#double holidays today how sick is that!!!

[zyphnn]

ok ONE last post for tonight cause i’ve been collecting these doodles since….. the beginning of the month 💀 anyways happy hanukkah and merry christmas folks!!!

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Sad Conrad request. Surprising him at the beach house and being there through the hard moments with his mom

Grab your tissues, this is a sad one

Warnings: mention of cancer/death

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‘’She won’t get better. It’s too late,’’ a crying Conrad said through the phone one late evening of May.

You sat up in your bed, giving him your best attention as your heart clenched.

These past few months, Susannah had been trying a new treatment for her cancer. She initially didn’t want to do it, but she would do anything for her boys. It’s been tough for her and the boys, physically and emotionally, but Susannah was a fighter. If she could beat cancer once, she could do it again, right?

Today, she had an appointment with her oncologist to see if the treatment was working. Conrad had been very stressed over it, calling you more often just to hear your reassuring words. You stayed optimistic for his sake, but you couldn’t lie to him. There were chances the treatment did not work.

‘’S-she’s gonna die.’’ His voice cracked at the last word, causing a tear to slip down your face.

That night, you almost booked a flight to Boston just to hold him in your arms.

*

When June came, you all went to Cousins’ beach for the last time. The last summer, her last summer.

On the day of the Fishers’ arrival, you sat on Conrad’s perfectly made bed and waited for him to walk through his door. It felt strange to be alone in their holiday house. Susannah had helped you plan the surprise for Conrad, mailing you a double of the keys a week before their arrival. He had been taking care of her so well during her treatment, she wanted to thank him in a special way.

You heard the door open downstairs, Conrad and Jeremiah’s voices soon filling the house. A know formed in your stomach, excited and nervous at the same time. Susannah’s voice mixed with the two, asking Conrad to take the bags upstairs.

The stairs creaked under his steps, listening as he took his mother’s bags to her room first, then his own. You held your breath as you saw the doorknob turn, soon revealing the boy you had missed so much with one bag over his shoulder and his suitcase in his other hand.

A mix of complete surprise and confusion spread on his face when he saw you sitting there on his bed.

‘’Hi.’’ You stood and a smile curled on Conrad’s lips for the first time in a while.

He dropped his bag and the suitcase’s handle and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you from the ground. You wrapped your own arms around his neck as your legs did the same to his waist, finally in each other‘s hold.

‘’What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be here until Sunday.’’

You pulled back slightly, pushing that one piece of hair from his pretty eyes. You missed him and the soft smile he only kept for you. ‘’I drove here two days early to surprise you.’’

‘’Consider me surprised,’’ he said, closing the space between you and kissing you for the first time since spring break. Without breaking the kiss, Conrad took you to his bed, toppling on it in a mess of tangled limbs. ‘’How did you get in? Did you pick our backdoor?’’

‘’Susannah.’’

His eyebrows drew closer. ‘’My mom?’’

You nodded.

For a very short moment, Conrad was happy. And it was all because of you — with the help of Susannah.

*

As the summer went by, and Conrad was turning into a shell of his person. He was barely ever leaving the beach house or his mother’s side, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before the end.

Since her last scan, the cancer had spread. She was getting more sick each day, becoming more tired and frail every time you saw her. Her blond hair was gone, replaced by a bandana that covered her bald head.

It was sad to watch.

‘’I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if my mom’s not there?’’ Conrad asked one night you were sitting on the back porch, his feet dipped in the pool water.

‘’You can talk to me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.’’ You put your hand on his shoulders and he started to sob as you felt your own tears blurring your vision.

‘’She’s too young to die. She’ll never come to my college graduation or Jere’s high school graduation.’’

A few weeks later, you and Conrad were watching a movie in the living room, when Susannah came to get a glass of water. Conrad had fallen asleep against you, too tired to stay up late like he used to these days. You asked if she needed your help, but she smiled and said she was okay.

Before going back to her room, she came to the living room and put her hand on your arm. ‘’Thank you for being there for Connie. He doesn’t say, but he’s taking it the hardest. When I… He’s gonna take it the hardest.’’ She looked down at her son, a sad smile on her lips and tears welling in her eyes. ‘’Please take care of him.’’

*

When Susannah took her last breath, the weather was gloomy and dark outside, reflecting perfectly the feeling of the coming weeks.

You got the call at 3am and drove down to Boston, to the Fishers’ home. A red-eyed teary Jeremiah answered the door. You gave him a long hug, then headed to Conrad’s room. Laurel and her kids were there, all grieving the loss of a close friend — a non-blood-related family member.

As you entered Conrad's room, the somber atmosphere weighed heavily. The curtains were shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness, illuminated by the smallest crack of light coming from the top of the window. On the bed was Conrad, still in his clothes from last night, crying in silence and holding the old shark plushie his mother got him as a child. It had seen better days and was missing one eye, he hadn’t let go of it since coming home from the hospital.

His shoulders stiffened when he heard the door opening, about to rudely shoo out whoever had come to check on him, but relaxed when he saw you. Your hair was gathered in a loose ponytail, strands framing your face, and your shirt was an old one of Conrad’s, but none of that mattered to him. There was no one else he wanted to see beside his mom than you.

Lifting his head from the shark plushie, the steady flow of tears on his face. breaking your heart. His blue eyes, once vibrant, were now red and swollen from hours of crying, just like his brother’s.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words seemed inadequate in the face of such profound loss. So you said nothing.

You laid with him on the bed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him into you like you had done these past months. The second his face met your chest, his sobs filled the room, finally allowing himself to let go now that you were there to catch him.

Rare were the times you had seen Conrad, but it was heartbreaking every time. You rubbed circles around his back and rested your cheek on his head, feeling his tears soak your shirt as he cried, silent tears falling from your own eyes.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours — just the two of you laying on his bed. Laurel didn’t bother checking on him, knowing he was well taken after with you. It was a weight off her shoulders, one less thing she needed to worry about.  

As the night was starting to fall outside, you felt Conrad's breathing even out, telling you he had fallen asleep. You didn't know how long he had been up for, but he must've been exhausted — in every way.

You carefully reached out to grab the soft blanket from behind him, trying to not wake him, but Conrad tightened his grip on you as he sensed your movement, afraid of losing the anchor that kept him grounded. 

‘’Don’t leave me too,’’ he mumbled, his voice so small and weak you didn't hear it.

You stayed still, frozen by his words. The vulnerability in his voice pierced your heart, and you realized that even in his sleep, his fear of abandonment lingered. 

Gently, you brushed your fingers through his hair, softly whispering back to him in reassurance.  ‘’I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'll be right here when you wake up.’’

You vowed to be there for him, to support him through the darkest hours of his journey, and you planned on keeping that promise you made to Susannah, even if it meant staying up all night holding him or skipping a few days of classes at college. 

With great care, you shifted your position, sliding out from under him just enough to reach the blanket. As you draped it over both of you, he instinctively clung tighter to you, seeking the comfort of your presence.

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[rekino2114]

Making cookies and hot cocoa with fami

Holiday post#1

Pairing:fami x gn reader

A/n: so I actually wrote this way before today because I thought it was really cute and now I finally get to free it from my drafts. Hope you like the holiday posts I'll do.

A strong smell of chocolate spread through your house, courtesy of two cups of hot cocoa you put on the table, you looked at them with a proud expression before adding whipped cream and marshmallows to them, after you finished you turned to see how your girlfriend was doing with her cookies.

A devil celebrating Christmas is a weird idea, but this was the reality you were living in, it all started when fami saw decorations around your apartment and asked you about them, you proceeded to tell her what Christmas was and her first question was:

"Do you eat a lot during this holiday?"

When you answered affirmatively, she was pretty on board to celebrate. Well, not really, celebrating was basically just an excuse to eat traditional Christmas food, but she did her best, even changing her hat to a Santa one and her earrings to a pair that resembled snowflakes.

