#i mean i'm going to go somewhere but you can eat ice cream in my honor wherever you are

[mylittleredgirl]

all right everyone here's the plan! please eat ice cream on thursday for my birthday <3

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS *  assorted dialogue from the book by ali hazelwood, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.

i do reserve the right to comment on your abysmal taste in men.

maybe i am unloveable.

i'll annoy you all the time.

not having a life comes in handy sometimes.

there will only be one bed.

it doesn't matter what it says.

how many times have you done this?

i'd rather buy you anything else.

what you have now, it will have to be enough.

maybe you just pull out the best in me.

i am very happy to pay for however much sushi you want to eat.

to be fair, i don't like people in general.

you probably don't like ice cream anyway.

you just had to go and make me fall for you. you absolute ass.

my favorite color is green, after all.

you don't seem to remember that we first met years ago.

i'm going to kill you if you say another word about the woman i love.

you can fall in love. someone will catch you.

did you just kiss me?

i'll come find you, and i'll take care of you.

expiration dates are for the weak.

i like no one, absolutely no one, but i liked you from the start.

is there anything i can do for you?

is there something you need? name it?

if i have it, it's yours.

what does it really say?

this might be inappropriate but... you are extraordinary.

you've clearly never seen a rom-com or read a romance novel in your life.

i know it's scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care.

what do i always tell you?

[name], are you okay?

you mean you've done this before?

i asked if i could kiss you, and you said yes.

i'm pretty sure i heard you say yes.

i'm so glad i finally scrounged up the courage to ask you out.

he was a prick.

how did you convince him?

we could never do that.

people who date, they... talk. a lot. more than just greetings in the hallway.

a good kiss will do that. it makes a girl forget herself for a while.

my heart may be broken, but my brain is doing just fine.

sounds like fun, no?

i am going to take care of this.

i've never been surer of anything.

that is going to have to be enough.

i think that somewhere along the way i forgot that i was something.

this is my life now.

maybe one day you'll even let me tell you.

don't tell them anything until we get you a lawyer.

what kind of question was that?

yes, i'm an insensitive ass.

it's hard to stick around without a good reason to do so.

i have a question. a specific research question.

i don't trust anyone else to do it.

we should go get our flu shots.

it will be fine, [name]. and it not, at least it will be over.

a heart will break even more easily than the weakest of hydrogen bonds.

i have access to your google calendar.

if you don't want to hang out with me, you can just be honest.

pay attention, sweetheart.

why do you keep saying that?

[empressgetou]

A LIFETIME

shinichiro x girlfriend reader

at the age of 25, shinichiro still feels like a highschooler whenever he's around y/n. he gets shy by the thought of her and sweats like buckets when she's near him. can y/n really blame him though, she is his greatest love or what he says.

today, however is just a bit extra for shin, he had thought about it for days. he thinks it's finally time for him to man up finally and propose to his one true love after all these years of being a wimp.

he couldn't even understand himself why he still feels this way towards her, they have known each other when they were still little kids and yet his feelings is just as the way it was since then. he was just too whipped.

it was any normal day in highschool, shin with his 3 trusted friends and y/n currently having their lunch at the rooftop.

"i'm definitely gonna ask that girl on a date in the other class." shin decided to break the glass earning snickers from his friends while y/n just listened to their conversation.

"that's literally the 20th girl you've tried to date over our highschool years. there's no way she's even going to talk to you." waka jumps into conclusion.

"one more strike and you're out man." takeomi added.

"graduation is just around the corner shin, who knows maybe after this, that girl s'gonna go somewhere far away or something, you never know." benkei reasoned.

"somewhere far away from him that's for sure." again, waka teased his friend and they all laughed again earning a pout from their leader.

"yeah, you laugh your hearts out idiots. i'm gonna be laughing at your face once she says yes. and besides i'm pretty confident about this one. just the other day, i saw a letter at my locker and i tell you man, she was their looking at me holding the letter. i'm sure it was her." that made y/n stiffened but pretended to be normal still eating her lunch.

"just because you saw her doesn't mean it was actually her who wrote you the letter."

"besides since when did you get letters anyway???"

"you guys are too much for me. leave a man and his future love blossom be alright? and duh it's not only you who receives letter waka!"

"so, where'd ya wanna go after shin?"

"ahh... sorry y/n i thought well maybe you should go home first?"

"hmm, why– oh you guys having a meeting? i could wait for you."

"uhmm actually i was going to meet maya, you're classmate, who sent me letters, you remember?"

yeah, no that wasn't maya who sent the letters. she thought.

little to shinichiro's knowing, those letters were actually from y/n. well y/n isn't going to tell him that sooner, she just recently realized that she have feelings for his best friend. for years of being in denial, she finally accepted how she truly feels. but like an idiot he is, he thought it was someone else's letter of confession for him.

"uhuh yeah that girl hehe. okay, i'll see you later?"

"uhmm then after that i'm also having a meeting with the guys, sooo tomorrow?" he sheepishly said rubbing the back of his neck.

"oh yeah it's cool. it's the weekend anyway, i'll bring dorayaki for manjirou." she says sweetly and bid her goodbyes.

"you can take care of yourself on the way home right?" he asked worriedly and catches up to her holding her elbows that sparked her heart with the sudden touch.

"mmm yeah, i'll be fine. s'not like i'm gonna get in trouble while walking or anything." they both laughed.

"sure. i'll see you tomorrow. text me when you got home, sweet!"

"i will! and tell me all about your date after!"

y/n went to get ice cream before she sulked into her bedroom at home and when she's about to turn into their street she heard some thugs calling out to her.

"hey you!" she whipped her head to where the noises of bikes came from.

"you're with that black dragons leader?" asked the man who seems to be annoyed and is with a few bunch of men behind him giving lustful looks that made y/n cringe at that sight.

is he tryin to insult me? if i were shin's girlfriend, i wouldve cried myself out every time. she thought pasting an annoyed look to the guy.

"yeah no, if i were, i would've told everybody i met on the streets"

"fiesty one eh, boys? that's what we like, a little challenge." they all snickered.

she was about to go on her way when she was pulled back suddenly by the man making her look up to him.

"it's best if you release me before i do something unbearable to you." making her glare at him and made the men bursted into laughter as if they were being threatened by a kitten.

he was about tighten his grip onto her when a loud roar of engine was heard and stopped right in front of them.

she saw a familiarity of the wheels and a figure of a man, who looks exactly like her in male version, got out of it making her sigh thinking it'll be a full of scolding later back at their home.

"why don't you scumbags scram before i crack your heads?"

the man holding the woman seemed to saw the tattoo by the neck of the man who just parked.

"it's a red spider lily gang." whispered the other men at the back.

"let's go." he unhanded his grip onto the woman and ran to his bike and drove away without looking back.

when they were out of sight y/n look back at him again only to see meet his glare towards her.

"get in the car." said the man, his brother called out and without any other word she went inside and went home.

the next day, y/n found herself walking up to her neighbors house. holding a few snacks which is mostly dorayaki and few strawberry flavored juices for the kids, specially mikey since he's a hungry kid.

stepping up inside their gates she heard a few voices by the dojo hall, she then went straight ahead and jirou, keisuke, and emma already seeing her figure making them shout.

"y/n you're here!"

"hiii y/n!"

"y/n did you bring dorayaki?"

she smiled and greeted the kids back as well as grampa who is busy teaching the other kids.

"is shin here?" she asked curiously not seeing the teen inside the dojo.

"he's probably in the garage again ditching my class." grampa grumbled.

she bid them goodbye as soon as possible since she doesn't want to bother their class and went to the garage. nearing the location she can already hear a frustrated clanking of the tools.

"keep that up and you're gonna ruin it." her sudden voice was heard making shin jump to surprise and whipping his head at the back making y/n giggle.

ah that laugh. he thought.

"watcha doing?" leaning to his side a little too close making shinichiro a but weird to his feeling.

