#but no he 🥺 he is a buddy. he’s built to be your little buddy 😭😭🤧

[daylighteclipsed]

Was wondering what the BD in BD-1 stands for and

Bbuddy droid… he made to be a buddy. Best buddy

[scarletwinterxx]

sweeter than fiction - dad mark lee scenario

hellooo ~ i know a lot of you waited for dad mark🥺to be honest, i'm not sure if there will be a next one. this one feels like that full circle moment. But i'm not one to close doors so maybe in the future I will write more but it might take a while before i make one. thank you again for loving this series so muchhh, from all thirteen parts of my heart THANK YOU THANK YOU🥺🤍🤍🤍

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Navigating parenthood is not an easy task, to this day it's still a daunting task. Mark's eldest son is already 13 but until now there are days he worries he might not be doing it right.

Then he thinks of you, how you've basically dedicated your life growing and nurturing your family and all he can think about is how lucky he is. You have gifted him with three beautiful children and a home you've built with love, compassion, kindness and everything good in this world. To Mark, you deserve nothing less than the universe but for now all he can give you is a luxury vacation with your mom.

At first you were reluctant to leave him with all 3 kids but Minjung is at that age where he already helps around the house, Minjee is grown enough too and knows just what she likes and when she likes it and Minsu well he's still a baby but Mark can handle that.

Or so he says.

"Buddy, can you check on your sister please? She's been quiet for five minutes. I'm getting worried" Mark tells his oldest while the youngest is fast asleep in his arms after drinking milk.

Minjung gets up from where he was reading his book to go check on his sister, it was still early in the day so Mark's thinking of taking everyone out to pass some time.

Mark waits for the two siblings to come downstairs after calling their names, the two walking towards the living room "How about we go out for the day? Go to the beach and have a picnic?" he suggests

"But mom said you can't cook, you're not allowed to touch the stove" Minjee says like she's teasing her dad

"I'm not going to, missy. We're going to get food outside then we'll have a picnic"

"Sounds fun" Minjung says

"Can I bring some plushies?" Minjee asks "You can take two"

"But daaaad"

"Nope not today, sissy. It's only the four of us okay? If one of your dolls get lost I can't find it. You can take them all next time"

The little girl pouts but nods her head. Mark gives himself a mental pat in the back for not saying yes to her so easily, you'd be proud of him.

"Okay, go get ready. We'll leave in a while"

The trip to the beach was quick, turns out Minjee is very much like you. She didn’t enjoy being under the sun for too long and didn’t like it when the sand get between her toes. It was adorable but Mark can only handle so much alone so the four of them ended up at a nearby ice cream shop before heading home. 

When they got home, Mark ordered food for everyone since he’s still banned from cooking and the kids wanted pizza for dinner so that’s what he got. Then he got them ready for bed before checking the house and making his way upstairs to your bedroom. 

Mark just finished talking with you on the phone when he hears the knocking on the bedroom door before Minjung pokes his head in, “Dad? Can I go in?”

“Hey buddy, what’s up? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Mark asks his oldest son, patting your side of the bed. Minjung walks towards his dad, getting on the bed beside his dad

“There’s something I want to ask you” he says, playing with his fingers. A mannerism he got from you, Mark notices. You used to do that too when you’re about to ask him about something. 

“What is it?” he asks his son

“How did you tell mom you liked her?”

Mark was definitely not expecting that question, and he’s definitely not ready for one of his babies to start asking about love. 

“How did I tell your mom I liked her?” Mark asked back, making Minjung nod his head

“Well I uh, actually it’s a funny story” Mark smiles as he recalls the memory from that day. The start of you and him. “I had a big crush on your mom, I liked her so so much I always get nervous when I talk to her, I always end up saying only two to three words to her. She was the prettiest girl in class, she’s smart, confident. I really thought she was waaaay out of my league. But she was always nice to me, she always talked to me in class, shared her notes with me when I was busy or I missed a class. Then I thought about asking her to get ice cream after school but I got too shy, your uncle Hyuck had to help me”

“What happened?” Minjung asks, smiling up at his dad. Excited to hear the story.

“He literally pushed me in front of your mom and told her I had something to say. I stuttered so bad but she just smiled at me, that was the day I embarrassed myself in front of her but that was also the day she said yes to getting ice cream with me” Mark grins at his son, their smiles a mirror of each other. 

Now he realizes Minjung has always been surrounded with love because of you and him. He didn’t have to worry because his son knows what love is.  Him and his siblings are a product of that love, and also this home. 

Everyday Minjung hears his mom laugh at his dad’s joke even though sometimes it’s not that funny, everyday he sees his dad smile at his mom even when she’s not looking, everyday he sees them hugging in the kitchen during the quiet morning just before all the rush, everyday he sees his dad come in the door after a long day at work with his arms wide open waiting for his mom’s hug like a homecoming ceremony. 

“How did you know you love mom?”

“It’s a lot of things all at once. I don’t know how to describe it, not even now after being together for so many years. A part of me always knew she was the one even before I fully realized it. I don’t remember life before her or what comes after her. I just know I live for her, and you and your siblings” he tells his son, giving his hair a ruffle “You’ll know what I’m talking about one day”

“So, I just ask her to go get ice cream with me?” Minjung asks

Oh right, Mark remembers what this conversation was about. “Yea, just think about what she likes. If she likes ice cream then yeah, or if she likes going out for a walk how about a walk in the park or movies. Just be genuine, always be a gentleman and respect her decision”

Minjung nods at his father’s words, “When is mom coming home?”

“Tomorrow”

“Can I uh, stay here with you? Can we watch Spiderman?”

Mark can never say no to his kids, even after all these years of being a dad he still doesn’t know how to do it. That’s why he always gets scolded by you because the kids know they can ask him if there’s something they want and you say no. 

“Sure buddy, that sounds fun. Go get the remote”

A few hours later, the father-son look alike is fast asleep on the bed. The tv playing in the background, casting a light on the two. That was the sight that welcomed you when you entered the bedroom. 

You wanted to surprise Mark by coming home tonight but it looks like you’re the one being surprised. Mark was snoring lightly while Minjung was sleeping beside him, you see the movie playing on the screen and chuckle to yourself. Minhyung and Minjung really are twins. 

Watching Minjung grow up, you see more of Mark in him as the years pass by. Feels like yesterday you just took him home, two very nervous first time parents. Now your first baby is growing up to be a fine young man. 

Walking slowly towards the bed, you get the remote first to turn off the tv. Pulling the covers over Minjung to make sure he’s tucked in. Leaning down to give him a goodnight kiss before going back to Mark’s side. There was enough space for you to scoot yourself in, you lay your head on his chest. The feeling of something or someone rather, laying on him makes Mark wake up from his slumber

“Huh?” he grumbles, arms reaching out to feel around the bed. Then he recognizes immediately who it was “Baby, you’re here already?”

“Yea, I wanted to surprise you and the kids” you whisper back. You feel his arms tighten around you, holding you closer on his chest and giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

“Is everything okay with Minjung?” you ask, wondering why he’s sleeping here

“Huh? Oh yea, we were just watching a movie. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Are you okay sleeping here? You comfy?”

You smile at his question, there’s really no place more comfortable than his embrace. You lean your head up to kiss him on the chin before tucking yourself back into him. “I’m good here. Goodnight, baby”

“I missed you” you hear him say before sleep takes over once again. 

And that’s how you ended your day, with your two boys with you. The next morning, you wake up before the two boys. You gently pry away from Mark’s grip to check on your other babies. You check Minjee first, she’s still fast asleep on her bed while cuddling one of her many plushies. She’s always been a deep sleeper. You know not to wake her up or else she’ll be grumpy the whole day so you let her be. 

Next you check your youngest, Minsu. The baby boy also still fast asleep in his crib. Now a year old, he’s a mix of you and Mark. He got your nose and his father’s cheeks. He likes watching his older brother play the piano ad loves dancing with his big sister. Minsu is the beloved youngest member of the Lee family. 

You make your way downstairs to start breakfast, but first you make yourself a cup of coffee. You were waiting for the coffee to brew when you feel a pair of arms circle your waist, your husband burrying his face on the side of your neck

“Goodmorning, Mr. Lee. How was your sleep?” 

“Better, now that you’re back. But you left so I woke up”

You chuckle at how adorable Mark was, even after all these years he can still make the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around. It’s silly but your crush for your husband never really went away, if anything it just got stronger over the years. 

“You’re cute, so how was the kids while I was gone?” you ask him, this time Mark rests his chin on your shoulder to tell you about the previous happenings while you were gone

“Minsu is an angel, he loves the baby food you left. I think it was the mashed avocado one. Minjee can now ride a bike, she’s still wobbly but she’s definitely better than you”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding baby, but am I wrong? You don’t know how to ride a bike” he teases you

“I know how to ride you” you tease him back. You can hear Mark laugh from behind you, feeling his chest vibrate against your back “That you do, don’t tempt me”

You turn around in his arms so now you’re chest to chest, Mark looks down at you eyes full of love “I missed you” he mumbles 

“Missed you too, where’s my kiss?” You don’t need to ask him twice, his lips are immediately on yours. You can feel him smile against your lips, arms tightening around you. You enjoyed the short vacation but really there’s no place you’d rather be, this is your own safe haven. 

Mark is  and will forever your own getaway. 

Breaking away from each other, Mark peppers kisses all over your face eliciting giggles from you. 

“By the way, is Minjung okay? Why was he in our room last night?” you ask your husband

“Oh yea, he just wanted to ask me about something. Be ready though”

“Be ready for what?”

“Our son asked me how I asked you out, I think he’s planning to ask someone out on a date”

You stare back at him with a shocked look, just like Mark expected. 