While she loved to eat whatever the stores were having on sale or specials that restaurant had, she couldn't deny that she desired cooking with you and when she told you that, you decided to make hot cocoa and Christmas themed cookies that you could eat on a cold winter day while being cozy in your house.

"Are you doing alright there? I finished the hot cocoa"

Fami barely looked back at you while answering, too focused on decorating the small tree and star shaped cookies under her

"Almost done, I think they're coming up good"

You smiled and went to the living room to place the two cups in a table near the couch, then double-checked to make sure the blanket you put on it was there and the Christmas movie you decided was on.

After all of that, you returned to the kitchen where fami had finished decorating the cookies

"They look great babe you did an amazing job"

The famine devil blushed slightly at your praise but quickly brushed it off returning to her normal neutral expression

"It's because of you, I could have never done it without your help"

"Maybe, you probably would have ended up eating all the cookie dough"

"I still don't understand why I can't"

"Now that I think about it, can devils even get sick?"

After answering fami picked up the tray of cookies and brought it to the same table where the hot chocolate was. She then sat on the couch and gestured for you to do the same, you got closer to your girlfriend and nuzzled into her warm body. She put the blankets over you and herself and handed you your cup.

"The hot cocoa is good, it's warm and sweet, great job as always"

You finished taking a sip before looking back at her

"Please I just melted some chocolate it's really nothing special"

"That might be it, but you were still the one who made it so it's automatically great in my opinion"

You just giggled before turning back to watch the movie

"Hey you have a bit of cream on your lips do you mind if I take it off?"

"Yeah sure"

You were very much used to fami's kisses she basically gave you one whenever she saw you but that didn't make them any less passionate and loving, your girlfriend was an amazing kisser and you were very lucky to have her, you told yourself that every time she pressed her lips to you and every time it was true.

After the kiss was over you two continued standing there in comfortable silence before you reached to eat a cookie

"They taste just as good as they look, you really did great fami"

"Like I said before, it's mostly your merit but still thanks"

You sighed before snuggling closer to her and wrapping an arm around her, In response she did the same and looked at you with an expression that to anyone else would seem cold and emotionless but after months of being together you learned was a loving and adoring look

"I love you"

A small smile appeared on your girlfriend's face, her bright yellow eyes looking softly at you

"I love you too more than you can imagine"

[lovelettersforthedamned]

okay this request might be a little specific and long to get it out of my mind because I have major baby fever right now too but what about spending the holidays w/ peter and reader is pregnant but peter doesn’t know but the symptoms are so bad with motion sickness and no drinking and it’s obvious that the ladies in the family suspect and privately tell her it’s surely that bc also they can see it “in the face” but to peter he thinks he’s done something wrong🥺 and she’s acting weird but reader is just nervous

Your Well-Kept(?) Secret

--genre + trope: FLUFF, pregnancy reveal

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 1.1k

--warnings: language, FLUFF OMG, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nausea, a bit of anxiety, reader is so anxious and nervous, peter is smitten by his wife.

You cover your mouth to muffle a strange mix of a laugh and cry in your cramped bathroom as you look down at the two lines on the pregnancy test, slowly growing darker. Placing the stick down on the cool counter, you run your hands through your hair. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks, prompting you to run to the drug store and grab a test. 

Emotions were running high. You should be getting ready for Aunt May’s annual holiday party, but instead, you’re looking at yourself, or rather your belly, in the mirror. You weren’t sure what to feel, but you knew you were nervous. Fuck, what is Pete going to think? Of course, he loved you; without a doubt he did, but kids? The topic of kids was always a conversation for later, but now that it’s here, it scared you to death. 

Looking down at your phone, you check the time, quickly putting your emotions, and the test, aside. 

You and Peter have made it out the door, only a few minutes late. With one of his hands holding yours, and the other carrying a bottle of wine, Peter keeps you close. Walking to the subway gave you time to think. Thinking of both the good and the bad made your head swirl with anxiety. What if Pete gets mad? Can we even afford a kid right now? How far along am I? What would their name be? A soft, but tight squeeze pulls you out of your thoughts. Looking up at your husband, you give him a polite smile, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, “you’re just a little quiet today. Are you feeling alright bug?”

His constant worry for you makes you squeeze his hand in return, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little tired.” He nods, accepting your answer for now. He always knew when something was off when it came to you, and this time was no exception. 

After a quick ride, and a few blocks later, you make it to Aunt May’s, her street filled with a row of parked cars on each side. “Wow, May invited a lot of people this year. I wonder if she invited the Blake’s across the street, their charcuterie board was so good last year,” Peter looks at you as he quips. 

You nod, bringing your hand up farther onto Peter’s arm to pull him closer, a sudden rush of nausea washing over your senses. 

Peter takes note of this, furrowing his eyebrows in concern while he reaches out to press the doorbell. Aunt May opens the door, her eyes lighting up when she sees the two of you, “You guys made it! Come in, come in. Oh, you look so pretty (Y/N)! The Blakes are here with their charcuterie board again, they’ve somehow found a way to double the size; but hey, I’m not complaining.”

May was clearly running around before greeting you guys, her rambling giving it away. You giggle at her excitement, you knew that she loved hosting, especially when you and Peter were able to visit. 

After making your rounds, you follow Peter into the kitchen, the alcohol coming into view. He grabs a beer for himself and starts to uncork the wine he brought to pour for you. Bringing a hand up to land on his arm, you stop him, “I don’t feel like drinking tonight, baby.”

He looks at you and puts the bottle down, “Okay. Can I get you anything else, bug?”

“Just water is good for me, thank you,” you smile at him as he turns around and walks away to get water. 

You sigh as you see his back walk away from you, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this act. The thought of keeping this from your husband adds to your nausea, but keeping it together is at the forefront of your mind. Looking down, you take a breath, only looking back up when you see one of May’s friends from work standing in front of you. You’re slightly shocked by her appearance, “Hi Miriam, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“(Y/N), it is so good to see you. I’ve been good, well, as good as a nurse during the holiday season can be,” she laughs, leaning in close, “I’ve just been meaning to ask if you’ve been feeling alright?”

You freeze in place, “Yeah, I’m just a little tired today, but nothing to worry about.”

“Good, good…You haven’t been feeling nauseous or anything like that?” a teasing tone lacing through her words. 

Silence. You can’t even respond. You’re baffled, “Is it really that obvious?”

A warm smile appears on her features as she rubs a hand up and down your arm, “Oh, honey…You’re surrounded by women who work in a hospital, we could see it in your face.”

You feel your cheeks warm at her confession, “Miriam, I’m so nervous. Peter doesn’t know yet.”

“You shouldn’t be a sweetheart. He is in love with you, has been for forever, even before you two were even dating,” she laughs, “you know Peter. And you know who he is, would he ever be upset at you for something like this?”

This may be what you need. Reassurance that came from someone else was always more believable than when it came from yourself. God! You feel so stupid for thinking that Peter would be mad at you for this. Looking at the older woman, you smile and shake your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter walking back with a water bottle in his hand, “Sorry bug, I got held up by one of May’s cousins. Apparently, he was there when I was born, and he just had to tell me all about it–Oh hey Miriam!”

After a few short minutes of small talk between the two, she walks away, not before winking at you as she turns her head.

 “Hey, we’re alright,” Peter’s voice, low and filled with worry, lingers throughout the air, “right?”

Bringing a hand up to his cheek, you copy the movement he displayed on your hand from earlier, “Yeah, we’re okay. I love you so so much, Pete.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Placing the softest peck on his lips, you grab his hand, “C’mon, I saw May bring out raspberry thumbprints, and I need to snag some before everyone else can get to them.”

Your worries were at ease; that was the least you could ask for on this day, surrounded by friends, family, and most of all your husband. Your loving, caring, obnoxiously kind husband. You’ll tell him later, but today is all about each other, and the Blake’s charcuterie board. 