"a-ah. you know just tampering here and there hehe." rubbing his nape

"or maybe sulking?" she teases.

"hey! yesterday was actually embarrassing you know! she told me it wasn't even her who sent me those letters."

"maybe because it was actually another person and you just assumed it was her." she suggested.

silence.

"are you suggesting that you knew who sent me those?"

"well i kinda have an idea who might be."

he stopped working and raises his head towards her urging her to continue.

"it was. it was me." she whispered so quietly just enough for the both of them could hear.

and now 7 years have gone by and shinichiro and y/n's relationship had never been better. emma, baji, and manjirou are already in highschool and has formed a gang, and their friends come by at their house every time.

he also met izana along the way and convinced him to stay and is now living with them for almost 3 years now. shin already retired from being a black dragon's leader but is still famous and well respected around. he already put up his motorcycle shop just around the block and is doing pretty good.

shinichiro would initiate to have a day out or a trip to the beach once every month and ends up everyone going with them. the girls are pretty close with y/n considering the girls either don't have an older sister, is the only girl or the youngest in their families. the boys too are head over heels for her making shin envy most of the time since she give attention more to the high school kids rather than him.

it's true that it was stressing managing to have a day out since y/n has to take care of some babies with him (mainly shinichiro ft. manjirou and izana bantering every now and then) but at the end of the day she would be looking at them happily and delightedly since they get to bond with everyone.

now back to their house, everyone is excited. emma and hinata are in charge of the food in the kitchen. yuzuha, senju, luna, and mana on the decorations.

mitsuya and draken on the grill outside and the others are just being a nuisance honestly. rindou on the other side of the house preparing for the music to be played later while his brother and their friends tryna distract him.

takeomi, waka, and benkei already started their drinking session but not too much for them to get drunk for later's main event.

shinichiro already instructed baji and was on his was to fetch y/n from the mall around 10 minutes ago. baji was told to act as if izana and mikey fighting again and ruined their beloved kitchen that made y/n worry.

shin looking at his surrounding seeing everyone having fun and getting ready for everything they needed swells his heart. he had been preparing for her birthday, he wouldn't let anything ruin this perfect day now. all he has to do now is actually prepare himself.

hearing a loud roar of engine signals baji and y/n's arrival making everyone stop what they were doing and going into their places switching off all the lights.

manjirou and izana can be seen outside because of the moon's shining, holding each others neck as if they were to kill each other at any point.

"guys seriously, i don't wanna deal with this right now. why don't we head inside and sort this out." y/n already annoyed and separated the two and proceeds inside the house.

darkness was the first thing she sees and nagged the three boys again.

"if the kitchen were burning why did you actually even bother to switch the light off and where's grampa?" already smelling the burnt food that emma had to prepare to make it believable.

she was about to flip the switch on when they all shouted.

"happy birthday y/n!!!"

"surprise!!!"

shock was all over her face and before she could utter a word, luna and mana already walking towards her with a cake in their hands that says, "happy birthday and congratulations y/n and shin!" that made her confused.

"huh?" looking around for her lover who was already kneeling behind her. surprised and her eyes are on the verge of tears at this point.

"make sure you make it short! we're already starving here!" manjirou butted in that made everyone laughing while shinichiro just ignored not letting him ruin his mood and proceeded his speech.

"to be honest, i'm really nervous that i already forgot what was i supposed to say here." staring into her eyes that earned a few chuckle from her and the others.

"y/n i never would've thought that my best friend since i was a kid would end up being my girlfriend as of today. i was always looking for a missing piece not knowing it was you all along that completes me. i'm thankful for you, for being there for me, by my side, supporting me, and helping me whenever i need. for always patching me up whenever i'm covered in bruises, but you scolding me is much more painful than those bruises i earned. y/n you are the love of my life, and because of you, you made my life a living fairy tale in this world full of nightmares and i'm talking about those two boys." he stopped for a moment and looked at his two brothers and they all snickered.

"y/n i promise to love you a bit more every single day of my life and take care of you and our family. it sounds cliché, but i want to spend the rest of my sunrise and sunsets with you, if you'd let me... y/n, sweetheart, the love of my life. will you mar-"

"yess!!! oh my god yesss!!" she hugged him while he was still kneeling making them plop down.

"you didn't even let me finished" they both laughed.

"i couldn't wait any longer. i will marry you shin." she smiled so sweetly and shinichiro insert the ring that fitted perfectly into her finger.

everyone clapped, shouted congratulations to the couple and confetti's popped all over the places. she look all over the place and saw grandpa sano and y/n's family in the back also mingling and clapping for both of them.

the three teenage sano's went forward and hugged them both tight congratulating and teasing their older brother making y/n laughed.

they both sure do have a lifetime to spend this fairy tale of a life with their little nightmares.

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[bitletsanddrabbles]

Stolen Child: A Much Needed Screaming Fit

Okay, so, as I said earlier - I'm fine. The story's fine. I'm not angry at anyone about anything or shouting at or accusing anyone of anything or any of that sort of thing that I might come across as somehow because I'm shouting and only sort of semi-coherently. I'm just shouting because I need to shout.

Basically, I've been feeling increasingly just…tired and tense? The temperature spike this weekend did not help at all, since I am not a heat person and it narfs my sleep. And my brain finally phrased last month as "I didn't have a single day off in August because every time I wasn't at work I was some stripe of not-feeling-well", at which point the rest of my mind and body went "YES EXACTLY!" and doubled down on the exhaustion and anxiety. I also have another routine medical appointment next Tuesday and something going on with my hand that looks kinda like ringworm, but doesn't act like ringworm (and how would I have picked up ringworm there?), which I will need to make another appointment for. Which means I really need to have a good, old fashioned, overstimulated three-year-old level melt down about something I care about, but that is not ultimately important to the universe and then go…I dunno. Maybe eat some ice cream and take a nap. Definitely with the napping.

Since Stolen Child is kinda the Big Craft Community Craft Thing right now and ranting about it could, conceivably, generate some useful dialogue which always results in Happy Brain Chemicals (useful right now!), we're going with that one. So if you feel like reading through the flailing mental health fail rant and giving advice, observations, feedback, or just patting me on the head and saying "Don't forget to breathe, dear. Air is important", go right on ahead. If you don't, eh. Not your job. Feel free to keep scrolling.

And now! Here we go! Ready, set - MELT DOWN!

This right here? Is a great comment. It's a lovely comment. I love informative comments like this! There's only one problem with it:

I SERIOUSLY NEEDED THIS INFO BACK WHEN I WAS PLANNING THE ORIGINAL STORY!

See, back in 2017, when I was first plotting this whole thing, my plan was to have him wind up…not heir. I seriously think he'd be happier doing like Tom and Henry and living at Downton, but running a clock shop somewhere and letting Mary run the estate and George be the heir. Thing is, I didn't know that was possible just like that. I hadn't made any of my UK fan-friends at the time (heck, I don't think I had this account yet?). As I have mentioned a million times, I fail at research, although I have been slowly getting a bit better with help. So at the time I thought that an Earl's son became the heir, no questions asked, and no options unless they abdicated which was fully what I intended on having Thomas do after a bit of trying and getting a headache and having him and Mary both unintentionally-but-avoidably stomp all over each other's toes. Then I started rewatching (didn't make it through season one because I have officially hit the 'can't really watch things on my own' stage) and was immediately reminded that Matthew didn't have a choice but to be heir. Oh! Oops! Guess Thomas can't abdicate! Which is how we wound up with the current draft.

And this comment.

Now, I have no reason to disbelieve the statement that they don't need to recognize Thomas, but I can't think of why my UK friends wouldn't have pointed it out at some point, except that I did always call it the Thomas-as-Heir fic which could have lead to the concept that heir was my desired end game. Or perhaps it was one of those things that just didn't get questioned because subconsciously they thought it was my desired end game. Or maybe something else perfectly logical! I mean, there are reasons it could have happened, but my brain is not braining good right now, so. Point being, I didn't know and I'm still not sure and this firmly falls outside of my 'things I can comfortably research'. If it were modern, sure! But history?

