dare devils"

neytiri " we can bring the kids to climb later on today right now lets eat"

Jake " okay come on kids lets eat breakfast as a family, and mama came all this way to have a meal with us we don't want to disappoint her" the kids had nodded their heads and soon ran towards the mats to have breakfast, making all three adults laugh.

neytiri " they are adorable" the three adults had joined the kids for breakfast and sat down with them. The kids had become happy during breakfast time, enjoying the time with you and the others. There had been some small fights when it came to fruit and meat among the kids.

Jake " hey no fighting if none of you can share then I will take it" Jake had taken the fruit and meat eating it, thinking this will solve the fight.

Jake " ......."

kids " ........"

y/n & neytiri " ......."

kids " dada is a meanie"

Jake " what I'm not a meanie"

kids " yes"

Jake " no"

kids " yes"

Jake " no"

kids " yes"

Jake " no"

kids " yes"

Jake " no"

kids " no"

Jake " yes that finally" you and neytiri had fallen out laughing as Jake had failed to realized what he had said, soon the kids had started laughing as well.

Jake" wait no I take that back I ...."

kiri " no dada you say when we say something we should mean it"

Jake " you are right baby girl dada was being a meanie and he will, new up for his mistakes"

lo'ak " explore dada"

Jake " fine we can that after breakfast buddy"

kids " yeah" once breakfast was done and everything was cleaning up the kids, are standing outside playing while waiting for Jake.

Jake " I can't believe I let them pull that stunt on me"

neytiri "it okay ma Jake we still love you"

Jake " oh good"

y/n " we something win these battles and other times lose"

kids " dada"

Jake " I'm coming I'm coming bye my wives"

y/n & neytiri " bye" Jake soon left with the kids he seems to be laughing at himself and what the kids are doing as well. Even due the kids are very small and young, they seem to have the fighting nature in them that always kept their parents on their toes.

[iltaimpi]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo OC: Melania Zatta

{Yes, I have a Part 5 OC. Here she is.

Her name is Melania Zatta (also spelt Melonia, but usually the former to avoid extra association with Melone).

Zatta is a (seemingly less common) Italian word for cantaloupe, so, yes, technically Melonia is meant to be in reference to the word melone (as cantaloupe is, of course, a melon) but not the character.

A member of Passione. Though previously I had not definitively confirmed which 'faction' she's a part of, given the context I typically depict her in, she's most likely a member of La Squadra (or at least close with the group). On this topic, I remember making a joke: "Imagine leaving for like a week and coming back to all your friends dead" (this of course, is a joke, but seeing as I have no other description for her whereabouts during canon events, until or unless I come up with something else, I'll just let it sit). This is probably part of what led me to assign her as a member of La Squadra, alongside the fact that described uses of her Stand's ability are often in the context of assassination.

She's an Italian native, though from which part specifically is unclear; perhaps from Toscana or maybe she's just from Napoli, which is, in any case, where she presently lives (in the context of Part 5's timeframe). She's an adult of indeterminate age, perhaps in her 20s or 30s.

She stands at, by implication of her own word, "about" 5'2".

She's known for her harsh personality and temper, and most particularly, best known for her ridiculously tall platform stilettos—7 inches tall, by her account; stilettos with a very distinct click. You’d think with those fucking shoes that you could hear her coming a mile away, but you’d be wrong; she makes it a habit of sneaking up on people silently and prides herself on her reputation for it. Oh, she's also pretty well-known for the distinct fact that she happens to only have one fucking eyebrow (her left eyebrow).

She's also well known to carry some sort of parasol or umbrella around, and when asked about it, her excuse varies. A fairly common explanation she gives is that it's to 'protect' her 'sensitive eyes' from the sun.

She's a Stand User, naturally, as most members of Passione are; her Stand is...

「Beatophone」.

「Beatophone」 is a blind, humanoid, Close-Range Power Type Stand which follows only sound.

Its ability is sensitivity to and manipulation of vibration. It has incredibly sensitive hearing, partially because it can detect vibrations in the air, so it can track even the slightest sounds when in pursuit. It cannot see at all, so it uses sound to find its targets. It has some control over vibration and uses this to create little scrap creatures, affectionately called Beatofini, as constituents.

There's not really one form for the Beatofini, considering they're made of random metal pieces. It depends on the available scraps. "Scraps" is a loose term, anything metal that is not attached to anything is included—silverware, pins, scissors, etc... all work fine. Essentially, if Risotto can make it with 「Metallica」, it's probably fair game.

The Beatofini are generally hollow, so vibrations can travel. Since these creatures constantly vibrate to keep form and stay together, their hearing is diminished, meaning they can only follow louder noises or jitter about awkwardly looking for a target. They're not well attuned and have little power; but that's for the better, because they do not need to have power. They're not meant to attack, but to hunt and track down. Because they're small, hollow and held together by vibrations, they are easily destroyed... loudly.

Their main function is more of a detector. When they find a target, they self-destruct, either releasing the vibrations and falling apart to make a fuckton of noise, or gathering a burst of vibration to essentially explode, aiming to also make a fuckton of noise (though less precise as the pieces go everywhere) as well as to injure the target by flinging fucking metal at them. Even if it does not get a chance to self-destruct, if the target destroys it themself, they're sealing their own doom. However it happens, the destruction of the Beatofini will attract the Stand towards the target, and if it lands a hit, it's devastating—it's quite a powerful Stand.

Much like Notorious B.I.G., running from it is ill-advised, since running is, like, the loudest form of walking.

「Beatophone」 itself is also somewhat 'sentient', but not anywhere near to a 「Spice Girl」 extent.

It can recognise voices—or rather, it can moreso learn to recognise voices, or become familiar with voices, as well as gaits and other distinctive auditory traits. It just needs a certain amount of exposure, so in an environment that Zatta deems safe, she tends to leave it out so it can learn the voices and auditory distinctions of her teammates and friends. Familiarity is accumulative; even once it can recognise a voice, it can still fail to properly identify it if the voice changes tone, develops an impediment or uses a different accent or language. Perfecting recognition requires a lot of exposure, it gets more accurate over time, so the members of La Squadra (and anyone else she works with or considers friends) probably see quite a bit of 「Beatophone」.

It recognises (and, perhaps, likes) Ghiaccio best, but often seems to 'act huffy' around him—he's loud. It cannot recognise Risotto very well though it tries its best, because, of the assassins, he's one of the quietest. It actually recognises him best by his gait and the sound of his hat! 「Babyface」 (Junior) constantly changes, and while each iteration sounds roughly the same to everyone else, they're apparently all different enough that 「Beatophone」 can never quite identify its voice proper.

It's also fairly quiet despite having a mouth, largely because of its sensitivity to sound and its inability to navigate through anything but sound. It typically only 'speaks' (like most Stands, outside of Stand telepathy, it can only say its Stand cry) once it's stationary, and will only do its Stand cry once it's located its target so it does not have to listen anymore. Additionally, it has a mechanism for muffling its hearing (when its 'ears' are folded up, sounds are more subdued to it) before it does its Stand cry so it can avoid blasting its own (and Zatta's) hearing out. Other than a Stand cry in battle, it's typically silent and emotes through mouth expression and body language. Compared to Zatta herself, it's pretty mild-mannered.

Zatta’s true reasons for carrying her umbrella everywhere are unclear, but it comes in handy for directing her Stand towards people by tapping the sharp ferrule on the ground, assuming it’s not on grass, dirt or sand. In a similar vein, one of the reasons Zatta wears heels all the time is for when she does have her Stand out for acclimation; she wears the stilettos so 「Beatophone」 can follow the click of her heels.

She has killed without her Stand before.

She's aggressive, especially towards men, but tends to be slightly less aggressive towards other members of La Squadra, in particular, Risotto, Sorbet and Pesci. For the most part, the others understand the difference between genuine aggression and her normal harshness, through which she is still affectionate to her friends. She's fairly closer with and prefers Risotto's presence for his quietness (same with Sorbet, at least to an extent), but actually gets along with Ghiaccio very well, possibly even the best despite his loudness. Formaggio is one of the main targets of her agitation as she simply finds him 'annoying'.

Still, she cares about all of them, and if something terrible were to happen to any of her teammates, the impact on her would be heavy.