“Our baby’s all grown up now. Remember when you first left us home alone” Mark chuckles

“Nooooo, my baby boy”

“Well he’s not so baby anymore”

You can’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling, you’re definitely not ready for this. “What did you tell him?” you ask

“Exactly what happened when I asked you out”

“You mean when you asked me out to get ice cream, that time Hyuck literally pushed you towards me” you chuckle as you remember that day

“Mhm”

“Now that you said that, I’m wondering too. Why did you like me?” you ask him

“That’s like asking why the sky is blue” Mark mumbles, rolling his eyes playfully

“Indulge me, come on tell meeee. Or how did you know you loved me”

“I’m gonna tell you because we’re already married so you can’t run away from me now. I knew I was going to marry you the moment we met. I just knew. You smiled at me and I just know that was a smile I want to see every morning I wake up and every night before I go to sleep. I knew I loved you when you got me a bible for my birthday after I lost my old one. You said you weren’t the most religious person but you went out your way to get that for me. You loved me in ways I didn’t know I could find love. If one day Minjung ask me again about love, I’ll tell him all about you because that’s what love means to me. It’s you”

“Oh my gosh, our baby is all grown up. What are we going to do? I’m not ready for this” you tell him, eyes filled tears both from his declaration of love and the idea of your little being in love

“Hey don’t cry. It’s exciting to see him growing up, and he’s not shy asking us about what to do so it’s a good thing. We’ll be there when he needs us, our baby still needs us” he cradles your face in hands, ready to wipe any tear that’s threatening to spill

“Where did the time go? Next thing we know it’s Jee asking us if she can go out on a date. What will you do then?” you ask with a laugh

“Easy, I’ll go with them”

“You’re not going to our daughter’s first date”

“Like heck I won’t. I’ll be three tables away, she won’t even notice I’m there”

You laugh at Mark’s future plan, there’s never really a dull day being married to him. Even though you’re never sure what the future holds, one thing you’re sure of is you’re ready to face it as long as you have him by your side. You used to dream about this life you have with him, marrying the man of your dreams and live happily ever after. 

But Mark gave you so much more than that, he gave you the fairytale reality others can only dream about. He’s the dream man made just for you and he’s yours in this lifetime. 

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

part11: your day

[batsyforyou]

Lindir Sleep Headcanons

Pairing: Lindir x reader

Warnings: None

Author's Note: I’m feeling really guilty about the lack of progress I’ve made for my longer fics. So I’m trying to pump out my headcanons instead. Blanket Series! 

Has a whole routine 

Skincare, tea time, and reading by the fireplace are all apart of his night routine

His entire routine is built around him wanting to decompress from the stress of the day and trying to shake off whatever impending stress and anxiety is likely to come tomorrow.

He starts with a hot bath to soothe his muscles and usually likes to have his space and alone time for a little while

He makes himself some herbal tea before bed and loves to just rock himself in the rocking chair by the fireplace, reading and sipping on his tea.

He would die happy if you joined him while he reads 

Will die sooner if you decide to sit on his lap and chill with him 

The creepy open eyed stare on this baby is very minimal like 5/100

His eyes are open the tiniest amount so you can't even tell their open most of the time

It's like watching someone try not to fall asleep while watching a movie. 

He loves to cuddle you but similar to Finrod he’ll start out cuddling you till he falls asleep 

He’ll turn away from you and curl into a ball or the classic fetal position

Loves it when you lay on him to go to sleep 

It's like having the weighted blanket of his dreams. Especially if he’s laying on his stomach. Honestly there is no faster way to get him to sleep. 

He just loves having the comfort of your breathing in his ear and the feeling of your heartbeat. 

On the plus side getting to sleep like this means he won’t roll around

Even if you elbow him in the ribs from time to time he’ll just grunt and shift a little bit. 

And if you apologize and try to leave him he’ll grab your hand and ask you to stay.

He doesn’t glow so you get to shove your face into the crook of his neck and inhale his scent

He smells phenomenal all the time 

Almost never snores and adores it when you kiss his head before bed

Overall Lindir is 9/10 sleep buddy 🥺 and is totally worth the occasional hair in the mouth. 

Masterlist

[findafight]

Holly missing Steve after the relationship ended 🥺🥺 is just so sweet and so sad because you know he was always kind to her and listened to what she was saying. Whereas her older siblings might have begrudgingly done so because of the age difference and the responsibility they had to carry since she's the baby.

I've read a couple of wonderful fics where Steve continues to see Holly after the break up and Nancy doesn't notice till months later because she's too focused on upside down stuff and Jonathan. Which I can totally see happening just based on everything.

I just picture Steve in longer relationships internally being like "Our Sibling ◉⁠‿⁠◉". Idk, I'm just rambling and thinking of Steve with younger kids and him treating them like actual people instead of the kind disinterest people can have.

A while ago we were talking about how Steve and Nancy potentially met when Steve taught parent and tot swimming to Holly and Nancy stepped in for Karen, so she met Steve in the summer of '83 and so technically Holly is the Wheeler with the most claim on Steve lol. that's her man!!

I think the Wheeler siblings' relationships are so neat because I have siblings, and I was definitely babysitting my baby brother and sister, but we're all close? So when siblings aren't talking to each other I'm sad :( those are your built in friends who you have to put up with! They are your minions! especially as young as Holly is. Yeah she's probably very annoying, but you must weaponize the annoying to your advantage!

I would love fic recs with Holly and Steve being buddies!! He and Nancy dated for nearly a year, that's a significant amount of time for a toddler, and I think Steve and her would have had fun together! I see Nancy walking into her living room only to see Steve and Holly lying on the floor having a tea party because he's babysitting her. She refuses to be babysat by anyone else. if it's been a while she'll sit at dinner and say "Mommy? isn't it time you and daddy had dinner away from us? so Nancy can go out too and then Steve can visit?" she's pushing them out the door. single highhandedly saving the Wheeler's marriage by forcing them to go on bi weekly date nights lmao.

Steve when his partner of at least three months has a little sibling:

[jiminiepabo]

BTS As Your Best Friends

I was feeling inspired by my BTS As Your Boyfriend series, and I wanted to give yall a cute little friend moment! 💕

Comtains: Fluff, that's about it lmao

This is only with the maknaes, but the others will come soon!

°+~♡~+°

Jungkook-

THIS MAN....

Devious asf 💀💅

He actually will not shut his fucking mouth, bro will call you up at 4 in the morning to talk to you about how his day went

Lowkey invites himself to your place unapologetically

Very juvenile, in a good way. Like sleepovers with snacks and movies and pillow forts

THE GOSSIP KING 👑

And he will fill you in on all the bangtan tea

He's the type to make pinky promises not to tell after he talks hella shit abt someone 💀

Not that he talks hella shit that much, but the occasion that it happens, expect a lot to come out of his mouth.

Very good listener tho, if you actually have an issue, he's gonna be there for you

Definitely tells you way too much about his dating life...

He also falls asleep on you, so get used to it. he's an affectionate bitch, what can he say? And with all the sleepovers yall are having, he can't help it

Okay but tell me why I think he'd love playing hair salon with you 👀

One of his downsides as a friend is that he's a fucking celebrity and has a shit ton of other people to interact with and other places to go

So don't expect too much from the poor guy, he's got a lot on his plate.

Recently we found out that he vapes, so he for sure needs a vape buddy

ALSO

He is SO GOOD at dating advice

Whoever you're into, he will be right there planning your wedding on a pinterest board.

Expect lots of singing in the car

In all, jaykay is fucking hyper but he's a great bestie to have

Taehyung-

Tae is your deep ass convo kinda guy

Like yeah, he's fun asf, but damn he's just built to talk about deep shit with you

If any of these friendships are likely to turn into relationships, it's gonna be with Tae

He just loves love 😭

And honestly, as he should

And I'm not saying that you return the feelings, but you are the one reading a Bts imagine on tumblr... 🤷‍♀️

Besides the fact that he lowkey has a crush on you, you'll probably be at his house more than your own

I can see him just talking and talking for hours on end with his bestie while you chill on the couch with a TV show playing in the background

Probably has a cute nickname for you

Like if you're short, he calls you shorty. And if your cute, he calls you cutie.

IDK MAN IM BAD AT THIS 💀💀💀

But he'll come up with something cute

Your contact name in his phone will probably be something along the lines of "my wife" or "wifey"

Or smth stupid like that just bc he likes you 💀

And he won't tell anyone either, he just unironically talks about you all the time, nothing suspicious 👀

Expect chaos when he's drunk tho

He goes WILD

It's fun though, seeing him being smiley and not contemplating the complexities of life to you

Your man is weird asf but you gotta love him

Jimin-

Someone needs to calm him down and give him a massage or smth

Because when I tell you...

JIMIN IS THE FLIRTIEST HOE EVER

He doesn't even like you, it's just jimin being jimin

Very sweet tho 🥺

He seems kinda awkward about giving advice bc he doesn't know exactly what to say, but he'll listen really good

Also, no offense to jimin, but he's a mess.

He's so caring that he likes someone new every other day istg

And he'll tell you all about it and it's the cutest thing ever watching him have so much love for so many people

May or may not have mid-life crises during the night and come over to drink alcohol and pour his heart out to you

He's a people pleaser so be a good friend and encourage him or compliment him a lot

He will most likely flirt with you in return but it secretly makes him feel reassured so just take one for the team

Probably will give you fashion advice tbh

And he's an icon so you let him do his thing

I think he'd like doing things like drawing or painting or dancing as an activity with you

Like it's fun to do, but it's quiet enough for him to talk about his problems

This is so sad but I feel like he projects a very happy image but he doesn't always feel it inside

He may struggle with self image and dependence on others

So he needs you to be his anchor to hold him down and tell him he'll be alright

And he'll do the same for you, don't worry.

°+~♡~+°

Hope you enjoyed! The hyung line version is coming soon! 💕

My requests are open 😘

[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1

Summary: You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an orange grove when your precocious daughter befriends one of the construction workers. James Mace was not looking for love. And he definitely wasn’t looking for kids.

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: 🥺

Warnings:  mentions of a character death, loss of a parent, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Series Masterlist

“Mommy,” your littlest love runs full force into your bed, her giggly little face squishing up against your back.  “Mommy!  It’s time to wake up, Benning has got to get to school,” for four years old, and someone that didn’t go to big kid school, she was the mother hen.  

“I tried waking him up, but he said he’s waiting on you.”

“I know, baby,” you groan, taking a quick peek at the alarm clock.  You had five more minutes to sleep.  But that child that was tapping on your back was the best way to wake up.

“Mommy!” 

“I’m up.  I’m up, baby,” sitting up in the bed, you take a deep yawn, stretching.  Your sleepy eyes looking at your angel that required little to no sleep.  “You want to grab some orange juice from Miss Hazel and Harley?” 