Seriously, my researching lessons in school extended to 'go to the library and read a book' and stopped. There was nothing about how to gauge how trustworthy the book was, or if there was, I didn't learn it because I moved through three school districts (five if you count college and uni) and wasn't in the right district at the right time. Given how obvious it is that there are a lot of history books out there that straight up lie (and I don't just mean the school texts. I've tried to teach myself history in recent years and wound up straight up calling bull shit on several books), this leads to massive trust issues. I asked at my local library if they had a research librarian on staff and bless his heart, the fellow I was talking to didn't even know what that was. There's another library nearby that is bigger, but I keep forgetting that it's part of our library system now and honestly I don't even know how to drive there and don't like driving in that area anyway and I'm not even sure the busses will take me there in a reasonable manner given public transport in this area. I know I've heard of a couple other tricks over the years that I've carefully noted down in places I've forgotten about so that I could reference them later.

…yeah.

And if it is true (which I have every reason to believe it is), what then? I've already set up the entire story to have Thomas be recognized as heir! I mean, I could put it on hold and rewrite the ending. There are a couple of scenes that would be easy, but others would be straight up impossible. I'd also have to lose at least three scenes that I've been looking forward to sharing and that people would love, and I don't know what I'd replace them with, and I'd have to rewrite the dinner scene (*straight up cries at the thought*), and I am a slow writer, so I have no idea when it would be done! I kinda hate the idea of telling everyone "We're going to be a chapter a week!" and then three chapters later going "Haha, just kidding! Indefinite hiatus while I fix the entire plot!" Especially since right now reader comments are definitely my primary 'happy chemical' source and I need that! On the other hand, I really, really love the idea of this being a one shot and not having to figure out what happens next! But it might not get done for another ten years if I try that!

If I do stick with him as heir, it seems like people would know that not recognizing him was an option, so I'd still need to do some rewriting to explain why he winds up heir! And why would he? The only thing I can come up with given my current setting is Cora pitching an ever loving (dignified, restrained) fit over the idea of not acknowledging him and he and Robert just going "OKAY OKAY WE YIELD!" which will still take some rewriting, but a lot less (I think I can keep the rewrites ahead of the posting schedule for the most part maybe?), and will still leave me figuring out where we go from here, but might work as a decent compromise?

Either way, I have to figure out what I'm doing before I post next week's chapter! And all my brain wants to do is melt into a puddle of goo for a month! The idea of trying to research or plot or anything like that just makes me want to sit in the shower and cry! I WANT A MONTH'S VACATION FROM LIFE, DAMN IT ALL!

Edit: I now have an appointment to have my hand looked at this Wednesday.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heeey

Hope u're doing well

Please can I request a connor stoll x reader one shot where the mom (the reader) is going out with friends after all the pregnancy period, and it is the first time Connor is taking care of the baby all by himself for the evening

Have a good day

Can't believe that this was the request that brought me out of my writing slump lol. I have so many requests that I'm trying to write for right now and I figured people would rather have a short blurb than nothing at all, so this is only like 0.8k words. Sorry babes, hope you enjoy. Xx

pizza night--- Connor Stoll x reader [parent fic]

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-First of all Connor would be literally the best dad ever.

-I mean, like, obviously your baby would grow up knowing far too many swear words and probably ties people's shoes together when they're not looking, but no ones actually surprised.

-You would be able to take the cutest photos of your baby asleep on his chest in front of the tv or dancing in the kitchen while dinner cooked [you know when little kids stand on your feet and you hold their hands to dance? He would do that]. 

-He’d also for the first time not steal from a lolly shop when he takes the baby and lets them pick out the lollies from the pick and mix tubs. He’d hold the baby up like Simba at the start of The Lion King. You know the scene. 

-But that’s after the baby stops crying every night and can wear shoes that totally have little wings drawn on them. 

-When you’re laying on the couch eating ice cream with sprinkles and Connor is cleaning up baby vomit or something and your friends start spamming the group chat to get your attention, you’d just ignore it to begin with.

-Who wants to go out when there’s a screaming two week old baby at home and you’ve got cramps absolutely everywhere? To go and talk about babies when you literally never want to explain why you chose the name you did and why the baby is wearing a Lightning McQueen onesie [Cecil].

-But Connor hears the pings of your phone and [after turning it off so as to not wake the baby] he decides that you're going to have a great night out with your friends who would have to promise no baby talk or strenuous exercise. 

-So you’re all dressed up in comfortable clothing and flat shoes [no post pregnant person is walking around in stilettos, and you might be amazing, but you’re not that amazing], ready to go out for a night of gossip and drinks, or pizza and relaxing, depending on your mood, when you realize that this would be the first time Connor is on baby duty without you pottering around the house somewhere or napping. 

-He promises that everything will be fine and if the baby doesn’t go to bed he’ll just call Clovis over. 

-He then had to promise that he will not in fact put a spell on the newborn and will be very responsible and baby you don’t have to worry he’s been watching youtube tutorials on this stuff for eight months and seven days. 

-On a completely unrelated note, you found out you were pregnant about eight months and seven days ago.

-So you’re pushed out the door into your friend's car and Connor realizes he should probably take advantage of the fact the baby is sleeping in the other room to prepare for what would hopefully be an uneventful night.

-He mixes together the milf formula and leaves it in the fridge before ordering pizza. Take out or baked goods that his siblings dropped off while they zoomed around the city going to and from whatever it was they were doing had become the go to for meals since baby duty became the main concern and most food burnt on the stove in minutes. 

-Connor always orders meatlovers, but picks the sausage bits off and puts mushrooms on top. 

-It’s the best.

-Unfortunately babies can’t eat the greatest pizza ever, so after doing the washing and tidying up the utter chaos of your three bedroom house [one for you and Connor, one for your kid, and the spare room for Travis. Connor had one at Travis’s apartment too], ringing the hospital to book in that check up appointment for a few days away, paying the pizza delivery girl, and sitting down for approximately four minutes until the baby began crying, he took the milk out of the fridge and went to the living room. 

-Connor held the baby with one arm, wiping drool off the tiny onesie, and turned on the TV. Luckily for him, your baby loved watching the colors move and make noise. 

-You were adamant about not raising an Ipad KidTM, but he figured Netflix was an exception. 

-He looked down for the baby's reaction when pausing on each movie.

-A bored gurgle at Lightning McQueen [Cecil would riot], a blank stare at Taylor Swift’s new movie, and then a screaming fit when he played the trailer for The Hunger Games [probably not a good idea to begin with] and he moved onto better half of his favorite movies. 

-He pressed play on an all time classic.

-Connor’s child needed to have impeccable taste, or he just might ignore them until they tried to take over the world.

-Too soon?

“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you just might miss it.”

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[munsons-melody]

the russian starlette (prelude)

summary: after taking a job at starcourt, you accidentally get entangled with russians underneath the mall who decided to experiment on you, causing you to gain telekinetic powers

pairing: female!henderson!reader x eddie munson x steve harrington?

cw: none

word count:  1.0k

a/n: this part of the fic takes place in s3/the summer of 1985 and follows the storyline of s3 closely

✰ part one: the prelude

✰ part two: the experiment

✰ part three: the return (coming soon)

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。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

god you wish you never took that stupid job at starcourt mall, but steve was a little too convincing...