She's heavily implied to have a very rough past, involving some kind of horrific accident as a child that may contribute to her poor vision, but she obviously never talks about it. She apparently had killed someone shortly before she was brought into Passione and subsequently joined La Squadra.

She has a transient, wanderlusting sister who goes by Archetta, who she rarely seems to interact well with when they do happen to interact, and is possibly related to a peculiar wandering pariah named Angurio Romano. Adventure, travel and wanderlust seem to be a constant in her family, except when it comes to Melania herself, who sees no reason to leave Italia, and has allegedly never felt much of a desire to leave the country (or even the city of Napoli, frankly).

Unless I've forgotten something, that's all as far as a basis goes. Feel free to ask about her.

}

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e // chapter four

Peaky Blinders Balletcore Story

Chapter List

Sonya

"No," said Sylvie quite simply, quite plainly, doing well to hide the fear I knew came with standing up to our brother Tommy.

"You don't have a choice Fen..." he said, "its a vendetta, they won't stop until every last Shelby is dead..."

"Well my names not Fen fucking Shelby anymore is it," she snapped her eyes cold and glassy, almost a match for his. But if Tommy was moved by her defiance he didn't show it. Didn't waver in the slightest, just stared her down long and cold, hands resting flat atop the desk that split them.

"She's right Tommy, you've not had anything to do with us since we were little girls, the Italians probably don't even know we're your..." I started but the slamming of his hand on the table cut me off and silenced the both of us, left a shiver running through me, the whites of my eyes showing because I wasn't as brave as my twin sister and I never would be.

"Yes they fucking do," he spelt it out so plainly and so firmly, his cold eyes fixed on mine, threatening mine silently, that I couldn't raise my voice to him the way that I wanted to. Instead I stood there shaking quietly, terrified of my brother despite knowing he'd never do anything to hurt either of us. I'd seen him and our brothers fight on more than one occasion but never in all my years had I seen him raise a hand to any of us girls.

Still, he could hurt us without raising his hands.

What he was proposing would end our careers, would pull us from the world we'd fought so hard to break into, the lives we'd struggled since childhood to build.

"They fucking know you Fen alright... They know both of you, you can change your name and your accents all you like but at the end of the day you're still Sonya and Sylvie fucking Shelby and there's no escaping that..."

"You don't fuckin say..." murmured Sylvie, her words stirring a stifled giggle from me and a smirk from John which was quickly shaken off when Tommy fixed him with a glare.

"Tommy if I drop out of that cast my careers as good as dead" I said folding my arms to hide my shaking. There were little tear pricks in my eyes but I was holding them back as best as I could and it was all I could hope that when they looked at me they saw Sylvie, fierce and defiant, not Sonya mousy and afraid.

We both knew what our brothers could see however. Two unruly, stubborn and naive little girls. Whenever they saw us they said things like "you still look the same you did when you were a little babby," and they said it like it was a joke but we knew. In their eyes we would always be the babies. The little ones. They'd never treat us as the adults we were.

"If you go back to London you're as good as dead..." he warned and though the cool threat might have been enough to silence me it only sparked Sylvie's temper.

"Tommy you can't fuckin do this to her!" she cried, "her name is on the front of the fucking theatre, she's worked for this her whole life you can't just snatch it away from her now over one of your pathetic fucking fights!"

"If she goes back to London she will die!" he shouted, knuckles and cheek bones white as a sheet, his teeth gritted as he all but hissed through them. "What part of you don't have a choice do you not understand?"

"The part where a man I haven't even seen for five fucking years sends another man I haven't seen for god knows how long, to drive me halfway up the country with no fucking warning, and when he tells me I can't go home he expects me to nod my head and just... Just keep tottling along like it makes no fucking difference to me either way!"

I flinched, the tears in my eyes threatening to escape now because I hated seeing my family going for one anothers throats.

John remained still and quiet, watching Sylvie with a smirk that could have been percieved to be proud. A smirk which made me feel guilty for letting her stand up for me when I should have been standing up for myself.

There were tears in Sylvie's eyes too but I couldn't see them. All I could see was the fierce way she stood before him defiant and unruly. The Fen they'd never been able to tame. Glaring at our brother as though he were the furthest thing from a brother.

"Tell me Fen... What do you thinks going to happen to you if she goes back to London?" he asked it as though it were only a question, as if he were genuinely interested in the answer, but Tommy wasn't really having a conversation anymore and Sylvie could tell. We all could.

The room bristled with the pinprick silence of a loaded gun waiting.

"Go on, you tell me now eh, exactly what you think lifes gonna be like for our Sonya if she goes back to London tonight... You think the Italians are just going to let her get on with everything like normal eh? You think she's gonna be able to get the tube into the city without being followed and watched, every single step she takes noted by someone just waiting for the opportune moment? You think the Italians are gonna care about her career eh? Or maybe they will right, maybe they'll take a trip down to the opera house to watch her dance eh? Maybe she'll take their breath away, so beautiful and delicate, a real shining star and maybe they'll get to thinking that she deserves a little more recognition, that everyone should know her name yeah, cause they know a nice little trick that'll get her the front fuckin page..." he said holding her gaze, holding his two fingers up to my forehead like a gun, his thumb a mock hammer pulled back. He held her gaze and she stood there trembling, those little tears still trickling as she held her ground, her eyes fixed on his. She refused to sniffle or snob, refused to look away and give in. 

He held the barrel of his two fingers pressed to my forehead like a kiss and waited knowing she wouldn't be able to hold her ground for very long. I starred back at him helpless and horrified, tears staining my cheeks, a sniffle escaping me much to my own humiliation and regret. And not once did either of them look away from eachother, not once did either of them acknowledge me.

"Alright Tommy leave her alone you've made your fuckin point," John shoved my brothers hand away from my face and pushed him back. His hand briefly rubbing my shoulder to steady and comfort me as Tommy and Sylvie stumbled out of their little stand off but he couldn't do much and his half hearted gesture did little to sooth the tremors shaking me in that moment. Because Tommy's speech had hurt me more than it had hurt Sylvie.

I watched as she stepped back into line beside me, breifly turning to look at me though I couldn't bare to look her in the eyes and show her the fear Tommy's speach had instilled in me. It made me feel all kinds of unworthy when she stood up to him like that, when she put her neck on the line for both of us and I just stood there crying the same way Id have done had we been children. Except we weren't children anymore.

"Can't Alfie keep an eye on her..."

"No," Tommy waved his hand dismissively, not bothering to look at either of us before he turned to John. "You're too soft on them John boy, so the truth upsets her... Maybe she needs to hear the truth..."

"We're not fuckin Shelbys" said Sylvie again though now she spoke just as soft and defeated as I did and Tommy knew that he'd won, for now.

The truth was that if there was a price on the Shelby name we were just as much Shelby as our brothers and the enemy wouldn't care how well we hid behind the name gray.

"Zabini doesn't give a fuck whether you answer to the name Shelby or not. You're staying here, both of you." he said in a tone of finality. "We're closing ranks, all the family together..."

"What fucking family?" I mumbled watching them glaring at one another, watching them argue about me as if I wasn't even there. So convincing they were that it had been enough for me to forget myself though no sooner had I spoken did I regret it when Tommy turned to me with a flash of rage in his eyes.

"You got somet to say have you lass? Eh? You got somet to say to me?" he shouted, the veins in his neck flaring as he jabbed an acusatory finger in my direction.

"Tommy!" groaned John.

"You wanna know what family? I'll show you a fuckin family yeah cause see you're pretty fuckin lucky that yours are still alive! Today your cousin Michael was ruthlessly attacked right, Zabini's men beat him half to fucking death, they used their knives and their fucking guns and they left him for fucking dead... And your big brother Arthur narrowly avoided the rapid fuckin fire of an AN 94 and I know we spent a fucking fortune on your education so I know you're a smart enough girl to work out where your big brother Arthur would be right now if they hadn't fucking missed... Yeah?"

There was nothing I could say. All I could do was stand there whilst his words sank in heavy as lead and left me feeling that cold, metalic dread.

John had said Michael was going to be okay. He'd said Arthur was completely fine. That there was nothing to worry about. Now Tommy was looking at me like I'd spat on our mothers grave.

"Just you remember who your fucking family are Fen..." he said, his voice much quieter now as his icy blue eyes locked with mine and he lowered that accusatory pointing finger to my chin forcing me to look up at him and hold his gaze despite my trembling lips.

