#happy disco kid week

[greattigerssimp]

Disco Kid headcannons for Disco week!

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- Grew up on disco... LITERALLY. The first song he ever heard wasn't some nursery rhyme or whatever... it "Let's Groove."

- His first date preference would be skating at a roller rank with his ideal lover (Aran Ryan)

- Although his favorite kind of music is disco, he likes music of all genres and time periods! As long as it's catchy

- Has a huuuuge tiktok following. He even created a few dance trends of his own; he's naturally a cool, fun-loving, unproblematic guy to be around. The most problematic thing about his is that he's friends with Ar*n Ryan

- Is friends with Mac, but sometimes Mac gets annoyed that Disco Kid never tries to be better... but that's kinda the point? He boxes for fun, not for fame.

- Loves to host parties with the other boxers at his house. His folks don't mind, and his home is big and ritzy enough to hold all of them

- Most of the trophies he owns are from the variety of sports and physical competitions he's entered into as a teen and young adult. He's got a whole cabinet full of them at his home

- Has the nicest car ever, but also the loudest car ever. The city be damned if he ever attempts to go carpooling with Ar*n Ryan at night. Also he's not a great driver

- Don Flamenco has a small rivalry with Disco Kid. He's jealous that he can dance so well, and that he's so naturally likable. Disco Kid is oblivious to this rivalry tho

- Made a cameo in one of Great Tigers' last rap albums and even provided the background vocals to said album.

- Most social of all the boxers by far. If you're a new guy, Disco Kid will most likely be the first guy to talk to you

- Him and Heike Kagero are great friends, mainly because Heike is his boxercise instructor. They're both the most agile and lively boxers to ever be at the WVBA

[endearng]

[bonus blurb] hotch!reader helps spencer sober up. warnings: alcohol consumption.

not proofread, darlings. enjoy <3

The team was out, in a bar, after a successful case — you had gone straight home, desperate to wash off the remnants of the last city and precinct you've been to. Derek, though, thought it was going to be funny to get the rookie, Spencer Reid, drunk. 23 year-old Spencer Reid, who had never drank more than three shots because his head got too heavy for his liking. You were home, watching TV and happy to be in your place, having rejected Morgan's invitation, not really in the mood for drinking or the noisy place. Two messages made your phone buzz.

[9:12 p.m.] Hiello! Why aren't you here? Everybody's here. - SR

[9:12 p.m.] Derek and I are playing a game.

Oh, hell, no. Playing a game with Derek? And no signature?

Oh, hell, no.

Grabbing your keys and your wallet, you left your apartment. You looked nothing like usual, wearing jeans, a plain t-shirt and a pair of Converse. Pairing that with a jeans jacket, you looked like a teenager. You drove your way to the bar and if the security hadn't seen you parking (which you hated, but tried to do it perfectly), he would've probably asked you for an ID. Upon entering the place, you spotted Penelope, ogling Derek shamelessly.

"Oi, Penelope." You greeted her, who angled her neck so you got out of her way, not willing to let you interrupt her ogling. "Where is Spencer?"

"Hi. What, did you join Panic! At the Disco or something?" She teased, looking at your outfit. "I must say, your dad won't like the switch of careers."

You smirked in response. She shaked her head, laughing and leaning back on her seat. "Come on, where is him?"

"That one over there?"

Spencer was surrounded by people, chatting excitedly with strangers. You found it... odd. To say the least. It took him three weeks to be able to look you in the eye properly and not stutter when you were around — composed as ever, he kept digging himself a deeper hole when he embarrassed himself further and further when you were around. You brushed it off, thinking it had to do with pressure he was under, all the genius, overachiever thing going on for him. You truly didn't mind. You wanted to be his friend, because he was the only one around your age in the BAU. It was like being a kid, all over again, and your father took you to dinners over at friends. You searched for any kids in the room. You often weren't lucky.

Approaching Spencer, having the actual need to excuse yourself past people, you finally spotted him, a bottle of beer in his hands. Huh, unusual. He was entertaining people, reciting quotes perfectly from whatever show or book he could think about and was requested to. You rolled his eyes, he didn't even noticed your presence with how much passion he was speaking. You grasped his hand abruptly, but the softness that he felt was what made him stop dead on his speech. Suddenly, his tongue felt like twisting inside his mouth. Upon searching the owner of the hand, he spotted you. He couldn't stop his excitement and the big grin spreading on his face when he recognized you. "You came! You're... you're here!"

"I am."

"I can't—hic—believe it!"

You didn't spare a glance at those around him, dragging him across the bar to sit him down. Maybe you had been rude. You'd think about that later.

"Are you okay, Spence?" You ask.

"F—fiiiiiine!" He answers, giddily. You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Why did you drink so much?"

"Five. Shots, I mean. Approximately 44 milliliters each."

"That is not what I asked." You said, taking the beer bottle from his hand. "Why did you drink so much, hm?"

"I... I dunno," now, out of public speaker mode, Spencer was slurring his words slightly, "Morgan said that I—hic—I needed to unwind and, and... he kept, just... cheeeering..."

You rolled your eyes at that. You were so gonna kill Morgan. First, you hated drunk people and how all over the place they were and how they needed to be cared for. Not Spencer, though. No, never Spencer. Sighing, you mutter, "Stay here, okay?"

"Okay."

It's not like he could walk, anyway. His legs felt heavy and wobbly. As the alcohol ran through his veins, he felt hot, sweaty, desperate to remove his clothes, that were starting to bother him. His brain was also turned into mush, he was so relaxed, but he wanted to talk. To you, that is. And he couldn't because his tongue was tied and he preferred to blame it on the alcohol and not in the way you were so casually dressed, so out of your persona, so close to him.

Close. Closer. The closest you've ever been.

Close, but never enough.

You reached him again holding a bottle of water in your hand. You twisted the cap open and poured the liquid into a small disposable cup the bartender had given you. "Drink it."

"Thank—Thanks." He muttered quietly, holding the cup and drinking it. His actions felt so numb, and he was scared to embarrass himself in front of you. Suddenly, he felt so small. As he downed the water, he couldn't help but ask, "Am... I am making a fool of myself, aren't I?"

You sighed. Spencer could swear that he could feel your eyes soften at him. No. It was the alcohol. Sure, it was the alcohol. "No, Spence... Don't worry. Just drink the water, please."

He drank it again as you poured him some more. "That is not how you unwind, okay?" You muttered.

"I... I'm realizing that now." He chuckled, embarrassed. Spencer felt better after drinking water. "How do I, uh, how do I look now?" He asked, trying to zero his eyes on you.

You snorted. "Drunk."

"Oh, God... you... you're going to remember this, aren't you? How drunk and—and, and how pathetic I am!" He asks, covering his face with his hand, the other still holding the disposable cup, trying to hide his reddened face. The last thing he wanted was you, the epitome of sobriety, to think any less of him.

"Don't worry. It's not my style." You revealed.

The corners of his mouth curled a bit at your words as he removed his hands from his face. "You're not?"

"I know these idiots will," you murmured, referring to the team, but looking at Derek, especifically. Turning to look at him, you tried your best to feature reassurance into your expression. "They have been in that state, too, at some point. Keep that in mind when they tease you about it."

"Yeah—hic—... I'm just..." he trailed off, closing his eyes softly. "Glad you're here with me."

You tensed, but hid it under a layer of sarcasm, "Yeah. You better be, since I'm not shoving alcohol down your throat."

He snickered, and the sound made your heart flutter and all the annoyance (at Derek, of course) leave your body. Spencer felt like the barrier between daring honesty and acceptable words was as thin as hair width. "You... you're here. Taking care of me."

"Yeah, yeah." You said, looking away, trying not to give his words importance. He was drunk, after all.

Spencer took some time to study your features. The soft skin, the color of your eyes and the color of your lips, the tip of your nose. He fought the urge to plant a kiss on your cheek... It just looked so... inviting. The way your face look under the bar dim lights. He fought, struggled, warred against the urge to touch your skin, in any way he could. With his hand, through a graze of his arm against yours, with his lips...

Inside your head, you warred against the questions swimming in your head. About him. All about him. You decided to be subtle, instead. "Do you have anyone I could call, Reid? A roommate? A girlfriend?"

Spencer spluttered, face beet red. "N-no... No... No roommate or... or girlfriend," he said. You were selfish enough to feel relieved. "I live—hic—on my own."

"Do you need me to drive you home, then? I won't let you drink anything other than water."

His cheeks flushed even more at the appealing thought of you driving him home and he giddily nods, not trusting his mouth to speak properly without pulling you in to cover your face in kisses. The thought of him, in your car, engulfed by your smell, as well as the thought of you, in his apartment, surrounded by his stuff, was so... fitting. So, so right.

Spencer stumbled a bit to rise to his feet, tentatively leaning on you for support. It wasn't necessary, but he thought it was a nice, indulgent excuse enough to be close to you. So close he could smell your shampoo and perfume. So close he could count your eyelashes if his vision wasn't so blurry. He leaned on you, heavily, and it surprised you that he was so light despite his tall frame.

The air outside was cold. As you walked to your car, you helped Spencer get on the passenger seat. Texting Garcia quickly that you would be driving him home so they wouldn't worry (not that you think they'd notice), you sat on the driver's seat, buckling your belt. Spencer was quiet all the way there, and you made sure to drive slowly to avoid him feeling nauseous. "You still live over there, right?" You asked, pointing foward with your finger, hands not leaving the steering wheel.