"c'mon y/n, we'll go in, apply to a couple of places and if we hear back that's great and then you can save up for a car and i'll save up for college or whatever" steve explained as you sat in his car outside the mall

the engine was turned off, leaving you to contemplate in the silence, your head leaning against the window and your body facing him in the drivers seat

"i don't know steve... a job at the mall?" you questioned and he looked at you with eyes sweeter than honey

"look, you've been saying yourself you feel bad i'm driving you everywhere and that your mom would meet you halfway on the price of a car" he said, using your own words against you

"yeah and eddie's not around to drive me too" you said sadly

you sighed

okay fine, part of the reason you didn't want to get a job at starcourt was because your boyfriend eddie was touring around america with some new band called guns n' roses and it made you feel like the biggest loser that you're stuck in the the middle of nowhere indiana working at a mall

but you knew steve was right, and that you couldn't depend on eddie to drive you to school anymore, and that you felt bad that steve had been driving the two of you around the past few months

you knew you needed the independence so you sighed, and got up, your back cracking a little in the process

"fine, let's go get a job but i'm not dealing with anything with food" you said as the two of you got out of the car and shut the doors

"yeah i'm sorry but you really just can't cook for shit" steve laughed and the two of you started walking inside

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after a month at working at the gap, and seeing your paycheck, things weren't too bad working at the mall

steve got his job at scoops ahoy and luckily, his schedule somehow coincided with yours so he would drive the two of you

you had talked to eddie a few times over the past week, last time you guys spoke he said he was somewhere on the east coast and he was very happy for you and your new job

of course, you still felt like a loser working at the gap in hawkins while your boyfriend is an actual rockstar but steve made the mall bareable

plus, you finally became friends with robin, a girl you would always see around school but never talked to

the three of you would hang out constantly, and you were just happy in your little life of sneaking into the movies with them, or when steve would finish up before you and bother you in the store by trying on random clothes to keep you entertained till you left an hour later

that was until dustin came home from summer camp

you had finished up early at your shift at the gap, and walked over to scoops ahoy to bother steve and robin for the remainder of their shifts

it was nearing dinner time, meaning, most people weren't getting ice cream to eat, leaving the shop empty but you heard the three of them bustling around in the back

you rang the bell, and steve opened up the small window that separated the back room from the front counter

"oh hey y/n, we're just uh- doing stuff back here..." steve said, glancing behind him and then back to you

"wait it's y/n?" you heard dustin say and suddenly his face appeared next to steve's

"come back here, quickly and calmly, i need to tell you something huge" dustin said and you did as you were told

a few minutes later, dustin had explained how he picked up a russian transmission, and that they were trying to crack a secret russian code

hours after hours, you continued to listen to the same message over and over again till eventually you all figured out they were talking about the mall

which led you to the next problem, getting past the big scary russian with a big gun guarding the door

"or i could take him out" steve said nonchalantly

"take who out?" robin questioned

"the guard?" steve replied

"did you forget the part about the big gun?" dustin asked with an annoyed tone

but that guy was the least of your worries

after the secret elevator plummeted down to a crash on the bottom floor, and all five of you slipped through the elevator doors, you were on to finding more of the russians underneath starcourt

after walking for what seemed like miles, you all stumbled upon the hub full of russian guards, scientists, doctors, along with the comms room

and of course chaos ensued again

once in the comms room, you were taken aback by seeing someone in the room with you

robin tried to say the code to the russian man before steve started screaming and charged at the man, knocking him out

"you did it! you won a fight!" dustin exclaimed before a bigger issue caught your eye, the russian's were attempting to open the gate with a large machine which instantly made your stomach drop

alarms started blaring when the guards noticed the five of you, causing panic to ensue and everyone started running

your heart was pounding as everyone scrambled to outrun the guards, steve knocking over giant steel barrels in attempts to slow them down when you all ran into a room, slamming the door behind you

steve pressed his body against the door to keep it shut

"help me!" he yelled as the you and robin ran to him, pressing against the door with all your might

you watched as dustin and erica climbed up stairs and started descending into a hole in the floor

the weight of the guards pushing back seemed to be getting greater and greater

"i'll never forget you!" dustin screamed

"go!" you all screamed in unison as dustin shut the hatch

the guards eventually pushed open the door, causing everyone to go flying

it all went in slow motion as they opened the door, the weight of the push had sent your body flying to the wall, knocking you into complete darkness

to be continued…

[candyheartedchy]

Just a little snippet from my CoralBob wip fic because it’s cute and I wanted to share something from it so far.

Sitting side by side, a little yellow sponge and purple sea monster were on their third bowl of triple goober berry sunrises. Their laughter filled the air as the bartender kept glancing over in dread while cleaning a glass.

"Okay, ready?"

"Ready."

Sticking out his tongue a bit, SpongeBob tired to balance a cherry upon his nose as Coraline did the same on her snout. This was quickly followed up by an angry shout of defeat by the sea monster as a cherry fell onto the floor.

"I guess I won." SpongeBob said.

"I bet you can't do it with a spoon."

Turning around smugly, the sponge smiled over with his spoon now balancing straight up on his nose.

"Amazing."

SpongeBob laughs.

Digging into their ice creams, the pair had soon found themselves becoming quiet.

"SpongeBob?"

Taking in a spoonful, the sponge turned, "Hm?"

"Do you think it’s safe to go behind our bosses backs?”

“Why not?”

“Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

SpongeBob swallows before putting his spoon down, “Well, maybe a little… but what about you? Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

“Yeah, but I can always find a new job… somewhere… You love your job though, and how much it means to you. I just worried this will all blow up in our faces.”

SpongeBob brows narrowed a little, “So, do you not want to hang out anymore or-"

“NO! I DO!” Coraline shouted before pulling back, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, “I just… I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”

“It’ll be fine, Coraline.” he smiled.

“I hope so.” she signs, “I already feel like I’m gonna mess this up.”

SpongeBob grew quiet, looking away with a troubled expression. The two didn't speak for a few seconds until the sponge finally did.

"Well," he paused, tapping his fingers along the table as he sat there, "They say sponges are great for cleaning up messes." SpongeBob smiled sheepishly over, causing Coraline to laugh softly at this.

"I do want to thank you though."

"For what?"

"For always being kind to me. Even through I’m a monster.”

"Are we speaking literally or figuratively?"

"Both?" Coraline sighs, running her fingers through her short hair, "I mean, I know I'm a monster. It's who I am. I just... don't want to be treated like one, you know?”

“Or like how everyone treats me like a kid…” SpongeBob breathed.

Coralline frowned, “How come you let people walk all over you all the time?"

“People don’t walk all over me?”

“SpongeBob, I literally saw Mr. Krabs use you as a ramp the other day.”

“The floorboards were broken.” SpongeBob stated before Coraline grabbed his shoulders.

“SpongeBob, please, I’m being serious… You need to stand up for yourself more.”

“I do stand up for myself.”

“But you always brush it off!” Coraline then glance away, shy now, “I hate seeing you treated like your dumb. Like sure you’re more…” she paused, “whimsical than others your age, but that’s your charm.”

“Charm?”

“Yeah.” Coraline then blushed, “It’s cute.”

SpongeBob pointed his spoon at the sea monster, "If you think flattery will help your chances at getting the secret formula from me, think again.“ he teased before Coraline started to panic.

“What? No! I’m not trying to get to formula-” she explained before feeling a soft hand rest on her’s.

“Coraline, I was joking.”

“Oh.”

“You worry too much.”

“Sorry.”

SpongeBob couldn’t help but stare at the sea monster, smitten as he watched her turn a deep shade of purple in her cheeks, making her more shy before catching himself.

“We better get going before it’s gets too late. Those patties aren’t gonna flip themselves tomorrow.” the sponge laughs awkwardly.

Watching him, Coraline soon followed after before noticing the sponge wobbling a bit before she rushed over to catch him from bumping into a chair.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, this always happens when I eat a few triple goober berry sunrises.” the sponge smiled up, drunk before placing an hand on the sea monster’s cheek, patting it, “It’s fine.”

Blushing from the touch, Coraline laughs lightly before tucking the sponge under her arm, heading out the door, “C’mon, let’s get you home.

The bartender watching the pair leave as he exhaled, wiping his brow.

[griffin-girl-r]

Be a family

Created: 11.02.2022

Finished: 22.08.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 9

Word count: 1,854

Warnings: Getting lost, Strangers

Request: No

Pairing: WinterWidow

Summary: You get lost, but luckily, a kind stranger helps you find your mother.