"Sorry Tommy..." I whispered my voice barely escaping me. My total capitulation to him completely humiliating, but just then even Sylvie looked as though she would have crumbled under his temper.

"For fucks sake Tommy leave em be now..." sighed John again his hand reaching out to mine, tugging me in gently to his side, the softest of our brothers, the one who had always been the most forgiving and was being the most forgiving now as he wrapped his arm around me and hugged me into his side. "We'll work it all out Fen don't worry, Tommy'll sort it, won't take long..." he tried to offer us reassurance but we weren't stupid.

If shit was as bad as they were making it out to be. If this was all out war. We could be trapped in Birmingham for months and Sylvie was right, my career was over before it had even begun.

Tommy backed down but not because of the tears in my eyes or because John had asked him to. He backed down because he was finished talking. Because to him the discussion was completely over and even though John had said we'd work something out, as far as Tommy was concerned there was nothing left to work out.

"You can stay in your old bedroom or you take some of the spares..." he said turning away from us to sit back at his desk and light another cigarette.

"Our old bedrooms been demolished now Tommy," said Sylvie, her voice so laden with bitterness that for a second I didn't recognise her for her spiteful tone, "it was in a council flat on watery lane."

She was glaring at him still, daring him to look up at her. Her voice a desperate challenge. Desperate for him to look up at her and fight her again. But he wouldn't. He was looking at his laptop now, his fingers hovering over the track pad, the glow of the screen reflecting off his contact lenses.

John squeezed me into his side and reached out for Sylvie too, nodding us both in the direction of the door saying something about showing us around and then, only when we were almost at the door, did Tommy speak again.

"I'll tell you somet else about family Fen..." he said looking at neither of us, addressing us both, "family means my blood runs through your veins and your blood runs through mine. That means unconditional love, yeah?"

But if that was a question neither of us knew how to answer. I didn't have the heart and Sylvie didn't have the fight so when she reached for my hand and her fingers entwined with mine, she did so in silence and I held onto her silently too.

Next Chapter

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

And now some kind of teaser for the Halloween dlc.

Said dlc also has new adults!

The teaser is just normal (also cause I wanna be different the Bad end is canon) Caren is using markers to color the decorations (wonder why she wouldn't use scissors?) And the kids are having fun. Nearby the camera does a panning to a hallway with a large TV playing an ad for a toy store that is cut off by a news story about the toy store burning down and the only thing found is a puppet. The ad for the puppet makes sure to play her up as the mascot and beloved companion. Meanwhile, there's a radio of two people talking. One scientist talking about a 'non-human freak he accidentally sired' and then a police report about a dead child. Then, the children's names are said. 'INTRODUCING AMELIA!! AMES HER NAME IS AMES!' and the police goes 'One child was an unfortunate casualty being a young man Lazarus Fredrick Audrey.' The camera then goes to Halloween Ames and freddy. They both look human, but ames has tear marks on her face as her eyes sparkle and change from blueish pink to purple. Meanwhile, freddy looks much more human while he's also got red streaks going down his eyes, which look like they're gone his mouth and forehead are also coated in red. The duo then moves their heads. And with a layered voice, they say. 'Want to play?'*

*Meanwhile, the other adults are shown.*

Dolly:a large windup doll dressed up like a house wife from the 50s. Her face is cracked and she's clearly Burnt. The ad ends with her writing on a blackboard 'good children listen to mommy and daddy good mommies and daddies love their little babies.'

Barachi Sensei:(I think I spelt her name long.) Meanwhile our loving clown teacher is way more jester looking she in the ad is playing with a large trampoline she has.

And finally the music teacher! (I can't spell his name.) He is dressed like he's trying to cosplay bethoven while he's conducting chibi. Who's not paying attention playing with a drumstick. When he turns he shows his mouth is a large microphone.

*the costumes are as follow.*

Puppypile:*Is dressed like cats. Cause irony.*

Hikari:trying to be sailor moon but she's got the colors wrong.

Toddelilah:Todd is Lucifer cause he thinks he can pull of a white suit. Delilah meanwhile is trying to prove she can look good dressed like Lilith. She somehow got Todd's feet into heels. Somehow it doesn't slow him down.

The adults don't have Halloween costumes due to them not wanting to be dressed up. (Also, you find a Halloween costume for them.)

Alex:Is dressed like Saint Peter (the guy at the gate.)

The mangled duo:ames looks like a fnaf crying soul. Freddy looks like himself after his 'incident.'' (He used his powers to escape a lab that was bad to him, and it...Blew up in his face in more than one way.)

And the adults have jumpscares.

Dolly:*She grips the player who is in fact EK this time around and scolds them. Like baldi's principal she catches you she locks you in her classroom for an increasing amount of time.*

Music teacher:*You just get increasing louder Radio static as he gets close making a emergency radio sound test.* *All his Pic is sheet music for the song 'Tederoe march' his ads are for various bookstores music festivals and the school's Halloween party.*

Barachi Sensei:*She just swings a inflatable hammer at you.* *her picture is a drawing of a rabbit being knocked out with birds and stars she meanwhile is making a peace sign the ads for her a makeup store.*

Also Lines for the taulpas.

Toddelilah:"Todd! There they are! GET HER!" 'Easy easy I was never a track star!'

'I Miss being able to have two arms...' "and I miss having paws."

"Vox tech quality trust us with your sports" 'Todd.' "Yes?" 'Never copy my father's catchphrases ever again.'

The mangled:*their voice is layered* "WE SEE YOU"

"DONT PLAY HIDE AND SEEK WE ALWAYS WIN."

"WHERE THE *Loud as heck beep* ARE YOU?"

Godfather Sensei:*His is glitchy and jarbled* "Back away from the children right now!"

"If I am a cheap copy then what are you? I know. AM INVADER!"

"Why am I an owl?"

Puppypile:"food?" 'Bug!' "Treat?" 'Friend!'

*various barking sounds*

"I'm hungry" 'we all are.' "Chicken?" 'Ham!' "Candy!" 'I like Burgers!'

Alex:*Humming hell is forever*

"I miss mommy.."

"What would Daddy say here? Hmm...take no..shi..what was that last word?"

Hikari:*Giggles*

"Cwloser closer! Pway!"

"These toys are sticky. Ew..."

Dolly:'ah ah ah! Naughty naughty!'

"Does anyone smell smoke?"

*Blinded by flashlight* "mean children get punishment!"

Music teacher:"By the Bachs!"

"Did I brush my teeth this morning?"

"Chibi and matcha are on fantasy baby angel in the play...Ames Is the princess Hikiari is the Fairy uh...wait. why isn't Freddy on this list?"

Barachi Sensei:*Making bad knock knock jokes the punchline is always a variation of opening*

"Who ate my milk duds?"

*Snaping fingers to her humming the Addms family tune*

The patterns are simple.

All the adults will be way more persistent then the kids. You can slow them down with the flashlight but all this does is make them faster. They also will check hiding spots. They do stick to their spots. (Dolly walks the halls. The music teacher walks around the music room but he's also in the library sometimes. And barachi sensei is in the supply room and art classroom)

Yea! More horror game school! Let’s go!

[veiledfox]

"Ah, yes, the variants of 'you'. It's perfectly fine that you're having troubles with it, even a lot of adults misuse the different versions all the time. Though it's really only two versions. The way you spelt it, y o u r e, is spelt with an extra lttle mark and it's te two words 'you' and 'are' merged into one. So instead of me saying 'you are doing well' I can shorten it to 'you're doing well'. The other way, y o u r, is used when talking about something that belongs to someone. Like if I say 'your eyes are nice', that is y o u r."

[brrrrbrrrvrrrre]

OC RP BLOG!!!!