“Harley is asleep,” she crawls onto your bed, and in your lap, giving you the sweetest kisses all over your face.  For a child that had never met her father, she acted just like him.  “But I can get juice from Hazel, I can.  Did you know they’re starting the build today?” 

“I did, and I also know that Harley built you an orange juice stand.”

“Really?” She squeals, her hands going into a tight ball and her eyes squish close with how big she was smiling.  She shakes her fists around with excitement.  Her whole body wiggling around with her movements.

“Yep, so you better go get our juice.  I’m going to wake up bubba and make breakfast.  Hurry back, okay,” she jumps off the bed, darting to the door and off to the store to bring back some fresh squeezed orange juice while you go wake up your son.

Opening the door to his bedroom, your late husband’s dog lifts his head up from the floor.  “I know.  He’s getting a new bed soon.  It’s not my fault he hit a growth spurt, and grew you right out of the bed.  Don’t look at me like that, Cannon.”

“Mom, quiet.”

“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”

“Sissy came in here before the alarm, and now you are,” just like clockwork, both yours and your son’s alarm goes off, and he grabs his phone, turning it off.  “Nobody can get any sleep around here.  I don’t sleep as well since Cannon can’t fit on the bed, and Mirabelle won’t quit screaming to wake me up.”

“She’s just like your dad.  Early riser.”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Mirabelle never got to meet her dad, while Benning remembered everything.  Everyday it was a battle of missing him.  “Get out, so I can get dressed.”

“Waffles or pancakes?” 

“I don’t care.  Mirabelle likes waffles best.  Just make her happy.”

“Maybe we should go back to…”

“Mom, dad’s been dead for four years.  I’m fine,” he didn’t sound fine.  The closer it got to his birthday and his dad’s death day, the worse his attitude got.  He hated going to a family counselor.  Hated talking about something that ‘he couldn’t change’.  And all you wanted was your happy boy that got excited to call his dad and talk about the new ultrasound pictures of his sissy.

“Mom?  Go, take Cannon with you.”

“Come on, buddy, let’s get you fed, too,” you give your big boy one final look before going into the kitchen.  Looking out the window quickly to see your excitable girl telling Hazel about her dream you were sure.  Feeding the dog, and packing Benning’s lunch, and starting breakfast all at once.  

“Miss Hazel, and then there was unicorns that exploded into butterflies, they did.  What are you doing?” 

“Squeezing out the orange juice.  These are your mom’s favorites, Clementines.  I always sneak a couple in there for her.  Did you see your orange juice stand?” 

“Uh huh,” Mirabelle responds, starting to peel an orange to have as a snack, watching the woman that had changed your life.  “Is uncle Bill going to be there,” Hazel taps Mirabelle on the nose, starting to laugh.

“You better quit calling him that.  And yes, William is going to be the foreman.  Harley put your stand under the oak tree so you get lots of shade.  And maybe you can entice those workers over to the store for sorbet.”

“Do I get commission for that?” 

“Yes, all the sorbet you can eat.  Here,” she hands the little girl her jug of orange juice, and Mirabelle swipes a small jar of marmalade, “I saw that Mirabelle.  Are you out already?” 

“Yep.  I’ve been eating marmalade sandwiches.  I’ll be back after breakfast.  Benning is very crabby today.”

“I know, angel, William and Casey are coming by for supper.  William will talk to him,” William Miller had been a godsend for your family.  Was one of the few men that Benning would even open up and talk to.  William just got it.  Of course, you being married to someone in the military you didn’t, or so your son constantly reminded you of that.  

“Okay, I can’t wait to see uncle Bill.”

“You better stop,” Mirabelle gives your landlord a chubby handed wave as she walks back towards your house.  Giving you a wave when she spots you looking out the window at her. 

Smiling when a full plate of waffle was sitting at her chair, and she hands you the jar of marmalade to open.  “Why hasn’t Benning eaten?” 

“Bye, mom.  Bye, sissy.  Sorry, I’m going to be late to the bus stop,” gone were the days of kisses to you and Mirabelle, and a walk out to the bus stop.  Independent and not needing you or his sister anymore, so he thought.  But you needed him.  Needed him to quit growing, and to turn to you when he was missing his dad.  His dad was his hero, and now all he had left was his service memorabilia.

“Hey,” you scream at him, handing his dry waffle to him and his lunchbox, “if you would stop laying in bed listening to music, you could have breakfast with us.”

“I’ll just eat this.  Sissy, you want to put some marmalade on this?”  With the biggest smile on her face, Mirabelle spreads out a layer of the sticky jam, handing it back ot her brother, and he does in fact give her a kiss to her head.  “Thanks,” you say his name again, but he walks out the door, leaving his sister to pout, missing him already.

“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?” 

“Yeah.  I want my Bubba sitting in that chair tomorrow.  That’s why I wake him up early.  He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”

“That’s because you’re four, and he’s nearly twelve.  Here, baby, eat your waffle.”

“I want some coffee, too.”

“Absolutely not.  You can settle for orange juice.”

“Miss Hazel put in a couple clementines for you.  She said they’re your favorites, she did,” they were your favorite.  Adding just the perfect balance of sweet and tangy to it.  Miss Hazel knew how to make you happy.  It was the little things now.  Including that messy smile you daughter was giving you from across the small kitchen table.

Mirabelle squints her eyes as she looks over to the men that were breaking ground on the newer and bigger store.  She hasn’t been able to spot her uncle, but there were people everywhere, and not one was looking at her stand.  They were clearly hot, it was springtime in Florida.  She was hot, and she was drinking her product.  How was she ever going to make money or even make commission of the sorbet if they didn’t buy her juice?  

Getting fed up with being annoyed, she marches over towards the build, more like skipping because she had a plan.  Getting almost there before she’s scooped up.  “Let me go!  Help!  Kidnapper!  Stop it!  Uncle Bill!”

“Ow,” the man complains when he gets smacked on the head.  “Easy kid.”

“Uncle Bill!  I’m being tortured!”

“Hey,” the man finally says again, and Mirabelle leans back to look at him.  Noting his Miller Construction shirt and she taps on the print, “You can’t be here.”

“I can.”

“No, it’s not safe.  No kids allowed.”

“Why?” 

“Because this is a construction zone.”

“Why?” 

“Because we’re building something.”

“Why?” 

The man’s eyes narrow at the little girl, and he finally sets her back down in the dirt, squatting down to get eye to eye with her, “You’re the little orange girl?” 

“I’m not orange.  See,” she points at her skin, starting to giggle.  This man was silly.  There were oranges close by.  He could tell that she was not the same color as those.

“No, you’re the little girl that Will told us about.  That lived in a house beside the grove.”

“Yeah,  see,” she points over at the house, and he spots the adorable little orange juice stand.  “That’s my house.  I live there with my mom, and my brother, Benning.  She does nails in there.  Sometimes will work in the store instead of Miss Hazel.  And that right there,” pointing at her stand, she turns to look at the funny looking man, frowning.

“That is why I am over here.  I’ve been there all day.”

“It’s nine in the morning.”

“Exactly.  I’ve been there all day, and not one of you has come to get juice. I am saving my money to get a new doll because my poor mom can’t afford to buy me one.  Hazel and Harley have her working like Cinderella, and she barely has time for me.  And you guys are out here making all this noise, and getting parched, and I have what you need over there, but nobody comes over there.”

“You’re good.  You’d make a great car salesman,” the man turns back to look at his crew.  It was too early for lunch break, but if this was the child he was told about, he didn’t think Will would be angry that he stopped her from coming onto the site.  “Fine, take me to your stand.  I will get some orange juice.”

“You will buy some orange juice.  This is a business after all, it is,” holding out her hand, he gives it an odd look, before taking it in his own.  Letting the girl guide them to her obvious stand.  “This juice is made purely from clementines, this one is blood orange, it’s great for vampires, and this one is tangerine juice, and this is what we have every morning navel with four clementines in it.  Which would you like?” 

She was a character.  Big vocabulary for such a small child, “I’ll take your special with navel and clementines.”

“Here you go, mister?” The tiny child hands him a cup of orange juice.  Watching his every move to see how he like the drink, while also needing to know what to call him.  Her hand goes to her hip, and she juts it out to the side waiting.

“James Mace.  Everyone calls me Mace though.  Mmm,” he takes a long drink of the juice.  Licking his lips after the taste.  “This is really good.”

“Has anyone told you that you look like a shaggy dog?  Harley and Hazel used to have this shaggy dog.  You look like that.  How are you ever going to find a wife with hair like that?  And this is Florida.  You know it's going to get hot.  It makes more sense to cut it off.  It’s too hot.  Summer is almost here, it is.”

“You don’t like my hair?” Making a face of disgust, she fake retches, and she shakes her head no.  Mace takes another drink of the concoction before squatting down with her.  “You never told me your name.”

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson.  My dad gave me the first name.  My brother gave me my middle name.  I guess my dad gave me my last name, too.  But him and mom did agree to Mirabelle.  Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” 

“Yes, now stop distracting me so I can do that.”

“Okay, tell your friends about me.  And also we have the world’s finest orange sorbet in the store.  And today’s juice will be one dollar for one cup or three dollars for two cups, Mr. Mace,” Mace chuckles, pulling out his wallet, and rifling through the bills.

“Just Mace.  How much money do you lack for your new doll?” 

“She’s a really nice doll.  She’s going to cost me over one hundred dollars,” Mace gives her a grin, pulling out a twenty.  “You're my first customer. I can't make change, and I don’t even know how.  That’s big kid math, and I’m four.”

“Keep it, kid.”

“Mirabelle.”

“Keep it, Mirabelle.  I’ll be back around lunch, and make sure to bring some people with me.”

“That would be greatly appreciated.  Tell Uncle Bill I said hey,” Mace starts to open his mouth explaining how there wasn’t a Bill on the crew, and the little girl points at his shirt.  “Uncle Bill.  He’s not my real uncle.  He married my aunt Casey.  Casey is my dad’s little sister.  He tried to date my mom at first.  Well his parents Hazel and Harley wanted him to.  Mom won’t date a military man ever again, no thank you.  I will see you in a few minutes Mace.”

“A couple of hours, darlin’!” Mace gives a yell to the little girl who stops her retreating and looks at him.  “A couple of hours.”