Spencer, focusing on not losing his mind with being so close to and alone with you nor throwing up in your car, nodded, now aware of his surroundings. "Yeah, yeah. But... how do you—how do you know it?"

"You mentioned it once."

His heart skipped a bit and he had to turn his head to the window to hide the smile creeping up on his face. You remembered something he had said. About himself. Nothing could ever beat that. He fidgeted slightly in his seat, his long fingers tapping against his knee as he looked out the window as he contemplated getting drunk more often to be on the receiving end of your care. Stop it. Please. He tried to push these plaguing thoughts away, reminding himself that he was still a bit drunk, so, definitely not in the best state of mind. But the way you had felt against him... The heat of your body, your scent...

He would think about that forever.

"We're here." You announced as the car came to a halt.

Spencer fumbled to remove his seatbelt, his trembling hands struggling to have a good grasp on the device. You watched it curiously and you fight the urge to smile or tease him about it. No, you would keep that image to yourself, as selfish as it sounds. Finally, he got it, and awkwardly looked at you, as if he didn't want to leave just yet. "Well, then, this is... this is it." He announced.

"Come on, I'll help you up. Don't want you to fall down the stairs and die."

Before he could react to your deadpan, you dashed out the car to open his door and help him out. He leaned on you, a lot less than he did at the bar, seemingly too aware of your figure against his. As he made his way up the stairs (the elevator was out of service, again, and those stairs were a total nightmare), he tripped over his feet a couple of times. Blushing, he mumbled out an apology. "I'm... not... not usually this uncoordinated."

"I know, Spence. Don't worry."

The young doctor felt a tinge of relief upon your words. You were so, so careful with him, and you weren't judging him for acting like an idiot who could hold in his alcohol. He relished in the feeling of having you close to him, of having your undivided attention, solely on him. He was so, so happy and he mumbled a quiet "Thanks."

"Give me your keys," you asked as you reached his door. Your tone wasn't half as demanding as the words were.

The door swung open once you turned the knob, revealing a small, cozy apartment. Spencer's belongings could be seen everywhere, from books and papers to personal trinkets, and it was so... Spencer. Green walls, leather couch and dark furniture. It suited him. But the darkness was enough told you it wasn't just the absence of light that came with the nighttime. Barely kicking off his shoes, the young doctor flopped down on his couch, facedown. "Nuh-uh. You're going to take a shower. Trust me, you'll feel a lot better in the morning if you do."

"A-a shower?" He asked, sheepishly. The idea made him feel vulnerable.

"Yes, a shower. Or else you'll wake up all clammy and gross. You'll feel awful." You almost threatened. His face scrunched up in disgust as he looked up at you. You fought the urge to squish his cheeks and give him a kiss. No.

As Spencer made his way to the bathroom and you heard the water running, you took it upon yourself to find him something to wear. When you found his bedroom, you entered it. It was neatly organized and you almost giggled at how like him the space was. A bed with freshly washed sheets, a few books scattered on a study desk and a computer among them, a wooden bedside table with a framed picture of a younger version of him and an older blonde woman. You smiled softly. As you made your way to his wardrobe, you opened a drawer and found plain, simple clothes, which you couldn't help but find strange — it was so different from what you were used to see him styling. You looked down at yourself. You wanted him to be different tonight, too. You traced the edges of the flawlessly folded clothes, picking out a pair of sweatpants and a plain t-shirt for him to wear. You left the bedroom, going to the kitchen and filling out a glass of water.

You heard him padding to his bedroom quietly, figuring that he would keep pills in the bathroom. Going over there, you could smell the faint fragrance of his body wash, which brought a giddy smile to your face. You shook your head, searching for painkillers. Upon going to his bedroom to give them the medicine you found him fast asleep, so you placed the water and the pills on his bedside table. Your hands itched, and you couldn't fight it anymore, so you let yourself tuck away a strand of hair that was falling on his forehead. Smiling softly, you left a small note with his hangover kit.

Locked your door for you. - Hotchner

Spencer froze on the spot as he felt your fingers grazing his skin in the slightest. He heard your footsteps and when his front door locked, he sat on his bed at breakneck speed. Holding the slip of paper with the utmost care in the world, he giggled like a schoolboy with a crush. He laid back down, a soft grin on his lips as he held the note close to his face, sighing drunkenly, happily.

—

The next day, Spencer woke up feeling hot and clammy. It turns out that the clothes you had picked out for him were much too warm for him to spend the night after drinking that much — but he couldn't blame you for it. In fact, he was touched by your thoughtfulness and care. After drinking the pills (his head was thrumming, after all), he went to the bathroom to wash his face to go on about his day. As he checked his reflection, he found his name stained, faintly, into his cheek.

It felt fitting. It felt right.

divider by @cafekitsune <3

Spencer was yours, after all. Always has been.

original one-shot

[sasheneskywalker]

dick grayson meta list

New York was Dick's city by heroesriseandfall

Dick Grayson's Attitude to Relationships: A Photo-History by luanna255

fannon temper temper by knight-on-the-rise

Nightwing's weird fem-coding by arguablysomaya

Bruce firing Dick vs. Dick firing Tim by nightwingmyboi

one of the reasons why dick gets kicked out after getting shot by the joker by danny-chase

dick sacrificing himself for bruce by hood-ex, jackhawksmoor

snaps showing dick's various skills by hood-ex

Do Dick and Jason get along in comics? by hood-ex

dick inviting people to talk about their problems with him by cautiousamber, fyeahdickgrayson

dick, tim and friendly violence by waynedrake, silverwhittlingknife, fantastic-nonsense

who made damian robin? by fantastic-nonsense

Dick is Canonically Bruce's Favorite Child by fantastic-nonsense

Dick second only to Batman in regards to his detective skills by fantastic-nonsense

Dick is Bruce's favorite Robin by theflyingwonder

was there ever a reason given as to why Dick's weapon-of-choice became escrima sticks? by theflyingwonder

Dick Grayson: Martial Arts by theflyingwonder

Dick's struggle with anger (with bonus Tim and Jason) by silverwhittlingknife

Has Tim ever put Dick on a pedestal? by silverwhittlingknife

When people say that Dick “has a temper” what do they mean? by silverwhittlingknife

In issue #110 of Nightwing (1996), why does Dick look angry when Tim tells him that Bruce considered adoption? by silverwhittlingknife

Why does Dick try to resurrect Bruce in the Lazarus Pit when before he tried to talk Tim out of it? by silverwhittlingknife

Dick + 5 Sophie's choices ("What's it gonna be, kid?") by silverwhittlingknife

Dick and Tim during Murderer/Fugitive, and their argument over whether Bruce killed Vesper by silverwhittlingknife

Robin Dick Grayson Characterization by celaenaeiln

One of Dick's greatest strengths is his ability to manipulate every single person in existence by celaenaeiln

Dick Grayson's talent for manipulation literally brings the world to its knees. by celaenaeiln

Dick Grayson is genuinely one of the greatest fighters in all of DC by celaenaeiln

what robin was created for by celaenaeiln, idk-udontknoweither

Dick is Bruce's favorite by a LONG shot and the batkids all know this by celaenaeiln

Up to date with the trends, if you don’t mind! by northoftheroad

The origin of Nightwing’s eskrima sticks by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson’s Nightwing suits by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson’s Nightwing suits, Part Two by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson’s Robin suits by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson's Robin suits, Part Two by northoftheroad

Dick in school throughout the ages by northoftheroad

how many people or which people had/have a crush on Dick? by northoftheroad

fanon hug-happy Dick is an exaggeration. by northoftheroad

Let’s try a new job this week…. by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson – 80 years of hairstyles by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson knows how to take care of himself by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson knows how to cook by northoftheroad

The origins of Nightwing by northoftheroad

Variations of Dick Grayson’s and Robin’s origin by northoftheroad

Dick Grayson – the Bat family punching bag by northoftheroad

Nightwing, son of Batman, part 1 by northoftheroad

Nightwing, son of Batman, part 2 by northoftheroad

Nightwing, son of Batman, part 3 by northoftheroad

Hits and Hugs by northoftheroad

Dick never attempted to kill Tony Zucco by farshootergotme

Part 2 of 'Dick never attempted to kill Tony Zucco' by farshootergotme

dick, tim and their reactions to bad situations by zahri-melitor

Dick isn't Damian's Parent by zahri-melitor

dick catching tim by zahri-melitor

The Candlelight Oath by zahri-melitor

the framing of Dick and Damian's relationship as "Damian was Dick's Robin" by zahri-melitor

owlman/batman parallels when it comes to dick by disco-troy

dick is a nice civilian by frownyalfred, disco-troy

dick, tim and their relationship with bruce by bitimdrake

dick and tim are similar by bitimdrake

Dick Grayson Comics Timeline by bitimdrake

Dick and Jason were never close in canon by comic-commentary

Dick is a nerdy li’l Shakespeare buff by luanna255

several fun facts about Dick that you can use for comedic effects/running jokes by allovesthings

[I will be updating the list every time I find a new meta post.]

[avonne-writes]

Happy Birthday Week! Requesting [ NAP ] while receiver is resting, sender joins them in bed & cuddles up close😊😊

Thank you, dear! ❤️ I'm going to take this in a potentially unexpected direction by putting it in the universe of Reverie a bit over 40 years after the fic, so the guys are in their seventies. This is a bit sad, but still sweet.