—

After being a part of the Avengers for a few years, Natasha decided that she wanted to retire and try to live a normal life for you. She was done with all the fighting and after everything, the retirement had been long overdue for her. She deserved that normal life she wished so much for her and you.

So she did.

That was two years ago and Natasha had lost any contact with the Avengers, besides Clint, so she mainly had no idea of what was going on over there.

Fury had indeed tried several times to make her reconsider her choice and come back to the agency but Natasha didn't even want to hear about it, leaving no other choice for Fury than to give up on the hope of bringing her back to the team.

—

Today your mom decided to take you to the park.

It was the perfect spring day for a walk in the park. It was warm despite the gentle cold breeze, the sun shining the brightest he had in the last 3 months and everything looked so lively.

You both had so much fun walking and talking and eating ice cream. This day couldn't get any better.

—

But there was one catch.

And it was that the park was rather a really big one. I mean, it was Central Park in New York, of course it was going to be huge.

It only took one second of distraction and you got separated from your mother and found yourself lost.

You were not so little anymore, but you still got scared when your mom wasn't by your side.

She provided you with the much-needed feeling of safety and love and now that Natasha suddenly disappeared from beside you, you felt very vulnerable.

Anything could happen.

With no idea of what to do you sat down on a side and put your head in your hands about to start crying when all of a sudden a voice startled you.

"Hey, kid. Are you okay?" A soft and deep voice was heard from somewhere near you

You raised your head and found a man in front of you.

His brown hair reached out almost to his shoulders, his sky-blue eyes looked at you with softness. His tall, muscular body was crunched in front of you and his left arm looked funny.

Very funny actually.

And what was even more funny was that a red star was painted on it.

You shook your head "In a second I was next to my mama and in the next one, I couldn't find her." You burst out crying

"So you got lost? Umm... Okay... Look!" The man slightly smiled at you "What if I help you find her? What do you say? She must be so worried right now." He proposed

"Mommy told me to not trust strangers." You sniffed as you remembered what your mom always tells you before going out

"And she's right!" The man raised a finger as if a little light from above had just enlightened him "Here..." He extended his arm "I'm Bucky. What's your name, doll?"

" Y/N." You shook his hand

"See?! We're not strangers anymore." He  excitedly cheered

Bucky had a weird feeling about you.

But in a good way.

There was something in you that made him want to protect you. He looked deep into your bright green eyes, which reminded him of someone he lost a long time ago.

And your red-brown hair looked like it was the perfect mix between his hair color and the one of...

Bucky shook his head.

He can not think about her right now. He needs to stop thinking about her... About them...

They're gone.

—

You hesitantly agreed to go with him to find your mom.

Not that you had a better option. But something in Bucky made you feel safe.

It's funny.

The safe feeling Bucky was emanating to you felt a lot like the one your mama offered you.

After telling him how your mom looked, he offered to carry you on his shoulders, saying that it would help to see at a longer distance.

Taking his offer, you and Bucky started to look for your mom.

—

After fifteen minutes of searching, you finally spotted your mom.

It was like you had seen an angel when you caught that glimpse of bright red hair of hers that absolutely fascinated you.

Natasha was desperately looking for you and she was on the verge of crying.

How could she lose you so quickly? Damn it! She was a Russian spy and yet she lost her own daughter in a park?! What kind of mother is she?

—

"Look. It's my mom." You said and Bucky quickly put you down on the ground

He was still focused on you, until you shouted to catch your mom's attention.

"Mama!" You yelled as you started running to her

Natasha quickly turned on her heels and let out a cry of relief when she saw you.

You jumped in her arms and she hugged you so tightly, happy that you were okay, safe, and in her arms once again.

"Oh, baby. I was so scared. Please, don't do that again." She said as she kissed the side of your head

"I promise." You nodded "Some nice man helped me find you."

You turned around to point at Bucky.

But as soon as Bucky's eyes met Natasha's both adults froze in shock.

The memory of the last time they had seen each other playing in their heads.

~~~~~

*9 years ago*

"Run, my love! Run!" Bucky shouted, hitting one of the guards

"I am not going to leave you." Natasha shouted back, with tears in her eyes

"It's your only chance." He pleaded

Bucky looked at his pregnant girlfriend with sadness in his eyes. But if they wanted their baby to have a normal life, Natasha had to escape this hell hole. He was ready to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend and unborn child.

The love of his life and their baby deserved the world and he was ready to offer his life in exchange for their freedom.

"I promise we will see each other again one day, Natalia. Until then take good care of our baby and protect them like I know you will." Bucky took down another guard

"James..." Natasha cried, not wanting to leave the love of her life and the father of her child, alone

"Please, Natalia..." He breathed out

The couple could see more reinforcements coming.

It was now or never.

"I love you." Natasha said to her boyfriend

"I love you too." Bucky called back "Both of you."

With one last look at her lover, Natasha made her escape towards freedom.

You were born six months after the escape.

~~~~~

"Natalia?" Bucky cried out, not believing his eyes

"James?" Natasha breathed out in disbelief

"I found you." He laughed relieved as a few tears made their way down his cheeks

Natasha sprinted and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He helt her as close to him as he could.

The girl that was his only true love, was back in his arms again.

It was like a dream. And if it was a dream, Bucky hoped he never wake up again.

The woman pulled back and pressed her soft lips against his rough ones in a passionate, but full of emotions, kiss.

—

You just quietly watched them interact, not knowing why your mom just kissed a stranger.

"Mama?" You asked confused

Bucky gasped at the realization and Natasha smiled at the sound of your voice, pulling away from Bucky.

"Is that..." Bucky choked out, the rest of the sentence getting stuck in his throat

Natasha smiled at Bucky then climbed down of his arms and came next to you

She knelt to your level, taking your face in her hands and stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.

"Baby, remember when I told you that Papa saved Mama from the bad guys, but he couldn't save himself?" She sadly smiled at you, talking to you as if you were 3 once again

You nod your head.

"Well, he came back now." She sat up and turned to face Bucky

You were fast in hiding behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist like you used to do when you were nervous around someone new as a small child.

As on cue, Bucky fell to one knee and dumbfoundedly stared at you.

"He's Papa." Natasha pointed to the soldier "James, meet our daughter." She pushed you to come out from behind her, with tears in her eyes at the anticipation of what was about to happen

Bucky was speechless. He has a daughter. One that is a perfect copy of her mother. A little girl. A baby girl with the woman of his life.

You looked between him and your mom and found both of them crying their hearts out.

Confused and unsure of what you were supposed to do you took a shy step forward and towards Bucky.

When the soldier saw it, his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open.

Bucky felt like his heart was racing a thousand miles a second, like it was about to jump out of his chest and run away with the speed of light. His mind still trying to process everything.

After years and years of asking himself about Natasha and their child, he finally got an answer.

After daydreaming about what they had together, a boy or a girl, on trying to picture what their baby looks like and how it grows.

Whenever his memories would come back before they wiped him again, Bucky would make false happy memories for himself.

Memories where he was with his loves.

—

After a little debate with yourself, you took a step closer to Bucky and then another and another, finally running in his open arms.

Your father lifted you in his arms, hugging you and crying, taking in your smell.

"Papa...." You whispered as soon as he put you back down on the ground, a few tears slipping away from your eyes

Bucky looked like a bolt of lightning had struck him at that moment.

"I...Bucky...Daughter...Have...You...Natalia...Baby...Ours?" Bucky mumbled in shock

You laughed at his reaction to you calling him 'papa' and turned your head to look at your mom.

She was silently crying happy tears and she had a big smile on her face seeing the two loves of her life hugging.

You motioned to her to come and join you and she didn't give this chance a second thought.

—

"My girls..." Bucky whispered, kissing the top of your and your mother's head while holding you both tight against his body

At that moment everything was peaceful and beautiful.

The perfect family reunion anyone could ask for.