“Fine, only if you come back tomorrow with better hair.   It’s too hot for that much hair.”

“You’ve got a deal.  I’ll bring you lots of business, too,” he gives her a nod and she bounces back to the store to help out with Hazel while Mace returns to the build.  Already wiping his brow from the heat.

“Mace, this isn’t kindergarten,” William looks at his newest member of the crew, “Where have you been?  I told you to follow me.”

“Met your niece.  She’s selling orange juice.”

“Ahh, the little princess.  My parents let that child rule the grove.  Watch her.  She’ll talk you out of a lot of money,” Mace chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.  Mirabelle was not some ordinary four year old.  She was smart.  He wouldn’t call it business savvy, but she was something.  “What did she use on you?  A trip to Disney is her favorite.  She likes to use toys and pouts.  Oh, one time it was to buy her mom a new car.”

“A doll.”

“You’ve been had by the sweetest little con artist,” Mace turns and looks towards the store, watching the little girl start to stack oranges on a rack.  “Don’t take it personally.  Kid’s never had a dad.”

“He ran off and left her?  What kind of father does that?”

“Easy,” not that it was anyone’s business, but Mirabelle was quick to get attached to men.  Craved something that kids in her twice a week pre-k talked about.  “Her dad didn’t leave them on purpose.  He was deployed, and was killed.  Her mother was pregnant with Mirabelle.  He never got to meet her.  Wait until you meet her son.  He remembers his dad.  Hates men, and he’s a moody, almost pre-teen.”

“Why do you say he hates men?” 

“Their mom and I went on what I thought was a date,” William laughs, shaking his head.  “She was under no such impression.  Worked out well for Benny because he hated me.  Until I married their aunt.  Now he tolerates me.  I’m not trying to take the place of his dad.  He didn’t trust me, he didn’t like the fact I was military either.  Neither did the wife.  Casey was a bit scared after her brother.  Keep an eye on that little girl though.  Make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t get hurt, and I won’t get so mad at you for not shadowing me, okay?” 

Mace gives his boss a head nod, and follows along with him.  He didn’t know what to expect moving to the sunshine state.  Definitely didn’t think working on a construction crew and finding a four year old going on thirty was in his future.  But here he was.  Tickled at how even talking with Mirabelle was entertaining.  It was the most he had talked in years.

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson!” Hazel screams, looking through the store.  “Mirabelle!  Mira…” she looks out the side door, seeing the girl with a lunchbox coming out of her house.  “Young lady, when you leave you have to tell me where you’re going.”

“I went to get lunch for me and that guy.”

“That guy?” 

“Mhmm, Mace.  It’s lunch time right?  I can go back?” Hazel answers yes, and Mirabelle runs as fast as her little legs can carry her back to her stand in the shade.  Wiggling her legs around and pulling her jugs of orange juice out of her cooler as a wad of men come towards her.

“Uncle Bill!” William rolls his eyes, but waves at the little girl, “I can’t serve them all alone.”

“You going to pay me?” 

“Nope.  I’m four.  You make more money than me,” standing beside the little girl, he pours while she takes money.  Making excuses about change, and how she can’t subtract yet before the line dies down, “Mace!  This is my uncle Bill!”

“Nobody calls me that.  Nobody.  Just her and her brother, so don’t start.  Oh, you eating lunch out here, little bit?” 

“Yep.  Mace, I brought you something,” she excitedly says, pulling out her lunch box, and taps on the cooler.  William’s mouth drops open, gawking at her, “Casey packed your lunch, she did.  I didn’t need to bring you something.”

“Remember what I said,” William trusted Mace with his niece.  He just didn’t trust his niece to not get too attached.  He knew where you stood, and your need to be alone ‘for all of eternity’ because you had already once fallen in love and now your priority was the kids that Sy had left behind.  And still that angelic daughter of yours was still wanting something she had never had before.

“So my mommy doesn’t know, but I took her meal prep for this week,” laying the glass container on the stand, Mace waves his hands no, “It’s just Tuesday.  Mommy works from home, so she makes her lunches for the week.  I didn’t ask, but do you have allergies?  Owen in my class is allergic to peanuts, and Neveah is allergic to eggs, and Simon is lactose intolerant and his belly blew up like a balloon when he ate my real milk yogurt.  That has yogurt in it, can you have yogurt?  And there’s eggs and almonds.  Oh no!  And cheese.  I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through.”

“Mirabelle, you’re fine.  Last I checked, I’m not allergic to anything.  So you’re bringing me lunch?” Giving him a shrug, her legs kick around before opening her own box complete with a marmalade sandwich, chips, and a cupcake.  “I can share that with you.  Me and mommy made those last night.”

“I don’t want to take your cupcake.  So this is what you do all day?” 

“I can share,” she gives him a little growl, placing a chip beside him before eating a bite of her sandwich.  “I know how to share.  I don’t have to share with Bubba, but I know how.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to miss Julie’s so I’m not an awkward turtle and don’t know how to interact with kids my age.  I’m still an awkward turtle and still pull my awkward balloons because I just have adults, and Bubba.”

“What are you talking about awkward balloons?” Mirabelle smiles over her full mouth, placing another chip beside him.  “I don’t understand the balloons.”

“It’s just what mommy does when we’re in an awkward situation.  She pulls invisible awkward balloons from the sky.  The more she pulls the more awkward it is.  She’s a good mommy.  Um, do you like oranges.”

“They’re okay,” Mirabelle’s eyes go large, and points at the orange slices in his container.  “They’re fine.”

“They’re the best.  I can name all the ones we have here, I can.  Hazel said if Casey doesn’t give her a grand baby that I’m the one that gets the grove, she did.  I like going out with Harley in the evening and he checks to make sure that the workers did everything right.  It used to be smaller, it did.  They built it.  Uncle Bill doesn’t care.  Casey is a nurse.  She doesn’t have time, but me?  I pay attention, I do.”

Mirabelle is able to talk and carry on a conversation all while eating.  Hardly stopping talking, but it was a nice distraction for Mace.  Not having to worry about the things in his own mind, just see things from the eyes of a four year old.  

“Oh!  How much money did I make?  Mommy is wanting to take me and Bubba to Disney World, and I need spending money.  I’ve got to get a new lanyard.”

“I thought you wanted a doll?” 

“Well, yeah.  They have those at Disney, too.  I…I…I…I don’t have a Cinderella doll, yeah.  She’s missing from my collection.  Dern.  It’s getting hot out here, and don’t tell mommy that I said dern.  And I will see you tomorrow, but it’ll be when I get back though with school.  Mommy picks me up at two, so I’ll be here around 2:30.  Also, there’s yummy orange sorbet in the store.  Tell everyone to get some, and if I’m not there, because it might be time to meet my bubba at the bus stop, just tell them to tell Hazel that I sent you.  I get a commission.”

“You swindled me for money, you little toot,” with a shrug of her shoulders, she gathers the boxes to stuff in her lunch bag.  “Mirabelle?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?  I’ll have some more orange juice.  Have a good day.  Hazel will have to help me carry this in.  Goodbye!” 

She was a mess.  Complete mess, and she knew it.  One day of knowing the little girl, and Mace was wrapped around her chubby little finger.  Clearly had been around people that were older than her because she spoke like an adult.  No kid should grow up without a parent.  Mace would know.

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[know-the-way]

The stages so far of me binging the entirety of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (spoilers if you haven’t watched it before):

1. “Yeah, the 1920s hasn’t ever really been your preferred vibe, but so many of your friends like this show, and you love ‘Clue’ which seems similar, so just bite the bullet and go.”

2. “Wait, they’re Australian? What? Did I know this before and forgot?”

3. “Ohhhh right, Miranda Otto was in this! I did know that. And she’s a cocaine lord?! Nice. Don’t get to see her in many villain roles.”

4. *first scene with Phryne & Jack* “Oh, he has a very nice deep voice, okay I see I see mmmhm okay. … Why is so he so sulky, though? Big ‘who hurt you’ vibes. Intriiiiigue… “

5. “OH dEaR oh mY, there is banter and cheeky looks, this is bad, coDE RED, pretty sure this is your LAST chance to exit before this becomes a #problem.”

6. *does not exit* *becomes a #problem*

7. “Oh, so she’s gonna be banging lots of men with no emotional attachment (when there is clearly some tragic past hiding under the surface as to why that might be)? So an emotionally damaged woman who copes with her traumas by deflecting said emotions through sex and other various reckless behaviors? Babe… *cups face gently* babe, babe, babe. You’ve made this beyond a problem now. Because every little glimpse of vulnerability among your extremely out-of-hand savior complex is gonna make me fall in love with you more and more… just like the tall, broody inspector man over there (who still has a very nice voice and sad, kind eyes and who you seem to be afraid of being smitten with for ~*some reason*~). Anyway, Jack and I, we’re both fucked.”

8. Wdym they both have traumas from the war & from past relationships, that they both witnessed an unimaginable amount of loss, and that both are broken so deeply that they built fortresses of ice around their hearts to protect themselves AND YET BOTH OF THEM THAW JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE WITH THEIR EVERY INTERACTION? Fuck OFF! This is not FAIR!

9. “Miss Fisher was actually on her way home.” He said that with a fully clenched jaw and a step forward. Fuuuuccckk, there’s gonna be smoldering jealousy, too? Just slap me in the face, the amount of longing I’m about to witness… Jack, it’s okay buddy, we’re in this together. There’s something special about you and she’s gonna figure it out… after what appears to be several seasons and perhaps a feature film. But she’ll figure it out! Stay strong, soldier! I’m rooting for you!

10. “Oh God, her little sister was murdered. As someone who loves my own sister dearly, that’s fucking awful, this is hurting me deeply, and I really do not like it. 🥺 … AND THE MURDERER IS DUE TO BE RELEASED? AbSoLUTELY not! … WDYM THERE’S ALSO AN ABUSIVE EX?! And he’s come back to MURDER HER over a naked painting of her younger self like a fucking CREEP?!*”

(*not a correct summarization of what happened, but not not correct)

Anyway, I found the tragic past!