--author's note: LISTEN I KNOW PREGNANT PEOPLE CANNOT EAT LIKE ANYTHING ON A CHARCUTERIE BOARD, BUT LETS JUST CHILL AND GO WITH IT PLEASE!!! nonnie, this request is so sweet i'm going to have a cavity. i love writing domestic peter who loves his wife, because i'm so down bad for him. my asks/inbox is open guyssss, so send in more delicious things like this!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging pretty please!! ok, bye ily!!! <333

[ladamedusoif]

Family (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 25

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word Count: 1903

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No physical description of reader; no use of Y/N; set after S3 of The Mandalorian; references to illness

Aliit ori’shya tal’din - Family is more than blood (Mandalorian proverb)

***

Din doesn’t get sick. Injured, sure. But sick? Never.

The strange, fuzzy feeling in his head is just a headache, he reasons to himself as he potters around the house, back early from a job and waiting for you to return from collecting Grogu from school in the town. You’ve been helping them out for a few months now, taking care of housekeeping and looking after the little boy when his father is away or busy during the day. 

Din likes having you around. In the beginning, he’d leave almost as soon as you arrived at their cabin, having travelled from the nearby farm you lived on with your widower father. But now, he lingered. He was glad when you suggested coming by on days when he was there, to help show him the basics of managing the household. He would never admit it, but he missed you when you went home in the evenings.

He pours a glass of water and tries to focus, bringing his hand to his forehead and being surprised to find it cold and clammy, even though he feels like he’s on fire. 

He can’t be sick, though. Not him. He sips the water and promptly splutters it back out as his body is racked with a hacking cough.

He can hear you and Grogu chattering as you approach the house. A few deep breaths and sips of water, and his helmet is back on before you’ve even opened the door.

***

It had become a habit to stay after picking Grogu up from school, to help out with preparing the main meal for him and Din. Din appreciates your help - he tells you how much he’s learned from you, and how much he still needs to know. 

Today, you stand side by side at one of the worktops peeling vegetables and chopping them into bite-size chunks to accompany the meat that’s cooking nicely in the oven, filling the little cabin with its aroma. You look over to see how Din is getting on, and are struck by the fact that his chopping is a far cry from its usual even, meticulous standard.

More worryingly, you’re sure you can hear him wheezing through his modulator. He’s leaning heavily on the worktop, as if for fear he’ll fall. 

“Din? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

No sooner has he resumed his work than a horrible, hacking cough has him bent double, gasping under his helmet. Even Grogu is scared - you can see it in his big dark eyes as he drops his toys and runs to comfort his beloved father.

“That’s not a headache, Din. You’re sick.”

The Mandalorian grips the edge of the counter and hauls himself up to his full, imposing height, Grogu still clinging to his leg. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick.”

You toss your knife on the chopping board. “Are Mandalorians somehow special, that they don’t get a simple cold, now and again?”

He does that exasperated sigh you’ve heard too often.

“Alright, Din. You’re not sick. But tell me how your body feels, being not-sick.”

That sigh.

“My head feels a little fuzzy. I have this slight cough. That’s it.”

“No fever?”

He shakes his head again, and you spot him tightening his grip on the counter. “I am fine. Now, can we please make some dinner?”

***

You tend to eat outside, on the veranda, if you’re eating with Din and Grogu. It means he can take off his helmet and eat comfortably, without revealing his face to someone outside his family.

You eat the last of your vegetables and survey the little garden the clan of two have cultivated, with your help. A little pond, a vegetable patch, even some desert flowers that bloom happily in the dry, sandy soil. 

A proper home for the little family, you muse. From what your father and Karga had told you about Din and Grogu’s past, you knew they deserved this little sanctuary.

Your reverie is shattered by the sound of distressed noises coming from inside the cabin - Grogu, babbling in panic and crying out with fear. You drop your bowl and are about to race inside when you stop, remembering that Din may well have his helmet off. 

“I’m coming in. Din? Just giving you fair warning.”

No answer. Just more frightened coos and what sounds like metal scraping on the floor.

“Din?”

Still nothing.

“Grogu? Is it okay for me to come in?”

The door to the cabin opens and the child races out and flings himself into your arms, pointing back into the house and babbling something in his curious mix of Basic and Mando’a about his father.

You understand as soon as you enter. 

There, on the floor of the kitchen, his helmet barely on, lies an unconscious Din Djarin.

***

With the help of Grogu’s powers, you lift Din and move him to his bed, still unresponsive. Din is definitely breathing, thankfully, but there’s a crackling wheeze in his chest that scares you as you manoeuvre his broad body onto the mattress.

If it was anyone else you’d be taking his temperature and preparing cold compresses for his brow. But this is a Mandalorian, one who takes his creed very seriously, and even the prospect of exposing Din’s chest feels like a violation.

When his body starts to tremble, despite the blankets you’ve pulled over him, you take an executive decision.

“Grogu?” He looks up at you from his spot beside his sick father on the bed. “I’m going to open up your dad’s shirt, just a little. I need to hear his breathing and try to cool him down. I’m not going to hurt him.”

With a coo and a nod he confirms that he understands. You expose just enough of Din’s broad chest to assess his temperature, the clammy, hot skin while Din continues to shiver proof of the severity of the fever. 

Grogu places his little hand on his father’s chest, eyes wide with fear and concern. He can heal many injuries, but the Force is no match for whatever virus or infection is raging through Din’s system. 

“We’re going to make your buir all better, I promise. Can you help me with that?”

He nods and hops off the bed, following you into the kitchen where you fill some bowls with cold water and find rags to make cold compresses. Grogu watches attentively as you place the damp cloths on Din’s chest, rising and falling with each shallow breath. 

“Now, you need to stay here and keep the cloths on his chest, okay? I’m going to try to make up some medicine to help make him all better.”

Before she died, your mother had taught you a few simple herbal remedies that could be easily prepared in advance, dried, and carried with you, in case of emergency. “Bacta is a wonderful thing,” she’d counseled, “until you find yourself in the middle of nowhere with a fever.”

You retrieve the little vials of dried herbs from your bag and set some water to boil, ready to make the infusion. The liquid turns an ominous purple colour as the herbs brew, and you can’t help but chuckle as you imagine how Din would react if you presented him with this in the whole of his health.

When the medicine has cooled enough to be administered, you return to Din’s simple, neat bedroom, where Grogu is dutifully pressing the cloths to his father’s chest. You praise him effusively, showing him how to wring out the cloths and make them colder again.

As you prop Din up on the pillows, you realise that you aren’t going to be able to give him the special medicine as you would anyone else. Gingerly, you push back his helmet just enough to expose his mouth.

You pause for a moment as you realise this is the most you’ve ever seen of the Mandalorian. Seeing the open expanse of his golden, battle-scarred chest and the peek of his jaw somehow seems more intimate than if Din was lying here completely naked. His mouth is pink and plush, and you are surprised to realise that Din has a moustache, as well as a patchy beard, of sorts. You push away the temptation to peek further, as well as the desire that’s rising inside you.

“Help me give your buir this medicine, Grogu. Can you keep his helmet at this angle for me?”

The little boy is only too keen to help, and you slowly, steadily, feed Din the mixture you hope will heal him.

***

Other than changing the water and the compresses, you do not move from Din’s side all night. Grogu falls asleep on his father’s chest, and you scoop him up and bring him to bed, placing a little kiss to his fuzzy scalp as you tuck him into his cot. He coos sleepily in appreciation.

You are waiting for Din’s fever to break, the turning point in any illness like this. If it doesn’t happen tonight, you’ll need to seek a medic in the morning. 

His helmet is still up slightly, and you study the line of his jaw, the little divot in his lower lip, the dark hair of his moustache. You trace the scars on his body, wondering about the stories behind each one, feeling a simultaneous sense of relief that he is still here and dread at the prospect of this man being wounded - or worse - in the future.

In the darkest hours of the night, with Din’s breathing still heavy and laboured, you find yourself reaching for his hand: running your fingertips over his broad palm and thick fingers before holding it gently, willing the herbal mixture to do its work. He is all Grogu has, after all. He is his entire family, and vice versa. 