Yellow hello hi I'm Vin 😲😲 21 right now and obsessed with motorbikes and Pokémon!!! My birthday is August 3rd!! Yay! I'm from Spain and I do both english and Spanish heck yes

My favorite colors are yellow and black and purple and white 🍪🍪

I have a cool mama and a really awesome papa‼️ I love them both a lot and I also love my partners [I don't think they're on here,,] my motorbikes name is Lucia and she is really cool thank you noob 😁😁

My favorite pokémon is Umbreon

I don't want anyone weird following me please and thank you 😞😞

OOC--

This blog is run by @daneweeezer ! While Vin is an adult I am NOT and I won't want any suggestive things unless I'm comfortable/know the person or it's funny af or something

I don't want ANY nsfw accounts following my main or any of my accs, that goes for proship and weird people basically just be a decent person,,

Vin is an oc of mine who is part of a bigger gasa4+SC roleplay with my lovely lovely qpp R! He doesn't have tumblr 💔 sad face

This blog will probably swap between gacha screenshots and maybe drawings, gacha screenshots would usually be selfies and drawings are either selfies aswell or vins own art!!.. I'll say it under the post anygays

Both me and Vin use he and him pronouns so stick 2 those I doubt there would be a problem with that

Ooc will probably always be in green

I doubt like anyone is gonna see this acc but if u do haha hey drop a follow for lil Vinny and me,, ask box is probably always open!!

Lil vin reference sheet below so u can get 2 know him :3

Note- his last names are spelt wrong on the sheet, it's "Ramíres Gavilán".. I don't have my tablet right now but it'll be changed when I'm home!!

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

Wait! are you telling me companies call adult collectors kid adults? omg

I spelt it wrong, but yes. Companies called adult collectors/potential collectors: "kidults" I prefer the term collector/toy collector. (for a select few toys) As I collect many things as well, and kidults is a mouth full to try to say. But yeah it's a term. It's been around since like 2017? I think.

[just-some-random-blogger]

meowmeow, catmom! wish you good start of the week! this kitty TT looks so much like a bat or the toothless (like from the cartoon). actually its him who looks like a cat but doesnt matter. omg wheres the link?? omg wheres it?? omg i cant see?? ohh such a pity i dont know what are you talking about, oh goddess... but actually omg youre so pretty TT and your voice is soso pretty TT like i logged in to instagram for the first time in a while for you. youre SOSO TT hottie-cutie TT my hottest and cutest catmom TT i love you soso bad TT your voice is >>>>>>>>> and this cover is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> people!! shame on you for not reading your replies!!!! everybody need to hear it!!! this talent!!!!!!!! omg youre so talented *kisskisskiss your big brain and beautiful voice* 'im hannah montana' HAJDJKD one more hannah? still that meme with spider-men... 'singer by day, smut writer by night' isnt it the ladybugs line? AHAAHSH no nvm 'you wouldnt like me' nah i like you. youre like PRETTY. like really pretty. really-really beautiful. its good youre aware of this fact. people are just jealous. not only of your hotness but your confidence. they wish they could see themselves as hot and pretty too. (same actually) idk what about another countries but in russia (and some other post-soviet countries) we have like? kinda culture of depression? but still most of adult people deny existence of mental issues. we have this pattern where everybody should be sad, hating themselves and their life. and if youre content with these? ohh you do so many wrong things, you should know that youre wrong for doing the best for yourself. ig its even post-war way of thinking but as i live in this environment, its easier for me to talk about it. this's the same situation. people who consider themselves not pretty envy the fact that you consider yourself pretty. also the fact that they can support you through your worst and influence your self-image gives lots of people boost of confidence and feeling of power. so dont cry, hottie-cutie! its not your problem. 'i wanna perform the song i made a cover to so badly' i believe you'll have a chance to do so! thank you for shining, the brightest rock star <з privet, kak dela? (means how are you) omg im so sorry for anastasiya TT also anya is a different name TT anya is from anna, and anastasiya is nastya. all the travel-bloggers here say that nastyas MUST not call themselves nastyas in english speaking countries bc they can mistake it for nasty *shocked emojis* two different words that are spelt differently *more shocked emojis* well its their problem if theyre that stupid.... hope your nastya's doing good rn! eating tasty fried eggs and all. omg i tell you so much about russian i almost feel bad. please tell me more about your culture!! shame on me but i dont know much about filipinos so please be my guide! 'i dont like cold blooded animals' well i think im a cold blooded animal fhdjsk wait but if im a cat.... 'yes. (:' okay. poka >:( 'I WILL WARM YOU WITH MY WARMTH' oh you meant your COLD weather, didnt you? i appreciate this, thanks <з guess its part 2 again.... good for those people who come here to check if you have any new fisc... hope youre ok with it, though, bc your opinion is the most important<з

HEWWO MINGMING

meow LOOK AT THIS KITTY T_T

this kitty TT looks so much like a bat or the toothless (like from the cartoon). actually its him who looks like a cat but doesnt matter.

I SEE IT I LOVE TOOTHLESS T_T I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM LUV HIM IM LUV LUV LUV HIM

omg wheres the link?? omg wheres it?? omg i cant see?? ohh such a pity i dont know what are you talking about, oh goddess... but actually omg youre so pretty TT and your voice is soso pretty TT

HHAHAAHH THIS ESCALATED SO QUICKLY HAHHAHA

like i logged in to instagram for the first time in a while for you. youre SOSO TT hottie-cutie TT my hottest and cutest catmom TT i love you soso bad TT

your voice is >>>>>>>>> and this cover is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> people!! shame on you for not reading your replies!!!! everybody need to hear it!!! this talent!!!!!!!! omg youre so talented *kisskisskiss your big brain and beautiful voice*

NOT READING MY REPLIES I READ ALL THE REPLIES TO ME oh do you mean people dont read the replies i have for you HAHAHHAHAHAHAH thats fine HAHAHAH i dont expect them to. btw i removed the link in that post now so HAHAH you've watched it anyway hahahha

'im hannah montana' HAJDJKD one more hannah? still that meme with spider-men...

me HAHAHAHHAAHHA

'singer by day, smut writer by night' isnt it the ladybugs line? AHAAHSH no nvm

ladybug? do you mean that show Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir i never watched it but i had classmates that did so.

also i think its in general a pretty generic line haha

'you wouldnt like me' nah i like you. youre like PRETTY. like really pretty. really-really beautiful. its good youre aware of this fact. people are just jealous. not only of your hotness but your confidence. they wish they could see themselves as hot and pretty too. (same actually)

well you like me now since you know me but idk people tend to be intimidated by me when we first meet. anyway let's not dwell on that im glad you like me thats all that matters <3 im luv u <3 also

im honored you think im beautiful <3 <3 i worked really hard to get confidence in myself but now i find that my confidence which comes from God is what really makes me confident. its in knowing my value will never deter or fluctuated in the eyes of the Creator that keeps me guarded and sure enough to say, 'yeah u can think im ugly, but im really not /: stay mad praying for your saltiness' HAHAHAHAH

idk i feel like theres an element in the world that really just enjoys it when we suffer so i hope we both persist through it because were both too hot and too smart to wallow in self pity.

idk what about another countries but in russia (and some other post-soviet countries) we have like? kinda culture of depression? but still most of adult people deny existence of mental issues. we have this pattern where everybody should be sad, hating themselves and their life. and if youre content with these? ohh you do so many wrong things, you should know that youre wrong for doing the best for yourself. ig its even post-war way of thinking but as i live in this environment, its easier for me to talk about it.

T_T its so sad that the war is still affecting you guys. i hate war. MEN ARE RATS FOR THAT /: i hope that at the very least YOU know its ok to reach out if youre in a bad spot and its OK AND GOOD to be confident and HATING YOURSELF IS BAD T_T its a privelage that i dont have to go through that and that i have found myself and how to love myself through the love others have given me <3 i hope i can help you find it too in my own little way.

this's the same situation. people who consider themselves not pretty envy the fact that you consider yourself pretty. also the fact that they can support you through your worst and influence your self-image gives lots of people boost of confidence and feeling of power. so dont cry, hottie-cutie! its not your problem.

