#he's so cute and then he and nora are SO UPSET

[theraphos]

i've only had codsworth for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him i would nuke everyone in this room and then myself

[popcorn-ceiling-chickemn]

The next time Neil paints Andrew's nails Andrew grabs his hands after his own polish is dry enough that it won't get ruined and he paints Neil's nails orange with his middle fingers black and now they both keep their nails painted. Eventually Allison teaches Neil how to do a proper manicure because she's fed up with this man chewing his hang nails off like a heathen and ruining Andrew's hard work.

andrew letting neil paint his nails. neil has gotten much better at it, he doesn’t smudge black everywhere anymore so he’s fine letting him do it. andrew sees the moment the idea crosses neil’s mind. his eyes sparkle with mischief, the corner of his mouth tugs upward. neil gets up without a word and runs out of the dorm, leaving andrew hanging with both middle fingers uncolored. no matter what it is, andrew is already rolling his eyes about it. neil comes back barely a minute later, a shit-eating grin on his face. he sits back down in front of andrew, opening his palm to reveal an orange bottle of nail polish.

“yes or no?” he asks, and andrew hates him so damn much.

“fucking junkie. yes.”

neil beams. he opens the bottle and diligently paints andrew’s middle fingers orange. his tongue pokes out of his mouth while he works. he looks ridiculous, completely stupid. andrew wants to kiss him brainless. when he’s done, he leans back to let andrew have a look. all his fingers are black except for the bright orange clashing in the middle. “118%”. he won’t admit it, but he kind of likes the way it looks anyway.

[thewulf]

Thank God For You || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - My friend’s husband just got back from an eight month tour and their first baby was born about a month before he left. Now that he’s back any time he tries to comfort the baby or take care of him alone the baby gets more fussy and upset... Read Rest Here

A/N: So sorry I'm so slow these days. Work is kicking my butt. Here's a cute lil one to tide you guys over until things slow down! Loved this one. It's shorter but oh so sweet. Love Jake as always!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 1.2k +

“Babe!” You ran down the stairs of your home stopping by the front door to look for your keys. You were still getting used to Jake being home after nine months away. He was shipped off to who knows what country, he couldn’t ever tell you, classification and what not, only three months after your daughter was born. Still being the emotional wreck you were, his mom moved in for a few months to help you out. And she actually did help. Her being there was literally your saving grace.

Jake walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face. You, of course, had to return the smile to him. You’d missed him so damn much, “Hey.” He walked over to you stopping just shy of where you were.

“Hey.” Grinning, your eyes traced his face making sure to memorize every little detail you could. He loved his job, and you knew it, you just wished and prayed he didn’t have to go away for so long. But you knew what you were getting into all those years ago.

“You called?” He reminded you giving you a playful smirk when your eyes snapped back to reality.

“Yeah, I did.” You nodded, “I’m heading out to meet Allie at the mall. Nora’s down for her nap. She’ll need to be fed at three. Call me if you need anything. You got this babe.” You kissed his cheek trying to reassure the nervous father. He wouldn’t outright say it to you, but you weren’t dumb. You could see the hesitation, the looks over to you to make sure he was doing it right. It was hard and he was relearning it all with a brand-new baby to him. When he left she was barely three months and now she was becoming a toddler right before your eyes, almost a year old.

Nora Anne Seresin was a light to your life. She taught you so much about yourself. What unconditional love really looked like. You loved Jake, through and through but he could leave. You could never leave Nora, not ever. You finally understood what it meant, what all those moms said for years.

Jake picked out her name without even knowing it. He was putting names together after the two of you had found out you were pregnant. He was trying to mash up names like they had in Twilight. You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t be giddier and happier. When he mentioned Nora for his mom and Anne for your grandma it just worked. You’d called the baby Nora all the way up to her birth, you certainly couldn’t have changed it then.

Jake nodded back to you, “Can you make it home by 3:10?” He asked.

“I’ll try, but you’ll be just fine. She loves you. She’s just got to get used to you again.” You squeezed his shoulder.

“Love you.” He pulled you back in for a hug before letting you go.

“And I love you.” You shut the door behind you praying Nora wouldn’t make a fuss.

But boy were you wrong. When you walked through the front door at 3:30 it looked like a bomb went off. And you heard Nora screaming from the kitchen. Poor Jake. Poor Nora. You sighed setting your purse down before heading to the scene of the crime.

“Oh, thank God.” Jake audibly let out a sigh of immense relief when he spotted you in the kitchen, “She won’t eat.”

You walked over taking the bottle from your overly stressed husband, “It’s okay. She might not be hungry.” Setting it down on the counter you motioned for him to follow you with the fussy baby in his arms.

He looked perplexed, “We’re not starving her?”

Oh, your poor confused husband. Clueless as all get out. Not that you minded, he was on a ship and couldn’t exactly do research on them. He was used to the newborn who sucked down food almost every hour on the hour, “No, she’ll let us know when she’s hungry. I try to keep her on track. 7:00, 11:00, 3:00 and 8:00. But sometimes she’s just not hungry.” You sat down on the couch patting the seat beside you.

He sat down with the red cheeked fussy baby in his arms, “You’re stressing your papa out Norrie.” You poked your daughter on the nose trying to distract her. She was confused. Her world as flipped upside down too.

She looked right at you giving you the biggest grin with that happy toddler giggle that made your heart soar, “That’s right, yes you are.” You poked her again earning another round of giggles and laughter.

Jake was looking down watching the entire interaction a bit defeated. His daughter wanted nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. When he tried to hand Nora off to you, you simply refused knowing how much they both needed this. She knew you, trusted you. She was just learning Jake. She needed to trust his scent, his touch, and his voice too. Jake pulled her back into his side. She looked to you, when you gave her a nod and smile she seemed to finally give in. Resting her head on Jakes chest he watched as her tiredness overcame her stubbornness. Her bright eyes drifted off into a sleep. You watched Jake as he watched Nora. He too was looking at her like you were looking at him earlier, studying her face.

When he looked back at you there was that sadness there that you’d seen earlier, “What’s wrong J?” You asked him, pulling him right out of his own thoughts.

He sighed looking away from you. Was he embarrassed? “Jake?” You asked again in a softer tone.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me honey.” He admitted in low tone, almost so you couldn’t hear him.

“She’s learning you.” You grabbed his free hand that wasn’t holding her close, “This is so new to her. She’s only known me. Look at her. That’s not the baby girl you had to leave nine months ago. She’s brand new. Brand new almost every day. It’s a pleasure to watch.” You gave his hand a squeeze, “And look at her, she’s sleeping on you babe. That wouldn’t have happened last week. Cut yourself a break, you’ve been home for a week.” You prayed that your words meant something to him.

He nodded looking back and forth between the two of you, “How do you always know what to say?”

You grinned, “That’s why you married me? Remember?”

He grinned before shooting you a mischievous wink, “If I wasn’t holding this baby right now I’d be putting another one inside you right now.” He contained his laughter seeing your eyes widen in shock. He just knew exactly what to say.

You threw your hand over your mouth trying your best not to gasp and wake poor Nora up, “Jake!”

He shrugged, “What? It’s true. You’re more beautiful than I remember my dear. So damn gorgeous.”

You shook your head trying to hide that blush he always seemed to get out of you, no matter how many years you’d been together now, “Thank God for Nora.” You winked right back at him playing the game he was so good at.

“Thank God for you.” His gaze gave away just how much he really did care for you.

Biting your cheek to hide the massive smile you stood from the couch letting the two of them bond alone, “You’re a sap Jake Seresin.”

He nodded right along, “Only for you my dear. Only for you.”

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potentially very silly thought that’s been on my mind for forever so feel free to ignore! but stevie has glasses right? but he never wears them bc he doesn’t like how they look/doesn’t believe he really needs them (spoiler: he does). imagine dad!steve’s little baby comin back from the doctor and needing specs :( and his kid is all sad bc they think they’ll get bullied and that they look silly, but dad!steve puts on his like “see? glasses are cool, bud!” and they wear them together <3

dad!steve harrington x mom!fem! reader

a How Sweet It Is story

summary: steve's kiddo doesn't want to get glasses | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is

1.7kwords

Spring, 1993:

Steve rubbed at his forehead as he stirred the spaghetti sauce on the stove. Grace had fought him for hours, screaming and crying and throwing toys at him. He knew that all she needed was a nap but she refused, insisted that she wasn’t tired and wailed with a set of lungs that gave her Uncle Eddie a run for their money. He’s used to headaches by now though - too many hits to the head over the years and what felt like a constant squint to see things clearer, toddler tantrums were nothing when it came to the things that caused him headaches. 

But that didn’t mean he wanted her to wake up anytime soon. So when the loud crack of the front door handle hitting the wall pulled him from his thoughts he rushed out of the kitchen, hushing loudly. Whisper-shouting to you and your oldest, “Hey, hey, Grace is finally asleep!”

Nora kicked the wall as she tried to take off her shoes and coat at the same time, a flourish and frenzy of tiny grunts and zippers clicking together. Yellow dots on her sneakers lighting up and the yellow of her rain coat a fast moving blur - yellow was the color, or so he’s been told repeatedly by her in the last two weeks. He looked past his yellow blob of movement to see you slowly following her up the steps, rubbing your temple. 

Oh boy.

Nora was six. Opinionated and strong and curious. Sometimes she shocked them with her big ideas and her logic-searching questions, but every once in a while they were reminded she was in fact, a kid. A tiny human with too big of feelings and not always the right words to describe them. Right now, he’d bet money on some very large feelings bubbling up inside of her, and he just didn’t know if he could handle another tantrum. Her brown curls a mess like she’d run her hands through them too many times (a habit you’ve pointed out she picked up from him before she could walk), her face flushed and her jaw clenched, tiny hands trying to get her coat off too quickly and a furrow between her brows when it wouldn’t cooperate. 