You guys finally had the chance to be a family.

The family the three of you always wanted and deserved. The dream was finally a reality.

"Just wait until Steve finds out." Natasha laughed

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 34

Previous chapter | Epilogue

Masterlist

I've been back in Barcelona for a couple of months now, and so far everything has been great.  

I took my mum to Rome, where we stayed for a week doing all the touristy things you could think of, eating our weight in gelato, and having long conversations that have made us understand each other a lot better, finally managing to have a good relationship. 

I also went with Marina and David to Mykonos, a place they both had always dreamt to visit. Though it wasn't as dreamy as they thought. After a couple of days struggling to find somewhere that wasn't too crowded or full of tourists, we decided to just stay at our villa. During the day we would lay in the sun, take advantage of our private swimming pool or just sleep and relax, and at night we would sit outside drinking some wine, talking and laughing about anything and everything. We realized that we didn't need to go to a fancy place to have fun. Being together was all that mattered.

And now I am back home, getting everything ready for the new school year, feeling as excited about it as I did the first time I got to properly teach.

"Do you remember how we spent the day before looking through both your wardrobe and mine trying to find the perfect outfit for your first day as a teacher?" Silvia asks me while we are chilling on the sofa.

"I remember that the house was a mess afterwards."

"Yeah, that too" she laughs. "But you looked really cute."

"I did, didn't I? I got many compliments from the other teachers. One of them even tried to flirt with me."

"I mean, it was a really nice dress. Do you still have it?"

"I gave it away when we did that big spring cleaning a couple of years ago."

"Oh, shame… But have you kept any photo where you are wearing it?"

"Of course I have. You made me take a bunch before I left for work so I could remember that day" I laugh.

"I was a proud mum" Silvia smiles. "Can you search for them?"

"Just promise not to make fun of me if I look ridiculous" I say, unlocking my phone. "It was a different time."

"You didn't look ridi… Val. Val, hey, what is it?" 

"Nothing."

"Then why are you crying? That bad are those photos?"

"No, it's just… I hadn't realized… today."

"Uh?" Silvia says with a confused look.

"Today is my anniversary with Pedri… or was. And the memories thing on my phone showed me a photo of us together and…"

"Aww, Val. I'm sorry."

"It's ok" I say, wiping away my tears. "It's a good memory."

"Can I see it? The photo with him, I mean."

"Sure" I reply, giving her my phone. "It's at his secret beach as he called it, the one where he took me when we started seeing each other. The 14 of each month we would try to go there to watch the sunset and eat something, and we would spend our time talking about the most random things until it got dark and too cold. It was just us, and it was… perfect."

"It does sound perfect" she smiles.

"Today it is so hot that we would have probably gone for a swim and then buy some ice cream."

"What if… what if we do that?"

"What?" I ask.

"Go for a swim and buy some ice cream. I know I am not him, but…"

"I would love that" I smile. 

"Great" Silvia says, getting up from the sofa and offering me her hand. "Shall we?"

"Let's go."

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"You don't have to do it, Val."

"I know. But I want to" I say, opening the car's door. After going for a swim and getting some ice cream with Silvia, I asked her to drive me to the beach Pedri and I used to go to. For some reason, I felt like I needed to be there today. 

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asks.

"Please" I nod.

We walk in silence, Silvia holding my hand and giving it little squeezes as we get closer to the lookout from where you can see the whole beach. 

"This is beautiful, Val" she says.

"It is" I whisper, taking in the view. There are a couple of fluffy clouds here and there, the sea is calm, and the light is making the sand look almost golden. The sand. There is someone walking on the sand, someone… It can't be. 

"Ouch, Val! That hurts!" Silvia says when I squeeze her hand as if my life depended on it.

"It's him."

"What?"

"Down there" I say, my eyes fixed on the beach. "That's him. He's here."

"Who… Oh, shit. That is him."

"What do I do, Silvia?" 

"Go down there, of course!"

"What? No! I can't… I can't do that."

"You can and you will, Val. Go tell Pedri that you still love him and that you want to spend the rest of your life with him." 

"But what if he doesn't want to see me? What if he has moved on?" I say, looking at him while he kicks the sand.

"Val, do you really think that if he had moved on, he would be here on a day like today?"

"I…"

"Besides, what has Ferran been telling you all these months?"

"That he still loves me."

"Exactly. So go down there and get back with your teenage boy."

"He isn't a teenager anymore" I chuckle.

"Even better."

"But Silvia…"

"You were waiting for destiny to give you a sign, right? Well, this is it. Now go" she says, pushing me towards the stairs.

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"Ok, Valeria. You can do this" I say to myself. He is standing with his back to me and looking at the sea, completely oblivious of the fact that I am behind him, that I also am here. "Pedri?" I call, my voice sounding all squeaky. But he doesn't say anything, just shakes his head. "Pedri" I say again, this time a bit louder.

"Yeah, I've completely lost it" he laughs, running a hand through his hair. 

"Lost what?" I ask.

"My sanity, Val. I can hear your voice as if you were here with me."

"I am here, Pedri."

"You are in my head."

"I'm here" I repeat, putting my hand on his shoulder, my touch making him flinch.

"That's an illusion. I've completely lost my mind, you aren't real."

"I am real and I am here" I say, now moving to be in front of him. "Open your eyes, Pedri."

"No."

"What?"

"If I open my eyes you will leave."

"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri" I say, caressing his cheek and wiping away a tear.  

"I can't lose you again, Val" he says, resting his hand on top of mine. 

"You won't, because I am not going anywhere. Please open your eyes."

"I can't."

"Pedri, please" I beg him. Now I am the one who is crying. 

"Val…"

"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise. I want to be with you, to spend the rest of my life with you, to fight for this, for us. And I don't care if I have to do it against a horde of crazy teenagers, bullies like Isabel, or judgy parents who have nothing better to do than gossip. I'm done with letting people's opinions rule my life." 

"Val…" he repeats, his voice now almost a whisper.

"You know, I've never believed in love at first sight" I continue. "I always thought it was something from fairy tales, something that didn't exist. But then, on a day like today, in a club I had never set foot before, I met you and you completely changed my mind. Because I fell in love the moment we locked eyes and you smiled at me, Pedri. It was all that smile, to be honest. The one that by now you know makes me giggle like an idiot and feel funny things in my stomach. And when I think of the way you made me feel when you kissed me, when you…"

"Made you scream my name on the rooftop?" he smirks, opening one eye.

"I was going to say it in a more cheesy way and you just ruined it."

"Damn it" he chuckles. "You saying something like that happens once in a blue moon."

"It does. And when it happens, it is because of you. Because I love you, Pedri. I love you in a way I've never loved anyone before, and in a way I think I will never love anyone else. It's you. It's you, Pedri" I say, both my hands cupping his face, my eyes fixed on his now that both of them are finally open. "It is and will always be you. Only you" I whisper. 

"Can we kiss now or are you gonna keep being cheesy?" he smiles. And it is that smile, the one that completely disarmed me the night we met. 

"Idiot.”

"No one calls me idiot the way you do."

"I know" I smile back.

"But before we kiss…" he says. "Can I confess something?” 

"Ok."

"Ferran has been telling me almost daily to not give up, to be patient, that you still loved me and wanted me back, that we are destined to be together… So to keep reminding myself of all that, I've been coming here every 14 since you left, hoping that somehow you would show up."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I know it was a bit stupid because I knew you were in Manchester, but… I don't know. I just felt like I had to, you know?"

"It isn't stupid, Pedri. Because today I felt like I had to come here, it was like something was calling me… You."

"Glad to know my plan worked out" he laughs. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"I had missed your laugh" I shrug. "But that won't happen ever again. And do you know why?"

"Enlighten me, Valeria" he says with a teasing smile.

"It won't happen again because I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise."

"Are you sure? Because you know how serious our promises are. You can't go back on it now" he says.