T_T i love you so much. you're so right. its so much easier to tear people down than build them back up and so T_T i hope i can be contrary and always build people up, enough that even haters find it tiring to hate <3

'i wanna perform the song i made a cover to so badly' i believe you'll have a chance to do so! thank you for shining, the brightest rock star

T_T THANK YOU I WISH I CAN SOOOOO BADLY

<з privet, kak dela? (means how are you) omg im so sorry for anastasiya TT also anya is a different name TT anya is from anna, and anastasiya is nastya.

i'll reply using google translate: у меня все хорошо, любовь моя. HAL:SHDASL:HDAS HAHHAHAAHHAHA also actually T_T HAHAH I WAS THINKIN MAYBE I GOT HER NICKNAME WRONG???? then i wondered if i even called her a nickname T_T ASH:LIAHSFHASF

all the travel-bloggers here say that nastyas MUST not call themselves nastyas in english speaking countries bc they can mistake it for nasty *shocked emojis* two different words that are spelt differently *more shocked emojis* well its their problem if theyre that stupid.... hope your nastya's doing good rn! eating tasty fried eggs and all.

actual T_T nastya is so cute but ur so right in english it would be nasty AHAHHAAHAHAHHA 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳🤪🤪😫😫 i hope my other russian baby is doing well too. she in fact replies to me like you HAHHHAHA very dry but i love her either way.

omg i tell you so much about russian i almost feel bad. please tell me more about your culture!! shame on me but i dont know much about filipinos so please be my guide!

i love learning about your culture! ok i will teach you about my favorite things FOOOOOD!!! :D

first of all i love rice. there are so many desserts in the ph and in asia made of rice and it think we are so superior for that. and since my mom said she would make it tom here is champorado!!

essentially its like chocolate porridge ..... uh idk what porridge is made of tho but i would say its like that HAHFslhafashfas anyway its served hot made of cocoa sticky rice and coconut milk then once its all cooked its topped with milk and i think slay i think yummy i think yes i think youd love this since its cold there

i often wondered if it was originally from spain because colonialism and the name sounds spanish but the ingredients namely the rice is not and i was just like it cant be spanish and i researched it a bit and found it has ties with MEXICAN STUFF and now it makes so much sense because of the galleon trade and yeah it makes so sense. T_T i hope it makes sense. the galleon trade was basically when spain was like ok we control the imports/exports in the whole of the ph and mexico because we own them also you can only use that one bay in manila and acapulco so (: i hope i remember everything right HAHAHAHAHA

'i dont like cold blooded animals' well i think im a cold blooded animal fhdjsk wait but if im a cat....

ur not cold blooded ur my kitty kat

'yes. (:' okay. poka >:(

what does poka mean?

'I WILL WARM YOU WITH MY WARMTH' oh you meant your COLD weather, didnt you? i appreciate this, thanks <з

HAHHAH YES the weather and yes the people can be cold lol AHHAH

guess its part 2 again.... good for those people who come here to check if you have any new fisc... hope youre ok with it, though, bc your opinion is the most important<з

im going to attempt to finish my final homework for the day before replying to ur p2 so that i have something to look forward to

xxx

i already burned my brain trying to read this speech i did not want to read AND I WATCHED THE MOVIE GAH ILL TALK ABOUT IT IN P2

[evieisclean]

Things I was told I was doing today (01/07/23)

- being disrespectful and rude (said that there was nothing to eat in the house and that all the food was expired)

- conspiring against my stepmom (talking about her behind her back to my siblings / whispering about bad things she's done)

- being jealous and trying to hog my siblings attention away from their friends

- making people uncomfortable, including the neighbor (she took the kids home for lunch because she was so uncomfortable with whatever I did)

What I know I did today (01/07/23)

- Got up between 8-10

- answered some questions that my siblings had about how 'does' was spelt

- ate cereal for breakfast (Patti was with Olivia at dance)

- Sat on the couch and scrolled through Tumblr, liking things

- went to get food multiple times

--- 1st: earlier in the day, I got watermelon out of the refrigerator. It had only recently expired and I didn't eat it only because it tasted like it had expired. I asked Patti if I could throw it in the trash and she said yes. She also apologized for not buying new watermelon to which I said it was fine

--- 2nd: around 11, I went into the refrigerator and asked what we had to eat. Patti gave me some options that did not appeal to me, so I declined. I asked a short time later if there were hotdogs (thinking it was a safe food with not a lot of prep and I could also eat Mac n cheese) to which Patti replied no. She then gave me an option between Mac n cheese and Ramen and I said I didn't care. She gave me the ramen saying it was easier to prepare, so that's what I did.

--- 3rd: Around 4:30, I got chips from the cabinet. They were rice chips that had expired in July of 2022. I ate them anyway. I did not point out the expiration date; Sarah did, to which I said oh well I'm still going to eat them. They're not that bad.

- Patti asked if I wanted a drink from Dunkin to which I hesitantly replied yes and then no because I don't like their drinks anymore and I like Honey Dews more. Patti left to Dunks. The neighbor was at our house by this time and she stayed there when Patti left.

- I played The Floor is Lava with Sarah Jackson Olivia and one of neighborhood kids

- I played checkers with Sarah. Olivia interrupted us at one point and asked to join to which I said originally that she was too young and then corrected myself to say she could play after we finished our game.

- I played Dominos, Shoots and Ladders, Go Fish, and Hungry Hippos with Sarah Olivia and one of neighbors kids.

- the only time I interacted with the adult neighbor was whe Patti and her were talking about the new Top Gun movie and they wondering whether it was good or not. I cut into the conversation and said yes I enjoyed the movie

- There was a point in the day where Sarah was extremely frustrated with Olivia. Olivia kept following her around even when Sarah told her stop. Jackson intervened and pushed Olivia into a table, which he got in trouble for. I was in the bathroom when this happened, which was why when I got out of the bathroom, I asked one of the neighbor kids where Sarah was, since I heard Jackson with Patti and saw Olivia in her room.

- Sarah was downstairs. When I found her, she was very upset. She expressed to me that she felt badly about what happened. She also expressed that she wanted to be away from Olivia but didn't want to make her upset from pushing her away. I conjoled her, told her that Olivia was little, had two parents in her house to support her, and that she still has space to grow and learn.

- Sarah expressed to me that she observed Olivia's behavior towards her parents and found it to be disrespectful. To be fully transparent, I find Olivia to 100% be the favorite of the family, since most of the time she gets everything she wants. Even last night (and this happens every night according to Jackson and Sarah [who told me whilst Patti was away with Olivia's dance]), Olivia was screaming and freaking the fuck out and Patti and Dad had to almost completely give into her to stop crying.

- I explained to Sarah what a bucket dipper and a bucket filler where and tried to let her know that it was okay to set boundaries with her siblings. She was crying throughout most of this

- We hugged multiple times and then I suggested we go for a walk, thinking it would be a good opportunity to clear our hands.

- I told Pattie we were going and she looked distraught at first but then let us go

- it's important to note that several times throughout the day Patti would disappear into her room for a while. I thought it was because she needed a break and I was a little resentful from that thought, but apparently she had been bitching about me to my Dad multiple times throughout the day. So had the neighbor lady apparently. It's funny that she accused me of talking shit about her to her kids when she was doing the same fucking thing to my father.

- on the walk to the church and back, me and Sarah talked about the sunset, when we liked to exercise during the day, and about technology addictions. After having to do damage control with Sarah after the problem with Olivia, my opinion was just to let Olivia grow a little more and to keep her distance if necessary. We didn't spend much time on any of the topics because it was a short walk

- We took a second shorter walk and I asked what type of dog she thought she was. she said golden retriever and I said that suits her. We saw a carving in the tree and Sarah said it looked cool and I asked what it's name was. Then I forgot what window panes were called

- Sarah went to Holly's house immediately after the second walk. Holly was still at Patti's house and she went quickly home to see Sarah

- I sat on the couch again and scrolled through Tumblr again

- Sarah and I decided to play a video game and one of little neighbors wanted to join. She had a controller that was broken. I told her that she couldn't play and she ran off to the table to play with Patti and the neighbor mom. The little girl didn't seem too upset

- the neighbors went home for good for dinner

- Dad came home

- I ate dinner and was short with him because I was pissed he was gone the whole day

- then he told he wanted to talk to me...

What transpired in during my dad's conversation (01/07/23)

- told me all the things I listed in my first list

- I started crying before he even sat me down because I thought he knew that I was upset he was gone all the time and that I was feeling abandoned

- NOPE

- he dropped all that shit from up there on me and I was completely blindsided

--- This is comparable to 3 instances in my life: when Uncle Brian accused me of being a predator towards my cousin during an innocent game of truth or dare... I WAS 7 OR 8 YEARS OLD / When my teachers thought I was talking shit about my childhood bully and told me to just get over all the trauma he caused me / When my mom destroyed the BLM sign on our yard and I realized how different some of our perspective were

--- what's the common factor? Betrayal, abandonment, unease, and disgust

- And unfortunately today was the day I decided to spill my guts of all the feels I had been keeping inside of me for years, all the tears and fears of being forgotten and not fitting into the family and my actual dislike for some of my siblings and my favoritism for others

- and do you want to know what this fucker did in response to spilling my heart soul and fucking guts?