And what are you?, asks a little voice inside you. Is this your clan, too?

You have pressed your lips to the back of his hand before you realise what you’re doing.

***

His stirring wakes you to the half-light of early morning, your hand still wrapped around his.

“Din?”

He tries to sit up, reaching in panic to adjust his helmet when he realises how much of his face is exposed.

“Din, take it easy…” You press your hand to his chest and sigh with relief as you realise his temperature is normal.

“What…why - what happened?”

“You were sick, had a bad fever - you’ve been out since yesterday afternoon.”

“I don’t get sick.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “Yes, you do. Hate to break it to you.”

You swear you can hear a huffed laugh from under his helmet.

“Din, I… I’m sorry for opening your shirt, lifting the helmet - I had to, it was the only way to help. I only saw part of your jaw, but… I’m so sorry.”

To your surprise, he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m grateful. You didn’t have to stay here.”

I wanted to take care of you. I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you.

“I couldn’t have left you. Anyway, what would we - I mean, what would Grogu do without you?”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand.

“What would I do without you, cyare?” 

[aheckinmess]

Blue Christmas

(Part 18 of The Snowball Effect)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has an Ice Quirk, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, MHA Christmas Special, Lending One Another a Coat, This One's Short, Sorry Not Sorry, I Am, In Fact, Sick, So I Didn't Want to Write a Lot, But I Still Wanted to Get Something Out, Because I'm Technically Supposed to Double Up Today

Word Count: 282 words

Summary: You join Enji out in the garden under the Pagoda tree and reflect on how much you love each other.

Author's Note: This is a VERY short chapter, but seeing as I'm sick, I needed the break from something lengthy. I think it's still cute, at least.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 18

“You are bound and determined to get sick again, aren’t you?” Enji chuckles when you step outside with him under the Pagoda tree in nothing but a long-sleeve shirt and leggings.

“I’m really not; I just wanted to keep you company for a little bit. It’s not so bad.” You insist. “Besides, that just means you’ll need to snuggle in closer in order to keep me warm.”

“As if that’s a problem.”

It’s not. In fact, Enji takes off his own coat and pulls it around your shoulders, taking the time to button it up even though it’s clear the fabric swallows you whole in its massive size – so much so that it drags along the ground. Enji doesn’t seem to mind, taking extra time to roll up the sleeves until your hands are free to roam. 

Only then does he scoop you up and cradle you against his chest. Every sunbeam that’s ever touched the ground would never be enough to match the light radiating in your heart for Enji Todoroki; it only takes one look up at him to confirm this as he sits down with you on the bench.

“You complete me.” You close your eyes. “Never forget that.”

“I’m not sure you’d let me.” Enji’s fingers rub soft assurances against your covered arms. “Every breath you take in my presence is a gift I don’t deserve.”

“Waxing poetic today, aren’t we?” You giggle, opening your eyes again to stare into the deep blue sea of his eyes. “I didn’t take you for a poet, Enchan.”

“I’m not.” He grunts, looking away with the softest blush painting his cheeks. “At least, not for anyone else.” 

“That’s enough for me.”

Day 19

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[galaxymagitech]

My brother is convinced that he can “balance his hair’s oils” by refusing to shampoo it for weeks, and it’s come to a head today. My mom is apoplectic. She’s now shouting “my son wants to ruin the Christmas photos!” and that he “looks like a g-ddamn greaseball.”

In other news, we’re apparently responsible for bringing the menorah to Christmas dinner (and candles, which are extra easy to forget), and my granny asked me to teach everyone to play dreidel because “you can read the letters.” There are four letters on the dreidel, so I’m not sure how it’s at all meaningful that I can memorize נ, ה, ג, and ש. But apparently that means it’s my job to teach my Catholic grandma (and my very much non-Jewish cousins, if they aren’t too sick to come) how to play dreidel. That should be interesting.

Greasy Hair Brother and my mom also are having an argument about if blue is an acceptable shirt color for the Christmas photo, because everyone else is wearing red and green, but it is Hanukkah, so blue is seasonally appropriate.

Double the holidays? Double the chaos!

[dollsonmain]

I did not sleep at all last night. I even went and laid down in the guest room after That Guy got up where I usually pass right out but I didn't sleep in there, either.

I feel like All the Shit.

Long morning ramble.

Sleeping in a night cap is annoying but it's keeping my ends from being fried for longer. My hair's texture was already chef's kiss, now it's double chef's kiss.

-

That Guy said that he has to run the car tax payment to town on his way home from work today but DO NOT try to walk home if he's not there when I get off work because it's going to be nearly 100F and wait for him to pick me up.

He also said he'll have to start looking for another car, which should have been done a very, very long time ago because I could have been working as soon as Son expressed and demonstrated that I wasn't needed by him anymore. Don't take that the wrong way, I don't mean he said "I don't need you." he said things like he'd like to go to the bus stop by himself and has shown that he can be trusted on his own, etc.

I did intend to get my own car (or a truck), but if he buys one and doesn't expect me to pay for it (though he may expect me to pay for it) that lets me put more into savings for later.

I think That Guy is suddenly aware of how difficult he's made it for me to work all this time, which is interesting because I really did think he did it on purpose and then was blaming me.

He was saying that to drop me off and pick me up at the mail room job he'd only be able to work 4 hours a day. Granted he'd earn more in that four hours than I will in 12 hours even with this moderately big pay rate. And I was like yes, that's why I'd been limiting my job search to positions on your normal route (as he'd demanded), but this job pays much more per hour than any of the others I can do locally and I have experience which makes it more likely I'd get in, so it's worth the extra time and effort in my opinion.

$19.23/hr is THE highest income I've seen locally for almost ANY job, actually... There was one federal job that requires a TS clearance that pays like $65/hr, most are paying around $15 with some management positions offering $17 - $24. The gas station I'm at is actually one of the lowest at $10 though there are some places offering $8.50. Because they can.

He did say he'd thought it was a federal mail position and I'd get the Big Bennies and retirement but I'd just be an employee of Goodwill so not get the USPS packet. I'm not the only one that's been confused by how the job was listed.

The actually bennies:

50% Company-paid Health Insurance After 30 days of employment and begins the first day of the first month after employees’ first 30 days.

Company-paid Life Insurance

Company-paid Long-Term Disability (LTD) and Accidental Death and Dismemberment (AD&D) insurance

Dental Insurance – Guardian Dental

Vision Insurance – Davis Vision

Supplemental Insurances – Colonial Life and Legal Shield

401(k) – The company matches up to 4% of salary and is available for enrollment after six months of employment.

Employee Assistance Program (EAP)

Resource Assistance Program (RAP)

Direct Deposit

Vacation Leave – Twelve days of vacation available after 3 months of employment.

Sick Leave – 6 days that can be used after 30 days of employment.

Personal Days – 3 days that can be used starting on your first day.

Holiday Pay – 8 paid holidays after 30 days of employment.

That's not as good as federal, but is pretty good.

-

It's like he's only just now understanding what telling me to get insurance, which meant getting a job because he won't let the insurance companies look at his finances to prove that I can afford insurance and won't sell a policy to someone with less than $1k in the bank and no income, MEANS.

It means me being even more physically exhausted, in more pain, chores not getting done, falling asleep at the dinner table while eating....

He really did not expect me to throw myself out into the world like i have, and does not seem to have understood just how much of an inconvenience me working would be for him.

Like, he was crunching the numbers because he doesn't want to be thrown into a higher tax bracket even if it means more money coming in overall, but I think I'd be filing separately anyway so I can get back as much as possible without it being on a check in his name.

I wonder if the mail room folks get any sort of tax preparation deals since we're working IN an IRS office... Wouldn't that be nice to be able to say "It's my turn" and go sit down with an IRS prepper and do your taxes in person to be sure they're very correct?