Steve bent down to her level, hands reaching out towards her, "Hey cutie, slow down. Let me help-"

"No! I can do it myself!" tiny hands forming fists and a fury behind her eyes that would be alarming if she wasn't so small and cute. This was another new development - dad yellow is the color of the moment and oh by the way I’m a big girl now. It’s a lot for a dad to wrap his head around. 

Steve raised his hands up in surrender, "Okay, sure."

As you closed the door softly, Steve looked up and mouthed, "What happened?"

You gestured to your eyes, forming glasses with your fingers as you mouthed the word at the same time. 

His brow furrowed because why in the world would she be so upset about glasses? Heart breaking that she’s obviously incredibly worked up about something that isn’t really an argument if she needs them. 

As she flung her coat to the ground and went to stomp around it he snaked his arm around her waist, "Oh no you don't,” she huffed and crossed her arms as he squeezed her waist, “Nora, what's wrong?"

"I don't want them!" she cried out, stomping her foot against his thigh as he stood up holding her.

Steve pushed a stray curl from her forehead, faking obliviousness, "Don't want what? You gotta catch dad up here."

Her chin wobbled as she looked anywhere but at his face and his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. How can she hate glasses so much? She’s six! 

Nora clings to his neck as he goes back to the kitchen, the heat turned down and stirring it once more as they sat in silence, her little huffs of frustration mixing with the bubbling sauce. He’d wait patiently until she wanted to tell him. You followed wordlessly behind, pulling down a cup for water and setting it across from him. Steve’s arm supported under her butt and he leaned against the counter to face you. 

Nora spoke finally, quietly and forced out of her pouting lips, "Glasses."

Steve rubbed her back with one hand, cheek resting on top of her head and sighed. She was way too big to hold like this anymore, and he missed it. 

"Baby, why don't you want glasses, huh? Lots of people wear glasses,” you questioned softly from your spot at the otherside of the counter. 

Nora mumbled into his neck, "Daddy doesn’t like them. People make fun of glasses."

Steve made eye contact with you over the top of her head, swallowing harshly and blinking away tears. A small and sad smile rested on your lips. You leaned your chin into your palm and sighed, raising your eyebrows at him. 

His heart dropped into his stomach as he set her down on the counter and cleared his throat, “I love my glasses, what are you talking about?”

Nora shook her head quickly, curls flying everywhere, a deep breath as crocodile tears fell down her cheeks. Voice wobbly and on the cusp of some big sobs ready to break as she spoke rushed and loudly, “No. No you do-n’t. Mommy, you, y-you told Mommy that…that…” she hiccuped but pushed on, “Losers wear glasses. And, and Jacob…hims said…he…people who wear glasses are weird and, and…”

As Nora kept going Steve clenched his fists against the counter. He’d take back any and every thought he’d had about glasses if he could. He could throw up from the guilt swirling in his stomach, that he was somehow a part of the reason his little girl was so worked up about something she needed. Something so tiny and materialistic. He’d fix this. He had to fix this. 

“Woah, woah, who’s this Jacob kid and what does he know, huh?” He kissed the top of her head, pushing curls from her face that clung to her wet cheeks.

“Jacob, daddy,” she sighed his name out, bored and exasperated like Steve should know while she hiccuped again.

Steve nodded, face serious as he snapped his fingers and you smiled from behind her, “Right, that Jacob. Okay, but babe, Jacob doesn’t know what he's talking about. He doesn't know the super special secret."

Nora's hands swiped at her cheeks, "Secret?"

Nodding he chucked the side of his knuckle under her chin and handed her the glass of water, "Super special secret."

Nora's eyes went wide above the rim of the cup and you bit the inside of your cheek as Steve nodded and leaned in, "Only people who wear glasses get to know the super special secret," he glanced at you, “Oh, and mommy’s.” 

"Tell me," Nora whined, fidgeting and tugging at his shirt.

"Well, the secret is, is that people who wear glasses are super duper crazy awesome. They can see better, like superhero vision,” the small white lies building as her smile grew and he spoke with his hands, “And because they can see better they can read faster and get smarter. They can see so good with their glasses that they can sneak into the kitchen in the dark for late night snacks and-"

You made a disgruntled noise from the back of your throat and shook your head, mouthing the word no, but tried to hide your smile. 

Steve grinned wider at you but Nora frowned, not buying it. Too smart for her own good as she countered, "But, daddy, you don't wear your glasses. And you said lose-"

"You're right, I did say that,” he bit the inside of his cheek and ran his hand through his hair before waving them around, “But that's because I didn't want anyone to know how cool the super special secret is. But now," he leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I can wear mine all the time because I'm not alone! We can be crazy awesome together."

"Really?" Nora looked up at him, wide eyed and hopeful and he had to blink back tears again. 

"Really, really," he brushed the last stray tear slipping down her cheek, "Go grab mine for me and we can head to the store and pick out yours together."

He lifted her and set her down and she raced away. Steve fell forward onto the counter, moaning as he pressed his forehead to the cold tile. 

He listened as you stood, holding his breath until he felt your arms wrapping around his waist. A kiss between his shoulder blades before he spun to face you. 

He pressed his nose into your cheek as you whispered, “Good job, dad.”

He huffed, not unsimilar to his daughter and mumbled, "I hate my glasses."

You hummed, running your hands up his back before speaking, "I love your glasses,” you laughed and kissed his jaw, voice laced with fake shock and wonder, “And why would you hate them? Didn't you hear the super special secret, Steve?"

Moved to your neck, he grumbled, "Ugh, I'm gonna punch that Jacob in the face."

A laugh bubbled out of you as you squeezed his waist, a kiss to his temple as you reminded him, "He's six, Steve."

"Right. Well. Maybe his dad then," he kissed your neck and removed himself as tiny feet raced back down the hall.

"Woah! You're right daddy! I can see crazy awesome!"

He stood up fully to see Nora zooming around the corner with his glasses on her face too big and dangerously close to falling completely off and you covered your smile with your hand.

He swiped the glasses from Nora and slid them up his own nose. Picking her up he smiled and asked, "Should we go pick out yours now?"

Nora nodded excitedly and bounced up and down once her feet were back on the floor, energy radiating off of her as he tied her shoes and zipped her coat. 

When they returned home, she nearly broke his arm, she was tugging so hard, "Mommy! Mommy! Look, look, look!"

You came around the corner holding his sleepy toddler and grinned, "Woah! Yellow! Crazy awesome!"

As he turned to close the door Nora beamed and shouted, "Daddy said the yellow was even more super special because yellow would help me see the cookies waay on the top shelf better."

Steve bit his lip as he spun to face you shaking your head, a smile twitching on your lips. He shrugged and stole Grace out of your arms with a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled, “Yellow is the best color, mom.”

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[bigdumbbambieyes]

tw abuse mention

Billy had always been a dog person.

Dogs were easy to love and they always had affection to spare - at least, the ones he’d known. They were cute and excited and seemed to always like him.

Cats, on the other hand, were different for him. They could be standoffish and picky and they didn’t listen, which is what turned Billy off the most. He didn’t get why people loved cats, never understood why people worshipped and adored them, until he’d met Steve’s.

“My parents got her when we had a mice problem back when I was a kid, but she just sat around and did whatever she wanted - so they got an exterminator to go after the mice instead.” Steve chuckled as he watched the black-striped and grey cat rub herself against Billy’s shins and ankles, like she’d been starved for affection her whole life.

Billy grimaced a little, because he wasn’t fond of fur on his clothes, but Steve was quick to click his tongue and bend down to call the cat back to him.

To which she (surprisingly) went and happily nuzzled Steve’s hand when he hovered it for her. Hm.

Billy’s brows furrowed as he asked, “What’s her name?”

His boyfriend glanced up at him and gave him a dumb smile, the kind Billy only saw when Steve was embarrassed, and said, “Don’t judge - I named her when I was, like, ten. Her name’s Buttercup.”

“Buttercup,” Billy repeated with a smirk, imagining a young Steve Harrington proudly declaring the cat’s name to his parents, “That’s…a name.”

“Hey, I said not to judge!” Steve chuckled as he stood up again and reached for Billy’s hand, smiling when the blond didn’t shy or pull away once their fingers brushed, “C’mon, let’s go get a snack and watch something.”

Billy followed along quietly, his gaze flicking down to watch Buttercup as he walked by her, and she didn’t move her green eyes from him until they rounded the corner.

🐾

The more Billy went over to Steve’s, the more Buttercup hung around. He wasn’t particularly upset or thrilled by her; she was cute and he liked watching Steve throw her little toys across the room just so she could leap after them.

And it was like she knew Billy wasn’t fond of her, because whenever he’d sit down on the Harrington couch, she’d be jumping up to climb onto his lap. He’s always pick her up carefully and deposit her back on the floor or beside him - because again, cat fur - and she’d mrow at him in a disappointed tone, her emerald eyes unwavering as they stared each other down until Steve plopped down next to him. From there, she’d jump up to the back of the couch and settle there, sleeping and purring while they cuddled and watched TV or talked.

It stayed like that for a while. She was always there, included in whatever they did, whether it was relaxing on the couch or in Steve’s room - where she slept on their pillows at night - or in the backyard near the pool, watching them swim when she wasn’t chasing birds.

Billy got used to it. He’d bend down and smooth his palm along the top of her head when she greeted him at the door. He’d gently rub the pad of his thumb along the bridge of her nose whenever he woke up in Steve’s bed and she was there, waiting for him to wake up.