- he was unsympathetic, didn't tell me everything that these people had accused me of doing today, and basically wouldn't take any responsibility for any of the sadness I had been feeling over the years

- in fact he was defensive trying to start arguments as I tried to form my words into sentences that weren't accusatory (maybe I failed but I fucking tried)

- he basically said we were both adults and because of that I didn't need as much attention as his other kids... As I'm sitting there crying my eyes and begging for him to love me and care for me

- on top of the argument we had yesterday about what jokes are appropriate or not (he kept saying things like go back to picking cotton to black characters in a video game [Mortal Kombat 11] we were playing), I realized how different we are now

- he said was being dramatic and that my heart was on my sleeve

- nothing was resolved

- he didn't let me say my side of the story, partially because I knew he had already made up his mind (because how could he say no to his darling Patti? Even after all the strife they've gone through I'm still lesser than her) and because I knew I was partially to blame. If I had confided in him sooner, I wouldn't have exploded now. It wouldn't have been this bad. This is a lesson I will take moving forward

- and Im now left with the feeling that he doesn't give a shit about his own part in my upsetment even as I acknowledge mine

- I left the house soon after, saying goodbye to everyone and giving hugs (even to Patti even as my skin crawled when I touched her)

- the last thing I heard my father say as I sidestepped him and refused to give him a hug was a sarcastic WOW

What now? (01/07/23)

- I can't block him even though I want to... I imagine he'll just forget about me or cut me out of his life like his father and brothers

- but I fucking want him to miss me

- no more correspondence; all of that shit can go through Mum from now on (luckily he won't have to pay child support for me much longer which haha he tried to use as a point as to why he loved me)

- I'm tempted to send a text of my list of transgressions from above and ask him 'is this it?' but that won't solve anything and just make him angry and me more bitter

- I still want to talk to Sarah I love her so fucking much

- I feel so betrayed and I don't know what to do

Tldr: I'm not going back anytime soon.

[pokimoko]

Hey guys, I think I just found Jake’s Moon Knight suit:

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

YOUR NAME is Matthias? (Right? I think that's how you spell it? I can't spell???) YOUR Nickname is Matt, or MY LOVE/Actual LOML, YOUR Age is LEGAL 18(H O W?) You is boy, you is cute boy, i love you sksks YOU IS BISEXUAL AND PROUD OF IT! Nationality Is Australian!! With a v cute accent You're Single like a v cute pringle, Likes: Animals, Pokemon, Friends, making people smile, Klaus Hargreeves Dislikes: Politics, The Rich, rude people, WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE SAD. Random fact: I ADORE YOU💞

10/10 BABY WONDERFUL WOW MUCH AMAZE :D :D :D :D :D :D

[summion7]

Shota Jaune p.2

After his encounter with the ara~ara bot, Jaune and penny decided that they for now come to each other for stress relief and would maybe try a relationship once he was cured. Penny protest wanting to be a couple then and there but allowed it after he said “I rather be normal again then maybe pursue a romantic partner ship to make sure it’s for me and not being small”.

Penny has plans with Ruby and her team so Jaune decided to use this time to go into the city to think about what happened last night and if he wanted to date with the intention of marriage… what? Mama arc raised Him to be like this.

As he walked around he bumped into someone and he fell.

Jaune:ouch! Sorry!

The person turned to reveal the one and only Sienna khan! Having gone into vale to scope out the city and also scold Adam for being less then agreeable with targets and being a mopey emo for the formers leader daughter. She saw a tiny child ran into her… a human child.

Sienna:WATCH WHERE YOURING BRAT! (Takes breath) look you got to watch where your going ok you can get hurt.

Jaune:again I’m sorry miss I was trying to get my head clear as the last few days have been crazy and … woah!

Sienna:what is it child?

Jaune: your breath taking!

Sienna:wha what?!

Jaune:I thought Weiss Schnee was pretty but clearly she can’t complete with you! Heck your more beautiful then professed peach!

Now normally a adult would be troubled by a child saying these things to them so clearly and concisely but to any white fang member being told your better than a Schnee in anyway and not being judged because your race was gold to them.

Sienna:tell me what’s your name.

Jaune: Jaune Arc ,short, sweet, and rolls of the tongue. And May I have yours my lady.

With a small smile Sienna answered:I am known as Sienna khan! By the way hire do you know of Weiss Schnee? Did you parents meet with her family?

Jaune: no no she’s my classmates at beacon!

Sienna shocked: BEACON! Your much too young to be attending. Are you okay? Are you in need of help?

Laughing Jaune out his hands up in a pacifying manner: no no! I’m okay to be honest my friend accidentally spelt a crazy rainbow concoction on me that aged me 6 years backwards.

Sienna: what?! That explains your speech but then why are you so kind to me, a fanus?

Jaune: well I don’t have any reason to hate you. I mean you’ve done me no harm, you didn’t send hate to me, and just because your a fanus doesn’t mean we can’t get along or be friends!After all at the end of the day we all bleed red.

Touched by his word Sienna couldn’t help but think of Ghira who talked of peace to bridge the rift and maybe he was right. Here a human was treating her as a equal even with all the chaos the fang brought to the kingdoms. Plus he was a little cutie and legal by Vale’s laws.

Sienna: you’ve given me a lot to think about young one. How about I give you my thanks?

Jaune: young one? Please you can’t be more then 24 years old! Plus I didn’t do anything special but I accept you r thanks!

She then picked up the shota and whispered into his ear: my thanks shall be given in a hotel room one block away and while I giving you my “thanks” you can call me mommy.

Jaune blushing but into it: Y-YES MOMMY!

Smiling Sienna said:Good boy❤️.

[nicos-oc-hell]

IDENTITY

Full name: Jebron Jack Perphyra

Nicknames: Bron, JJ, Jack

Date of birth: November 12th, 1979

Gender: Cis-male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Blood status: half-blood

Ethnicity/Race: Elven and Caucasian (some egyptian through his great grandmother)

Nationality: New Zealand

MAGIC & HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: yew wood, phoenix feather and 8 ¼ inches

Animagus: Tiger

Quidditch: chaser

Prefect: yes

Head boy: yes

Clubs: no

APPEARANCE AND VOICE

Faceclaim: Child - Sprouse Twins, Teen - Asher Angel and Adult - Jack Quaid

Height: 5’7

Hair color: light brown

Hair style:

Eye color: light green

Skin tone: fair and tan

Scars: no

Modifications: no

Distinguishing marks: none so far but in his 6th year when he’s in America, he gets a chameleon tattoo to wrap around his leg and a dragon tattoo to wrap around his arms, with the head resting on his shoulder

Clothing style:

Accessories: a ring he hassled Raimund out of on his 11th birthday

What’s in their pockets?

Coins

Candy

Wand

A pen

What’s in their school bag?

Sketch book

Text books

Ink

Parchment paper

Quills

Voice claim: 

Young - Asher Angel

Older - Jack Quaid

Languages understood: English, Elvish, Danish and Russian

Languages spoken: English, Elvish, Danish and Russian

Speech and/or language disorder: a slight lisp when he talking Elvish since the words aren’t pronounced how they are spelt

PERSONALITY

Favorites:

Color: Green

Food: Blueberry waffles with strawberries and chocolate in the pockets, also syrup has to be drizzled on top. Not too much syrup or he refuses to eat it

Weather: Cloudy

Books: It, goosebumps

Hobbies: Drawing, hanging out with his favorite uncles (Alvar and Raimund), figuring out lacrosse and American football

Music: He went to America one time for 2 weeks and is now hooked on rap music

Dislikes: Ron Weasley, no particular reason, he’s just annoying and he doesn’t like cats

RELATIONSHIP

Father: Anatoly Perphyra

Mother: Ashley Lestrange

Twin brother: Sinncere Perphyra

Pet(s): A bloodhound named, Sniffer and a pit bull named, tigger

S/O: Jimena Gallardo @endlessly-cursed

Children: tbd

Friends:

Sinncere

Draco Malfoy

Theo Nott

Blaise Zabini

Anthony Goldstein

Terry Boot

Michael Corner

Dotta Rowle (in the picture above with Sinncere)

(Let me know if you want your ocs to be friends with either of the twins)

Doormates:

Terry Boot

Michael Corner

Anthony Goldstein

FACTS

His accent comes out strong when he’s talking fast which makes it even more hard to understand

Went on a 2 week trip to muggle America during the summer with Sinncere, Draco, Blaise and Theo because of a bet with Antonin and Thorfinn, saying they couldn’t last 2 weeks

First one to have a magical occurrence which was flooding the house with plants

Tries to hide his accent

Got 2 dogs to one up Sinncere

Loves his brother more than anything…but he will make sure that he one ups Sinncere every time

Both equally smart, Jebron is book smart and Sinncere is street smart

Favorite uncles = Alvar and Raimund

Prefers maternal grandparents

[maeve-writes]

Heroes

Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Stripper!Steve Rogers

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI 

Warnings: Adult situations, alcohol consumption, allusion to mild cheating(??). More to be added later.