Edit: uploaded it on AO3 too

Bucky hums along to the music coming from the radio as he shuts off the stove and sets the table for dinner. These new kids ain’t that bad, he thinks as he tries to recall what their band's name is. They have just said it on the broadcast but he already forgot. Well, doesn’t matter, he loves the upbeat, catchy melodies, the same way he loved the disco tunes of the 70s. Gale hates it, naturally, like he hates everything that isn’t at least 30 years old.

Grouchy old man, Bucky smirks to himself as he gets the little metal cases containing their daily medicine. They have matching pin-up girl designs, "retro" art, if he got that right when he bought the damn things for Christmas last year. Gale called him sentimental for it, but then he was the one sniffling back his emotions as Bucky playfully counted which one of them had more pills to take per day. He never got to call a winner - Gale reached out with his pale fingers, a bit shaky since his last hospital stay, and pulled Bucky's hand away. Weather forecast's in five minutes, he said as he tugged Bucky towards the television. Oh, the weather forecast, Bucky chuckled back then, and he chuckles at the memory now. Any cumulonimbuses tonight? In response, Gale gave him a look that conveyed all fifty-something years of exasperated love he held for Bucky and pressed him down into his favourite armchair.

Bucky isn't sure if Gale could press him down anywhere now. But it's okay, he's gonna gain his strength back, Bucky knows. It’s only been two weeks since they gave him the A-okay and let Bucky take him home from the hospital again. Gotta give it some time. It’s not like they have any reason to rush things now, do they? They have all the time in the world.

"Dinner's ready, doll!" He calls out and pokes at the pills on Gale's plate until they form a smiley face. Silence fills their home with a peaceful lull. The sky blushes outside as the sun sets with broad, warm rays that stream in through the kitchen window. "Gale!"

No answer. There’s a tinge of worry in Bucky's chest but he swallows it down and walks through the living room to the back, where he sees that their bedroom door is slightly ajar. When he pokes his head inside, he finds Gale fast asleep on top of the covers, curled up on his side as always. Bucky's knitted cardigan lies draped over his too-thin frame.

The worry in Bucky's heart dissolves into something tender and familiar. As quietly as he can, he shuffles over to his side of the mattress and forces his creaking knees to lower his body on it gently. Gale doesn’t stir. There’s a faint smile on his face as he naps, his hands tucked under his head. He’s so beautiful that Bucky feels like he could stare at him forever. At the wrinkles of his laugh lines, the soft fall of his silver hair, much fuller than Bucky's own, at the scar on his cheek. Memories etched into his skin, each and every one of them matching one of Bucky's own.

Bucky shifts to lie down beside him, grunting as he settles on his side, then strokes Gale's cheek with the back of his hand. Gale doesn’t wake up, but he nuzzles his pillow and mumbles something. Bucky wonders what he dreams of. Is it more memory than fantasy? They rarely venture anywhere new anymore, but still, one can always wonder. And Gale might be tired here, in this exhausting, complicated world, where he has to carry the weight of a life in his limbs, but in his mind, oh, Bucky knows how young he is in there.

Slowly, he curls towards Gale's body and presses a kiss to his cheek, then a few more to the underside of his jaw until Gale starts snickering in his sleep, then wakes up. He blinks up at Bucky with his sky blue eyes, then closes them again and reaches out with both arms. As easy as breathing, he rolls Bucky into his embrace, and they settle down with Bucky's face pressed to Gale's neck and their legs tangled.

"Where did you go?" Bucky murmurs, stroking Gale's side.

"I don't know." Gale's deep voice rumbles against his forehead.

Bucky knows that I don't know means the fragments of their first dreamscape. The cabin, the river, the woods. Laundry drying in the sunshine. Memories upon memories layered over each other, and never coherent again in Gale's mind. But lately, it seems, Gale likes the blur. He keeps drifting back there nowadays. Not to search for something or to build on the rubble, but to remember. To relive.

Gale's fingers comb through Bucky's hair. "I dreamt that we had a puppy." He says, tone light with amusement. "It licked my face."

Bucky chuckles into the warm space between them. He drags the tickling strands of his moustache over Gale's skin. "Huh. Strange."

In his embrace, he can feel Gale going boneless again. Drifting off to his dreamscape. He naps a lot nowadays. But it's okay. They have nowhere else to be. Dinner can wait.

"Can I come see?" Bucky whispers.

"Always." Gale mumbles, and a few minutes later, when he pulls Bucky into his dreams, he’s blond and full of life again, running through the haze of a warm memory, and Bucky chases him as if nothing hurt and they were both okay.

[deedala]

✨🎂 weekly tag wednesday 🎂✨

Today we're talking about birthdays! BECAUSE ITS @energievie's birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVIE!!! <<33333 and thanks for writing this weeks game and for tagging me 💖💖💖

When is yours? November 17th

Where were you born? the mythical land of ohio

How do you feel about your legal name? Are you using it online and/or IRL? the one i was born with got spirited away by a c list actress lmao but my married name is cool and i am happy with it!

How about your sign? Do you feel it "fits"? i really really do. but in the actual way that scorpios are, not the super reductive meme-ified "scorpios are angry and mean" way.

What's your earliest memory related to your birthday? oh this is tough... i can't be sure but it might be that when i was really little (maybe 6 or 7?) i had a birthday party in the party room at mcdonalds and i remember little flashes of that here and there but the main thing i remember is one friend giving me a framed poster of a very lovely watercolor painting of a unicorn mama and baby and my parents put that on my wall and it stayed there for my entire life. now i have it on the wall in my daughters room (she also loves it!)

What's one of the best gifts you've ever received? oh shit, i guess maybe that unicorn poster lmao

How about one of the best you've given yourself? oh my god im actually terrible at gift giving. its one of the things i hate the most about myself. like any other circumstance i know what my friends and family like and will get them things when i see them. but when its time to come up with a gift i just completely blank 😫 so yeah i dunno, no thoughts head empty lmao (omg i misunderstood this question and put myself on blast for no reason 🤣)

What's your favourite cake flavour? yellow cake! yummmm

How about your favourite flowers? i love poppies and i love dandelions and i love ranunculus roses!

Have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favourite one. oh yes plenty! my house sucks though so im gonna tell you about how for my son's 10th birthday (double digits is a special occasion right?) we rented out a gymnasium that had a bunch of fun equipment and gymnastics coaches who helped the kids play on it. the kids all had so much fun it was delightful.

What's the ultimate birthday song? uuhhhmmm the one from futurama?

And last but not least, pick a celebrity with whom you share your birthday. okay theres a few good ones but my fav is DANNY DEVITO!!!! (we're both short and italian and that is so valid of us)

and now to tag some little birthday nuggets!! play if you wanna or just consider this a little birthday candle for you to blow out and make a wish on 🔥💖

OKAY ALSO UNICORN POSTER UNDER THE CUT TOO 😆

@michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @suzy-queued @gallapiech @lingy910y @catgrassplantdad @spookygingerr @mmmichyyy @thepupperino @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @celestialmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @jrooc @blue-disco-lights @crossmydna @wehangout @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @palepinkgoat @the-rat-wins @sam-loves-seb @friend-bear @creepkinginc @softmick @callivich @loftec @burninface @rereadanon @vintagelacerosette @sickness-health-all-that-shit @whatwouldmickeydo @spoonfulstar @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @iansw0rld @y0itsbri @transmickey @themarchg1rl @salesmain @marianchurchland

[flamingoprincess25]

Hello! Are your headcannon requests still open? Okay, so I was thinking about that Disney princess post you made and I was wondering if you could maybe write headcannons about the boxers going to Disney World for a week. :3

Thnx in advance 💖✨️

OHOHOOHO I LOVE THIS ONE

(Let's see if I remember anything from my Disney trip in 2019 AUGHHH)

LITTLE MAC

The first thing he and Doc bought were obviously Mickey ears (Doc got ones that look like chocolate)

Doc gave Little Mac money to spend but it all got spent in one gift shop.

He did go to every park. (His favorite is Magic Kingdom)

Got to meet all the characters and get their autographs

GLASS JOE

Got a bit of social anxiety by the sheer amount of people in the parks

Was too broke and couldn't afford much

Absolutely LOVES the sweets they got

Threw up after riding Space mountain with the big boys.

Got a snowglobe (he loves collecting snowglobes)

VON KAISER

Actually brought his students with them. They basically fucked around with Aran Ryan.

Surprisingly, his favorite park is Epcot. (Almost thought it was the world's biggest golf ball 😭)

Makes sure everyone sticks in a group (it didn't last not even for 10 seconds)

Loves the Snow White coaster and would ride it over and over if the lines weren't so long.

DISCO KID

Blasted a whole Disney playlist the whole way there

Nearly passed away on some rides (*cough* tower of terror *cough*) and definitely passed out on a majority of the rides.

Attracted a crowd in Hollywood Studios from break dancing

Was SO HAPPY to meet Stitch (He was one of his favorites)

Would NOT stop singing the songs on repeat (Sandman wanted to BEAT his ass)

Got so many souvenirs he had to get another bag.

KING HIPPO

Has absolutely no idea where he's going or what this place is.

Fell in love with Animal Kingdom (some places in the park reminded him of home)

He actually got to see Kevin and he was so happy the whole trip. (He even got a Kevin plushie for himself)

Hogged everyones dole whip on the hottest day of the trip

Had a fucking BLAST at the water parks (don't know the names bc I never went there 😭)

PISTON HONDO

Didn't really mind the trip (He's been to Disney World Japan god knows how many times)

Attempted to take some of the food back home, only for it all to get eaten by Hippo

Was "Harassed" by storm troopers in Hollywood Studios

Kept comparing everything in Disney World to the one in Japan like bitch stfu and enjoy the trip.