Then one day, his dad smacked him so hard he couldn’t see straight, and he ran out of the house and down the street and didn’t stop until his lungs burned and he found himself in Loch Nora.

He knew Steve wasn’t home because he was working, and his parents weren’t home either, so Billy rushed to the back of the house and grabbed the spare key from where he knew it was hidden.

The house was cool and quiet when he slid the backdoor shut and locked it, still trying to catch his breath as he rushed over to the mirror by the entrance to look at his face. His cheek was red and puffy, a shiner already forming under his eye, and Billy watched his face crumple in the reflection.

Tears welled and spilled, tracking down his burning face, and then he felt a familiar brush against his calves.

He looked down through his blurry vision at Buttercup, who had paused and stared up at him in return. She gave her usual mrow and Billy sniffled wetly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he gently pushed her off with his foot and muttered, “Get.”

He moved away from the mirror and went upstairs, ignoring the gentle ring of Buttercup’s bell as she followed him.

In Steve’s bedroom, Billy pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, pulling on one of Steve’s from the floor because it smelt like his boyfriend. It comforted him as he moved around the room, pulling the collar up to his nose to breathe in the scent of Steve’s cologne and body as he toed his shoes off, collapsing onto the unmade bed moments later.

Only a second passed before Buttercup was jumping up onto the bed, giving Billy a soft mrow again. Slowly, he turned his face to the side from where it had been buried in Steve’s pillow, and he eyed the cat as it stared down at him. Expectant, yet patient.

“What do you want?” Billy huffed, shifting onto his side to face her and take the pressure off the side of his face that was throbbing, quirking a brow as Buttercup slowly reached out her paw to him, hovering it in the air.

“‘M not in the mood to give you any pets,” Billy grumbled, wiping the remaining wetness from his eyes, and felt her paw gently touch his forearm.

Her paw, small and soft, was warm. Comforting.

“Fine,” Billy muttered as he shifted again, flipping onto his back and patting the spot beside him, “C’mere.”

And where he expected Buttercup to curl up beside him like she had a handful of times before, she got up and walked over and onto his chest. The weight of her under those tiny paws made Billy wince, the press of her claws inevitable, but he watched her quietly as she settled on top of his chest and tucked her paws under her chest, staring down at him.

And she began to purr.

Softly, but deeply. Billy swore he felt it rattle his heart.

The tears came again, suddenly flooding in his eyes as he watched Buttercup slowly blink down at him, her tail curling around herself as she kept her perch on top of his chest.

His hands found the soft fur of her back, just holding her there, and her eyes closed. Like she was happy. She looked happy.

Billy sniffled again and gently shook his head in quiet disbelief, giving her a watery smile as he pet down her back, mumbling, “Brat cat.”

She only purred louder.

🐾

Billy told Steve about it later, once his boyfriend got home and found the two of them passed out in his bed. His pretty boy grinned so hard he beamed like the sun after he got Billy an ice pack for his cheek and ensuring he was alright.

“That was her comforting you,” Steve hummed as he pressed a kiss to Billy’s forehead, “She’s done it to me a lot over the years. Glad she was able to look after you when I couldn’t.” He gave her chin a little scratch for that, smiling down at her.

And yeah, Billy supposed that’s what it was. Buttercup looking after him and ensuring he was comforted, because obviously he’d been upset. But, it also felt like a long time coming. She’d wanted to be close to Billy ever since he’d met and he’d always kept her at arm’s length for months.

He wished he hadn’t. He wished he had let her closer, sooner.

But, he’d make it up to her.

🐾

“Billy, you didn’t have to get Buttercup tattooed on your arm—”

“Shut up — do you think she’ll like it?”

🐾

She did.

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right where you left me

i've had this in the drafts so here's something. enjoy

"Miss me already?"

He can hear her smiling through the phone and it makes his heartbeat pick up with pure joy. Most people might feel suffocated by their fiance calling every fifteen minutes to check on them while they were out, but she thought it was cute. Harry just couldn’t help it, not when anxiety levels were more than high between the two of them, mostly caused by their doctor’s concern as they neared the end of February, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new family member. But despite the pushy nature of her OB, over Nora’s dead body would she consent to an induction or c-section. 

“Maybe.” he spoke shyly, voice quiet and warm. “M’just checkin’.”

His voice was so comforting, and moments like this, ones where he was so tender and softhearted, made her eyelashes flutter and her head lull to the side, leaning her cheek into the sound of his voice as he talks sweet to her.

“I’m fine.” she smiles, turning the key inside the ignition, making her car whiz to life. “Promise.”

“M’sorry.” he admits. “I just worry.”

“Miss you too.” she promises softly, attempting to distract him. “Miss your kisses.”

She knows exactly how to relax his nerves, exactly how to distract him from the current stresses of their life. He knows it, too, but she’s so good at it that he feels so warm at the sound of her voice, gingerly scratching some scruff on the side of his other cheek with his free hand. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

He shifts in position on his spot on the sofa. “What else do you miss?”

“Slow down.” she laughs. 

He loves her laugh.

“You can cuddle with Evie ‘till I get back.” 

“She ran away from me.” Harry pouts, which quickly turns into a laugh. “She’s chasin’ that bloody toy all over the place, the one we just got her.”

“Glad she likes it.” she sighs. “I just got back in the ca-oh, shit!”

“Shhh.” Harry scolds, his tone playful as he tries not to laugh. “She can hear you.” 

“H, she doesn’t even know what I’m saying.” 

“Bollocks. If she kicks to our voices and good music, then she knows when you’re cursing.”

She groans because she knows that he’s right. “I know, I’m sorry. I just forgot one thing." 

Her tone is laced with innocent sadness and he fights the desire to coo at her through the receiver, imagining just how adorable she looks, just like when she left. Harry remembers how cute she looked before she left, the plum parka pulled over the soft ivory jumper that snuggled her upper torso, but the most endearing part of any outfit she chose was the bump she was sporting lately as she neared the end of her third trimester. 

“Nora Claire,” His tone is full of amusement and he cocks an eyebrow, the small smirk on his face evident through the phone. “What’d you forget?”

“The soup.” she pouts. “That’s the only reason I went!” 

Harry wants to crack up laughing because he knows how much she loves that soup. It's a green pozole that her favorite grocery store put out every winter and lately It’s the only thing she can eat most days. Even though she’s always loved it, that desire has done nothing but rise ever since she started getting cravings for spicy food around the eleventh week. He remembers how scared she was when they found out, at the possibility of her favorite foods making her sick for nine months and not being able to enjoy them. He also feels bad about how upset she’s been getting lately now that she’s been experiencing pregnancy brain more frequently. Last week she forgot about her thirty six week ultrasound, so he’s not the least bit surprised that she forgot something she wanted in the grocery store.

"I’ll pick some up in the mornin’, alright? Don’t worry about it, darlin'."

Her bottom lip is pulled in between her teeth, conflicted by his soothing. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." he promises. "Just get home, ok?"

"Ok." she decides. "I’ll be home in a few minutes."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No," he warns playfully. "Don’t start this again, no one ever wins."

"Okay, okay." she giggles. "Bye.”

She really was upset about it, turning her head to glare at the glowing sign, knowing full well it was her fault

Not even two minutes later, Harry’s phone starts buzzing and Noah’s name pops up on the screen. He lets out a laugh as he answers.

“Love, just go back and get the yogurt.”

“Hey, no, this is uh...oh, god.” 

In that moment, every muscle in Harry’s body tensed up, his demeanor instantly becoming on edge when he hears a man’s voice, clearly distraught and filled with panic. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry. I was...We were driving down the street and the car just...just ahead of me was hit. I found their phone on the pavement and your number was the emergency contact.” 

Oh God, no.

“Can you see in the car? The Audi, the black Audi.” he gushes. “Is she okay?” 

“I...I-I can’t—” 

“Bloody hell, she’s nine months pregnant, go fucking check on her!”

He’s already slipped on whatever shoes were sitting by the front door and grabbing his coat before rushing to his car in the garage. 

“My family is over there with her, they’ve called an ambulance.”

“Where?” he slams the door shut, fingers trembling as he fails at getting the key inside the ignition on the first try, trying to keep the phone balanced between his ear and shoulder. ‘Where is she?!”

“Kingston, right by Mel’s.”

Harry hangs up, breath and fingers equally trembling as he pushes the key in and turns the car on.

She’s gonna be alright. She has to be.

“Fuck!” 

Harry doesn’t remember anything about the drive to get to her that night.  It only took a mere couple of minutes to get down the street but every passing second that he didn’t know if she was alright tortured him to his core. He didn’t allow himself to even consider the mere possibility of even a scratch on her. He was barely shifting his car into park before getting out and sprinting towards the accident. He was in shock, but the only thing in his mind was that he had to get to her.

Her car was barely recognizable, the entire front end was virtually obliterated, the bumper hanging on by a thread and the hood was smashed upwards and obstructing the view of the windshield. The open driver’s door along with the huge flames coming from the engine makes his heart plunge into trepidation. His eyes scan across the scene, fearing the unknown.

She’s lying in the grass and there’s a man kneeling down next to her, who looks pretty shaken up and a girl is standing a few feet away on the phone with emergency services. 

Harry falls to his knees next to her. 

“No, baby.” he pleads. “Can you hear me?”

“Harry?” her voice is clear, but she sounds confused.

“I’m right here baby, I’m right here. Are you hurt?”

“My head, my head hurts.”

“You’ve got a bloody nose, love. Think you hit the steering wheel—here, here.”

He uses his sleeve to clean most of the blood off her face. There’s a cut across her right cheek, probably from glass, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“There y’go."

Harry was in shock, he knew that. His brain couldn’t comprehend so quickly the severity of the situation, still. 