Summary: It’s your friend’s birthday and you’re dragged to the Heroes club. You’re not one for that kind of place, but you quickly change your mind after you get to play the damsel in distress for a pair of Brooklyn babes. 

a/n: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own and please forgive me. This is the second story I’ve written in a while. Forgive me?

You normally don’t go to these sorts of places but it was your friend’s 30th birthday and it was on her bucket list. Luckily, you weren’t talked into planning any of it, just had to toss in some cash for the fee to get in and the never ending flow of drinks, plus the very special Birthday Girl Dance package.

It took you three years after the second Magic Mike movie came out to watch the first one. The idea of male strippers seemed odd. But, when you really thought about it, so did female strippers. 

Nevertheless, the night ultimately wasn’t about you, it was about your friend and her birthday. You were happy to be there with your friends, enjoying the celebration and drinks, seeing hot guys take off their clothes was a weird added bonus.

Heroes was the club to go if you wanted to see buff dudes bare it all. Tara, the birthday girl, had been raving about it for months. She found videos of it online and shared them in your group chat. That, of course, had your other friends looking for more videos and all of them started to have their favorites.

“Girl, some of them even give private shows,” Sonya, the oldest and who was supposed to be the responsible one of your group, mock-whispered excitedly.

You tried not to roll your eyes as your gang was escorted to the front table near the stage. It was a semicircular booth where small round tables came up from the floor, big enough for drinks, but small and spaced out enough to allow for bodies to move around and in between.

Your host was a slender built guy on the younger side, barely old enough to be allowed in. He had a baby face and a boyish smile, but his muscles were well defined as the club forced him to be shirtless save for the small bow tie around his neck with a spider in the middle, and the tiny pair of shorts that cupped his rear which stayed there by what you guessed was his will or magic. Maybe both.

“Here you are, ladies,” he guided, instructing Tara to take her seat near the middle. “The name’s Peter- uh Spider-Man. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

That set off a fit of giggles from your friends which caused a full body flush from your waiter. His embarrassment tugged at your heartstrings. “New at this, Mr. Spider,” you asked.

His flush darkened and he rubbed absently at the back at his neck after he passed out the menus. “It’s Spider-Man,” he corrected you, “but is it that obvious?” You tilted your head and scrunched up your nose, parting your pointer and thumb a small ways apart. He laughed in return, his shoulders relaxing a little. You gave him a wink and a smile before the rest of your friends attacked the poor kid with their drink and food orders.

You felt sorry for the guy, but he seemed to have loosened up a bit since your small, playful banter and your friends ate up his boyish charm. 

While you waited for your turn to order, you looked around the club to find its sleek design, not something you thought a strip club would offer. The walls were painted black, accented by silver framed posters of the dancers. Above each were white neon lights that spelt out their Hero name.

The rest of the booths were like your own, made of soft black cushions, black metal bases which were illuminated underneath by white light. The tables that sprang from the ground were polished silver necks with textured tempered glass tops to keep drink slipping and spilling to a minimum.

Of course, all of the booths surrounded the stage, which was mostly closed off by a thick black curtain, save for the large catwalk that split half of the sitting area in two. It was wide enough to fit three large men comfortably across it, shoulder to shoulder, and from some of the videos your group shared, they had done so before.

When Peter- there was no way you were going to refer to him by his Hero name- got to your order last, you could hear other rowdy groups start to file in. A couple of bachelorette parties, a girl’s 21st birthday, and a Happy Divorce Finalization Day were all joining you. Your friends quickly became friends with everyone in the room, so even if the show sucked, at least all of you could get drunk and have fun.

“Excuse me, ladies,” a voice rang out above you. Cheers burst from the crowd and every light in the room popped out and stayed out until the room fell silent. “Now that I have your attention…” A tall, dark man walked out from the split of the curtains. He wore a wireless microphone over his ear, an eyepatch over his eye which rested just above a self assured smile. Dressed in a fitted pair of leather pants and combat boots, he strode to the center crossroads of the stage and catwalk, “My name is Director Fury. I will be introducing you to your Heroes tonight.” He paused for another round of catcalls. “And hopefully we can save you from the Villains, too.” That drew out louder screams from the crowd.

“Now, what do we do to the bad girls like you,” he paused, looking pointedly to the crowd, “we contain,” he pulled a piece of rope from the back of his pants and tossed it into a group nearby, “detain,” he pulled out cuffs and twirled them around a finger before he threw those out as well, “and entertain.” With that, the bass dropped and the curtain flew open, behind Director Fury were the Heroes (and Villains) in all of their sweat slicked glory. 

Once the Director stepped aside, the seven dancers on stage began their opening routine. Dressed in black vests and tear-away leather pants, the men paraded around the stage and catwalk to the thump of the music, pulling off pieces of their clothing as they went. The women around you went wild, snatching at whatever was tossed their way, fighting playfully for it. While it seemed incredibly silly, Tara was having the time of her life and you absently sipped at your Tequila Sunrise while you scrolled on your phone. 

The dance number finished not two minutes later with a screaming cheer and standing ovation from the rest of the already slightly tipsy crowd. Director Fury came out while the dancers disappeared into the back to get ready, he worked the crowd, mentioning the brides-to-be and promised them a very special wedding gift before the night was over. “But I heard there were a couple of birthdays here,” Fury said, looking between your group and the one behind you. “Now, I’m going to get the young gun back there in a moment, but… a little bird told me that you,” he pointed to your friend, “are a very big fan of our first Hero of the night.” 

Tara squealed and stood up, “Fuck yes, I am. God bless Captain America! ...and dat ass!”

It was obvious that Director Fury was trying to keep his composure, but the corners of his lips twitched like he wanted to join in on the laughter from the crowd. “Well, he is certainly blessed,” he replied, “and ladies, you will be, too, when you see him at full salute.” He winked and started to walk off stage, “Captain? Duty calls…”

Some sort of abomination of the Star Spangled Banner started to play, remixed with drum and bass. You looked up to see what kind of horror show would come from something treasonous as what bled from the speakers around you, you were met with over six feet of muscle covered in a fitted blue suit, fingerless leather gloves on his hands, and a round metal shield on his back painted red, white, and blue. 

The Captain’s background was what looked like a large war ship with painted ski-masked bad guys spread throughout the levels. His stage allowed him ramps and poles to move up and down, which he used freely. He used a mixture of acrobatics and dance to move across the stage, tossing the shield around, “fighting off the bad guys” and losing his clothes in the process. By the end of the song he was left in just the leather gloves and a very tight pair of shorts, much like the ones Peter wore, except the Captains had the same pattern of his shield printed across the backside. 

Tara’s screams knocked you out of your daze and you realized you hadn’t stared down at your phone at all during the Captain’s dance. You watched all five minutes of it and couldn’t tear your eyes away. Heroes wasn’t about getting drunk women horny, they wanted to put on a show, too. You clapped lightly, though it was drowned out by the cheering around you, but unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t unnoticed. 

Fury was out once again and he brought up the first bachelorette of the night. He put her in a chair on the catwalk and gave her a candy-garterbelt. Then he asked her waiter, a guy named “Ant Man”, to remove it with only his tongue, which he happily obliged. 