So, I think I mentioned already the hours are 6:30-3 which is kind of nice as I do like getting my day over with early and I'd still be getting up at 3:30 with That Guy anyway so it's not like I'd have to change my sleep schedule at all.

The lady on the phone also cleared up some confusion for me about why the job listing said Goodwill, then IRS, and talking about custodial jobs????

So, I'd be an employee of Goodwill, and Goodwill contracts out those employees to other places, specifically the local Goodwill contracts out to federal and military establishments (the IRS building is on a small National Guard base so I do have to go through a checkpoint and get the car searched which is annoying and I hope I don't have to do that EVERY day, like I hope I get an ID card I just scan and can get in or something...) and their contract has been running so long with this IRS branch that Goodwill's sign is on the building.

The custodial job mention was them pointing anyone that IS severely disabled toward that job instead of the mail room position because the custodial job is slow paced which makes it suitable for people with developmental delays who may need more time to complete a task. But the whole job listing was a mess.

I do need to ask when the next bid is, because I could get hired on, the contract be rebid, and Goodwill lose which would leave me with no work until another contract was picked up, or could also mean a pay cut if they have to undercut another contractor to get the lowest bid and it's good to know what to expect.

She also said that some of the small mail crew, which is about 5 people (to me that is a lot because I'm used to being alone in the mail room) bring in knitting or crochet projects because it's slow now and then. That's generally when I would pick up a broom or a bottle of cleanser but I wouldn't mind crocheting at work :P

Also need to ask about lunch because the work day is exactly 8 hours so unless lunch is paid, I'd not be getting paid for 8 hours of work every day.

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Anyway I've been feeling the guilt about maybe jumping jobs so soon (my start date would likely be mid August if not a little later), but I also helped find a vendor for something the gas station needed and that helps two people [who aren't me make more money... hm....] so I guess I don't feel too bad.

Manager asked me if I bake because people have been asking for fresh baked goods and I said no, I hate cooking and you can't make me do it, BUT I know that one of Son's classmates' moms bakes and is selling things through the local 7-11 so I'll ask if they'd be interested and they are. They should get in contact with the gas station any day now.

My suggestion is that the baker take some samples to the gas station and go talk to Manager in person, but I'm not the one running the business.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Copper top encounter with surprise jr pie part 14

"Copper summoned surprise, Jr." Now what? Dum fuck? You're face, that's what's what, hahah go eat your gf out "copper face heated up red" go fuck yourself! Look, it is not easy. Others say it is, but no, my wife is pregnant, and I get nothing. Oh, uh, gross didn't need to know that, but congrats on the pregnancy. Thank you. But what's going on today agenda? Chillin today satan. Then I'm out. i have a pregnant wife now, so chow. Oh no, you don't, huh? What do you mean, robot? First of all, my name is Copper dick head two and was doing an adventure today. Your brother gave me the idea of that "surprise sighed" fine copper fuckin bitch any how...... what was that? Do you not remember I won against you? And your my bitch? Don't remind me of your lucky bitch my daughter doesn't challenge you. "surprise chuckled, then got blasted by copper." Oh, you wanna go, huh bitch? "Copper double bucket surprise back, but he didn't move an inch just his spine broke." That all you got? "Surprise healed himself." Lets try that again bitch shall we? "Copper fired an energy beam at surprise jr, but he just ate the energy" tasty "surprise did an evil grined" my turn now? "As he said that, he stabbed copper through her chest. Copper looked down, dropping backward as she choked on her oil." d-damn, you are fast.... my wife says the same thing. "Then surprise healed copper with no injuries or dents." Why, tho? You could've letted me die? Why save me? Because I must obay the devil's code. Oh? And what code is that? Yo, Mama Copper. Oh? yo mama, so pink she is classified pink. Wait? Yo, Mama is so ugly, even her maker said damn I fucked up on her "copper clapped slowly" ha ha ha very funny yo mama is so classified when celestia lost against her "surprise clapped slowly too" that's a good one. Yo, Mama is so dum scooby dum changed his name to scooby Bob. Oh damn yo mama, so dead she is iving each day wondering about her life today. Oh shit yo mama so uh fuck.... "a bell rang" copper wins Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah you suck surprise jr. I do suck very well. "Copper head turned red overheating," you're so gross. you would you like to know, huh? "surprise laughed." Oh shit hahah that's a good one. I crack myself up. You're so sick, surprise, Jr. I am sick, but I never wanted this life. I was tricked so go fuck yourself! "Surprise, Jr. started to set the town on fire and started raising some hell." Care to join me copper? No, and you shouldn't either. Why not? Him? "Copper pointed to blood surprise turn and jumped back." bro, what's up....... "Copper was confused why surprise was scared of his brother, then copper magic scanner went off then copper magic battery was getting overloaded and then it busted open copper stumbled trying to stay awake" shit.... "Copper shutted down"

Mod pie: To be continued, part 15 is gonna have a twizt

Tag: @ask-coppertop

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 07/12/2024 (Christmas Garbage)

If you were sick of me talking about Christmas-themed double A-sides from the incredibly long special feature earlier this week… I have bad news. There are two debuts and one of them’s Rudolph. Gracie Abrams is at #1 on the UK Singles Chart for a fifth week with “That’s So True”, otherwise, it’s all merriment so have a wintry welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

content warning: death

Rundown

Okay, so once we’re fully in the Christmas weeks, time isn’t real, structure is gone and we may as well have fun with it, so let’s start the rundown with the top five instead, and in reverse order, because why not? Gracie Abrams is at #1, sure, then we have “Last Christmas” by Wham! at #2, “APT.” by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars at #3, “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez at #4, “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey at #5, and whilst we’re here, I won’t talk about all the Christmas gains simply for how many there are – just returns, new peaks and the top five – therefore shout out to Brenda Lee at #6 with “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree”.

With that out of the way, let’s plunge right into holiday music, as in December, the rundown is “what came back?” and “what left?” nearly exclusively. We shall bid a very informal welcome back to the late Frank Sinatra’s “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” at #75, Justin Bieber’s “Mistletoe” at #66, Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You)” at #62, “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas” by Perry Como, the Fontaine Sisters, Mitchell Ayres and his orchestra at #60, “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” by Darlene Love at #56 (one of my personal favourites), “Carol of the Bells” by John Williams at #53, “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter at #51 (not sure how that one snuck in the stocking, but it returned too), “Merry Xmas Everybody” by Slade at #50, “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” by… oh, don’t make say it – John Lennon, Yoko Ono and the Plastic Ono Band with the Harlem Community Choir – at #49, “I Wish it Could Be Christmas Everyday” by Wizzard at #46, “One More Sleep” by Leona Lewis at #45, “Wonderful Christmastime” by Paul McCartney at #44 and “Feliz Navidad” by José Feliciano at #40, as well as new peaks for last week’s Amazon originals, “Christmas Magic” by Laufey at #39 – she also has a new peak for “Winter Wonderland” at #24 – and “It Can’t Be Christmas” by Tom Grennan at #25. Oh, and our only notable gains outside of festivities are “The Days” by Chrystal at #38 because of new remixes, I’m pretty sure, I’ve yet to hear them, as well as “Messy” by Lola Young at #35.

So, what left to make room for all that? Well, most of it’s going to com back but you know the jist by now, no one new to this blog will read this of all episodes as a first read, but still: notable dropouts. UK Top 75. Five weeks. Peak in the top 40. ‘Tis what I cover, and ‘tis the season. This week, we bid farewell to “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter, “St. Chroma” by Tyler, the Creator featuring Daniel Caesar, “labour” by Paris Paloma, “I Only Smoke When I Drink” by nimino, “Burning Down” by Alex Warren, “Heavy is the Crown” by Linkin Park, “Somedays” by Sonny Fodera, Jazzy and D.O.D, “Close to You” by Gracie Abrams, “Move” by Adam Port, Stryv, Keinemusik, Orso and Malachiii, “Kisses” by BL3SS and CamrinWatsin featuring bbyclose – wow, all the EDM-pop ensemble casts exiting today – then “HOT TO GO!” by Chappell Roan, “I Had Some Help” by Post Malone featuring Morgan Wallen and “Austin (Boots Stop Workin’)” by Dasha. I could have easily missed some here, but if I did… I don’t know, go watch Spectrum Pulse, let’s talk about a reindeer.