“My chest hurts.” she winces, 

“Okay, okay, don’t move love, don’t move.” he pleads, turning to the family a few feet away. “How far out did they say?”

His voice is level and calm, refusing to sound the slightest bit upset in front of her. As hard as that may be at that moment, getting angry off emotion was the last thing she needed him to do. 

“A few minutes.” 

“You’re gonna be okay.”

One of his hands is pushing the hair off her forehead and out of her face, while the thumb of his other hand is softly brushing her cheek, trying to keep her awake and calm. 

“Promise me—”

“Nora, stop—”

“Just listen, please.”

“No, you listen.” he cuts. “You are not leaving me. You’re gonna be okay—better than okay. We’re gonna go to the hospital, get you checked out and you’re gonna be fine.”

“If she makes it and I don’t–”

“You’re talking crazy, y'know that? I’d never let that happen.”

to be continued

[writingsofwesteros]

Nora pointedly hardly spoke to Alerie, occupying herself with Saera. She stepped outside with Saera in her cute little swimsuit, and she wore a similar coloured pink bikini- she worked like hell with her new trainer and of course she looked amazing. "Is that my baby girl?" Aemond hummed, taking Saera in his arms. "You look pretty good yourself," He told Nora, kissing her. As they walked over to the pool, Alerie commented, "Wow, she looks amazing after having a baby. I know she doesn't like me but even I can admit she's hot." Daella sighed. "I'm sorry she's being so difficult." "Don't worry bout it," Alerie shrugged. "Your friend Stev's super sweet, and Helaena too." "Grandfather," Hel spoke softly as she sat with Otto as he watched Cherub in the pool with Stev and the others. "Darling," He kissed her temple. "Can you...talk to Nora?" She asked him. "About?" He raised a brow. "Daella brought her friend Alerie over and Nora's being kinda....cold." Helaena sighed. "I know she has good intentions but I don't want Daella to get upset." "Sounds like your sister," He mused. "Alright, butterfly. I'll talk to her." Hel smiled, and squeezed his hand. "Thank you." She kissed his cheek before going to help Bestie bring the drinks outside.

i'd like Otto to talk to me thank you

Charlotte settles down beside Daella; handing out the drinks but Aegon is soon calling her name. His pout in place as he slowly moved from the water.

Those tattoos his mother hated (and he tried not to get hard when she argued with him) as he sauntered over to his bestie.

[arc-misadventures]

What are Those?! AU: After finding out that Jaune hoards gems how many of the girls decide to try and use gemstones to try and get into his bed

Diamonds Are A Dragons Prize

Pyrrha: Hey, guys how’s it…

Weiss: I don’t care who the hell your gem grader was father! I had the, Lapidary Master himself graded all of my diamonds, and he identified that almost all of them are fake! They’re not diamonds, they’re Cubic Zirconia! Fake Diamonds! So you will bring all of our precious gems, Mom’s, Winters, yours, and even mine to, Beacon, right here, right now! Before your precious net value plummets even further then it already has!

(Beep.)

Weiss: Prick…

Pyrrha: Uhhh… D-Did I miss something…?

Blake: Oh, we learned, Jaune hoards precious gems; diamonds, rubies, and the like. So people have been giving him precious stones as a… dowery of sorts. But, Jaune apparently is super rich because he owns several mining companies that mine specifically, precious stones. So, Jaune has been inspecting, giving people prices, and proof of their stones value instead.

Pyrrha: And, he did that for, Weiss’s diamonds as well?

Blake: Yeah, for her ‘diamonds.’

Weiss: My fakes! Tens of thousands of Lien were spent collecting diamonds, and other precious gems for my family. I brought approximately 67,000 Lien worth of diamonds with me to, Beacon!

Ruby: 67,000?! You had that much money kept in a simple latch lock box in our bathroom?!

Weiss: Well the fuck does that matter now?! 67,000?! I’ve got less than three grand of real diamonds in that chest! My father bought fakes! Millions of Lien worth of fakes!

Pyrrha: Oh, so that’s why she’s so upset.

Nora: Yeah, it’d be like if I had a mountain of pancakes, and they were all foam…

Blake: That… Sounds like a, Nora analogy.

Pyrrha: She’s been having nightmares about it for the past week…

Ruby: It’d be like having a dream about eating chocolate chip cookies, and it turns they’re all oatmeal raisin…

BP: …

Pyrrha: So where’s, Yang?

Ruby: Hmm? Oh she was taking a engagement ring, Dad gave her mother foe, Jaune to grade it. She wanted to know if it had any worth to it.

Nora: Is she going to sell it?

Ruby: I think she said something about seeing if mom abandoned something else of value besides her, and dad.

Pyrrha: Ohh…

Blake: Uhh…

Weiss: …

Nora: Nice~!

Ruby: Yeah… Yang’s mom is… is something else…

Yang: And, a fucking idiot~!

Ruby: Yang, you’re back!

Pyrrha: Hello, Yang, good news I take it?

Yang: Hell yeah~! Jaune just apprised this wedding ring I have, and he gave me one hell of a price on it~!

Pyrrha: Oh, how much?

Yang: Well, Jaune described it as a: Light yellow diamond, Class Z. 3 carats in weight. Custom Cut. Valued at approximately, 30,000 Lien~!

Pyrrha: Oh my gods…

Ruby: W-W-What…?!

Nora: How many pancakes could I eat with that…?

Weiss: 3-3-30,000…?! M-My diamonds were nearly 70,000. Then, Jaune graded them, a-and it turn out most of them were fake! A-And, I only have 3000 Lien… and, you just go there with some rinky dink ring… and it’s worth ten times that?!

Yang: Yeah, pretty much.

Weiss: …

Weiss: Ah-ha…? Ha. Hahahaha! Ahh-hahahahahaha!

RBYNP: …

Weiss: AHH-haaaaaaa…

Ruby: Got you, Weiss!

Nora: Whoops, she fainted again…

Pyrrha: Again?

Blake: Yeah, she fainted yesterday when she found out, how, and why, Jaune was super rich.

Pyrrha: I best ask him about that…

Blake: Don’t touch his rocks, he’ll gut you if you try.

Pyrrha: W-What…?

Nora: So, Yang; You gonna make a pretty penny, or are you going to keep that?

Yang: Yep~! I’m gonna keep it though. There’s too much sentimental value to get rid of it.

Ruby: Are sure about that…?

Yang: I’m sure; besides if, Jaune picks me as one of his wives, I’m gonna ask him to give it to me as my engagement ring.

Ruby: Oh, that’s ni… Wait! Y-You want become, Jaune’s wife?!

Yang: Well, one of them, I don’t really mind sharing.

Ruby: But, why? Why do you want to marry, Jaune?

Yang: I’ll admit it, I’ve always had a thing for, Jaune. He’s cute, caring, supportive, handsome, and just a really sweet person… I wasn’t going to act on my feels, I was going to let them fade away because, Pyrrha had claim on him, and I’m not the kind of girl to steal another girls man. But, since he’s more, or less open game because of the harem thing… Well, I’ve decided to throw my hat in the ring. Unless… You don’t want me to, Pyrrha…?

Pyrrha: Shoot… I owe, Nora fifty Lien…

Nora: Whoo! Pancake money!

Yang: Wait, did you make a bet on me?

Pyrrha: On whether, or not you liked, Jaune. I bet against, and lost. I just though he wasn’t your type.

Yang: Well, he is! So… Do you mind…?

Pyrrha: Not at all, I wouldn’t mind you joining us at all.

Yang: R-Really?!

Pyrrha: However, it’s his choice to make not mine. So, good luck winning him over.

Yang: Sounds fun~! So, speaking of you, and Jaune~!

Pyrrha: What about it?

Blake: What was it like?

Pyrrha: Oh, that? Well, do you really want me to tell you what happened, or do you want to find that our yourself~?

Yang: Mmmmm… Nooo… I rather be surprised really…

Blake: But, since he put you out of commission for a while; I’d like to know what to expect.

Ruby: Well I don’t! Bye!

(Slam!)

Yang: Good. She’s not ready for such things…

Pyrrha: Well, you know about his tongue, and how long it’s is~!

BY: Yes…

Pyrrha: Well, lets just say he can get it really deep inside of you: Really deep~!

Blake: How deep…?

Pyrrha: Oh, you’ll feel how deep he can get it~!

Blake: And, what is it like, is it more human, or is more faunas…?

Yang: Faunas?

Blake: Depending on the faunas, they sometimes have more… animal bits.

Yang: S-Seriously?! I thought that was some sort of racist talking point?!

Blake: Yeah… There’s a bit of truth to every stereotype. We don’t like to talk about it, because its… It’s just uncomfortable to talk about for all of us.

Yang: I-Is, Jaune like that…?!

Nora: Nope! It’s a perfectly normal human penis!

BYP: …

Yang: H-How do you know that…?

Pyrrha: Nora, likes to peek on us in the shower…

Yang: Oh, okay… So, uhh… what is it like?

Pyrrha: I’ll just say this… He’ll ruin you for all other men, forever, and you’ll love it~!