"I won't. I'm here to stay" I say, putting my hand over his heart. "Forever."

"Forever" he whispers before finally kissing me. 

At first it is a very soft kiss, almost shy. But it doesn't take us too long until we are kissing as if our lives depended on it, as if we needed the other to breathe. 

"I love you, Val" Pedri says when we manage to break apart. "I love you and I'm planning on telling you every hour of every day of the rest of my life."

"Isn't that a bit too much?" I laugh.

"It actually won't be enough."

"Dear lord, Pedro. You are so cheesy" I laugh again.

"Only for you, Val. Only for the love of my life" he smiles. "Happy anniversary, by the way."

"Happy anniversary" I reply with a matching smile before we start kissing again, the sun setting behind us as it did that first time on this beach. Like it did that first night at his house when he made me feel things I had never felt before. 

The night that even if my brain kept denying it, my heart was already completely his.

[thegamingcatmom]

OK, I know that Tanya and Carmen most definitely won't allow it....BUT

Sometimes, a girl's gonna crave a good burger and fries or like ice cream.

And I can't help but think MC asks one time idk on a car ride if they can stop at McDonald's or something, and they go no, immediate shut down.

Carmen and Tanya give her the look when MC tries to reason with them

And MC just gives up after getting the look.

BUT who's the most likely to allow it cause they dont care as much? 👀

Kate

So I'm imagining MC after knowing what Carmen and Tanya would say when a craving for junk food hits just looks over to Kate and later finds her to ask if she can take her to McDonald's or to get some junk food to hide or snack on.

Kate? On board

Easy way to score points with MC

Cheshire cat grin of evil cause MC came to her for this

Or reverse it

When MC is eventually comfortable enough around the Denali's and has accepted her fate(kinda?idk)

She bargains

Kate:hey wanna go somewhere, but I get to carry you around

MC:is it home? (like MC's home before she got taken)And what's in it for me?

Kate:no? And what do you want besides going home?

MC:.....can we get ice cream on the way? Or maybe just stop by McDonald's? I just crave fast food

Kate:the widest grin as she speeds up to MC picks her up bridal style and rushes off

(Wait I forgot MC don't know bout vampires....eh small details) :p

So yeah, the thought of Kate just secretly buying like gummy worms, candy, other junk foods as treats

For MC, if she craves something to score points, get on the good side of MC getting closer to her, pissing off Tanya

-📚

Okay, I just HAD to answer this as soon as I got home from- *drum roll*

MC DONALD'S. 🍔🍟

(No kidding. 😅)

And, seeing how I've read your ask this morning (before going out), I couldn't not imagine MC and her forced-found family in that very scenario. I was sitting there, eating my burger, like-

LMAO.

Anyhow-

.

First of all: Tanya might be persuaded. With the correct...incentive. 😏

Second of all: Seeing how that´s never (for the time being) gonna happen in MC´s books, guess our girl will have to bribe someone else.

.

Carmen?

I mean-

Listen-

That woman would do just about anything for her daughter-in-law charge. Unless that anything is dangerous, or reckless, or foolish, or suicidal, or-

In other words: Anything to do with fast food. 💀

.

Eleazar?

Well-

Listen-

He´s...alright...ish(?) to be around. When he´s not being creepy, that is. (He´s just a bit of a nerd, leave ma boy alone, MC.) But he´s also very devoted to his wife, which is a great thing in itself, no doubt about it. However-

He´ll ask what his wife said.

(MC will lie.)

(Eleazar will see right through it.)

Then he´ll deny MC because Carmen has too. It´s as simple (and painful) as that. 🤷‍♀️

.

Irina?

...

Do you think MC has a death wish?

.

Well, that leaves only one option, really-

Kate.

The middle sister wants to give in right away.

FINALLY some fun happening in this house. Fun that clearly goes against her sister´s wishes. Could this get any better??

...In fact, it can.

Because Kate also realizes how desperate MC is (despite trying her damnest to hide it.) And thus, she realizes she´s in a position where she can make demands. See what else she can get out of it, yknow?

(Kate´s the biggest lil shit, what did yall expect? Then again, Tanya ain´t that much better. She´s just less...straightforward about it. 😏)

"What kind of demands", you ask? Well-

.

(This is clearly after MC has already asked the dreaded question and then some because conversing with Kate Denali is anything but simple...)

MC, already done af with this conversation: "...Well?"

Kate: *eyes MC up for the umpteenth time, the shit-eating grin still firmly in place*

Kate: "Hmm..."

MC: 🙄😑

Kate: 😏

Also Kate: "Say, little spitfire...do you remember our conversation about how you ask for something?"

(Yes, the one in Chapter 3.)

MC, not in the mood for that shit...again: *turns around and begins to walk off cause fuck that, she´s gonna get that burger, with or without the help of that-*

Kate, internally: *panics cause her plan is about to backfire...again*

Kate, pretends to be annoyed: "My god-Wait."

MC: *stops but doesn´t turn back around yet*

Kate, while MC´s back is still turned: 🤯😩💀

Kate, internally: *think, think, think!*

Kate, pretends to be annoyed: "I´ll do it."

MC: *starts to turn around-*

Kate: *from 💀 to 🙄so damn fast cause girl gotta play her cards right while she still has them*

MC, suspicious af cause there ain´t no way it´s that easy: "...Really? Just like that?"

Kate, internally: *starts celebrating cause that´s the cue she´s been waiting for*

Kate: 😒...😏

MC: *already regrets every decision that has led to this very moment*

MC: "What do you want?"

Kate: "Careful with that phrasing, little one..."

MC: *starts to turn around again-*

Kate: "Why me?"

MC: *turns back to face her*

MC: "...What?"

Kate: "You heard me."

MC: "..."

Kate: 😏

Also Kate: "You wanna know what I think?"

MC, without missing a beat: "No."

Kate, without missing a beat either: "I think-"

Kate: *slinks closer*

Kate: "-that my stuck up family denied your cute little ass, so you came to me."

MC: "..."

Kate: *comes to stand directly in front of MC, that shit-eating grin back in full force*

Kate: "Am I right or am I right?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "Yknow...this won´t work if I´m talking to a toaster-"

MC, thoroughly done with listening to that voice: "And what of it?"

Kate: *bull´s-eye*

Kate: "I wanna hear it."

MC: "...What?"

Kate: "You heard me."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Come now...it´s not that hard."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Lemme help you:

'Kate the Great is so awesome for taking me to MC Donald´s!'

...See? Not too difficult, is it?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "...No? Hmm, how about-

'Kate the Great is the coolest Denali to be around and not at all stuck up like the rest of her family!'

...?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "...Yeah, that was a bit too simple, wasn´t it? Everyone knows that."

MC: "..."

Kate, sighing: "...Look, if you want that burger, then you gotta make amends."

MC, confused af: "...Make amends?"

Kate: "Ahh, she speaks! But yes, make amends."

MC, still confused af: "...For what??"

Kate: "Well, I did ask if you remembered our convo all those weeks ago."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Yknow, the one where you left poor ol me standing there like a fish out of water, waiting for a plea that would never come."

MC: "..."

Kate: "...Ask me again. Nicely."

MC: "..."

Kate: "What´s the magic word?"

MC: *knows exactly how that convo went down, most tempted to give the same answer she gave back then*

MC: "..."

Kate: 😏

MC: *imagines taking a bite of that burger*

Kate: 😏

MC, gathering all her willpower: "...Please."

Kate, internally:

Kate: "...Good."

MC: "..."

Kate: "..."

MC: *coughs in awkward*

Kate: *stares right into MC´s soul*

MC: *stares back*

Kate: *gaze starts drifting down-*

MC, loudly: "WELL-"

Kate: *jumps slightly, which is a feat considering she´s a vampire and not easily startled*

MC: "I dunno about you, but I´m starving and I believe I was promised a burger, sooo..."