Was mostly chill and did join some shenanigans.

BEAR HUGGER

Loves both Animal and Magic Kingdom

Fucking cried when he met Mickey (bro sobbed for hours)

Actually snuck his squirrel into the parks

Got Mickey ears for both him and his animal friends (Some were too big bless)

Oversleeps back at the hotel and sometimes misses the trams to the parks

Got a shit ton of stuffed animals

GREAT TIGER

Didn't need the trams to get to the park dude just fucking teleports there

He let's his clones fuck around but NOT with Aran Ryan or Von Kaisers students

Like Hondo, he was chill

Got to meet princess Jasmine and got her autograph.

Got a few collectibles (mostly jewelry)

Recorded a rap song about his trip a week later

DON FLAMENCO

OBVIOUSLY brought Carmen with him

He and Carmen wore matching Mickey ears

When he rode tower of terror, he let out the most girly horror scream in existence and was constantly bullied for it

Loved all the sweets they had but almost overindulged with an upset stomach.

He took Carmen to see all the Disney princesses

Became a princess at one point bc of Carmen (girly pop got him a dress, tiara, everything)

ARAN RYAN

Dude was a fucking menace

Took Von Kaisers students wherever they wanted to go (don't trust him babysitting he's gonna let me do fuck around and find out)

Almost got arrested....twice

Had beef with Merida and would shortly befriend the actress behind Merida. (He thought she was cool)

Shoplifted a bunch of shit and somehow got away with it

SODA POPINSKI

Fucking chugged down every drink the park had to offer

His favorite ride is Expedition Everest

Was unfortunately too tall for most of the rides

He didn't do much besides buy some souvenirs and meet characters (Cried when he met Olaf lmao)

BALD BULL

It was a nice trip for him but not with all the people pissing him off

Chilled in the pools at the hotels most of the time.

Was the spy in that one interactive Star Wars ride and made the most flabbergasted face known to man

Enjoyed the food there but almost caused a food fight.

SUPER MACHO MAN

Posed with the characters while getting his picture

Wanted to be in the shows they play but couldn't

Was another victim to the storm troopers but played along horrifyingly good (get bro an Oscar)

"I'm on a diettt" is later caught eating sweet shit

Absolutely LOVES Hollywood studios

The rest of the gang are the whole fucking reason why he's in debt

MR. SANDMAN

Didn't want to come but was forced to

Actually SMILED?! when he met Mickey and Minnie (he was picked on unfortunately)

Loves the star wars areas

Didn't buy much. All he got was a t shirt and a keychain

This is all I got for now (I tried, might edit it soon 😭) but let me know what y'all think!

Bonus HC: They did the most DIABOLICAL photo shoots on Splash Mountain (this takes place in 2009 SHHHH) for example:

(Anyways that's all!)

[hermesserpent-stuff]

spoilers. i wrote ahead because my brain is going isgnkaonfdaoksdnfaoskdfnaoskdfnasodknfasondf

so theres that.

this is for the road trip au

Gambit startles as he hears a sharp out of place whistle. It's a jaunty four note tune that has him spinning on the ball of his foot. The two ferals still and look around too, looking confused as Gambit whistles the follow up notes to the code.

Then Henri leaps down from the roof staring both ferals. Gambit immediately throws his arms around Henri, careful of the cast.

“Mon fere!!! How!!! You snuck out of groundin’ didtn you!!???!”

Gambit accuses while hugging his big brother tight. Henri laughs and holds him close, petting his hair.

“Oui. Had to come and check on my petit brother. Heard you calling Papa the other night and took the first plane out to where I knew you'd be next. Figured you need some family time, non?”

Remy snorts and hides his face in Henri's collarbone.

“Papa gonna tan your hide for vanishin’ on him with a broken arm. Scarin’ him to death and all that.”

Remy chirps and Henri laughs.

“I left him a note. Don't much care what he thinks, you know that. And it comin’ off next week anyhow.”

“Oui, oui. Heard enough of the fighting to know that.”

Henri hugs him a little tighter and whispers.

“Desole. We both love you very much and if you asked Papa would be here right now. I just don't have impulse control when it comes to baby brothers.”

Remy laughs and then leans back, knowing that it is long past time to acknowledge the ferals, whose confusion he can feel coming off in waves.

“This is Quicksilver Henri, Mon brother. He's been my information broker for these missions.”

“Bonjour!”

Henri says, arm still wrapped around Remy's shoulders.

The two ferals introduce themselves and Henri politely nods.

“Good to have names and faces to go with my brother's stories. Say, either of you like music? I'm taking Remy skating so he stop being so tense and-”

“I'm not tense!”

Remy interrupts turning on his brother. Henri puts a hand over his mouth.

“To save more horribly tense baby, petit, tiny, infant, brother from his tense woes.”

Remy licks the hand and Henri ignores him, spouting on.

“Wanna tag along? We gonna go to the safe house after. I could take y'all there first and then take Gambo so you don't have to come.

Remy notices both ferals grow apprehensive at this. 

“We're coming.”

Remy pulls down Henri's hand.

“It's going to be loud. Henri likes skating at places where your chest gets vibrated by the music.”

Remy knows sound can cause them pain. Logan looks resolute while Creed just looks pissed.

“We're coming.”

Logan states and Henri grins.

“Alright! Let's go!”

He spins Remy around and they start walking. Remy drags Henri's emotions into his shields and backs a little in their warm familiarity. His brother is genuinely happy to see him and Remy is ecstatic to see his brother again. 

--

Logan watches as Gambit laughs and swings around the rink with his older brother. The kid looks three years younger. And the stress seems like it had never existed. Henri gets Gambit to link arms and whispers something. Gambit laughs and nudges him with an elbow. The kid then whispers back, pointing at the disco ball and making a swirling motion. Henri's face goes serious for a millisecond, a blink-and-you-miss-it sort of deal before he's laughing and nodding. Gambit loses the rest of his rigidity and starts picking up the pace around the rink.

Huh.

What had they been talking abou-

“He looks happy.”

Creed perches beside him, eyes carefully watching Gambit. Logan hums.

“Family tends to do that. They love each other.”

“Do you think either of us could make him that happy?”

Logan blinks at the question and then shakes his head.

“I'm not sure I could. Most of the kids who come to the mansion stay all year aside from holidays. And while he doesn't say it, Gambit misses home. And it looks like he misses it a lot. I'm not sure he could stand to be away from home for so long. I can't move with him.”

But…

Creed could. Maybe. If that thieves guild and Gambit let him stick around. Creed looks to be having similar thoughts and chuffs.

[kiennilove]

Weekly Tag Wednesday: holidays!

thanks to @mybrainismelted and @nymacron for the tags! <3

this week we are going to talk about your holiday traditions! hell yeah let’s go!! >:)

name: mi-AH😮‍💨

where in the world are you?

google the city where a meteor exploded in 2013. i kid you not, i got a chance to watch it through the window

what holiday do you and/or your family celebrate at this time of year?

i’ll go with new year. it’s celebrated basically like christmas in the us for example. back in the days we used to invite either some relatives (or go to them ourselves) but mostly we celebrated it with our family friends. now we don’t really celebrate it in a traditional way, but it’s only my mom and dad

does your family get together to celebrate?

kind of?? i mean, all of us just go out of our rooms to sit in the kitchen for an hour or so :’)

are there any traditional foods for the holiday?

salads. lots of salads. like google olivier salad. if done right, it‘s fucking amazing. and my mom does it right as fuck!!

do you typically decorate for your holiday?

we used to have a fake and small silver christmas tree but one time we brought a real one :’) and also some stuff here and there, like little snowmen or fake mistletoe

tell me about your favourite holiday memory:

i think i was about 6-7, my childhood friends came over which was HUGE for me, but the best part was the present my parents gave me. this (at the time it seemed huge) small fake kitchen for kids, like with over, plastic food, sink, literally anything! back then i was really into not really cooking, but making menus for an imaginary restaurant, so you can imagine how happy i was :’)

what is the significance of the holiday you are celebrating?

i think it’s letting go of things and oh boy do i have some stuff to let go of :’)

if there was one thing you could change about this holiday, what would it be?

pr*sident speech about the same thing over and over and over again

anything else you want to tell me about your holiday?

it was more fun when i was a kid. now it seems a bit depressing :(

aaaand im tagging… 👀

@callivich @spookygingerr @gallapiech @gardenerian @femboymilkovich

@dreamjupiter @atthedugouts @blue-disco-lights @stocious

@pookiebearmick @doshiart @deedala @energievie @thepupperino

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Punch-Out!! Body/Appearance Headcanons (Minor Circuit)