BY: NICE!!!

~~~

Ruby: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Hi, Ruby.

Ruby: How goes the gem collecting?

Jaune: I’ve found some interesting gems, like this one.

Ruby: Whoa… That’s beautiful… What is this…?

Jaune: That is a, Moss Agate Opal. One of my sister’s likes to wear these, so I got it for her.

Ruby: Aww, how sweet of you.

Jaune: I may like my stones, but I love my family even more…

Ruby: You don’t sound so certain on that.

Jaune: Depends on the stones…

Ruby: Okay…

: Excuse me, would you take a look at this?

Jaune: Oh, of course! Allow me to… Well hello there~!

Ruby: What is it?

Jaune: Oh, aren’t you a beautiful little thing~!

Ruby: Is that a sapphire?

Jaune: Hmm?! No! No not even close.

Ruby: Then what is it?

Jaune: While it may appear like one, but this isn’t anywhere close to a sapphire.

Ruby: Then what is it?

Jaune: Tanzanite, one of the rarest gems you can find. It doesn’t have the same value as a diamond, but they can only be found in one place, hence the rarity. And, considering where that is, they tend to hoard them.

Ruby: Where’s that?

Jaune: Menagerie. Isn’t that right, Miss…?

: Sienna, Sienna Khan, High Leader of the White Fang.

Jaune: Hmmm. Well, this is certainly one fine introduction letter. So, what can I do for you, Miss Khan?

Sienna: Oh so many things, my King. Oh so many things~!

[wronggalaxy]

The urge to cut off like 99% of my friends is constantly growing.

1) They keep calling me slurs(I'm literally OK with being called a faggot and tranny by the ones who also fall under those slurs, but somehow not wanting to be called a cripple, by able-bodied people no less, is somehow toxic???)

2) They make fun of me for having to have my phone on 'light mode' even though I've explained a billion times I literally CAN NOT SEE THE TEXT OR PICTURES OTHERWISE

3) They constantly mix up my lazy eye and strabismus and say it makes me look like a token idiot from movies(I wonder fucking why?! Could the answer maybe, possibly, be ableism in the film industry?!)

4) They take my cane without asking which I don't really mind when I'm sitting down but they'll literally take it while I'm standing and leaning against it, knowing I'm a severe fall risk and that falling is extremely dangerous for me, which they also make fun of

5) They treat me like I'm being ridiculous because I'm upset that after 13 years of modern, contemporary, and classical ballet and 2 of tap and hip hop I can no longer dance at all(not even with my arms as they tire easily or my head cause moving it too much triggers tic attacks)

6) They refuse to slow down for me when walking to class, even on staircases, but also get mad when I don't walk with them(not to mention walking alone is dangerous for me for multiple reasons)

7) They treat my absence seizures as if they're not serious because they don't involve shaking on the ground and said it's basically just dissociation(which they also get mad at me for doing)

8) They call me dramatic for having trauma responses to things like cars back firing and plastic water bottles popping even though they know I have untreated PTSD from my house being shot up by my neighbor when I was 11

9) One of them gets angry at me if I'm upset about being called a slur because "they're just telling the truth"

10) I told them that I want to go by Nora-Zachary and They/Them this year instead of my old 'preferred name'(it was never my preferred name I just had to pick the first name that came to my head the first day freshman year so I wouldn't be called my deadname) and He/They, but only one has complied on pronouns and no one has on my name

11) They laugh and call it 'cute' on days where my rhotacism, struggle to verbalize, and/or accent(both regional and autism accent)are more prominent

12) A couple have said I don't have a lisp, which is true, but what they actually meant is that I don't have a speech impediment(literally why do able-bodied people think only lisps and stutters exist, I'm pretty sure rhotacism is one the most common articulation impairments along with lisps and lambdacism, yet not even my parents know what it's called)

And like a billion other things too. Being around them is quite literally making me more suicidal. But IDK. Do I just need to suck it up? Is this as good as it gets? Before literally a year ago I only had 3 friends, and before 2 years ago I had 0, so I don't know what's acceptable.

[marcmarcmomarc]

To me there seems to be a criteria RWBY characters have to meet in order to make an appearance in RWBY Chibi.

1. They must be easy to make into a chibi.

2. Their personality must be easy to comedically exaggerate.

3. Their voice actor must be within the show’s budget.

4. They have to make sense, since RWBY Chibi is set in a timeline where Beacon Academy never fell.

So remember to recite this to the people insulting CRWBY for “not knowing how to use their characters for Chibi”. It’s obnoxious enough that they think Chibi is better than the main show (Gee, I wonder why), but this almost rivals it.

1. Don’t quote me on this one in case I’m wrong, but I remember CRWBY stating that translating the models from the main show into cute tiny chibi designs is not easy.

2. The chances of someone like Salem being in Chibi are next to zilch. How can they take someone who isn’t supposed to be funny, who is only present in the darkest of scenes, who is a force of nature more than just a simple villain, and comedically exaggerate her into a funny chibi? You look at who’s already in the show, and you can see how it’s easy to believe they’re still the same character, despite the exaggerations. Weiss’ brattiness, Yang’s puns, Jaune’s butt-monkey status, Nora’s crush on Ren, Pyrrha’s crush on Jaune, Ozpin’s obliviousness and treatment towards his students, Oobleck’s craziness, Port’s attempts at manliness, Winter’s militaristic attitude, Emerald wanting Cinder to love her like a daughter. What is there to comedically exaggerate about Salem? Of course, not that nothing Salem has done hasn’t been funny (I mean, she took a dive into a pool of Grimm like she was in the Olympics), but what can they exaggerate personality-wise, I mean?

3. And even if they can make a comedic Salem work, RWBY Chibi has a smaller budget than the main show, and Jen Taylor is an expensive voice actor. Cherami Leigh being another one, so Chibi Ilia doesn’t stand a chance.

4. And for anyone who’s that upset over the lack of Chibi Oscar, again, RWBY Chibi is set in a timeline where Beacon Academy never fell. If Beacon doesn’t fall, Ozpin doesn’t get killed. If Ozpin doesn’t get killed, he doesn’t reincarnate. If Ozpin doesn’t reincarnate, Oscar never leaves his farm, meets the main characters, and trains to become a Huntsman. So what the heck can they do with a Chibi Oscar?

So, long story short, the complaints about the character use in RWBY Chibi get under my skin, and these are what I think are the reasons many characters aren’t present.

[strange-calathea]

Okay one other person expressed interest so I'm gonna do it :3

The wilds headcanons, ships, and predictions for how the next season might have gone if it wasn't cancelled!

⚠️ Spoiler warning! ⚠️

Obviously starting with the girlss<3

Now of course I love shoni and leatin, I think we all do however I am a multishipper and a huge fan of dotin they would so live together after everything and it would be adorable!!!

Aromantic Rachel is also sooo real to me she's pretty much the only one of them that I don't remember saying anything about romance?

Also there's Nora who I'm really just unsure about she scares me a little :3 I do LOVE her outfits tho the pants that look like skirts are fucking awesome!!! Also love the way she subtly directs everyone shes sooo manipulative<3

Martha might be the exception to the all of them are queer thing she's like the group ally

This is not to say I don't absolutely LOVE her character I love Martha soo much I loved the arc with her becoming the group hunter and then the bunny thing and just UGH I love it all

Also she def has weak ankles this doesn't really matter but I also have weak ankles so I'm projecting it onto her

Also about Shelby being the new confederate, I saw someone somewhere wondering why she would do that so I really wanna explain that since I totally get it. Of COURSE she would want to stay on the island it's where she learned what love REALLY is. It's the same reason she did nothing when she saw the boat.

Now the boysss they're sooo gay (and I might talk more about them than the girls I'm sorry there is a bias because I'm gay (also they have the craziest shit going on?? Most of the girls problems are discussed and dealt with in the show lol))

AND IM STARTING WITH HENRY I love him

he's an emo theatre kid he's def queer and I'm gonna project again, I hc him as omni <3

I also think Hen and Ivan would be a cute pairing & I think Ivan would constantly play the song emo boy by Ayesha Erotica to annoy him<3

RAF. YOU POOR BISEXUAL MESS. :(

I don't even really have more to say about him he just makes me sad

IVAN HOWEVER. I have soo much to say about him so first of all, he's gay, we know this

And to get ships out of the way, Ivan&hen and Ivan & Kirin are my favs

SO I wanna talk about the scene with him and Kirin because it's so hard to watch and it's so like???? So I just wanna explain how I see it, a young black gay boy catches his schoolmate crying over a former coach at their school because he was very close to this coach, but he recently got fired for doing blackface in the past (NOT excusing it, just to acknowledge that there is a CHANCE he has genuinely changed over time) assuming Kirin was upset because the coach was a father figure to him? We never get to see kirins family life but I feel like we can assume he's being raised by a single mother? And Ivan rightfully assumes Kirin is excusing the coachs actions but I think Kirin is just grieving because someone he looked up to turned out to probably be a bad person

And about why Ivan egged him on, sometimes when you live with everyone saying those things to you, you begin to just expect it. He was so convinced that somebody like Kirin COULD NOT dislike him for any other reason that he practically put the words in his mouth. And I am gonna defend Kirin because he's NOT an asshole ! I feel like I shouldn't have to explain any of this but I might as well atp, when someone expects the worst of you, you give them what they want. So to summarize: assumptions and misunderstanding caused their problems and I think they should talk it out

Okay since that also counted as my thoughts on Kirin it's time for my hcs for him!! Gaygaygay so gay love him & Ivan and he's very touchy and protective with Josh (see: his response to Josh setting himself on fire),,, I don't think it's requited tho. I also just love the way he doesn't hesitate to believe and defend Josh

To conclude my thoughts on Kirin, a community meme :)

Scotty & Bo get to share a section because they are practically attached at the hip

They are sooo in love and they're gonna spend their whole lives together :3 I also really love both of them their characters are so interesting and so special to me