New Entries

#72 – “Run Rudolph Run” – Mark Ambor

Produced by Mark Ambor, Parker Sundby and Alex Mak

If you didn’t like Amazon Music originals – I don’t either – how about “Spotify Singles”? No, this isn’t a dating site for Clairo fans, this is a series of singles Spotify has been pushing out for years, and this is the “Belong Together” guy’s recording of Chuck Berry’s jovial Christmas classic about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. The original 1958 recording is a fun rock and roll ditty that is fully in Berry’s wheelhouse and features very high praise of Rudolph being the “mastermind” of the other reindeers, as well as some cute dialogue between Santa Claus and some stereotypical kids of the age. He also completely makes a reindeer up – “Randolph” is not usually included in the list, but I feel like Berry ad-libbed in an early take that was used as the final recording, and it just stuck. This version first charted in 1964, peaking at #36 whilst The Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand”, a Christmas #1 I discussed in that last special episode, was topping the chart. It returned in 2019 and has thus far reached as high as #49 on the annual Christmas flush. This new version from Ambor is cute enough and you can tell a lot of fun was had recording it, but it may ramp up the bubblegum a bit too much with those coy backing doo-wop harmonies and a very gentle, faceless delivery that is really far away from Berry’s original, richer recording. Part of why old 50s and 60s Christmas music that sounds straight out of a Claymation special works is because of the warmth of their performers that can sell the charm of the ridiculous fantasy characters but not overdo the saccharine children’s story elements, which are always present but often not the focus since the songs are performed with some degree of subtlety or awareness. This is not, and that’s fine – neither is “Underneath the Tree” and I like that song – but this feels like pure bubblegum novelty instead of anything worth returning to over the original.

#55 – “Empty Out Your Pockets” – Juice WRLD

Produced by Nick Mira

For Christmas dinner, we’re feasting on a five year-old corpse. Whoever at Interscope in charge of Juice WRLD’s masters has pumped out a presumably final posthumous album, The Party Never Ends, compiled of mostly useless, demo-esque leftovers that have been scrapped together and “cleaned up” partly in post by Cashmere Cat, benny blanco, etc. with a few tracks just kept relatively untouched from their leaks. Given this is one verse and solely produced by Juice’s frequent collaborator Nick Mira, I assume this can be included in that, but it doesn’t make it particularly good, or give it any reason to justify its release. Juice had a knack for catchy freestyling, but there is no structure to this, I don’t think there ever was intended to be until the lines were punched in for a vaguely cohesive flexing verse that still derails into a repetitive bridge before returning to the copy-pasted chorus. It’s basically a recording of Juice doing word association fragmented together into a “song” over a decent enough piano-led trap beat. Clearly unfinished, clearly laying there and placed on the album with little effort for a late-year release, I’m just glad this newest record isn’t proving nearly as successful so maybe the dead man’s vault can stop being raided for so-called grails.

Conclusion

Let’s be real: who cares? What song’s better, everyone – posthumous Juice WRLD leftover slop or a milquetoast cover of a children’s song that a corporation made the guy record? Can I give any of this “Best of the Week”, really? If there even is a week to speak of, what’s the point of crowning the best of the two? It’s like choosing between foot-and-mouth disease and… it’s the Christmas chart in two weeks, no idea what’s going on next week if anything, but I’ll see you then.

[an-expected-journey-to-jeju]

Journal entry #10

Double posting? Wow, look at me go. The only reason for the double post is that it took me forever to finish the last one and this one needed to be its own entry

I'm officially done the semester! Yesterday and today I had my finals. Yesterday was the speaking test, which I'm not sure how it went. It was split into two parts: you had to read aloud a text and then answer questions to test comprehension, and then answer a question based on your experience. Then, you had to talk about a topic that you randomly chose. The first part went good, but the second part... I'm not so sure. I picked having to talk about a Korean holiday which was the one I didn't want to get. I did study it and wrote down sentences, but when put on the spot, I totally forgot what I even wanted to say. Honestly, I don't even know if what I said was even grammatically correct or made any sense.

Today was the rest of the tests: listening, writing, and reading. I think going to China really threw me out of the groove cause I was just so tired and done with everything that I didn't even want to try. Which kind of sucks, but when I'm in that mindset, it's hard for me, dare I say impossible, to get out of it. But now it's over!

I did also catch a cold which I guess doesn't really help. I woke up with a sore throat but I thought it would go away (it didn't), The first thing I checked though was my tonsils. I have a knack for catching tonsillitis, and the last time I was sick I had strep throat and the doctor said that I might have to remove my tonsils (which is a bitch to do when you're an adult I've heard). Fortunately they still look like deflated balloons and no tonsil stones. My nose is also congested and I have the sniffles. I have a tiny bit of a cough, but it's not too bad. I'll just continue taking medicine and drinking hot water.

[fuck-customers]

a fuck my manager/coworkers rant:

store manager got a new girlfriend back in October and since then work has been his second priority (EVEN DURING THE HOLIDAYS). Which is understandable in some regards but him and his ex literally broke up over him wanting to prioritize work. So often he goes off on two hour lunch dates with his GF we can see (at the shitty brunch place across the parking lot) when he said he was just going to go run the deposit to the bank. And he doesn't fucking COMMUNICATE anymore. One of my coworkers was given 5 days to completely rearrange a section of the store that was due last month but no one knew bc he never TOLD anyone and now he wants it done before Inventory is due. This entire month our rewards program is doing a special double points when purchasing a certain brand. I didn't find out until TODAY (the 20th) when I saw it on the TV image slide thing. The assistant manager didn't know until the Eighth.

He ignored and denied phone calls from our shift lead when on Valentine's Day when a customer was screaming at her, SM claimed that his sister was in labor and he was with her (dude you can step out of the room for five minutes) but we ALL know he was at V-day dinner with his GF (it was 5pm.)

He's on salary and should be working 40 hours and is technically on the clock all the time but he ignores people's text messages and shows up to work 15-30 minutes late every day and tries to leave early. He randomly goes out of town and only tells people last minute. There's no way he's making his 40 hours and NO ONE can do anything about it. He's been reported to our district manager several times and when she comes over to talk to him about it they just spend an hour in the back room giggling together because she doesn't care and loves him! All that matters is the store is doing well numbers wise.

... well it's not Anymore. because he's been so out of WACK that no one wants to put in effort working anymore. Bye bye 4.15 UPT and 40 DPT goal. have fun with the average 2.5 UPT. We've been consistently missing our sales goal. Oh well. Sorry buddy.

My biggest irritant though is that we are a pet store and like I don't care if my coworkers wanna slack on sales, but when they slack on caring for our animals is where I lose my mind and I'm sick and tired of having to pick up everyone's slack in that regard bc the management doesn't care either, they won't check over how animal care got done and so I have to be the one to make sure our animals aren't literally standing in soiled bedding 24/7.

I hate it here. In May it will be two years and I'm making minimum wage still, because every time the MW goes up, I lose any raise I had received. I should be making more than the hire we got two months ago but I don't. It makes me want to tear my hair out. I want to strangle our DM because she is the only thing keeping me from getting promoted, she wants me to have a car but company policy says 3/4 managers need a car. Everyone else does!! I would literally be lowest position anyways, I'm just there to pick up management slack I'm not there for big issues.

hate it here.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[waty-art]

Stranger Danger part 2

This is part 2 of Stranger Danger. Thank you for reading! quick disclaimer, this one has a short scene with an attempted attack on the boys.

part 1

Years later, on the Halloween of Frank’s 18th year and Joe’s 16th, they were once again celebrating the holiday.