Glass Joe: - VERY skinny, like almost a skeleton. Doesn't eat very often so he's a little underweight for his height but not drastically unhealthy. - Pale skin and dark bags under his eyes from not sleeping very much. He's only recently began sleeping properly. - Has a small mole on the left side of his nose and is a little insecure of it. - Body has a few small scars as well as a couple unhealed bruises here and there from matches. Most notable scar is one on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow. - Doesn't have much body hair. Barely grows facial hair and is generally quite clean-shaven. Von Kaiser: - He was very fit in terms of his physique when he was younger. Still has some brawn on him but slimmed down a little with age. - Body is covered in small freckles and moles. Most obvious ones are the one in the corner of his right eye and one on his left cheek but he has a few others on his neck, chin and shoulders. - Despite his impressive mustache, he lacks a fair bit of hair on the rest of his body, excluding his forearms. His chin gets slightly stubbly after a few weeks but he doesn't let it grow further than that. - Has a small birthmark on his right hip and a scar on the right side of his lower stomach from an operation (appendicitis). - Hair is greying slightly at the roots due to stress. It annoys him but he doesn't bother dyeing it or covering it up. Disco Kid: - Slightly muscular and lean body-type. His arms are noticeably buff but the rest of him is actually quite average. He does have abs but they're not very visible from a distance. - Naturally tan skin, even though some seem to think it's fake, with some areas of his body being slightly darker than others (eg. his arms). - Legs are covered in small scars and cuts from constantly tripping over or bumping into things as a kid. - Beautiful brown eyes and rather long eyelashes that he absolutely loves. His eyes almost look gold under sunlight. - His hair is naturally a dark brown but he dyes it blonde, When he grows it out, his roots are very noticeable so he tries to keep on top of re-dyeing it frequently. King Hippo: - Large, rotund body with stocky arms, a large stomach and slightly stubby feet. Head is slightly cone-shaped and doesn't seem to be able to grow any hair. - Large dark brown stripe across his eyes, a natural indent that all Hippoans have to protect them from the harsh sun. - Stomach is covered in small scratches and bruises along with some light tan-lines littered around his body. - Small eyes that bear a black pupil in the centre, which enlarges when he is seeing something that makes him happy or excited (eg, food). - Slightly stubby front teeth and plump lips. Despite the bluntness of his teeth, they are very effective for biting into tough-skinned fruits like pineapple.

[foster-the-world]

Let's glow!

Last week myself and another mom ran ten glow parties for about two hundred kids. As most things with PTA, it was kind of annoying to organize but turned out to be totally worth it. The kids had so much fun. We got silent disco headphones - so I made sure to dance for at least one song during every party. All ages (1st through 5th) loved the parties. The bigger kids busted out their tiktok dances. It was fun to see the energy. I'm glad to know the older kids weren't too cool to dance. I'll be handing over my PTA exec board duties happily next week. I still plan to be very involved but happy to give up the meetings. I'll probably volunteer to manage teachers appreciation week and end of year parties, again. I have one more monthly newsletter to send out.

My husband went Upstate alone for the weekend. He came back happy and relaxed. I'm glad we made it happened. Baby boy's a lot - which was kind of sad to (re)realize. We normally manage him by splitting up duties. One of us takes him in the mornings and then the other comes in the afternoon or vice versa. So the extra-ness is much more manageable. My in-laws kindly came to get the girls yesterday around noon. They took them swimming at their condo pool. It was a like a light switch flipped with baby boy. The second they were gone he started playing by himself calmly. This was after nonstop unregulated behavior the 36 hours before. For the thirty minutes after they left he entertained himself. Then after his long nap he was calm again. We went to the children's museum. I didn't have to correct him once. I sat on a bench across the room must watching. This is unheard of for him. I normally have to be within six inches of him, with constant corrections, just in case. The museum was pretty empty. I was hanging out with all the (assumingly) divorced dads. Its making me think he's going to need a really small class size for kindergarten. Crowds are really his downfall. There is one DOE program with only 12 kids (8 Gen Ed and 4 special needs) but he'll need an autism diagnosis. Which I still am not convinced he has but think we could probably get. We also won't know if he will get a spot. Limited spots and from what I read the squeaky wheel gets the grease. We can also sue and have the DOE pay for private school. These special needs private schools in NYC essentially become entirely funded by the DOE as everyone, regardless of income, sues. Anyway, working on getting the neurological assessment booked. My husband is calling today to figure out what insurance will cover. Fingers crossed.

I saw graduation photos from the school that would most likely fit his profile. Maybe twenty kids were graduating. It made me kind of sad. It feels like it will benefit him to keep his world small (for now) but I want him to be a part of the big ole world. The girls school is small class sizes but much bigger overall. Anyway, no reason to worry about him graduating from 8th grade/HS. Let's get him through 4k, first.

[ajtal]

Excuse the rant I'm having an emotional day<333

I remember seeing this scene in 2021 as a closeted transmasc and just having it dawn upon me that I couldn't be happy, staying in the closet. I came out to friends and at uni shortly after. Two years later I came out at home. The weeks following were some of the hardest ever, but each day I would watch Paul and Adira. See a father reaching for his kid, loving and accepting and respecting them. He showed me I wasn't wrong. It gave me strength and eventually, my name. Anthony. Like the man behind Paul.

I'll forever keep Disco close to my heart. I don't care if people dislike it, it's so dear to me. It's in my names, on my body as tattoos, in my mind and my heart. It's part of who I am and I'm overjoyed to share it<3

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[20.30]

― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, angst with a happy ending, smut, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, fwb to lovers (Reader is a Pink), unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 4.084

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Hyunjin was a pain in the ass - quite literally. It’s been a long year since you became his Pink and, as cliché as it was; you had a big, fat crush on him. You started hanging out with Stray Kids long before he joined the group, as soon as Hyunjin transferred to your school, the boy for sure didn’t go unnoticed.

Long legs, thin waist, wide shoulders, perfect body, big doe eyes and full plump lips. He was literally perfect. He joined Stray Kids, and the two of you naturally grew closer: you became friends, you hooked up once. Then twice. Then, you basically never stopped.

Needless to say, you found out that Hyunjin was perfect also during sex. The problem was that even if the boy clearly had a clear preference for you - which didn’t go unnoticed by both the other boys and by the other Pink Ladies, he never choose you as his exclusive Pink.

So there you were, sitting on the couch at the local disco quietly sipping your drink, throwing imaginary daggers at the girl which was dancing with Hyunjin as if they were dancing in a small and tight closet instead of a freaking wide dancefloor.

Someone plopped down next to you on the couch, and you sighed, immediately recognizing the whiff of cologne.

«Please,» you glanced at Chris, sitting next to you. «Remind me why I don’t have a crush on you.» he erupted into a wide smile, referring to the fact that his Pink became his official girlfriend a couple of months since they first started hanging out. «Is it because I like idiots?» you wondered again, Chris silently chuckling at your tipsy rambling. «Oh no, I like idiots.» you exclaimed, with the same surprise as you finally found the missing piece of the puzzle you were solving, catching the attention of a couple dancing next to you.

Surprise quite turned into disappointment as you caught Hyunjin glancing towards your direction before kissing that girl.

You went home shortly after that, tossing your pink jacket to the floor and trying to fall asleep without crying over, well, an idiot.

Hyunjin made you feel like you were on a never-ending rolling coaster.

One day you’d see him walking home with a girl – which turned out to be Changbin’s Pink and not you, and then for a week straight you’d be spread out on his mattress begging him to make you come, your chest covered with bite-marks and his plump lips biting your ear as he groaned how perfect you were, how tight you were and of course “You’re all mine.” which confused you each time. At some point, you were wondering if he was mocking you.

Hyunjin loved to be rough. He loved to mark you up – marks that you never saw on the girl hanging out with him in your place, and see your legs shake after he made you come several time in a row.

However, there were also few rare moments where Hyunjin would be incredibly soft: his face would hover above yours as he thrusted inside you with slow, passionate movements, muffling your moans with soft and tender kisses.

Hyunjin was confusing, and the only thing you were absolutely sure about were your feelings for him and the fact that he was on your mind a little more than you actually wanted to.

«Oh, there it was!» you rolled on your side, catching a glimpse of your zippo lighter on Hyunjin’s nightstand. The boy sheepishly groaned next to you, propping his naked body on his elbow, reaching towards your hip with one hand. «I’ve been looking for this for weeks!» you grabbed it, ready to get up from his bed and leave as you always did but this time, he mumbled a quiet and almost inaudible “Stay.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion and glanced towards him, to see if you heard him just right when in response and he gave you a small, shy smile while widening the blanket, tapping the mattress next to him.

You played with the lighter in your hand, pondering on what to do.

You never stayed, not once.

He never asked you to stay, not once.

So, what was wrong with him now to ask you to stay and sleep with him?

With the hint of a nod, you laid back on the mattress, and Hyunjin immediately wrapped his strong arms around you, wordlessly pulling your naked frame against his naked one.

«Also, I’m gonna keep this.» he whispered, snatching the zippo away from your hand and placing it inside a drawer of his nightstand. To say that his actions confused you even more was an understatement. To say that after this, it would have been even more difficult to get a hold of your feelings for him was an understatement.

However, you tried to ignore your brain and let yourself fall asleep in Hyunjin’s arms, his heartbeat and his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep.

That small bubble of happiness exploded quite soon, much to your dismay; few days later, you saw Hyunjin walking away from school with Changbin’s Pink.

«The only man a girl can depend on is her Daddy.» you stated feeling a little bit too tipsy, answering to Seungmin’s incoherent blabbering. You didn’t notice Hyunjin’s amused smirk as he tightened his arm around you, taking your glass away from you and placing it somewhere on the tables next to you.

«Are you saying you can’t depend on me?» Hyunjin playfully asked. «Am I not your Daddy?» he added, whispering against your ear so that the others wouldn’t be hearing his words.

You scoffed, immediately. «Of course I can’t depend on you.» your tone was probably a bit too harsh, and your serious expression in contrast to Hyunjin’s shocked face caused both Jisung and Minho to almost choke on the drinks they were sipping.