Peter cut off your view with another drink, one you didn’t order. “On the house,” he said with a lopsided grin and placed the red, white, and blue layered drink next to your nearly empty Sunrise. Before you could ask him who ordered it, the candy garterbelt was being tugged between the bachelorette and her waiter. It ended in a tongue-y kiss and the ladies went wild. 

“Let’s hope her future husband doesn’t mind,” you muttered and turned your attention to your phone once again. Director Fury, thankfully, broke up the awkward scene on stage and began to introduce the next dancers. It was a pair, brothers, apparently, and they worked on the good versus bad troupe. Thor and Loki were opposites in every sense of the word. Thor was a large blond with a commanding presence. He had a bright smile and sun kissed skin that looked great in his red and gold trimmed briefs. But his brother was slender, graceful - almost cat-like, with dark hair and a mischievous grin all wrapped in flawless alabaster skin. They didn’t look like brothers, but they moved around each other like they had been together all of their lives, and knew each other’s moves. 

You only caught half of their story, as you were already halfway done with, what you found out was called the American Glory drink, and half wondered if that was what Captain America tasted like. Fury was up again and had the young lady celebrating her 21st birthday take two shots and lick the salt from Thor and Loki’s still sweaty chests. 

Peter found his way in front of you again and said that someone needed to talk to you about your card being declined. You frowned and excused yourself from your friends to find out what was going on. There shouldn’t have been a problem, you got paid the day before, there was plenty of money in your account.

You were taken to a hall that connected what seemed like offices, the dressing room, and the route to the backstage. “Sorry,” Peter said sheepishly, “they said this was the only way to get you back here. Gotta go.” He waved and jogged back out to the lobby.

Confused, you were about to shout out after him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned, you faced that wall of American muscle beaming down at you. “Hey there,” he greeted, a smile almost blinding you from its perfection. “Don’t be too mad at the kid, I asked him to get you back here.”

“What,” was all you could get out. He was thankfully dressed, but his muscles were straining against the white tshirt and the gym shorts did not hide the package he carried. Even with all of that, what mesmerized you most was his eyes, sparkling blue and bright with amusement. 

“This next bit requires audience participation and he had someone in mind,” the Captain replied like he explained everything.

“We had someone in mind,” a voice corrected behind the door you two stood near. You tore your eyes away from the blond and eyed the wood barrier suspiciously. 

“Don’t worry,” Captain America laughed, capturing your attention once again, “it’s nothing too dangerous or embarrassing. You just have to sit there, pretend to be tied up, and me and Buck will dance around you.” He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in thought, “Well, actually, you really will be tied up, but we promise we’ll let you go once we’re done.”

“Or not, if you don’t want us to,” came the voice again, which made the Captain laugh.

You blinked up at him and frowned, “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” he shook his head. “We might dance on you a little, if you don’t mind, the crowd likes it. But if not, we can work around that.” The thought of Captain America in those tiny shorts grinding on you was a very nice thought.

“‘Sfine,” you shrugged.

He beamed and reached out to squeeze you on the shoulder, his touch lingering and his thumb running along your collarbone. “I’ll let the stage team know.” Reluctantly, he dropped his hand and knocked on the door next to you both, “Five minutes.” When he heard a ‘yeah, got it’, the Captain motioned you to follow him. 

The stage crew took over and the Captain disappeared to get ready. You were told about the chair you’d be sitting in, the rope that would be tied around your chest and if you would be okay with it. There was some hesitation on your part, but ultimately you agreed. They brought you on stage, a winter wonderland of sorts and placed you on a log-like chair. The rope wasn’t tight, but it was obvious you were the damsel in distress. 

“One of you was taken,” Director Fury said from the other side of the curtain in front of you, “by The Winter Soldat. Will she survive? Will she be saved?” All of the lights turn off once again and an industrial heavy beat thrummed through the speakers, rattling your bones. Red stage lights shone down on you when the curtain pulled open and your friends lost their minds.

To your right you saw a figure stalk out of the dark, red light bouncing off a silver metal arm. A mask covered the lower half of his face, but his eyes were trained on you like you were prey. His black muscle shirt clung tightly to his chest, one sleeve missing to show off his arm, and his black tactical pants stretched against his thick thighs. You could feel the shaking of the stage from the stomps of his booted feet.

Eyes wide, you stared at him until he stopped short of your chair on cue with the music. His nostrils flared lightly before he moved again, the music flowing with him. He slung one leg over the side over your chair, straddling you. The metal arm clamped the wooden back rest of the chair and he narrowed his gaze. Lights flash around you, strobing from red to white and back again until they settle on the house lights. 

Soldat began to roll his body with the tempo, blue eyes locked with yours. You could hear the screams behind him as he dancing, but neither of you were paying attention. 

His hips circled until he’s seated on your lap, you’re practically nose to nose. He brought his flesh hand to the side of your face and you could feel it trembling against your skin. With him that close you could hear him mutter in some other language that isn’t English, you’re guessing Russian, but you’re not sure. Either way, you felt crushed by his weight and you liked it. You didn't want him to go. 

But the music changed and the lights started to flash again, red, white, and now blue mixed in. Captain America joined the two of you on stage and Soldat slipped from your lap. Just as Thor and Loki had before, these two moved around each other like they were made from the same mold. 

During the fight, pieces of clothing were tossed aside and at one point you were freed from your bonds. Soldat pulled you up from your chair and up against his chest, your backside pressed so tightly against him you could almost feel his heartbeat. He moved you with him as he continued to fight the Captain.

Until seconds before the song ended and the music swelled, the Captain landed one good blow to Soldat and sandwiched you between them. The Winter Soldier recalibrated and recognized his old friend and you. He pulled the Captain into a big bear hug and then picked you up bridal style, taking you off stage with cheers from the crowd.

Once you’re all off stage, he sat you down with a hearty laugh. “You did a fantastic job, sweetheart,” the Soldier praised, running his metal hand through his chin length brown hair. “Couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner.” Flushed from embarrassment and arousal, you continued to stare at him until you were joined by the Captain. “I told you she’d be great, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, Buck, you know how to pick ‘em,” the blond agreed with a smile.

“Thanks,” you replied breathlessly, finally coming out of your stupor. “That was… fun. I’m just going to go back to my seat now, I guess.”

“Wait,” the one named “Buck” jumped to stop you, “we were wondering if you wanted a private show?” You heard about those from Tara. You knew that they were exclusive and very expensive… and sometimes had happy endings. They seemed to sense your hesitation because they both added in unison as they eyed you up like you were a four course meal, “For free.”

“I never turn down free anything,” you shrugged. The pair turned to look at each other and their smiles turned to wicked grins. You aren’t sure what you got yourself into, but you’re pretty sure you were going to enjoy it.

a/n: Part Two coming soon... with smut!

[toaverse]

Would the others try and explain to isa and lola that they aren't siblings, and that they're actually cousins and would they react kindly too it?

Like being with someone your whole life and then just being that, obviously with the trauma there's gotta be some attachment between them.

(and which side of the family are they more attached to, since they're decided that agustin is their dad (idk if I spelt his name right sorry))

And how would they like get to know the others (like bonding activitys Ig) obviously with the felix and julieta issue would there be more complicattions there.

Sorry for asking lots of questions but I'm really interested :3

Let’s answer these questions one by one!

Agustín wanted to explain the whole “you two are actually cousins” thing once finding out who Isa and Lola where, but didn’t because he didn’t want to break their hearts. Alma heavily disagrees with that approach, but she’s just simply happy that the family was back together again despite some issues. Pepa however, was much, much more vocal on telling the truth to the girls, and constantly remind them that; no, they aren’t sisters but cousins, and that she was Dolores’ mamá. Unfortunately, Isa and Dolores either thought she was joking or brushed it off. This went on until Pepa kinda lost it…

Definitely the blue colored family! Once the girls got the whole color coding thing, they switched to wear blue!

Yes! Lots of bonding! They would help Luisa with chores (they fail at first, but oh well!). They would hang out with Pepa outside no matter the weather, even in the rain or in a storm! The two girls would see stuff with Mira. They would feed and look after the rats with Bruno. Camilo would probably try to rope the two into pranking villagers with him, but Isa and Lola would probably refuse. And they would definitely play with Antonio when all the adults would be busy with chores! And although Pepa tried to the girls to bond with Félix and Julieta, that obviously kinda failed…