11. “Abusive ex is played by Peter O’Brien? With a ‘French’ accent? *snort* I mean, okay, it’s a choice. Anyway… what a douche… moving on… “

12. Aw, they kissed! *claps* And so soon! I mean, it was under horrible circumstances, but it happened… and with lingering looks to boot? You know what, I’ll take it. ‘Cause, I mean, look at them… and like let’s not talk about the juxtaposition of Phryne’s panic over seeing someone who once hurt her being redirected by a kiss from someone who would never hurt her… and Jack subsequently lunging for an armed René to stop him from taking Phryne… we’ll just ignore that for now

13. Felt the “I am not afraid of you” in my bones. Good shit.

14. “You kissed me. … You kissed me back!” Children, please. This is a Wendy’s.

This is as far as I’ve gotten, but omg what a fun ride so far. Friends who tried to recommend this to me for YEARS, I am SO sorry I slept on it. I understand now and your taste is impeccable. *muah*

[kylejsugarman]

16 and 21 for Baby, 6 for Demi, and I forget what their brother's name was i'msosorry but 4 for him!

thank u ro!!! 🥺 although 40 lashes for not remembering mason's name

16. What does your OC's childhood bedroom look like?

when baby is still living in the ayuluk house, she sleeps in the bedroom that was converted from a closet back when mason was born, which did its job but wasnt anything special. once jesse and demi decided to move in together, he got really excited by the prospect of turning the spare room into baby's new bedroom. he built her a trundle bed with drawers underneath to store her toys and books and a desk while demi painted the walls light blue. there's thick blue curtains over the window to keep out bright sunlight on snow light that have graphics of kelp and coral along the bottom half and fish to make it look like the ocean floor. one corner has all her doll stuff and is padded with a rug so she can comfortably play on her knees. it's a little eclectic and theres definitely a lot of blue, but baby LOVES it. her room is her favorite place in the world.

21. If your OC could speak to their childhood self, what would they say?

man. "we're kind of weird, but that's ok. we don't have to change that part or anything. but please don't think ur wrong or not supposed to be loved. ur going to be so happy. people will like u for real and u will like urself :)"

6. Did your OC have a teacher or a mentor growing up? What was your OC's relationship with them like?

demi definitely looked up to her mom and had a lot of love for her, but it was difficult to like. fully learn from and trust her because demi Was the lightning rod for sam henry's abuse and everyone Knew it, including her mom. she was really polite to adults, but didnt really trust most of them or expect them to understand her until her eighth grade science teacher. initially, her teacher was just impressed by demi's intellect and performance in the class, but she soon realized that demi was not being nurtured quite the way she deserved to be. this was a smart, sweet kid who didnt recognize those traits in herself. she gets to know demi and invites her to read or do homework in her classroom before and after school so demi doesnt have to wait outside. she's the one who encourages demi to start volunteering at the animal shelter once demi admits that she'd like to go into a caretaking profession and likes animals more than people. it wasn't anything like Monumental, but demi really needed this kind of encouragement and just attention from an adult and it set her on her career path. they're facebook friends and demi agonizes at least once a month over whether she should send a message to her to express her gratitude or if it would be Weird.

4. What was your OC's childhood dream? Is that still their dream? If it has changed, why did it change and what's their new dream?

mason was the kind of kid who wanted to do Only Cool Shit when he grew up. like he did Not want to be a doctor or a police officer, he wanted to be a BMX racer or helicopter pilot or just like. guy who drives monster trucks for a living. his dream was basically to live to the extreme and never, ever have a boring life. now as an adult, this isnt quite his dream anymore, but he still aspires to not live a boring life. working at the docks and manning industrial fishing boats injects some excitement into his life while also providing a pretty good wage for first his family, then himself. he and his buddies will do fun, risky shit—snowboarding, axe-throwing, jumping ice floes—just for the sake of having fun. mason has a little more self-awareness now and concern for his wellbeing since he had to take on a lot of responsibility before he was even an adult and currently wants to stay at least somewhat safe to be there for his sister and her family, but he's sticking to his dream of never letting tedium and fear win.

[bexfangirlforlife]

911 episode 46 (3×18) first watch notes:

Time for the season finale

Hey, Abby. I'm sorry but I didn't miss you 🙈

Buck being like a scared dad about Christopher going away for a couple weeks

She looks familiar. Isn't that Bruce Willis' and Demi Moore's daughter?

(Looked it up) sure is

Oh hey it's. Damn what's his name... one of the ninja turtles. The guy I always thought died but then he actually wasn't dead on spn.

Donatello! That was his name (Had to look that up as well)

Ohhhh Eddie talking to Abby 👀

The look on Eddie's face when Buck recognised her. Booyyy

Fiance. Ouch... (I did know about the fiance thing, but man the way Buck heard about it... that hurts)

Aw Buck 🥺

That leg thingy... It sounds like it would hurt a lot

Oh man

Athena. You're not talking about your own role in the case

Oh wait Sam is that one guy from Scrubs (I just saw he was in this when I was on imdb)

Internal capi... 😳

Goodbye Abby

"You ok?" 🥰

"What's next?" 🥺

What does it mean though? Shrunk by 30%... does it mean it will keep shrinking or...?

Is he gonna see his elevator date again?

Ah there he is

Oh it wasn't Abby's last scene yet

But I guess Buck needs this talk

Well I knew when you were at the airport

I think that no sense of self was one of the problems I had with her character. I really missed some edges. She just didn't give me any spark in any way

Very glad she in Buck didn't go on for longer, they truly didn't work for me

I do miss his one girlfriend a little bit though, the one that broke up with him last finale. Well miss is a strong word. I do have what I need in Buddie, but I did like her

2020 oh damn

Buck and Christopher again 😊

What was that? 😂 Buck with that blow up guitar throwing his necklaces (or whatever you wanna call it) in Eddie's face 😆

Oh I just realised we had a party at Bobby & Athena's in the first and now also in the last ep of the season

Man how I love the soundtrack of this show

More cute/funny Buddie party photos

Aw Michael having a dinner date

I love how often Chimney' s eyes tear up

Yay 🤗

I knew about the pregnancy, but it kinda came out of nowhere. Especially in comparision with how much the built up Abby's appearance, they did not foreshadow or prepare this at all I feel like

Another season done 🥳

[noa748]

I’m so so sorry now. Sending you all the love

Thank you 🥺 it’s been so hard. He was my little buddy, always glued to my hip. It’s such a devastating feeling losing someone you built your whole life around.

[kissmeaboutit]

For the Buddie prompts my little angsty heart immediatelyyyy perked up at “Leave me alone” and “I needed you” 🥺

Hi hi!! Thanks so much for the prompt! I'd love to do more so if anyone has ideas totally send them my way!(See my last post for some examples and ideas)

And thank you to my friend Risa for reading this over for me!!

It happened on a Tuesday. Buck entered the station fifteen minutes late, something rare for him. The team was seated upstairs, except Eddie who had stood over the balcony the second he heard the sounds of Buck's footsteps down below. His face looked pensive, like he was trying to get a read on Buck from above.

Buck made it up the last step after changing, his shoulders hunched. He looked like he barely slept. The team followed him with their eyes as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 

"Hey, Buck? You aren't usually so late, is everything okay?" Bobby asked gently. Usually he was one to scold his team for tardiness, but he could sense this was different. Buck also wasn't one to be late. Buck was quiet as he put the coffee pot back and started adding to his mug. 

He hummed. "Guess so."

The team exchanged glances, each having some sort of silent conversation. Buck drank half of his coffee before heading downstairs to start on his chores,looking for a distraction of any kind.

He proceeded to avoid talking to anyone about the whole thing, not wanting to get into it right now. Or ever for that matter. He worked efficiently on calls, and to a stranger Buck seemed perfectly fine.

Eddie knew better.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to confront Buck. Not now, he told himself, instead pushing on as he looked at his best friend longingly. He wished to smooth a thumb under his eyes and wipe away the dark smudges there. To kiss his birthmark gently until he felt better.

Their last call of the day went badly. The type of call that has everyone silent and still on the ride home. Car accident with a mom and her two kids. All DOA.The gruesome scene had left them all with a  sort of haunted look in their eyes as they hopped out of the truck, going to wash up and head home. 

Eddie was glad that he had a scheduled movie night with Buck and Chris, it would be good for them to spend time with each other. Eddie was heading to the locker room when Buck passed him on his way out. Eddie's brows furrowed at how quickly he was leaving. "Hey-" Eddie gently grabbed Buck's arm which made him flinch a bit. Eddie slowly let go. "Hey, you are still coming over for movie night, right?"

Buck rubbed at his neck, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sorry, I'll be there. See you later."Before Eddie could think of a reply, Buck was already walking away.. He stood there for a moment to watch his retreating form before finally going to change and head home.

Usually on their movie nights, Eddie got home and ordered food. Buck often wasn’t far behind with a six-pack of beer. Tonight, like any other night, Eddie stepped inside and found his son. He hugged Chris extra tight, kissing his curls gently. Finally, he sent him to finish homework while he ordered food. Twenty minutes passed, and there was no Buck in sight. Eddie frowned a bit as he checked his phone, no new messages. Traffic most likely. Even if Buck left before him. Definitely traffic.

Then the food arrived. Eddie was disappointed that the man at the door wasn't Buck. 

To: Buck 6:47pm

Hey man...you on your way?

Eddie chewed his nail as he took the food out and placed it on the table. He had ordered from Buck's favorite Italian place. "Chris? Wash your hands please," he called to his son, trying to ease the growing knot in his stomach.

From: Buck 7:18pm

sorry. can't make it

"Dad! Do you think Buck will want to watch Brother Bear?" Chris called from the living room where he was now picking out a movie. Eddie quickly felt his worry turn to anger.  Buck was standing them up.The frustration built as he recalled their day and Buck’s behavior. He should have known by the way that Buck avoided his eyes at the station that he was lying.

Eddie tamped down the swirl of emotions and took a deep breath, rounding the corner into the living room to face his son. "Chris, hey bud. Uh, Buck isn't going to make it tonight," Eddie said as he took a seat next to him. 

Chris' shoulders slumped at the words. He looked back at the screen where he was hovering over the play button, dropping the remote on the couch and getting up. 

"I'm going to work on my project," Chris said before excusing himself. Eddie completely forgot that Buck had offered to help Chris finish it up tonight. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sinking into the couch and staring at the TV. Eddie really needed this tonight. Just like Chris did. He knew Buck did too.