Josh is the team ally, or he tries to be alternatively I will accept the idea that he's aro

And I'm not gonna talk about Seth because I'm not a trained psychologist! So I don't know wtf is going on there

However I do think that Nora might also be in the little radio station place Seth was in at the end of season2 unless it was like Gretchen's way of making sure he can't hurt anyone else? Just put him in his own little box then he can't fuck it up!

In conclusion, I love the wilds:3 and please tell ur thoughts and headcanons!! I would love to hear what other people think about this show or what I've said about it!!!

[cheerleaderman]

Iris Valor

A innocent looking boy with a love for machinery, despite his more friendly  appearance his rumored unique magic that has some steering clear .

Twst-The Moral potion(Hercules)

Personality

Mischievous, ambitious , private , observant, intelligent,stubborn, can just into new things quickly, more on the energetic side, quick learner, likes to find work arounds , gossip not one to go around saying things but can’t deny they’ll listen in.

Basic info

Age: 17

He/they

Voice claim: Eng- Shikanoin Heizou -Genshin impact JP- Manjiro sano - Tokyo revengers

Height: 166cm

Birthday: November 14

Class: 2-D

Dominant hand: Left

Hometown: ???-Island of woe in the care of STYX

Family: Travis Valor (father-deceased) Violet Stone (Mother-????)

Nickname: Axolotl(Floyd) Monsieur observateur (Rook) super villain (Idia) Rainbow/rain(Nora, Elara, Dion,Idia+other friends) Ortho only calls him by his first name

Favorite food/drink: cheese burgers, slushies , cheesecake

Hobbies/likes: tinkering with machines , mystery/stealth games, collecting ��items, studying ancient texts , fun earrings, stickers, lab coats, rainbows , sheep , cute stuff, trying new things

Dislike: Needles, being asked about his unique magic, sour candy, broccoli, the feeling of lipstick on his lips

Best subject: Ancient magic

Club: Flim appreciation 

Talent: deciphering Ancient text, typing/ writing quickly without making mistakes

Unique magic: Every last drop

Can drain the life energy out of any living thing he touches. When in use Iris will see a bottle slowly draining than represents how much energy is left in that person. Once it’s completely empty they person will die if not said person will feel extremely tired and weak depending how much was drained recovery is also dependent on this.If Iris is upset he can speed up the process.

He can also use it to just see how much life energy someone has left.

Iris hasn’t used his unique magic since he was 8 and refuses to use it. He will have to be heavily triggered into using it.

Now make haste

This must not waste

To say on top

You must drink

Till the very last drop  

More info

-Iris is mute so he communicates from a tablet, writing or sign language (In the game sense the voice would be coming out of the tablet, what he’s thinking/signing, If Iris is writing the other person will be reading what he wrote)

-deathly afraid of needles

-Has a great memory

-Has meet Og!Ortho before his death

- Idia and Ortho view Iris as a cousin and Elara sees him as a brother.

- Is referred to as cute and pretty ( Don’t fall for that innocent looking face-Idia)

- Their table was broken by people in an attempt to bully them during his first year and Iris got incredibly sad because the Shroud parents gifted it to him for getting into NRC. The others were pissed hearing what had happened but first they repaired the table with a bunch of new upgrades.

- started taking a liking to machines while look at some of Idia’s old blue prints and was given some of the unfinished or failed projects to tinker with. When Ms. Shroud learned about this she hoped on the opportunity to teach them.

- Their mother taught him how to read ancient texts and different languages before her disappearance

- His mom went on a work trip and never came back no one knows what happened to her

- Lab coats reminds him of his parents

-Meet Idia , Og!Ortho and Elara while they were sneaking to see the new kid and Iris ran into Idia sobbing because they were trying to give him shots.

-Iris always has some kind of snacks on them which Floyd will probably take if in the mood

-Since Iris is mute Vil changed up the audition for him a bit and asked Iris to reenact on of his scene through movement and facial expressions- A show don’t tell

- Iris was mainly interested in the behind the scenes of film production while joining the club

- Has a big collection due to dorm mates giving him their duplicates from blind boxes and things like that because they know he’ll take it.

- Idia calls Iris a super villain for how mischievous they can be. Like Idia called them a pet one time and the next day  Iris is playing his pre-teen playlist that he had deleted from a existence 

- Doesn’t take it to heart when others stay away from him

- One of his friends is from Pomefiore is named Yvonne and she basically just claimed them on site. She does his nails using them as a guinea pig for new designs but Iris likes them so doesn’t really care as long as she keeps them short.

-Bit of a Jack of all trades because they like trying new things

More about Iris

Outfits

Backstory

Iris was born in a research facility kinda like STYX. His father was teacher in charge of the other kids in the facility and his mother was a researcher studying ancient materials. He was known to be an intelligent child growing in interest in ancient texts like his mother.

When Iris was 5 he developed his unique magic while holding a plant seeing some kind of bottle that was draining. Telling his parents they were shocked and did their best to help Iris understand his magic given that their both magic less. During that time Iris caught the interest of the doctor who is in a different facility   offering to study Iris abilities. The parents refused getting a weird feeling from said doctors.

Over the next 3 years the doctor would continue to offer taking Iris in even trying to talk to Iris when his parents were away.  This scared Iris making him refusing to leave his parents side. Even after his mother’s disappearance he was basically glued to his father.

The day of his father death is something he’ll always remember.

Iris killed two people that day the Doctor and his father.

Father said that there would be some people visiting and that they needed to pack up some things. When they were leaving Iris saw the doctor come up behind his father.

The doctor stabbed his father with some needle and tried to drag him away. He used his unique magic, he had to get away from that man. Iris just wanted to weaken the man but from the distress he didn’t pay attention to the bottle draining quickly. Once the doctor let go he ran back to his father

With his father what ever the doctor injected into had his dad in pain. They tried to get to the place where they needed to go but Father couldn’t make it. The pain was unbearable , he was coughing up blood and he couldn’t move anymore so Iris used his unique magic so that his dad wouldn’t die in pain. The bottle was less than half full and was draining without Iris even doing anything.

Iris was later found by STXY.

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[novankenn]

He's a ... BARD!?!

Pyrrha slowly woke up, her sleep addled mind, relishing the warm and comfort she was surrounded by. Opening her eyes, her heart stuttered as he realized she was looking directly at Jaune's chest. Her mind began to race, trying to remember how she ended up in bed being cuddled by her crush.

Pyrrha snapped to sitting up straight, breaking Jaune's loose hold upon her waist as she heard the tell-tale click of a scroll picture being taken.

Pyrrha: Nora!

Nora: (Giggling) About time, Pyr-Pyr.

Pyrrha: (Blushing) Please don't share that!

Nora: You think this is bad? You should see the Bridal Carry pics!

Pyrrha: Bridal Carry (Covers her face in mortification as she remembered Jaune carrying her all the way to the Bullhead.) No.

Nora: They're cute and aside from a few asshats, most people are loving the pics, and congratulating you, so calm down Pyr-Pyr.

Pyrrha: I... (She feels a warm but calloused hand take hers.)

Jaune: You okay, Pyr?

Pyrrha: I...

Nora: So? How? Because I know it happened last night.

Pyrrha: I... I...

Jaune: She attended one of my shows.

Nora: Awesome!

Pyrrha: You knew about Jaune's singing?

Nora: Duh. Rennie and I are the ones that first took him to that little place! The owner helped us out while we waited for Beacon to open for the semester... so we introduced her to Jaune, and he showed off his talent.

Jaune: You still seemed upset, Pyr. Is there... (climbs out of bed and starts fumbling with his scroll...) I know how to make you feel better?

Nora: (Sporting a knowing grin) Ohhhh...

Pyrrha: What are you?

The sound of soft guitar and drums filled the dorm room, as Ren exited the bathroom...

Nora and Pyrrha swooned as Jaune's melodic voice was suddenly joined by Ren's angelic one. All Pyrrha's worries and trepidation melted away as she just sat on Jaune's bed, enjoying being serenaded.

Nora: (Waving a lit lighter over her head) ENCORE! ENCORE!

Jaune: (Chuckling) Maybe later, Nora.

Nora: BOOOOO!

Before Jaune could do anything else, Ren activated his scroll, and gave Jaune a wink as another melody of delicate piano, and drums filled the room...

Pyrrha's face became completely crimson, as Jaune continued singing while taking her hands and easing her off the bed.

/=/

Outside JNPR's dorm, the entirety of team RWBY stood in complete shock, well not really. Yang had a knowing smile, and Blake was unconsciously letting her shoulders sway with the melody. However Ruby was frozen in mid-knock, and Weiss's face was twisting into a visage of intense rage.

(Master Episode List)

[because-she-goes]

april showers

warnings: happy crying, pregnancy/fertility, swearing for like half a second. Enjoy!

It was a less than ideal scenario. Nora was currently in New York on a rather luminous April day. Matty was touring in South America with the boys doing the festival circuit. She had been sick all morning, her period was a week late and she now was starting to feel bloated as ever. She took a few pregnancy tests on a whim last night just to see if she really was going through what her body was trying to tell her. Then there it was in plain english, on all 3 tests. Positive. Her heart swelled at the idea of a little human inside of her, quietly growing, quietly loving her. She started to cry on the apartment floor, knees bunched together and hand over her face, a mile wide grin permanently fixed. She decided to wait until a reasonable hour in Brazil to tell Matty, not wanting to scare the poor guy in the middle of the night with her tears and watery voice. She had already started thinking about how cute this little love would be, Matty’s wild curls, her coffee brown eyes, his charm, her creativity… she couldn’t wait. She grinned that night as she slept, holding her belly - the maternal instinct already kicking in.