The two brothers barely went tricker treating after the incident when they were younger, but they would instead have a tradition of watching a scary movie and opening the door to tricker treaters.

This year, Frank and Joe were left at the house alone while their parents had left for one of dad’s business dinners.

Fenton and Laura had always been wary on this particular night after what had happened, and they almost decided not to go and leave the boys alone. Of course Frank and Joe reassured them they would be fine and wouldn’t be going outside recklessly, they had even decided to invite their friends Chet Morton and Biff Hooper to watch the movie and hang out.

Chet Morton was a stout, heavy set boy who had red hair and freckles. He was good friends with both boys and often had the two brothers laughing their heads off. They laughed mainly when something happened to Chet’s treasured jalopy which he had named “Queen”. When something befell the car the red head would go wild.

Biff Hooper was closer to Frank than he was to Joe, due to the fact that both blondes had gotten off on the wrong foot in middle school, due the fact that Joe was indeed the spoiled younger sibling and didn’t like how Biff was taking up Frank’s attention. Joe and Biff later grew out of their major rivalry and ended up becoming friends. They still bantered jokingly and liked to annoy each other.

Biff had his blonde hair cut short and was taller than Frank by a few inches, but had double the muscle Frank did.

Today Frank ditched his dress shirts because he couldn’t stand Joe nagging him to dress more causally for a whole day. He wore a large dark blue sweater and black jeans while Joe wore his “Bay Port High” basketball jersey over a black T-shirt with ripped blue jeans.

The four friends were currently alone at the house and were setting up for the movie.

“Joe! Help me get the plates for the pizza!” Frank called from the kitchen to Joe who was in the living room across from it.

The house had an open hallway by the front door which had the kitchen on one side and the living room on the other. The bedrooms were located up the large, dark wooden stair case.

“Yeesh! I’m coming Frank, calm down.” Joe retorted in annoyance as he sauntered into the kitchen and walked to the cabinets over the sink.

“Hey does anyone know where the popcorn is?” Chet questioned opening and closing cabinet doors rapidly in search of the snack.

“Dude, you’ve basically lived at this place, if anyone should know where anything is, it’s you.” Biff teased with a smirk as he strolled into the kitchen. “Also, Frank, where do you keep the soda?”

Frank gave Biff a deadpan expression. “Am i the only one who knows anything around here?” Frank exclaimed exasperatedly as he began to cut the pizza with the cutter roughly.

“No, I know something.” Chet interjected snidely. “I know that you guys don’t have any fricking popcorn!”

“Language.” Frank warned, digging the cutter into the pizza particularly hard.

Biff only chuckled as he watched Frank struggle with the pizza cutter. “Did you burn that thing’s crust because it looks like you are cutting into a rock.” Biff joked as he tried to take the pizza cutter from Frank so he could help.

“For your information, No I did not. Now go get the soda, it’s in the fridge you big idiot.” Frank stated sternly, yanking the pizza cutter away from Biff who raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Frank, is Biff bothering you?” Joe questioned as he stalked over with the plates in his hands.

“Ye-“ Frank started but Biff interrupted rapidly.

“Don’t sick Joe on me Frank.” Biff laughed nervously.

The four fools finally finished bickering playfully and got all the food laid out in the coffee table in the living room which stood in front of the leather couch.

“Alright, we are doing this by popular demand!” Joe announced standing in front of The TV. “we have three selections to choose from.”

The majority ended up voting for “The Village” much to Frank’s dismay. He absolutely hated that movie and knew it would be picked when Biff said he never saw it.

Joe always played it just to mess with Frank and get him to flip out when a jump scare happened.

The group began taking their seats on the long couch.

Frank sat in the middle seat which was usually his designated spot for movie nights, and Biff tried to sit next to his best friend but Joe was faster. Joe zipped from in front of the TV to Frank’s side almost instantly, plopping down smugly next to his brother who rolled his eyes at the two’s playful shenanigans.

Biff laughed then sat on Frank’s other side while Chet sat on Joe’s.

They were 20 minutes into the movie and Frank had already gotten frightened and spilled the popcorn when he jolted from a jump scare. This happened two times more until Joe ripped the popcorn bowl from his hands and revoked his snack privileges.

Chet also flipped out a bunch of times already, and a pizza slice had landed on Joe’s lap in the process.

Biff laughed heartily and Joe scowled at him grumpily. Everyone was enjoying the movie, some more than others, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh yeah, this is about the time when tricker treaters start trickling in.” Biff observed.

“I got it!” Frank offered a little more eager than he meant to, causing everyone on the couch to laugh. Frank stood up and began walking out into the hallway, grabbing the candy bowl on his way out.

Now do you remember how calm Joe had been after the incident years ago? Well, let’s just say that Joe wasn’t really that calm on the inside. He always was wary of the Holiday after what had happened.

The disturbing memories were now attached to this day, which is why Joe also got up and followed his brother to the door. Joe never forgot that night, so he always felt justified when he became uneasy on this day.

Frank unlocked the door twisted the nob, opening the door to find a tall person in a black hoodie and pants, wearing a white face mask with only the eyes showing. Frank’s eyes traveled down to spot something sticking out of the man’s hoodie pocket, Frank couldn’t be sure what it was but his best guess was a kitchen knife from the look of the wooden handle peaking out of the pocket.

Before Frank and Joe could move, the mysterious person took out his knife and tried to lunge at them, but thankfully Joe was fast enough to start pushing the door closed.

Frank dropped the plastic candy bowl to the ground and him and Joe immediately began pressing all of their weight against the door which the masked person was trying to push open.

Biff and Chet rushed into the hallway to find the two brothers battling with the door.

“What the hell?” Chet screamed when he saw the white mask peek around the door.

“Don’t just stand there you idiots!” Joe shouted furiously.

Biff and Chet got the message and all four of them were slamming their bodies against the door, successfully closing it. Still pressing their bodies against the door Frank reached for the door lock and turned it harshly.

There was no sound except for the heavy breathing from the group. They all were wide eyed and frightened, but they felt relief.

“Chet, go call the police!” Frank ordered between heavy pants.

It took Chet a second to process the command, but when he got it he sped off down the hall and into the kitchen where the phone was.

Meanwhile Frank and Joe could only stare wide eyed at each other.

The boys did not even attempt to look outside the windows, but instead made sure everything was locked and that the blinds were down. No one said a word except for Chet who wouldn’t leave the police phone operator alone until the officers came. When the officers arrived in two sturdy squad cars Frank and Joe were hesitant to open the door for them, so instead Biff did. The policemen asked questions and the boys gave their best answers but in the end there was no trace of the man that tried to attack them, he had just vanished.

Sadly there was no way to identify the man and no proof of force entry, so The officers couldn’t do anything. Once the officers left the boys were alone again.

Frank decided to phone Fenton and tell him what happened, but it went straight to voice mail.

“What we should do is just stay all together in one room and try to calm down.” Biff reasoned, seeing clearly that Frank and Joe were shaken quite a bit, Frank was completely quiet, but fright was etched in his features.

Joe was too stubborn to show fear, but Biff knew he was still just as afraid.

“Yeah…” Joe responded quietly, as he watched his older brother try to hide his emotions. “don’t worry Frank, everything’s gonna be ok.” Joe tried to reassure his sibling even though he was terrified himself. Joe’s comforting words relaxed the black-haired Hardy, but he didn’t want anyone to think he was being coddled by his younger brother.

“I-I know that. I don’t need to be comforted!” Frank stuttered in embarrassment, causing Joe to give a small smile. Joe then took his brother’s hand in his and led him back to the couch, the two then settled down and the others joined them. Frank and Joe huddled against each other while Biff and Chet took their original seats.

For the rest of the night the four boys tried to watch something lighthearted and funny to distract themselves.

Time passed and they chuckled softly at some parts of the new movie they picked, but Joe never let go of the baseball bat that he had retrieved from his room and Chet would often nervously look over his shoulder.