Which is why the next  morning after Eddie dropped Chris off at school, he stopped at Buck’s loft. He didn’t bother to knock as he used his key to unlock the door and let himself in. 

“Buck?” he called as he shut the door behind him. He started up the stairs, listening for any sounds. When he reached the top he was met with the sight of Buck curled in the middle of his bed, his hand smoothed over a tiny LAFD onesie. His eyes were open and red as his finger trailed over the lettering.

“What is going on, Buck?” Eddie stepped closer, brows furrowed. 

Buck didn’t even look up at him, just stopped his hand and let out a slow breath. “Leave me alone, Eddie,” he grunted out.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to shut me out. What the hell happened last night, huh? You just bail on me and Chris without saying anything? You knew at the station you weren't coming.” He shook his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

“C’mon Eddie, it’s one night. Can you just fuck off for one day?” Buck rolled over to the other side of the bed, back to Eddie now. 

Eddie tossed his hands in the air and got onto the bed, pushing Buck onto his back. He pinned his arms down. “Look at me when I'm talking to you. What the hell is your deal?!”

There was a moment of resistance before Buck gave up and stared up at him. “The kid isn’t mine. Okay? I-fuck. The timeline ended up being off, the baby is Connor’s. I should be happy for them! I should, but I-” His eyes glossed over. “This was my only shot. I know this baby wouldn’t have been mine, but I figured it was probably my only chance for-”

“Are you joking right now?” Eddie felt even more furious than when he had come here. “Are you serious? I-God, I needed you! I needed you last night. That call ruined me and then Chris���he was so devastated that you ditched him. You are such a dick, Buck. You already have a son, and you bailed on him to mope over a baby you were never going to have any connection with?” Eddie hissed out.

Buck stared up at him, his mouth parted as if he couldn’t move. “He’s not-”

“He is, Evan. He is your son. He loves you like you are his dad. If you can’t see that then I don’t know what to tell you. Your son needs you. So suck it up, stop mourning a child that wasn’t yours. Then, come home with me,” Eddie whispered.

Buck blinked back tears, swallowing hard. Their position was becoming more noticeable now that he was thinking thoughts again. “You’re right. I… I think I was using this baby to mourn the family that I wished I had.”

“Why are you saying ‘wished’, huh? We are right here, stupid.” Eddie let Buck’s wrists go and brought both hands to cup at his face. “We are right here, and we love you. I love you.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Buck’s lips, feeling the hitch in Buck’s breath and moving back barely an inch to gauge Buck’s response. After a moment of shock, Buck bridged the tiny gap to return it.  Buck’s hands lightly twisted in Eddie’s shirt.

“If you want a baby so badly, I'll give you as many as you want. If you stop being a dick,” Eddie teased against his mouth. Buck let out a wet laugh, laying his head back into the bed. He reached up to brush at a tear that rolled down Eddie’s face and kept his hand there.  Despite his joking tone, the emotion in his voice was thick. The happy light in Buck’s eyes turned into something more sober as he continued stroking his thumb along Eddie’s cheekbone. “I am  sorry, Eddie. For last night, and for today. For doubting you guys. I love you, too.” Buck pulled Eddie back towards his lips. “You are my family. The only family I need,” he whispered as their lips connected.

They spent a few more minutes getting acquainted with each other's mouths before Buck  pulled away, still keeping their faces close and looking breathlessly wrecked. ”Hey, I just wanted to talk for a minute. As fantastic as this feels, I need to get some words out.” Buck’s knuckles gently trailed up and down Eddie’s arm. He watched the goosebumps that raised on the tanned skin. “I know I already apologized. It just doesn’t feel like enough. You guys mean the absolute world to me. I can’t even put it into words.”

“I get that.” Eddie smoothed his thumb under the dark puffy patch under Buck’s eye, just like he imagined doing  yesterday. “It feels like too much for words.”

Buck nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know I need to learn to wake up and realize when I have something good in front of me. I need to stop thinking I don’t deserve you. I do. Because…” Buck looked up at him then, his wide eyes shining and serious, “God dammit I fucking deserve you.” Buck’s voice got louder, as if trying to convince himself.

Eddie smiled softly at him, shaking his head in amusement. “You do deserve me. I deserve you too. If therapy taught me anything it’s that I should go for the things I want. I deserve to be happy. You make me happy.”

The lump got bigger as Buck swallowed around it. He nodded a few times as the tears started up and he scoffed. “Fucking hell, don’t tell anyone about how much I’m crying today. You just make me so…” The words got lost on him as he stared up at Eddie. “How are you so beautiful?”

Eddie’s eyes widened a bit and his head ducked in embarrassment. “Uh, I dunno. Ask my parents? Actually maybe I should be asking you the same question,” he teased, leaning down to kiss his birthmark. “How are you so beautiful, Evan Buckley?”

“Shut up, You are so annoying.” Buck grinned, not looking even the slightest bit annoyed.

Eddie laughed loudly and finally dropped beside him, toeing off his shoes. “Okay, Buckley. We have T-minus 6 hours till we have to pick up our son. And you, my dear, need the longest nap of your life.” He pulled Buck into his chest, kissing his curls and not missing the way Buck beamed at the words as he snuggled into Eddie’s chest and flung an arm around his torso.

Buck’s eyes shut almost immediately after, though. He was truly exhausted, but still managed a few last words. “M’kay. We get Chris, and then go home?”

Eddie smiled into his hair. “Yeah, then we go home.”

[early20sfailingplenty]

Home cooking, homicide // final(est) girl Bex x Buddy Swanson

A/N: Happy happy birthday @bisexual-horror-fan!!! Writing this for you was sooooo much fun and I can't thank you enough for all of the films we've shared, the discord chats, the streams, the writing, the commissions, just... everything. You have helped me make me braver and bolder and louder and prouder and you influence me every day in your teachings. You make this world a brighter, better, gentler and wiser place and I don't know what I'd do without you!!! I'm very proud of you and how far you've come and will continue to go.💖So here's to you, Bex, happy fuckin' birthday!! You're the final girl to end all final girls! Just as well you have a slasher to complement you on your journey...😉👀

Also, fun fact! The title of this gift is from Motörhead's song Eat The Rich, which is one of my favourite song of theirs! I was listening to it while writing this introductory note and got inspired by the lyric

"Get a sweet thing on the side Home cooking, homicide"

And here we have it! I hope you enjoy!! If not, I'm happy to write you something else.🥺💖

Word count: 2, 543.💕

You wondered how many people could say that their work shifts doubled as a date with their partner... not many, you would wager. Not that you could afford to, even if you wanted to, what with the meagre wages you and Buddy were paid for the incredibly demanding and repetitive work you did. You practically ran the entire kitchen between yourselves; both of you doing double the work listed in your job descriptions. Camilla was also hired to work here, but with her now working on the next production, she was rarely if ever on a kitchen shift. You and Buddy had been picking up where she should have been, so it was more work for the same money... typical capitalist bullshit. Even at summer camp.

But still... The point stood.

How many other people could say that their work shifts doubled as a date with their partner?

For you and Buddy, food was an every day guarantee and a joint staple in your daily routines. It was a joy to cook, a wonder to be able to eat what you wanted while you were on shift so long as you had the ingredients. Sampling dishes to make sure that the food tasted good wasn't strictly a necessity but you always said that doing so was for 'quality assurance purposes'; and it never failed to make Buddy smile at you fondly over industrial cans of food. To be able to take care of one another while you worked as best and as fast as you could as you got swept off your feet trying to feed the tens of kids at camp, the managers, actors and cast members, the musicians and everyone else who worked behind the scenes to make the magic happen on the modest stage, was a gift. You loved the life you and Buddy had built together and you loved the way you loved each other. You loved food, trying new recipes and dishes, eating and hanging out, and even doing the dishes was fun when you had Buddy standing shoulder to shoulder with you. He would sometimes flick bubbles over at you, trying to distract you, but you would only grin and swat at his ass with a sharply aimed towel the next time you walked past him. He always saw you coming. Sometimes he allowed you to do it, a smirk on his face with the sharp crack of the towel, and sometimes he simply dodged. It depended on his mood and how playful he felt.

It was just good to share the camp kitchen with Buddy, and your own passion and love for food and eating only made everything all the more richer for you. Buddy could take or leave cooking, he didn't care. Hell, he couldn't wait to get the hell out of dodge, but you made the kitchen what it was for the both of you. Your presence made everything brighter and more hopeful for Buddy, and he showed his appreciation for you through physical affection and food.

Buddy was always fun to watch in the kitchen. He cared little for the 'freaks' you both cooked for every day and yet he never allowed his emotions to get in the way of the role he had to play in the kitchen. The food itself was never affected by his hatred for his job and the person he was employed by. It was a hard slog in the kitchen daily for people he cared not for, but it was also a chance to spend the day with you. The both of you knew what you were doing in the kitchen and you knew the layout of the camp kitchen like the backs of your hands, so it was little more than a dance around one another to make the daily menus happen and even come up with some dishes which were rare treats; something you cooked just because you loved it. Or, if the budget allowed, just because you could.

Like oven done ribs.

It was a low effort meal (most of the things prepared in the camp kitchen were as the palettes of children and teenagers could be somewhat... limited, as could be the assigned budget) but it tasted so good – it was one of your favourites for a reason and Buddy loved to surprise you with it on special occasions; such as your birthday. He had squirrelled away some of the budget so that he could get you the ribs without anyone aboveboard finding out. You could have bought the ribs yourself, they were often on your grocery lists, but where was the fun in surprising you with your own food?

When asked, you could rattle off the ingredients like it was the back of your hand, and this was how Buddy had gotten the recipe from you. Emphasis had always remained on the apple cider vinegar being applied before the rub, which involved so many herbs and spices it had initially made Buddy's head spin, but now the gathering and application of these flavours to the ribs had become second nature to him. He wasn't as quick about it as you were, but he was close.

It always made your heart fuzzy to watch him, his dark curls hanging over his blue eyes, his eyebrows reaching for each other in concentration as his hands moved over spice bottles and herb packets, pulling one out and then either using it or putting it back with a slight shake of his head when he had picked out the wrong one.