Hyunjin wordlessly led you to the dancefloor, his thighs between yours as you slowly grinded to the rhythm of the song they were playing. You smiled to yourself, now familiar with this kind of dancing which was quickly spreading around between young people. They used to call it “dirty dancing”, since it was way more touchy than needed - compared to how people have been dancing since then, and it recalled somehow the intimacy of a sexual intercourse. 

Hyunjin had one arm on the small of your back, and the other was delicately caressing your arms, your face, and your lips. One of your hands were on his chest, while the other was laying on his nape, your eyes quickly drifting from his eyes to your lips as he grinded your bodies together, his thigh brushing against the hem of your dress, lifting it up every now and then. Hyunjin mirrored your actions, and with a swift move he inched down to kiss you, savouring your lips as your body sensually moved together. His hand, which was previously caressing your body in a teasing way, now, was travelling dangerously close to the hem of your skirt, and you blocked his wrist.

«Bathroom?» you mouthed, pointing to its direction. Talking would have been useless, due to the high volume of the music. Hyunjin nodded, interlocking your fingers together and quickly leading you into one of the bathroom stalls, locking the door behind the two of you. His lips found yours immediately, quickly backing you up against the wall of the small stall, one hand pressed against the wall, next to your head and the other lazily wrapped around your neck, the cold metal of the rings he wore on his fingers in contrast with your hot skin made you shiver. You kissed him back with equal fervour, both your hands slipping in the back pockets of his tight jeans, pushing his body further into yours. It happened in a blur, if you had to be honest.

One moment Hyunjin was covering your neck with open-mouthed kisses and the other he was restlessly thrusting into your heat mumbling incoherent praises against your skin, both his hands under your thighs to keep you up against the wall and your arms around his neck, legs tightly wrapped around his waist to prevent yourself from falling. You lost yourself in his frantic movements; Hyunjin covered your mouth with his hand to muffle your moans, his rings pressed against your swollen lips.

The bathroom’s door suddenly opened, catching both your attention. Hyunjin immediately stilled inside you, his head falling into the crook of your shoulder – his long styled hair brushing your cheek, he was still effortlessly holding your body against the wall, as you both tried to sharpen your ear to overhear the conversation going on.

«Hyunjin is such an idiot.» you recognized Minho’s voice, and Hyunjin quietly scoffed next to you, lifting his head and bringing the hand which was covering your mouth to his lips, using his index finger to indicate you not to make any noise. You nodded, balancing yourself better in his hold and purposely clenching tight around his length, pleased with yourself as you felt his hot breath hitch against your skin.

«She’s such a doll.» you heard someone add. Jisung?

«He should probably snap out of it before he ruins everything and I’ll punch him in his pretty face.» a raspy voice added, you recognized it as Changbin’s.

They chatted for a little while, you shortly wondered what and whom the fuck they were talking about but Hyunjin’s pulsing length, his body flushed against yours and the intoxicating smell of his cologne prevented you from thinking clearly.  They left not much later and with a strained moan, Hyunjin went back to his ministrations, attaching his lips on every part of your skin he could reach as he pounded into you, slapping noises of your bodies filling the now quiet and empty bathroom.

«Come for me, Doll.» Hyunjin’s hushed voice whispered against your ear and his thumb found your clit, rubbing in circular shapes that matched his frantic pace. You came with a choked moan, the intense feeling of your orgasm spreading in your body and he followed you, softly biting your neck as he came buried deep inside your walls. You both laughed quietly, and Hyunjin suddenly captured your lips in a kiss.

His usually rough and passionate kiss were nowhere to be seen, this kiss was slow, tender and almost shy. Hyunjin’s lips would blindly run after yours anytime you inched back, he’d kiss you again, and again and again, creating a strike of infinite soft kisses. You did not know yet, but Hyunjin hid in this kiss his secret emotions, his secret love confession; and unknowingly, you did the same, kissing him with tenderness and gently caressing his cheek. When you both went back on the dancefloor, you kept dancing together.

For some strange reason, Hyunjin refused to leave your side. Was it what you both heard in the bathroom? Was it possible that the boys were talking about you?

Days went by, and nothing changed: you and Hyunjin fell back on the same old routine. Hyunjin was confusing, and you were tired. Chris and his girlfriend were right next to you when, after school, you saw Changbin’s Pink and Hyunjin laughing together before hopping in his car and go away.

Something inside you finally snapped. You loved Hyunjin, you loved his stupid and dumb side, you loved how he’d be whining while sitting on the floor and ask you to style his hair, you loved his laugh, his ragged breathing and choked moans when you had sex.

However, you were tired of scenes like this repeating themselves. You would let your heart fill with hope of your stupid love being returned just to feel your hopes and your heart crushed due to his actions. You wondered who the idiot between the two of you was really. You finally realized that probably, it was you. You felt a sweet and pleasing whiff of perfume surround you, and thin arms closing around your shoulders.

«Come on, love.» Chris’s girlfriend gave you a sweet smile.

«Come with us, let’s go eat something.» Chris finished for her, holding your hand and leading both of you to his car. You sighed, dejected, wishing for a moment to have something like them.

What defnitely made you snap was what happened at the Frosty Palace as soon as the others joined you.

«He’d better hurry up with this, I’m tired to see my girlfriend hanging out with him.» you overheard Changbin’s raspy voice hiss, only to be hushed by Jisung as soon as they spotted you already sitting with the others. You did not pay attention to that, but instead to the girl which, few moments later, arrived clinging to Hyunjin’s arms just to run over Changbin and sit on his lap. Changbin kissed her shoulder as they both mumbled something which you couldn’t hear.

“Oh, so they’re really sharing?” You felt a bubble of rage and jealousy wash over you; you did not touch your food for the rest of the night, leaving the plate half-full. Both the fact that you stopped eating and you barely spoke didn’t go unnoticed, both Seungmin and Jeongin sharing worried glances as they asked you if everything was okay. You simply nodded at them, the hint of a smile on your lips, but you knew better that they did not believe you.

The fact that you let your hopes up once again was making your blood boil, and you suddenly stood up, grabbing your bag before placing your Pink jacket on the table, right in front of Hyunjin. His eyes widened, confusion written all over his face. You were sure that if you had not been so emotionally tired, you would kiss his pout away and tell him that it was a stupid joke, everything was okay. Instead, you gave him a bitter smile, silently wondering what you did not give him, yet.

«Do I really owe you an explanation?» your bitter laugh was short. «Have fun with your girlfriends.» you added, leaving the jacket on the table and quickly leaving before anyone could realize what happened and act up.

Hyunjin had fucked up. Or probably, you did since you knew better not to fall for him. For the following week you did not show up at school, fooling yourself with the weak belief that if you did not see him – or the others, for a while you would have gotten over Hyunjin in less time.

You quietly brushed your hair, hoping that clean clothes after a warm shower would make you feel a little better, when your mom faintly knocked at your door.

«There’s one of your friends in the living room, she’s waiting for you.» she told you with a gentle smile, and you shortly nodded at her, walking downstairs with the conviction you’d find Chris’ girlfriend waiting for you. You scoffed in disbelief when sitting on your couch there was not here but instead, Changbin’s Pink was hesitantly looking at you with a shy smile.

«You can go, I’m not interested.» you spat, turning on your heels, feeling your blood boil.

«Wait! Please.» she hastily said, ready to get up from the couch and walk towards you.

“Let’s get over with this,” you thought to yourself as you faced her again, and told her to make it quick. She nodded, playing with a tiny box in his hands.

«I wanted to start with saying that between me and Hyunjin… It’s not what you think.» you scoffed at the stupid choice of words, ready to get up and walk away any moment. «He has-He asked me to help him with some things that are not for me to say but I can assure you, Changbin and the others were aware of this.» she briefly explained, searching for your eyes.

«Do you really expect me to believe this?» you raised an eyebrow at her. You saw her shoulders fall briefly, before placing over the table the small box she was playing with.

«This is as much as I am allowed to tell you. If you want to know the rest, you have to come at the Frosty Palace tonight.» she offered you a kind smile.

«Aware of what?» you inquired, but she briefly shook his head, a kind smile plastered on her face.

«Frosty Palace. 20.30.» she chanted, before getting up, ready to walk away.

«Why did you come?» you whispered, not sure if you wanted to be heard or not. She knelt in front of you, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

«Being a Pink Lady doesn’t mean we can’t be friends with each other.» she gently lift your chin, to look at you. «Hyunjin had good intentions, but, he’s a bit of an idiot when it comes to deal with his feelings.» she walked away and you sat there, trying to process your thoughts.

“20.30 at the Frosty Palace,” she said. Would you go?

With a loud sigh, you grabbed the tiny box that Changbin’s girl left, and walked towards your bedroom, plopping on your bed. You probably stared at it for at least half an hour, doubting on whether to open it or not. “This is as much as I am allowed to tell you”, she said. Too bad that she left you even more confused than you originally were. You spent the afternoon tossing and turning in your bed, when finally you decided to open the small box.

You got up in a sitting position, mumbling a soft “what the actual fuck”, as you hesitantly took the small, silver necklace in your hand. There was a small, silver “H” dandling from it, and you furrowed your brows in confusion, was it for you? Was it a mistake? Your cheeks covered in a faint blush, and you tried desperately not to cling too hard on the last glimmer of hope you had left.

You arrived at the Frosty Palace half an hour later than you should have, welcomed by Chris and his girlfriend passionately making out right outside the front door.

«Hello to you, too.» you mumbled, wondering if you did the right thing by coming.