At 9am Brazil time, Matty’s phone woke him up. Rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat, he swiped to answer. “Hello? Gorgeous, why are you calling this early? Is everything okay? Are you safe?” immediately beginning to panic. Nora would get up at 10:30am on a good day, let alone 8am in the US.

“Hi Handsome… are you sitting by any chance? Have a bit of news for you…” She bit a corner of her lip nervously. A hand raked through her messy morning hair, a t-shirt of his hanging from her chest as she sat up on the edge of the bed, letting her bare legs dangle.

“Yeah, baby… Why? Please just come out and tell me already I promise whatever it is I wont be upset….” He trails off, ringing his hands together a little - a nervous tick.

“Fine….” an exhale. “Matty, I am pregnant.” In that moment, his world stops. Tears of joy flood his saddle brown eyes, his mind now only imagining their child - running around a playground, birthdays, graduations, school recitals, college, relationships, music tastes, summers, vacations, parent-teacher meetings. He can’t believe it. He is gonna be a dad. He feels like he is in a dream floating above his body. A sniffle brings him back to her.

“Honey, I could not be more excited, more happy. You have made me the luckiest man on the planet. I love you, I love them. I am flying home as soon as I can. I can’t wait to see you, baby….holy shit we’re having a baby!!!” He exclaims, the thrill of it now catching up to him. The rest of the boys wake up and look at him like he has 1000 heads, “Nora’s pregnant!!” He yells at them. She is now crying on the other end of the phone call. He is gonna be the greatest dad, if he is this excited over just her telling him on a phone she can’t wait to see him in person. She hears the boys yell words of congratulations and good lucks to her from Matty’s end, them hugging him and celebrating as a unit. Sometimes it is like she has 4 husbands she thinks with a laugh, all of them so intertwined and interconnected in eachother’s lives. She can’t wait for this tiny little bean to meet their 3 uncles and aunt Charli and Carly.

A few hours go by and Matty is on a non-stop home to her. He had Jamie emergency book it, he just had to get home and see her - by plane, train or automobile. He is wearing whatever he could find the quickest in his cramped suitcase - his holy cross sweatshirt, a warm plaid jacket, his crossbody, jeans and his beloved gazelles. The whole way home he is thinking about the baby and Nora, the two halves of his heart. His plane thankfully lands without issue and he sprints across the airport to the rent-a-car desk. “Anything you have, my wife is pregnant!” He is telling everyone he physically can, a shit-eating grin greeting each and every last one of them. The kind older woman hands him a random pair of keys with a “free of charge, honey!” He thanks her in a flash and runs to find the vehicle. Of course, almost too perfectly, it is a mini-van. He jumps in, starts the engine and begins the drive into Manhattan, luckily its late, about 8pm so there is minimal traffic. Every minute that passes, Matty grows more and more impatient to see her. Traffic turns out not to be the issue, but stop lights. When he gets to his 8th red light in a matter of 15 minutes he accepts defeat. Pulling the car into a parking deck and giving a kid the keys and a $50, he gets onto the sidewalk. Only 2 miles away, oh this is cake! He’s run more than that while fucking high and hungover! He doesn’t even realize the clouds darken, or the rain starting, not the thunder, not the lightning, none of it. A cold, spring storm reigns down on the city. His feet carry him the 2 miles in a matter of minutes, that's when he halts. In the middle of New York’s worst storm of the year, Matthew Timothy Healy - wet as water - is buying a dozen light pink roses from a street vendor. The $20 in his wallet is soaking wet, but the florist accepts it with a “thank you for your service!” Matty is off again, now taking olympic level strides down the wet concrete, a vice grip on the flowers. Sweatshirt and jacket now clinging to him and light blue jeans now nearly navy, forget the sneakers those feel like puddles at this point. People are dodging him, diving out of the way, some even clapping towards him or yelling words of encouragement sensing that it must be some big, romantic gesture - it is New York afterall.

Finally, reaching her building, hair practically glued to his forehead. He dries himself as best as he can thanks to a front desk girl handing him a few towels. Hair still wet, but just damp - like it normally looks after he’s showered and let it air dry. The girl takes his coat and sends it to the in house dry cleaner to get it cleaned properly. Making his way up to her apartment, he opens the door with the spare key she lent him ages ago. “Baby? Nora? You home?” He walks around quickly, the apartment so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Crossbody falling off his shoulder, wet shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor. He makes his way to their bedroom and sees his love laying on their bed, curled up with an arm over her stomach. Falling to his knees over the sudden realization that it is now the three of them instead of two in this apartment. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and the sound of a choked cry wakes her. She had just laid down after cleaning the apartment all day, absolutely zonked at 9:15pm. A true mom, she thinks before closing her eyes. She hears a muffled sob and her eyes shoot open. It takes her a bit, but then she sees them. His perfectly messy curls wet from the rain, eyes glassy as he takes her in, the flowers hang by his waist.

“Baby… I love you. No matter what you decide to do, I am fully beh-“

“Matty, I’m keeping it. I wanna make you a Dad, have wanted to do that since I was 26. I love you, they will love you. You’ll be the greatest father. I mean for god's sake, you were in a whole other continent 12 hours ago and flew home and they aren't even here yet!” She says towards him, opening her arms for a cuddle. This is all music to his ears, he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest and divide itself amongst the three of them.

“God, you’ll be a good mom… so caring, so supportive, so loving. I can’t imagine this little human coming into the world with a better woman to guide them.” He tells her truthfully, now getting up and walking to their bed. He takes off his wet clothes and leaves them in a heap in a corner somewhere to wash and dry later. Getting into bed, he hugs her and kisses along her hairline, down her nose and finally to her lips. It is warm, sweet and comfortable.

“And I couldn’t imagine them having a better Dad, Handsome…” she whispers, relaxing into his arms that enrobe her and her belly protectively.

— 3 MONTHS LATER —

“Handsome, we are gonna be late if you don’t get a move on!” Nora calls from their kitchen, now in London on a July afternoon. They have learned they’re expecting a January baby next winter - right after the new year. Today however, they have their first of many ultrasounds, this one being the one that reveals the sex of the baby. Matty runs a comb through his hair one last time, it's a big moment, he is a bit nervous to be honest - constantly fixing himself and his clothes and his hair. The boys have all started taking guesses. Team girl is: Nora, Ross, George and Carly. Team boy is: Adam, Charli, Jamie and Sam. Matty is fine either way, a blessing regardless of the child’s biological features. Nora is wearing an above-the-knee length, flowing yellow sundress and some sandals as it is hot in London today, Matty decided to match and wear a yellow button up with some brown slacks and sneakers. They look like your typical cliche excited new parents - it is sickeningly cute.

They make it to the OBGYN office and the aids get Nora in a gown. Matty asks if he can bring his camcorder in - for documenting everything (yes, he has become that type of Dad now). The nurses oblige finding it sweet how supportive he is being, asking Nora if she is comfortable or nauseous every 15 minutes. They put the jelly on her lower stomach and now in front of the two new parents is the ultrasound video. Matty holds Nora’s hand in anticipation and films with the other, giving her hand a squeeze of assurance. She’s been nervous about this for weeks. The first thing they see is the tiniest little hand reaching out to them. Then a side profile of a face, then a belly and all 4 limbs. Holding their breath still, the nurse goes to look at the baby’s brain which she remarks is developing womderfully, and finally the heart. The thing Nora has been dying to hear since April. The sweet nurse asks if they would like to hear it beat and almost before she can finish the question, Nora is nodding yes quickly. Matty chuckles at her eagerness. Then they hear it: perfectly lively, a quick steady heart rate, no murmurs or unusual noises. A perfect sounding fetal heartbeat. They sigh in relief. Nora cries and thanks whatever being exists that their baby is perfectly healthy - loving them regardless yet still grateful for the clean bill of health. Matty is speechless, in awe over how his Nora is growing and being essentially the sole life force of another human being and she isn’t even breaking a sweat.

“And finally, the sex of the baby… would you both like to find out?” Matty lets out a “Yes, absolutely!”

“Well, I am delighted to say it is a baby girl. Congratulations to the both of you! And she is in perfect health!” Matty and Nora are now fully crying, holding eachother tightly as they happily sob. A little girl. A mini Nora. Matty’s a girl dad now, he thinks in amazement. Nora is over the moon, a baby girl. The two of them hold onto one another until theyre calm again and even then, they look at eachother and giggle like school children. “We’re gonna have a daughter!” Matty says to her in a half-whisper. “A little girl!” Nora replies, cheekbones aching.

That evening, the two of them fall asleep while going back and forth thinking of girl names they like. Imagining their daughter and debating who’d she be more like or who’s traits she’d have. Nora’s artistic ability, Matty’s musical one, his voracious appetite for books, her sense of self and confidence.

Matty suggests Ida. Nora thinks Frida or Georgia. “What about Joni or Jude?” “How do you like Mona Lisa?” That gets a laugh. “I have always liked Amelia!” “Oh, I knew a girl in school who was a bitch named Amelia.” This goes on for what feels like hours.

Until one comes to mind. Nora shoots up remembering a song Matty used to play on guitar when they were dating. When they would be in Central Park, cuddled in blankets as they compared constellations…

“Matty, do you still know that Bon Iver song… the one you used to play me on your acoustic?” She asks, head jerking toward him wide eyed.

The song comes back to him in an instant. His favorite from 22, A Million. “Yeah, of course why?” He asks, seeing the gears turn in her head.

“Claire. Claire Healy.” He sighs, already in love with how the two names leap out of her grinning lips.