Sometimes you helped him, sometimes you didn't... It depended on how bored you were, how busy the kitchen was and how evil you felt. Buddy always found the right one eventually, and watching him struggle could be fun. It wouldn't be fun for the food, though, so more often than not, you helped even when Buddy was more than capable of doing it himself.

You just liked to be close to him.

"You think these ribs will take long?"

Buddy's voice was quiet, his tender blues fixed on you as he asked a question he already knew the answer to just to hear your voice. He was soft like that sometimes, but only for you. His final girl.

"Nah," you shook your head, eyeing Buddy with a gaze almost as hot as the heat coming from the preheated stove. "Two, two and a half hours max. Want the meat falling off the bone, get it all nice and tender."

Buddy nodded his head. He was becoming increasingly distracted, quiet, while Camilla was becoming louder, more annoying. You had never liked her. You wondered what was happening to the Swansons, but you figured things would reveal themselves in all good time. And if not, well... Buddy was private, he kept things to himself, but if he felt the need to talk to you, then he would do so when he was good and ready and not a second before. It wasn't your place to push. Buddy knew you were there for him as surely as he knew he had curly hair, and you felt comfort and security in that knowledge too. The love which existed between the both of you was as natural and as easy as breathing. You didn't have to think about it.

It just was.

Buddy was a rather affectionate man. He didn't seem that way, but sometimes instead of flicking soap suds at you at the kitchen sink when the both of you were washing up, he would instead shuffle to stand behind you so that he could rest his forehead on the back of your shoulder, or he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you flush against him. There were no intentions other than giving and receiving love in equal measures. He had been so deprived of touch and love; the upbringing he had received after his mother's murder wasn't love, not really. It was walking on eggshells and sitting on a secret so callous and cruel that it had twisted him into the man you knew him as; childhood trauma left to fester turned into a wound that never healed and instead ripped open and bled more still every time he had to face the man who ran the camp and the Swanson siblings' lives: Roger McCall.

It was a wound which never stopped bleeding, but you did what you could to help Buddy patch himself up.

You could have only ever suspected that patching Buddy up so that he could begin to heal was not what he wanted. No, what Buddy wanted was revenge. On Roger, on the industry, on his sister for becoming an actress... The Metal Killer was bloodthirsty and if revenge was what he wanted, then... it was revenge which he would have.

But not yet... the timing wasn't right. The place was, but the time had yet to pass. The much anticipated opening night of The Haunting of the Opera was when Buddy would get his revenge and Camilla would most likely end up being collateral damage. Buddy didn't want that for her, he really didn't, but he had chosen his path and she had chosen hers. It seemed that their life path, which they had always walked through together, had a fork in the road and they would be going their own ways. They were twins. Buddy and Camilla had always lived life together, but somewhere along the way did the fates show Buddy that they were to die alone, separated from one another in all ways but blood.

Never to meet again, if Buddy's own show went to plan. He was devastated to potentially lose his sister but if that was the way it had to be, then so be it. She had made her bed by deciding to follow her mother's footsteps to the letter. Buddy had dug the graves he needed, since he had failed in his plans to stop his sister from becoming an actress. All that was left was for the sands of time to turn their tricks, as they do on everyone. Buddy had accepted the way things would go. You were kept in the dark, your suspicions rising but otherwise left unattended, but your own role would show itself in time.

Until then, though, he was cooking oven done ribs for his final girl's big thirtieth birthday. And, oh, what a filthy decade it was to be. You and Buddy had plans to make money. Both of you had employment history with food, so it wouldn't be too difficult for you to work with Buddy in the restaurant he wanted to open one day. Probably in New York - that's where the money was. With money came power, and with power came the ability for Buddy to get out from underneath Roger's nails. Camilla too, if she wanted. It was looking increasingly like she didn't want to; she wanted fame, she wanted her mother back and she thought that pipe dream lay in following her mother's path. She was wrong, Buddy knew that, and so did you, but Camilla hadn't quite caught up yet to the fact that the industry she had dreamed of participating in ever since she was a child would eat her alive.

By the time she woke up, it would be too late.

The oven beeped, preheated to the correct temperature, and Buddy cast his eyes over the ribs to check them over before he slid them into the oven, smoothly kicking the door shut as he flipped a heavily grease stained white towel over his broad shoulder. It was one smooth movement; he had had years of practice. The mountain of dishes which had accumulated during the making of lunch made him scoff in derision. It was becoming harder and harder for him to take this job seriously. His dark ambitions were so important, his rage and trauma bigger than he. He just wanted Roger and the freaks to shut their faces, he wanted to get out, to get away, he wanted his own money and his own place, Buddy wanted freedom with no one remaining from his previous life except you, especially after spending most of his life living out choices which were made for him by a man he loathed.

As the ribs cooked in the oven, baking in the spices and the meat's own juices, you and Buddy entertained one another with jokes, miniature food fights (conducted using only waste products like bell pepper hearts or bits of spaghetti which never made it into the pot from where Buddy had thrown it in the general direction of the pot of boiling water without a care for where the uncooked pasta landed), and generally working hard to feed the entire camp. No matter the situation, you fought hard and somehow always made things work. Watching you in the kitchen, watching you go between cooking and cleaning up, always humming and singing, often made Buddy wonder how you would handle The Metal Killer. He knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that you would handle it and him with grace.

When you decided to do something, nothing and no one would stop you. It was what made you a final girl. It was what made you the final girl. You would survive the camp but all others around you would fall - the ones on Buddy's Wall, anyway. The rage within Buddy was strong enough that he could bring down someone twice his size, he could bend limbs and appendages with little effort; the kitchen had given him more skills than just time management. It had given him muscles, it had given him the weapons and the means with which to protect himself and his sister, to protect his final girl even though she could and would protect herself. Buddy admired the way you faced a situation with the seriousness it required and did everything you could even when it felt wrong, because you knew it was right. It was a distinction observed in few people. Buddy had only ever been able to keep quiet about the things he had seen, the things he knew, but you spoke up, you used your voice, and Buddy felt comfort in knowing that you lived for yourself in the way he had never been able to, no thanks to Roger.

The last hour of cooking the ribs involved basting the meat with its own juices every ten minutes, and so entertainment slowed, but the affection between you and Buddy remained as strong as ever. While the camp's menu for the various departments and age ranges had been fully catered to as per Roger's instructions, you and Buddy had somehow managed to find the time and ingredients to make your favourite sides to accompany the oven done ribs. It was to be a fire birthday meal, but the plans didn't end there. Not today, not with so many years of your life to celebrate alongside the promise of many more to come. More often than not, Buddy had more plans than actions, but on your birthday, your birthday, Buddy had more actions since the only real plan was to celebrate his final girl. His.

[mangora]

Oh also here’s my notes from reading TTI chapters prologue through four hehe I don’t remember what any of these mean:

Prologue:

•Oh the baby teeth detail I love that

•He would drink white chocolate mochas

•I genuinely like that the show isn’t scripted but is still treated like a show, like that’s a nice touch

•Peter! :)

•I feel you sha-mod

•They’re holding hands thats so wholesome

•McLovin and Micheal beef?

•QUIRKED UP WHITE BOY

•I already like Joner and Jules

•AUSTIN!!

•Courtney and Patrick narrative foils?

•Scary is so silly

•Frollo stepping away from the women is killing me

•Is Kitty okay. Girl are you okay get out of the water!!

•Mal and Courtney beef???

•Bonnie 👍

•Scruffy is just like me fr

•I like Ass but their name being Ass is giving me psychic damage

•Max is already going to be babygirl I can tell

•Alex jumpscare

•Trans Staci? Just spitballing here

•O and Kelly friends? Please?

•Austin got fucking blown away??

•Caesar has this fruity little swagger about him that I love

•McLovin’s all alone :(

•Peter my beloved

•Do possums lay eggs?

Overall: Really enjoyed this, I think it’s a really good introduction to the characters, I’m super excited to learn more about them and the writing is really good!!

Chapter 1:

•I do not trust Mal what is she doing

•Is McLovin okay

•Fren?? Buddy?? Are you good??

•Get his ass Patrick

•Austin don’t do that

•I love Joner so much dude

•Julia my beloved

•Bibble real??

•The Staci bit is genuinely so funny

•Max is so toxic this is great

•If anything bad happens between Michael and Joner I will lose it

•Thinking abt an Ass and Patrick alliance

•Courtney deserves better man

•Okay Max is actually kind of slaying rn

•Max and Julia are already giving me mlm and wlw hostility energy

•Did he just call him a Square

•Why wasn’t Patrick on the chopping block he’s such a bitch lol

•Nooo I liked Fren :(

Overall: Another great chapter, I think the dynamic developing between Courtney, Mal, and Ass is super interesting! I’m also excited to see where Max and Julia’s characters go

Chapter 2:

•Max is such a hater

•Mal and Ass moment

•Bonnie and Caesar solidarity

•The fucking high five that’s so good

•The red face on Sha-Mod’s cutout too god holy shit I love this

•I’m a Patrick lover first

•I want breadsticks too

•Never change Mal

•McLovin and Courtney talking is healing me

•Wait Austin and Kelly are kind of cute together

•Get his ass Joner

•Oh that’s so cute

•Them turning to Max 💀

•Patrick is a Madonna enjoyers holy shit

•I like this alliance. I really like this alliance dude /gen

•I’m punching the floor I love Joner so much

•Dude what the fuck happened between Mal and Courtney and should I be afraid

•NOT LEVITICUS 18:22

•How have they been up for 50 hours what the hell

•Nooo Joner

•HE JUST CALLED HIM GAY??

•This is so funny oh my god

•YO THATS FUCKING AWESOME

•I really like Caesar now dude thats a choice move

•He’s sleeping on Bonnie’s shoulder 🥺

•NO

•NO WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

•JONER?? OVER FROLLO????

•I’m going insane I’m gonna spit I’m gonna throw up I’m gonna cry

•JONER??????

Overall: The relationships and dialogue in this episode were super fun, I felt like we got to know a lot of the characters better. Joner leaving made me incredibly sad but I think that just reflects how well built-up and likable his character was in a short amount of time

Chapter 3:

•Caesar :)

•Patrick is so real

•Tfw your teammate gives you candy because you lost a lawsuit??

•Kitty is such a Cryptid I love them

•Whoever hit Frollo ily

•GET IT PATRICK

•Mal is so cool??