You spotted both Changbin and his girl talking to Hyunjin, which was half sitting on the table with what seemed a dejected look.  The tight jeans he wore perfectly hugged his thighs, and his black leather jacket made his shoulders appear even wider. What really caught your attention, tho, was his not styled hair. His hair was long, in a half ponytail, some strands falling in his eyes.

As Changbin’s eyes met your gaze, you realized that you indeed made a big mistake by coming there. Judging by your heart speeding up at the mere sight of Hyunjin, you quickly figured out you were still not ready to face him.

However, the group – included Hyunjin, already spotted you, and before you managed to turn on yourself and walk away, you saw both Minho and Jisung quickly making their way in front of the door, clumsily bumping against each other as they blocked your way. Even if you told them to move out of the way, they would firmly shake their head, making your roll your eyes in response.

«Hey, can we talk?» you heard Hyunjin’s voice quietly calling from behind you, way too close for comfort. Your shoulders fell, and you turned around, your eyes looking anywhere but at his face. «I was an idiot,» he started, and you felt your stomach twist. «I spent half of the time denying my own feelings for you, and as soon as I decided not to run away from them, I still managed to hurt you.» he said, in a weak voice. You bit the inside of your cheek, shifting your weight from one feet to the other before finally looking at him. His eyes were a bit glossy, his gaze was honest. You noticed the faint black circles under his eyes, but tried not to read too much into it. «I love you, Doll. And I’m an idiot for hurting you in the process.» he continued, his hand hovering over your cheek, almost afraid to touch you without your permission.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, still refusing to voice your thoughts. Hyunjin sighed, briefly running his hand through his soft hair before quickly jumping on the empty table next to him. «Okay, everyone-» he started, claiming people’s attention. You looked around, a furious blush on your face. You caught your friends looking at the both of you, some with encouraging, and some with amused smiles.

«Hyunjin, stop. People are staring.» you spoke, for the first time that night. Hyunjin ignored you, and spoke with a loud voice. «This girl right here,» he pointed at you as he looked around, and you felt your cheeks burn as people starting to look at you. «I love her. And I fucked up. So I’m here, a desperate idiot confessing, wondering if she could maybe forgive me and we could- maybe start over. As a proper couple.» he turned towards you, crouching on his knees to get closer to you his voice slightly lowered, «I really do love you, Doll. Am I too late?» Hyunjin smiled at you, his voice slightly trembling. You scoffed, turning your head trying to hide your smile. The truth was, you would probably would have waited months for him to realise his feelings.

«Get down here, Hyunjin.» you watched as he complied, easily getting off from the table and standing in front of you, towering you with his height. You hesitantly held his hand, mumbling a quiet «I love you, too.» Hyunjin was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you felt once again the smell of his cologne surround your senses; his heart’s quick pace matching yours. Your boyfriend lifted your chin, in order to connect your lips together. Your friends started screaming, while other people already went back to eating end enjoy their night before Hyunjin decided to jump on the table. You felt him smile on your lips, as he continued to tenderly kiss you, and you smiled back. Your felt your heart swell, you were finally complete.

You were in love with Hyunjin and Hyunjin  loved you back. There wouldn’t be no more jealousy and no more nights spent wondering why he didn’t love you back. He was your boyfriend now, he loved you back. You incredulously kept repeating these words into your head, letting everything sink in. The proof of it not being a dream were Hyunjin’s soft lips mumbling sweet and sincere “I love you” against your lips.

You detached from him as you felt heavy fabric being draped on your shoulders. As you turned your head on the left, you found Changbin’s Pink softly smiling at you, as she gently patted the jacket you had abandoned on a table of the Frosty Palace the week before, right back on your shoulders.

Hyunjin’s hand snaked around your waist, and he timidly adverted his gaze. «I asked her to help me to buy you something, but I think I’ve lost it-»

«I stole it!» she quickly interrupted him, linking her arms with yours. «And gave it to her. Why do you think she came here in the first place?» her smile in contrast to Hyunjin’s shocked expression made you giggle.

«I’m really sorry.» you quietly told her, but she gently shook her head.

«Trust me, if I were you,» she said, looking towards Changbin which was already looking at her with a gentle and loving smile. «I would have done the same.»

Later that night, Hyunjin held your body close as you came together, his lips brushing against yours as he breathed a soft “I love you.” You kissed him, breathing a soft whine against his lips as he slid out of you, rolling your bodies together so that you’d be partially laying on top of him.

«So, tomorrow… How about pancakes for breakfast, love?» he whispered, kissing your hair as he gently caressed your back. You nodded, smiling at his soft tooth, as you felt your eyes growing heavier.

«I’m in, we’ll cook them together.» You kissed his chest.

«Together.» Hyunjin’s small and excited voice was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in your boyfriend’s strong arms.

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[suzy-queued]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

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Name: Deena

Age: Less than 6 months to Roman numeral L

Shower or bath: Shower. I would like baths more if we had a deeper tub that would allow for full immersion, like a hot tub. As it is, my knees get cold, and I can't stretch out.

Weirdest snack you’ve had recently: Vegan Laughing Cow cheese. I was not a fan.

Favorite food right now: Quiche, because I recently discovered that my kids will eat it.

Favorite song this week:

What’re you reading right now? In print? All Fours by Miranda July. Fic? Many current reads, including "Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel" by the_rat_wins.

First association when you hear Shameless: A lineup of the Gallagher family with Ian glaring all sexily.

Random Gallavich thing you have: A beautiful card with @michellemisfit art that makes me happy every time I look at it.

Favorite Band right now: YUNGBLUD

Do you have any holiday 🎄parties 🕎 coming up? Tomorrow night is the party for the radio station where I volunteer.

Any you actually want to go to? Yes! I love all the DJs and the board members.

Do you like this time of year or hate it? I like it. I'm not mega into Christmas, but I like the love and spirit of giving in the air.

Favorite thing this time of year: Our town's park puts up a lights display, all created by community organizations. I love driving through each year.

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[lamardeuse]

We'll find our promised land

by lamardeuse

911 || Buck/Tommy, Buck/Eddie || Rated M || c. 2700 words

Written for @911actions thanks to the kind donation of captnvalkyrie. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt 576: Fanfiction about Buck and Eddie at their first Pride as a couple with the rest of the 118.

2006

The first time Buck goes to a Pride parade, it's a mistake.

His parents are taking him to the Whitaker Center in Harrisburg to enrol him in summer science camp because he nearly flunked science last year. It's not that he doesn't like science – he loves it, actually – but he's been forgetting a lot of stuff lately, and even though he tried to keep on top of his assignments a few slipped through. His mom read his final report card with her face all pinched and he braced himself for the inevitable lecture.

I swear I was trying my best, but I – I kept forgetting.

Well, your best simply isn't good enough, Evan. Now that Maddie is gone, you can't rely on her to be your memory any more. You have to buckle down and smarten up.

He can't remember a time when he didn't feel like he was stupid every now and then, but lately it's been a near-constant thought, mainly because there's no one around to counteract the voice in his head, a voice that sounds more and more like his mother.

He's been to this place before and liked it well enough, even picked up the brochure for their summer camps and had a look at it the last time he was here. Now, though, it feels like a punishment.

Before they reach Market Street, his father slows to a stop and mutters under his breath.

“Why is the road blocked?” his mother asks.

“No idea,” Dad says. “There shouldn't be any construction, I was just here three days ago.”

“Well, a lot can change in three days,” Mom says primly.

His father grunts unhappily, then turns down another street where he finds a parking garage that's nearly full. By the time they trudge down the stairs to the bottom – because of course the elevator's broken – the mood is tense. Well, the mood's always tense, but – tenser. Whatever.

Evan hears the thumpa thumpa of a disco beat long before they reach Market Street. There are random cheers from what sounds like a huge crowd, which is confirmed when they round the corner and come up against a sea of people.

“Oh, for Heaven's sake,” his mother says.

“What's the parade for?” Evan asks. The Fourth of July is another week away, and he doesn't see an American flag waving anywhere. No one answers him.

And then a float goes by with about a dozen guys wearing really tiny shorts and body glitter and not much else, and Evan thinks, oh.

“We can sign him up tomorrow,” his mother says. “We can come back tomorrow.”

His father's jaw twitches. “We came all this way. I just walked down six flights of stairs and I'm going to have to climb up six flights to get the car. Let's just –”

“Do you really think this is a place for children?” his mother says, a little too loudly if the glares of a couple of people around him is any indication.

“I'm not a child,” Evan protests. “I'm gonna be fourteen in –”

“Evan, be quiet,” his mother hisses.

“And lots of gay and lesbian people have kids,” he blurts out.

“Don't remind me,” his mother mutters.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Evan demands.

“Don't take that tone with your mother,” his father snaps.

“How are we going to get through this crowd?” his mother says. “The museum is across the street.”

“I don't even want to go to this camp!” Evan yells. “I'm not stupid,” he adds, more weakly because he doesn't sound convincing even to himself.

“Then don't act like it,” his father says. They stand there for a minute in silence, watching the parade. There's a car going by now, one of those huge old convertibles. There's a really tall lady in a hot pink satin evening gown and matching gloves up to her elbows sitting in the back seat and waving at the crowd. She looks right at Evan and smiles. Evan can't help but smile back. She looks so happy.