Claire. Meaning bright or clear. Bright like the sunny days they've spent together over the years, bright like the guiding lights they have been in each other’s lives, bright like the sun shining on that April morning. Clear like how they can hear their name being called by the other even in the middle of a party, clear like how their schedules are whenever the other needs them, clear like how obviously they knew they loved the other without ever knowing them.

“Claire.” She answers back, smiling at how beautifully it sounds in his voice.

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 12: Hannah's Deer Problem

 “Hey, Fanhannahs.” said Hannah to her live stem. She was next to Janice who was sitting in a chair. “Today we have a special guest for our makeup tutorial.” she added. 

“Janice from the Electric Mayhem did a surprise pop-in to get a makeover,” said Hannah. 

“Oh, like, hi!” said Janice with a smile on her face. The black haired female chuckles as she get some makeup and a brush. 

“Okay, so, first, we’re gonna go in with some light shadow. Just to open the eye a little bit.” said Hannah. 

“Like opening up your heart to your sister” replied the blonde female. 

“Okay. To get the perfect blend, what you’re gonna wanna do is…” Hannah started to say before getting cut off. 

“You mean like how sisters blend perfectly?” asked Janice. 

“Okay” chuckled the black haired female. “So, you clearly have an agenda and I refuse to acknowledge it.” she added.  

“So, how about we just slap on some lipstick and call it a day?” said Hannah as she put the makeup away and grabbed the lipstick. 

“Kind of like how sisters need to lipstick together?” replied Janice. 

“Okay, that one didn’t even make any sense” replied the black haired female as she turned to the blonde female. 

She notices the camera is still on and nervously chuckles. “I mean, smash that like button and hit subscribe” Hannah said as Janice nodded her head. “Bye” they both said to the camera. 

Hannah stops the live. She turns to the blonde female with a frown on her face. 

“Wow. That was, like, so informative.” said Janice. 

“Okay, I get it. Nora sent you” replied the black haired female. 

“Well you can just go back and tell her to forget it.” she added. 

“No, I came here on my own” replied the blonde female. “See, my life’s mission is to bring people together,” she added as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, remember when the Rolling Stones broke up?” Janice asked. 

“The Stones never broke up” replied Hannah. 

“That’s because I kept them together,” replied the blonde female. 

“Okay, honestly, I don’t need my sister. So, just drop it” replied the black haired female, upset. 

“For sure,” replied Janice. 

“No, actually. My life is better without her” replied Hannah. 

“For sure,” replied the blonde female. 

“So, we’re good here?” asked the black haired female. 

“For sure,” replied Janice. 

“Okay. Is that a “For sure” as in, you give up or a “For sure” where you’re just humoring me?” asked Hannah. 

Janice gets up. “For sure,” she whispers. The blonde female leaves. Hannah looks confused.

In the basement of the Shack, the band was getting ready to start playing some music. “Kesha, hi! Wow. We’re just so…” Nora started to say. 

“Wow. You’re actually here to collab, in person, with the band.” she added. “It’s honestly. It’s just…Wow” Nora said. 

“Anything for Lips” replied Kesha as she hugged Lips. “He’s the one that told me to drop the dollar sign out of my name,” she added. 

“Aww, Tik Tok. I don’t know nothing about that” replied Lips. 

“Cool. Cool, cool.” replied Nora. 

“All right, let’s lay it down,” she said. Moog was standing next to her. 

“Yep, Mayhem meets modern pop. We need something catchy and cute.” said Label Lady. 

“About that, I did a deep dive into the lyrics. If you break it down, Rocking Robin’s story is so tragic” replied Kesha. Nora’s smile falls. 

“Oh no” replied Janice. 

“Think about it,” replied the woman. “Rockin’ in the treetops all day long.” Is that his choice or society’s?” she asked. 

“So deep,” replied Zoot.

“I guess Kesha just imploded my brain and broke my heart” replied Dr. Teeth. 

“That is what we’re gonna do with this song,” replied Kesha. Solemn music starts playing as the group sings. After the song ends, the band starts crying. 

“Cool” said Nora, a bit panicked. 

Next was Ziggy Marley, he and the band were playing reggae music. “Ready?” asked Ziggy before he started to sing. 

Nora looks happy now. “Now, we’re talking!” she said. Suddenly the music stops. 

“Yo, I’m sorry” Ziggy Marley said. “I can’t go on. My heart is broken” he added. 

“Oh, wow, like, that was a lifetime ago, Zigmund.” replied Janice. 

“I’m sorry,” he replied before he left. 

“What happened?” asked Label Lady. 

“In her day, Janice broke a lot of hearts” replied Moog. 

“Tweedle-lee-dee” said Animal as he tapped the small drum. 

Next was Dead Mouse, he turned on some distorted electronic version of Rockin’ Robin. Nora claps. Janice walks by with a mouse headset that looks like her with mouse ears and no hair. 

“Wow. It’s, like, so dark in here.” said the blonde female. 

Lips mumbles something. The band had the same headset as Janice but they looked like themselves. “Hello?” asked Janice. 

“It's so hot, I’m gonna pass out” said Floyd before he fell on Dead Mouse’s computer setup, stopping the music. 

“Really, guys?” asked Dead Mouse as he took off his headset. He sniffs. “Oh, fresh air. Why do I even wear this thing?” he asked. 

Floyd Pepper groans while on the floor. “Little help” he said. The red haired male’s back hurts like hell due to a large scar on his back. 

“Tweedle-lee-dee” said the drummer as he looked up at Dead Mouse. 

Meanwhile, Teeth take off the headset and take some deep breaths of fresh air. His breathing was very heavy, as if he was having a panic attack. He has a flashback to a memory he wishes he could forget. 

It was dark and cold, he was in a cage with a huge shock collar on. Teeth looks around and the horror he sees, he can not forget. Wereanimals in cages, some alive, some dead, and some hurt. The smell of blood, dirt, and death filled the air. His breathing was heavy when he heard a voice from the top of his cage. 

“Frog, you say that this one is going to be the best for our business. Right?” said the person on top. His voice was deep growl like, and sounded a bit old. He could hear a hiss from them too. 

“Yes, he will. As long as his bandmates don’t find out his location” replied Constantine. The doc suddenly snaps out of the flashback when Lips gently grabs the ginger haired male’s shoulder. 

“You okay?” asked the blonde male. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, sweetheart” he replied before giving Lips a kiss on the cheek. The trumpet player blushes as he nods his head. 

Next, mellow hip hop music was playing. They were rapping. Well, mostly Lips, Zoot, and Animal along with the rapper. Lips was doing a great job at mumble rapping. 

“Yes,” said Nora with a big smile on her face. 

Later, it was now night. On a stereo, they play the mumble rap from earlier. 

“Hey, listen, I don’t think the band is diggin’ any of this” said Moog to the black haired female. 

“Really? They seem happy to me” she replied as she looked at the band then at the blacked haired male. 

“Hey, guys, are you feeling this?” Nora asked the band. 

They agree. “We did it!” replied Floyd as he raised his hand. 

“See? Happy” the black haired female said to Moog. 

“Yeah, they’re always happy. Here watch” replied Moog as he grabbed a fork. 

“Hey guys, look. I got a fork” he said as he showed the band the fork. 

They all cheer. “You did it!” replied Floyd Pepper as he raised his hand again. 

“See? If you look past their blind enthusiasm, you can tell that they’re just like, “what?” said the black haired male to the Label Lady. 

“Let’s be honest. This isn’t their opinion, it’s yours” she replied. 

“No,” he replied. “Look, Janice agrees. She’s staging a walkout” Moog said as he pointed at the blonde female. 

“No, I’m just meeting a friend for yoga” Janice replied as she held her yoga mat in her arms. “But I love how mumbly we sound,” she added before leaving. 

“Look, I get that you know everything about the band, but I know this business. This rap song is the best thing for them” said Nora. 

“But this isn’t even their sound…” he started to say. 

“Hey, I appreciate the input, but this is my call.” the black haired female cut him off. 

“Okay. So, if you really wanna help me, hook me up with a copy to play for Penny.” she added. 

“Got it?” Label Lady asked. 

“Got it,” replied Moog. Suddenly Zoot took a picture of Moog. “Got it” the dark blue haired male said. The mayhem fan blinks his eyes from the flash. 

Meanwhile upstairs, Lewis was in his room. The ginger haired boy was reading his book as his little sister slept. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” said Lewis. His father walked in. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked as he sat next to his son. 

“Reading my book. I’m glad that daddy got me this book to read on the road.” replied his son with a smile. 

“Good, good.” replied Teeth with a smile. He took a deep breath before speaking. 

“Lewis, I know that I haven’t spent a lot of time with you and Annie. You know due to the tour, band, making the album, and more.” he said. 

“Yeah, I know that you have little time with us at times but you always make it up, dad. You, papa, and daddy try your best to give us everything we want, all the love, and time for us.” replied Lewis. 

“You know what, how about tomorrow or later in this week, we could spin the day as a family?” asked the doc. 

“Yeah, I like that plan” replied the ginger haired boy. 

“Good” replied Teeth as he kissed his son’s forehead and got up. He got up and left the room. Lewis smiles before returning to his Jurassic Park book. 

[fundiesimsfamily]

Dear diary,

Today was a very, very disturbing day. The visit of Chester Fowler wasn't good. Nora found out, I think because of Gertrude, that David had feelings for her. Oh, what a mess he made. And I made. I was the one talking about it to Gertrude. I never should have. I'm the reason that Fabian is now upstairs, probably upset. I feel so guilty. If there only was a way to help him. But I don't know how.

And David. He has a very though desicion to make. If he starts courting Nora he will hurt Fabian even more. If he won't start courting her, she will be heartbroken. I wouldn't know what to do either in that situation. I feel for him.

With everything going on I almost forget the happy news. Luna and Hudson are in a courtship. I'm so happy for her. She told me that he came with the proposal to start courting. She didn't know what to do. At the end it was clear. She liked him but wanted to know him better. Well, that's what courtship is for. And now they are courting. I hope they will get married some day.

In some way, we are now family. My brother is engaged to the sister of her boyfriend. How cute.

Love, Bethany

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