•How is Staci so good at this what the fuckkk

•Bonnie lore!

•Fujoshis are serving cunt in this challenge

•Peter’s autistic eyes

•Is Mal trying to sabotage them?

•”Prove my worth” Oh Peter :(

•KELLY YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM

•Is throwing from the ceiling legal

•YOOO SCARY IS SLAYING THATS SO NEAT

•Poor Peter :(

•Yo that is a big ass alliance also Kelly and Austin are so cute

•Staci and Scary friendship!

Overall: Another banger episode, Mal especially was super interesting, I have no idea what her intention was but regardless sabotage is always interesting. Also the Kelaustin(?) is fire and all the characters are just really cool and fun

Chapter 4:

•Scruffy is like Millie and I mean that in a very good way

•Don’t be a hater Court

•”Intelligence is always impressive” yea ok Max just kiss them already

•”Under 30 minutes” dude

•Patrick and Kitty is making my brain Work

•GET IT MCLOVIN

•GET IT SCRUFFY dude that’s insane

•Nooo Patrick!! I liked him :(

Overall: Dude I love this chapter so much, Courtney and McLovin’s friendship and the mounting issues with Mal are both so good. Also Scruffy’s spelling skills, mwah, god tier detail and win. I’m sad Patrick’s gone, he was my babygirl, but him finding Kitty of all people to be impressive and then losing because of it was like surprisingly cute and tragic? Autistic alpha male tsundere x full-on cryptid is a god tier dynamic that I’ve never considered before. I want good things for them

[cherrypieships]

HI OLIVE I want to know Lover + Cornelia Street for all your main boys!!!! Sorry if that’s too much lol I’m just curious bc we’ve never talked s/is before & I wanna know more!! 🫶🏻

omg hi Emily!!! thank you for the ask! this isn't too much at all i'm a chatterbox i loooove oversharing heehee. TBH my 'mains' change pretty often so I'll answer this for my core three: Steve, Eddie, and Davey :)

Lover: What is your favorite part of the life you've built with your f/o?

Oh man there's so much good about the life Davey and I have. Probably the big ole found family we've established around ourselves. Having a group of friends so supportive and close that you consider them family and they do the same is so 🫶🏼 and i love knowing that they don't just see me as "Davey's girlfriend" or "my buddy's girl" but as an actual friend 🥺 Plus I love that Davey and I (and our cat Mango) are a little family of our own! Knowing there's someone who loves me, someone to come home to, and someone to care for me and for me to care for.

For Steve and Eddie, I love that we've built a life where we can comfortably be ourselves without fear of judgement. The three of us faced a lot of scrutiny, from peers and parents alike, and it feels so good to feel your emotions in real time, knowing there's not going to be a person who judges you. Knowing that at the end of the day, I can be forgetful or grumpy or sad and will still be loved and respected. And the boys knowing they can be soft, they can be sensitive, they can be goofy or childish and I'll still love them.

Cornelia Street: Do you and your f/o live together? If so, what is your domestic life like? If not, what would it be like if you moved in together?

Becuase the Worms Where My Brain Should Be decree it, I do live with my f/os!

Davey and I have a lil apartment, probably not far from his parents' house because he's kind of a mama's boy <3 He wakes up early most days so if/when he goes into work before me he leaves little sticky notes around telling me he loves me and misses me and not to forget to brush my teeth/take my meds/wear sunscreen etc. He likes to let me paint his nails. We have an aforementioned cat, an orange tabby named Mango who is spoiled beyond belief (Davey's fault, he likes to give her midnight snackie treats)

Steve and Eddie and I living together is the cutest little chaos ever. Eddie and I cook, because Steve can for some reason only make breakfast foods without setting the kitchen ablaze. Steve washes the dishes with a towel over his shoulder like a little mom he's so cute. Eddie paints little DND figurines and keeps them on a shelf in our bedroom. I leave little lyric idea snippets all around the apartment and the boys stick them to the fridge with Muppet magnets. One day we get a huge dog like a great dane named Peach and she takes up the whole bed and Steve tries to teach her to fetch a stick and fails <3

[mariesocuniverse]

Byeol’s Relationships: Hyung Line

ByeolChan

byeol’s soulmate

literally one of the only reasons byeol stayed in JYP 

chan said that he had this dark image as a trainee bc of how long he’s been at the company but byeol never saw that

even if he tried to hide it, byeol always saw the way he got her to get food or how he quietly tried to get her out of trouble

she wanted to return the favor and thus a friendship formed that it would take a very very very big event to happen to break them apart

she knows that she can depend on him for anything and vice versa

byeol tries her best to relieve the burden of him as a leader whenever she can so he can relax

and also force the man to sleep bc sir you need to get off your laptop and sleep

she can, will, and has dragged him to bed and cuddle him so he won’t leave chan knows that he could remove her but he doesn’t want to so he yields

basically the parents of skz

if chan isn’t there to get the members focused, byeol is there to corral everyone 

good comparison would be vice captain? like how in nct dream theres leader mark, captain jeno, and vice captain (?) renjun?

that but byeol and chan

MinByeol

Byeol’s dance teacher

Byeol is very slow when learning dance so she always asks Minho for help

said dance practices are 90% serious and 10% jokes bc someone says something stupid and they need to take a ten minute break to recover from laughter

he’s also very protective of her and making sure she’s eating by cooking her food

was actually the one who asked minho to join their group considering he was the last member who joined jyp

you don’t understand how much grief she went through when he got eliminated during the survival show

nor the relief when he got added back in the last episode

she didn’t say it out loud but byeol very much wanted to fight jyp in the moment even now but who doesnt really

the two of them are like really clingy so whenever they’re resting the two of them just gravitate towards each other

she just doesn’t want to leave him you guys 🥺

you know how some people say minho is the mom of skz? yeah byeol and minho are unintentionally fighting for that title amongst the fans

they just have a silly dynamic with each other considering how much banter they have

byeol has jokingly said she will take away minho’s cats and minho took that as a declaration of war /hj

they’re stupid but they’re stupid together yknow?

ChangByeol

same age friends!!!!!

they’re the only 99liners so they have to look out for each other yknow?

although he does make fun on byeol for being old even though she’s only five months older seo changbin

very protective of her

he always makes sure that she’s inside they’re little bubble surrounded by the members and staff whenever they go to airports or other schedules

gym buddies too!

whenever he goes to work out he tries to bring byeol along too for her to build muscle for her noodle arms

not for her to get built like him but enough to get toned yknow?

he also likes to run through lyrics with her whenever 3RACHA is producing new songs for the album

he always gets shy whenever he gets complimented with also a sense of pride

also another person she has to drag home bc music can wait i’ll fight you if you don’t go to bed

fans think the dynamic is funny bc at first glance they look like complete opposites

but then five minutes later byeol is smiling while changbin ends up doing aegyo for whatever reason

sometimes byeol wonders if changbin is really the same age as her or if he’s really just part of the maknae line

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you know how hyunjin and jisung said they used to fight? yeah byeol was the one who stopped them

he likes to think he’s her favorite of the 00liners and he’s right /hj

they take the time together and paint and have quiet time whenever they want to relax

they just have a sense of comfort for each other whenever they’re stressed

whenever hyunjin is feeling very overwhelmed or unconfident byeol always makes sure to stay by his side and cheer him up

she will literally square up to anyone who says bad things against him and no hyunjin you can’t stop me let me go-

she’s also very affectionate with him and loves clinging to him like she does with minho

there are a lot of clips of byeol looping her arm around hyunjin’s and leaning towards him

of course it doesn’t stop the teasing from him

as one of the taller, if not the tallest, he always clowns her for her height and pretends he can’t see her from his perspective

sometimes she threatens to hit his kneecaps, other times she sighs and accepts it

hyunjin likes to think of byeol as the sister he never knew he wanted

you know that look when people who are the only child find someone who they consider a sibling? yeah that

[lokisprettygirl]

The decent Bodyguard, Mr. Hotshot...I love him...will he stay decent 🤔...we will see 😉😆

Y/n is a very warmhearted person, a sensitive soul with broken wings. I absolutely get it why she steals her father's money... and against my expectations, not for herself! She's not selfish, yes she drinks too much, sleeps with every man who is not on the trees at three...it's just the wall she has built around her to hide her pain, dissapointment, sadness and loneliness. She wants to do something good, something worthwhile, something that gives meaning to her life. She wants to feel needed...and she wants to give love and I'm sure she has the urge to FEEL...I hope that makes sense 🥺

All this fascinates Loki. He gets to know this side of her, in the animal shelter she's free like a kid and untroubled. And he has to overthink his prejudices against the 'spoiled princess'.

'Grass is good, you can sit'...this gives me some Pretty Woman vibes 😄😁

They get touchy and I love his reactions to it. He's receptive to it and he's caring...and feels bad about it somehow. It honoures him that he wants to stay professional but he likes her way to much already. I'm sure he knows very well that he's about to fall for her...deeply. It happend to him before with a rich depressed girl...what happend and why didn't she want his love 🤔...I need to know about what happend and about his past!

'I'm not your friend, alright?' 'Am I being clear?' Little does he know how much he triggered y/n with these words.🥺😭. I'm sure if he would know it, he would feel so guilty and sad about it. But he wanted to protect himself...and y/n too. Maybe the right intension (🤔?) but the wrong words.

Fuck buddy Paris 🙄😮‍💨...please stay away from him, he doesn't want you, in no way 😒...but I'm sure she's going to cause more trouble, otherwise it would be too easy😆

The last line got me so excited for the next chapter....I need definitely more of Mr. Hotshot 😉😏����🖤

Thank you my Queen 👑💕 I had much fun with reading this chapter and it's a great story against prejudice and an invitation to look behind the fassade of a person. There's always a reason for every action or behaviour 😔😌

Yes, grass is good 😉😁

And Loki in casual clothes is good, too 😆😉. I love you, my Lady 💕💚

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You are correct dear, i think everyone have their own way of f dealing with pain and her's is that (remind you of someone? 👀 Hint: W)

He's attracted to her definitely or maybe it's the forbidden nature of their relationship but something is brewing between them . He's trying to protect them both but we will see how that goes.

Ahhh love the gifs my dear, I love you too 🥰🥰💚