“Six flights it is,” his father mutters, turning on his heel and heading back the way they came.

read the rest at the AO3

[jaxteller87]

Rotten Pumpkins

Present Day

The first week of September had rolled in with that crisp edge in the air, the kind that hinted at the impending fall just around the corner from summer’s end. We were at the grocery store, the one just off Route 9. They already had pumpkins stacked out front, a vivid sea of orange as far as the eye could see— there were a ton of’em. The sight of them made me smile— autumn was my favorite time of year, but it was also a reminder of how fast time was flying.

From the back seat, Mary’s voice rang out, sweet and insistent. “Daddyyyyyyy, can we get one, pleeease?”

Jax’s hand tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his jaw working as he glanced at the humongous pile of orange croppage. I could see the internal battle written all over his face. He let out a sigh, a deep one— if he were to say no, he already knew this was a battle he would most certainly to lose.

“Mary, baby,” he started, “if we carve a pumpkin now, it’s gonna be rotten by Halloween.”

I sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching the exchange with amusement. I knew exactly where this was headed. Mary had him wrapped around her little finger, just like I did. I tried to keep my face neutral, but the corners of my mouth twitched in a smile.

“Pleeease, Daddy?” Mary pleaded again, her voice sweeter than honey, with those big, baby-blue eyes that were Jax’s kryptonite. “If it gets rotted, we can can just get anudder one.”

Jax stared at the pumpkins for a long moment; his resistance was crumbling fast. I saw the exact moment he gave in. There was a resigned sigh that escaped his lips as he turned the engine off and opened the door— it was then I knew we were going home with some pumpkins.

I quickly covered my mouth to stifle the giggle that threatened to escape.

He cast a look my way. “Not a single solitary word,” he grumbled as he stepped out of the car.

“I didn’t say a word,” I whispered, my voice full of suppressed laughter.

“No, but your face did,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he walked toward the pumpkins. “I really don’t care, it’s just you know it’ll rot in this Charming heat. It’s supposed to be 86 degrees this Friday.”

“Hey,” I shrugged, “Like Mary said, we can just get anudder one.”

Jax playfully shook his fist at me, “Oh, you’ll get anudder one.”

A few minutes later, he returned, pumpkins in hand. Mary was beaming from ear to ear, holding her prize like it was the crown jewel. “Thank you, Daddy!” she chirped from the back seat, her joy radiating through the car like a disco ball of happiness.

“Welcome, lovebug,” Jax replied, his voice soft, full of that unguarded affection he saved for his kids. He turned and handed a smaller pumpkin to Thomas, who was sitting quietly in his car seat with wide, curious eyes.

“Where’s mine?” I asked, joking.

“You serious?”

“Why not?” I said. I was seriously joking, but when I saw him reaching for the door handle again, I shut my mouth and sat quietly.

“Ugh! I’ll be right back,” he said begrudgingly as he marched back to the pile of pumpkins and then to the cashier to pay for them.

On the way home, we all sat with our orange treasures, except Jax, of course, he was driving. Thomas’ was small, Mary’s was a little bit bigger, and mine was so large that it started to hurt my lap holding it all the way home.

Later that evening, I watched my little family from the doorway as they set up in the living room, pumpkins ready for carving. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, sending them off to Gemma and Donna. My phone buzzed almost immediately with their replies.

Gemma: Couldn’t tell her no, could he?

Donna: No, he couldn’t. Haha.

Me: He tried, but it didn’t work very well.

Donna: Obviously! Wrapper around her little finger.

Gemma: Well, she’s definitely a Teller, that’s for sure…

Mary beamed up at Jax as he helped her carve a cute little cat into her pumpkin, his large hands surprisingly deft with the small knife. Thomas, in his high chair, was happily scribbling all over his pumpkin with a marker, more interested in the process than the result. The sight warmed my heart, a peaceful moment amidst the chaos that usually surrounded our lives.

I sent another picture to Donna. Opie just said the same thing. Let me guess— he couldn’t tell her no? 

Donna’s reply was almost instant. But don’t let him fool you. He has a hard time telling our little girl no…

The night progressed, and after the kids were finally asleep, Jax and I found ourselves on the back patio, the cool night air wrapping around us as we passed a joint back and forth. The world was quiet except for the distant hum of motorcycles on the highway, a sound that was as familiar to me as my own heartbeat.

I started giggling, the memory of Jax’s earlier surrender to Mary’s demands replaying in my mind.

Jax glanced at me, amusement lighting up his eyes. “I said earlier— not a word from you,” he chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he passed the joint back to me.

“Don’t look at me,” I teased.

“What am I gonna do when she’s older?” he mused, half-joking, half-worried.

I leaned back in my chair, looking over at the pumpkins sitting on the porch with their little flickering lights. “When it comes down to it, you’ll be able to tell her no when it’s something important,” I replied.

Jax looked over at me and smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said, but there was that underlying tension in his voice, the one that came from being a father in a world as dark as ours.

But for now, we had this. Our little family, our little moments of peace. And that was enough.

Welcome in October 

The first week of October had crept up on us, bringing with it the unmistakable signs of autumn— cooler breezes, leaves beginning to turn, and, of course, the lingering smell of rotting pumpkins. I sat in my wheelchair on the back porch, looking at the once-vibrant orange pumpkins that now sagged and wilted on the steps. Their carved faces, once proud and full of life, had collapsed into wrinkled grimaces, a sad but inevitable reminder of the fleeting nature of things. And then there were the bugs…

Jax walked up beside me, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, his eyes fixed on the decaying pumpkins. A crooked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. “Well, they didn’t make it to Halloween,” he said, his tone light but laced with the usual Jax Teller sarcasm.

I chortled, reaching out to nudge one of the pumpkins with the tip of my foot. “Nope, didn’t even make it close,” I replied, amused at how quickly they’d gone from festive to forgotten. “You should’ve known better than to cave so early.”

Jax glared at me with that; how could you glint in his eyes? “Seriously? We’re gonna go there?”

I shrugged. “Hey, look— all I’m saying is she asked you, and you pulled the car over. It was also you that picked out the pumpkins and paid the nice man at the counter.”

He scoffed, “And let me remind you, it was you who didn’t step in and say anything during the whole conversation either.”

“You told me not to say a word.”

“What? That was— what I meant to— you know what…” Jax paused and collected his thoughts. “That’s not what I meant, darlin’.”

“I know,” I giggled, “I’m just messing with you. Maybe, I don’t know, next time, just say no?”

Jax leaned against the porch railing, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. “Yeah, you try telling that to Mary. I’ll take a rotting pumpkin over a crying kid any day.”

I laughed, knowing he was right. Mary had a way of getting what she wanted, and it was usually Jax who ended up conceding first. It was one of the many things I loved about him— his rough edges softened by the love he had for his kids. But those rotting pumpkins were now a silent reminder of how easily we were both wrapped around her little finger.

“We should get rid of these before she notices,” Jax said, nodding toward the sad remains of our September pumpkin patch. “You know it’s only a matter of time before she asks to carve more.”

I grinned, imagining the conversation that was bound to happen soon. “You know she’s going to ask the second she sees them gone, right? Then it’s straight back to the store for more pumpkins, and we’ll be doing this all over again.”

Jax let out a dramatic sigh, though the smile never left his face. “Yeah, but maybe we can hold off for a few more weeks this time—at least until we’re closer to Halloween.”

I smirked, giving him a playful side-eye. “Good luck with that.”

Jax leaned down, placing a quick kiss on my forehead. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said softly.

We both stared at the pumpkins for a moment longer, sharing a comfortable silence. It was a rare thing in our world, moments like this— simple, quiet, filled with nothing but the everyday joys of being a family. I knew better than to take it for granted.

“Come on,” Jax finally said, stepping behind my wheelchair to push me toward the steps. “Let’s get rid of these things before they start attracting critters. Maybe we can convince Mary to paint the next batch instead of carving them— less mess, and they’ll last longer.”

I laughed, letting him guide me back inside. “Yeah, good luck convincing her of that. But I’m all for trying.”

As we headed inside, the scent of decaying pumpkins faded, replaced by the comforting aroma of apple pie baking in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but smile. Life in Charming was always a rollercoaster, but these little moments— the laughter, the teasing, the small victories— made it all worth it.

[deedala]

🌱 w e e k l y 🌼 t a g 🌼 w e d n e s d a y 🌱

thanks for the game this week and the tag @heymacy (my beloved celestialmickey) + @michellemisfit & @energievie & @gallapiech 💖 (also thanks for writing the game last week @spookygingerr i truly intended to do it and it just got away from me😭💖)

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name: deanna

age: noel years old

location: ohioooo (for now!!)

top sheet, yes or no? not for me thanks

how many stuffed animals do you own? ...i have kids so about 200??

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): currently no pets still living but i'll tell you about my last pet who was an orange fluffy cat that i named Keiko after the Yu Yu Hakusho character (back in college when i was a big weeb i loved the work of yoshihiro togashi)

favorite color: mint green

any tattoos? not yet but one day i hope to be cool enough

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): i have a small canvas sack backpack guy

the last movie you watched: uuhhh i think... The Bikeriders?

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? get ready for what

favorite weather: if its summer, cloudy and mild. if its fall/winter, partly cloudy and no wind.

relationship status: i am marriaged up

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip

first fandom: the x-files

how many books have you read this year? fuckin...i dunno. 3? yeah 3...for gallabitches book club✌️(otherwise i'd just be reading fic lmao)

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: "skate number 15 size"

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? i've been vibing with my lil "deanndelion" thing lately so i guess that? i'm happy to just have it as the title of my blog though. i've been using deedala as a username for a long ass time

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