Biff was ready to jump from the couch and defend everyone if he had to and Frank was a ball of nerves but tried not to show it.

Finally at 12:55 the parents arrived home. At first when the doorbell rang the boys froze and exchanged frightened glances, then they heard the faint sound of their Father yelling to open up.

The door was practically ripped off its hinges and the parents were pulled in by the four erratic boys. The boys all began talking at once, trying to explain the events that had happened.

Fenton immediately stopped them and tried to calm them down.

They eventually explained everything and the Hardy parents were in shock, but Fenton’s detective mode kicked in and, believe me, he knew how to stay calm in these types of situations.

The first course of action was to get Chet and Biff home safely, so Fenton called their parents and told them what had happened. Finally Biff and Chet were saying goodbye to the brothers with tight hugs, but their smiles were forced and tight. Once Biff and Chet were gone Fenton and Laura sat the boys down in the kitchen around the table and asked them if they were alright.

Of course they lied, not wanting to look like cowards in front of two people they respected and loved.

Fenton knew they were lying, but he couldn’t force them to talk about it so he let them go get ready for bed. once they were in the bedroom, they were silent for the most part while Frank changed into his flannel pajamas, and Joe swapped his jersey and jeans for his boxers and a T-shirt.

Up until it was time to get into bed, it was dead silence.

Frank stared at his bed in horror. He didn’t know what would visit him in his dreams tonight.

Joe also dreaded climbing into his bed, not excited for bad memories to replay in his head all night.

“Joe…” Frank called quietly, but he didn’t have to say anything else, because Joe understood what he was getting at.

Joe walked over to his brother’s side, and the two climbed into Frank’s bed like they did years ago. Once settled under the covers together, Joe spoke softly. “And you said you weren’t sensitive.” Joe teased in a whisper. Frank huffed grumpily, but didn’t have a comeback.

“Just shut up and go to sleep.” Frank then shut his eyes, moving closer to his brother.

Joe grinned, then wrapped his arm over Frank’s side.

Wow! I did it! I posted my first fic….it might not be that great but I had a lot of fun writing it.

Thank you so much for reading!

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ready to counter today's and tomorrow's angst because I'm delulu with a delulu thought:

Theia and Lance going on a double date with Kincaid and Arthur. Dani that's my roman empire. And I'm aware that it can't be because it hasn't happened yet but like I said delulu for lulu so it is. Just thinking about it makes me mushy I love them all so much🥹

And then I realized how many things those four have to overcome for this to happen. I mean, first off, no one has to die. Right? Or if they do, they have to make sure they die in a way that the rest can bring them back *coughs* Rafe and David *coughs*. And also the universe has to be intact so time traveling and canon events and all of those things have to be avoided (or handled after they for sure happen more like it). And unless they want Lucifer as a chaperone, he's got to go too. And of course, the cherry on top: the whole prophecy business. I feel like that can be handled in an FMF way. I mean, Clary stabbed Jace and they got married! And David shot and kidnapped Alec and he still got permission to date his son so there's that.

All in all, I'm hopeful! And high on painkillers because I'm sick. But all of the above happening sounds very likely! Mostly because I'm in enough pain as it is.

Here's a bunch of tik toks to help with the pain:

How to describe us in one sentence

This aesthetic gives David/Other Max vibes I think

A message to Theia from Dapnhe(and me)

A gift from me to you and Max, thirst awayy

Also I hope you're enjoying your holiday! Having a pool in your yard is the dream and you should take full advantage of it. Have funn🌷

I am back and already drowning in work 😎

ALSO OMG YES THE DOUBLE DATE???? 100% IN OMG. Also, I just realised, in the lbaf universe out of these four, Theia is the only one who has a driver's license ah!

Also love me that Hayden Christensen thirst trap. You know me too well oof.

Please feel better soon and take good care of yourself bb 💙

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

wip wednesday

the writer juices be flowing today so how about a little bit of hytesdoll on this fine day?

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Nicky had all of her folders in her arms as she waited for the elevator to open. Just another day of meetings that would make her want to stab her eyes out. She sighed as the door dinged open and walked in. She only moved down for a moment before the door opened again. She lifted her head and felt her heart drop. 

Fuck.

Brooke Lynn Hytes walked into the elevator in all her glory, typing away at some email or meeting note Nicky assumed. She settled across from Nicky, not noticing her as the door closed, the elevator moving down.

Of course she was stuck in an elevator with the only woman who hated her guts with a passion and the person she hooked up with before leaving for nearly four months without a single word. 

To be fair, it wasn’t necessarily her fault she left without any notice, is what she told herself as she tried desperately to quell the pit of anxiety in her stomach. It was planned ahead of time that she had to return to France for business reasons, it just so happened it was right after whatever that was at the holiday party. God that stupid party, why did she even go? She knew it was a bad idea that only made everything worse with that. She shook her head and scolded herself. Sex. That’s what it was, not some taboo sin or crime, it was just sex. Sex that was with a woman she thought she hated everything about and sex that was quite possibly the best she’s ever had in the history of her life.

She finished whatever she was looking at on her phone, looking forward and not glancing to the side so Nicky spared a look. She looked good, of course she did, she was Brooke Lynn Hytes. When does she not look good? Her hair looked like blonde silk as it draped over one shoulder, exposing the pale skin of her neck. She knew how to dress but it always made Nicky feel as though she wasn’t qualified to run a fashion company. Her dress framed her body perfectly, bringing in her waist and flaring out at her hips, showing just the right amount of leg and bust to be deemed professional and flattering. The taller woman looked over for a moment, perhaps in the hopes for some quick conversation but any notion she had before had faded the second her eyes landed on Nicky.

Double fuck.

She tried to bring her gaze forward but they locked eyes. Her stomach twisted into some sick knot and goosebumps raised on the back of her neck. Brooke kept a neutral stare, not showing any emotion besides the slight twitch of her lips, speaking volumes that made Nicky want to sink into the floor in shame. She thanked whoever that it was Brooke who broke the stare, facing forward with an inhale and deep exhale that seemed pointed towards her. Silence settled and Nicky tried to focus on the number of tiles on the floor or her breathing, anything that wasn’t the one person that didn’t want anything to do with her.

“Welcome back, Miss Doll.” She kept her eyes trained forward, not looking to her side at all. Nicky blinked out of her trance and looked over at her.

“Thank you. It’s been a while.” She nodded, swallowing the worry that threatened to choke her. “But I’m glad to be back.” The other woman didn’t react at all besides a quiet hum in acknowledgement at her response. She looked at her for a moment longer before looking away, loosening the grip she had on the file in her arms as the silence came again and lessened the tightening of the knot in her stomach.

They seemed to stop moving and both looked, seeing that it wasn’t either of the floors they had picked. The doors didn’t open and both waited a moment before Brooke leaned forward, hitting a button but nothing happened. “Strange.” She muttered, opening her phone. This couldn’t be happening, there’s now way it could be, Nicky thought as she started to tap her foot against the tile. Surely she wouldn’t end up stuck here. There was a long sigh and quiet curses that made her stomach sink. 

“Elevators stuck.” Brooke said simply, “maintenance is looking into it. Kameron said it could take an hour or two.”

Mother fucker.

[editorialsonlife]

Home from Melbourne, antidepressants have settled, and it's time to get on with life again and start creating some positive momentum for myself.

Got all my steps in today, did a workout, totally assed over in the office today (thanks double ear infections fucking my balance entirely), didn't drink any coke and ate pretty well all things considered. I also made myself a cute motivational lock screen given how often I look at my phone too so that's a bit of fun.

Tomorrow will be supermarket shopping and getting some good snacks to eat and then its just to continue on with this momentum

The good thing about being away is that we're always so active on holiday - even with both of us being sicked we still clocked over 20,000 steps a day every day, so my body can do it - I just like to tell myself it can't.

Nothing changes if nothing changes right??