Kate: *takes a moment too long to get her shit together, how embarassing-*

Kate, back to being Kate: "First of: I didn´t promise anything. Second-"

MC: *mentally preparing to have her dreams crushed because ofc it was too good to be true-*

Kate: *back to staring right into MC´s soul*

Kate: "...I´m starving too."

MC: *way too focused on finally getting that burger to grasp the actual meaning of that statement*

MC: 🤩 "Great! Let´s go then!"

Also MC: *proceeds to skip out of the room*

...

MC has never skipped out of a room before.

MC has never smiled at her before.

Kate thinks she likes it.

A lot.

.

OKAY-

This got WAY longer (and more emotional) than I thought it was gonna be, BUT-

It got us some soft!Kate and I´m so here for that. 😤✊

Also, every time I´m thinking MC can´t possibly get any more blissfully unaware, she goes and is even more blissfully unaware. 😭

.

.

.

Oh, btw: Even if the sister were to use their super speed around MC (which they have, if you remember), she won´t be any wiser. Why should someone conclude that they´re vampires from that? As far as MC´s concerned, they´re humanoid creatures with special abilities/super powers.

They could be Power Rangers, for all she knew. 😅

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

.

EDIT:

Oh, and also: Kate would´ve said "yes" sooner or later, regardless of how that convo went. As you said, it´s all about scoring points with MC. And if she gets to annoy her sister while she´s at it?

Jackpot.

Also also: She´s no doubt very pleased MC came to her, no matter if she was the first choice or the last resort. What counts is that she got to spend some quality time with the hooman.

...Something her older sister seems to be struggling with. 😏

(She´ll also be very pleased to rub it in Tanya´s face later that day. 😌)

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.28

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

Getting rid of those three idiots seems impossible. For some reason, they won't leave me, as if I were an unstable lunatic. I may not be as stable as I'd like to be, but this? It's only a matter of time before I'm back to normal. I'm sure of it.

They even follow me into the canteen, which I can finally see from the inside. The warm light shining on my skin feels good, and the plants on all the walls make the room appear larger.

There aren't many people left, except for a few specialists who were probably waiting for the fairies to finish eating. Luckily, I still have about half an hour before class starts, so I should be able to eat in peace.

Through a large window, I can see a Malciol tree with its purple leaves and blue fruits, which stands in the middle of the inner garden of this old school as a symbol of a hopeful future. Previously, I only knew these trees from history books. Even though these trees originate from my home world, they became extinct after the catastrophe. As far as I know, the tree in this school is one of the last. All these years since the catastrophe, we have only been able to survive thanks to imports from other worlds. We once had one of the most fertile worlds in the magical dimension. Only Solaria and a few other worlds were more fertile. Although we needed all of it back then to feed our large population and save for unforeseen circumstances, Solaria produces huge amounts of food and sells hundreds of millions of tons more than their population every year. They haven't had a bad harvest in ages.

Although that's all well and good for them, now that I remember everything again, the anger I feel towards them and all the other worlds that left us to fight our war alone makes me so much more furious than I can explain. I would never have willingly fought the Princess of Solaria because her father and mother were kind to me. For the great one's sake, I even went to her mother's funeral when we were children, yet they still let us die.

Dark thoughts begin to cloud my mind. What I want to do to her peaceful world is take revenge for letting so many of my countrymen die like pigs on the slaughter table. Even though I know it's not entirely her fault, I would still like to see her world burn.

Suddenly, a slight nudge from the side pulls me out of my devastating thoughts. Worried eyes look down at me. It's almost as if this puppy giant can sense other people's emotions. How annoying. What is this guy?

Even though neither of us said anything, I'm still grateful he is here and is keeping me in check. Despite this, I still feel unwell, but I know I have to get going or I'll never learn anything. Thanks to everything that's happened, I'm already about two weeks behind everyone else.

At first, I didn't notice it, but only Sky and I were endlessly filling our plates, from pancakes to waffles and even ice cream. Who in the world eats ice cream for breakfast? Out of the blue, Sky plops a scoop of the same ice cream on my waffles. I glance at him sideways and see him smiling at me kindly, making me blush ever so slightly. Maybe this is his weird way of checking on me? I mean, it could be worse. I love food, but this still wouldn't get him back in my good graces.

With our mountains of food on our plates, we stroll to one of the tables where Brandon and Riven are already sitting. But as we sit down, I can already feel the two of them staring at us with disapproving gazes.

"You too?" Brandon asks, exasperated. Confused, I look at Sky, who looks away in embarrassment.

“What?” My voice is barely above a whisper, as my body is still sore from earlier.

Chuckling under his breath, Riven points his fork at my plate. "He's talking about the mountain you're about to eat. Do you really think you need that much food?"

Feeling insulted at my love of food, I give him the middle finger before diving into heavenly warm waffles with ice cream. Biting into them feels and tastes like a cloud if you could eat it. As I happily chewed on it, I couldn't help but groan in excitement. But when I open my eyes again, I feel strangely watched: the whole room has become silent, and all eyes are on me.

"What?" I hear myself snapping at them before I realize it. "Never seen anyone enjoy their food? Besides"- I turn to Riven and Brandon- "Isn't it a little pathetic to judge someone by how much they eat? Both Sky and I are more than healthy, but maybe you should think about your training; are you doing enough that you only need this little bit of food, or is your training schedule as pathetic as your manners?“

The vicious looks quickly turned to pure shock. I hold my head up and grin at them as the rest of the cafeteria starts to laugh, muttering about how I destroyed them. All that matters to me right now is that Sky is comfortable with what I have said. So I steal a glance at him, but all I see is him staring at me with his mouth open and his cheeks brightly glowing.

But as always, Sky is my knight in shining armor in times of need; without a word, he hands me a bar. I look at him quizzically, but he doesn't answer my silent question. He only smiles gently. He pats the others on the shoulder who hadn't finished their smaller plates and leaves me alone with the strange bar in my hand and all the plates on the table. Did they really leave me alone with their shit?

Grumbling and feeling pretty pissed off, I put everything back and threw the leftovers away. Of course, I separate everything so that some can be used as fertilizer for the fields behind the building.

Only after I had done that could I leave the cafeteria. In the doorway to the cafeteria, I said goodbye to the specialists, who were happily eating but still warmly returned the favor. This surprised me and even left me speechless, but it soon made me smile.

Back in the hallway, which feels strangely warmer than before, I pull the paper I earlier received out of my pocket. When I see the room number "403," I start looking for it. I could easily ask the building for directions, but I have to get my bearings back somehow.

However, I quickly realized that I should have put my pride aside and just asked the building for directions, because after wandering around the building for a few minutes, I hadn't seen any room with the four hundred! Not once! What the fuck is this place? How can it be impossible to find a room? I'm not only stressed but also annoyed.

Besides that, I haven't seen any other fairies either. Are they hiding somewhere? Are they playing with me, or do they still believe the rumors? I swear, if they go back to their earlier behavior, I will destroy them all! They humiliated me enough by calling me names.

My anger slowly turns into mild panic. Even though I don't really care about learning, I don't want to be seen as an idiot who fought to be accepted only to never be seen in a classroom.

As I walk through the long, wide corridors of this old school and look over the ornate walls, I suddenly remember the maids and butlers I saw when we arrived but who have since seemingly disappeared.

This thought quickly makes me uncomfortable. I feel the paranoia creeping up inside me. How can so many people disappear?

As I sink deeper into these thoughts, I move closer to the walls when suddenly waves of fear crash onto me, almost sweeping me away. It would have happened if a gentle voice hadn't called me. I didn't even notice that I had covered my ears, closed my eyes, or even started to crouch against the wall at a 90-degree angle.

Somehow, that gentle voice, sounding almost like honey, can pull me out of these devastating thoughts. Yet I couldn't open my eyes or take my hands away from my ears, afraid that the person would judge me for my weakness. Despite everything, that gentle, soft little hand caresses my head, leaving me so stunned that I can only stand there, unable to think of anything.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?" I hear her voice ringing through my hands, but I can only shake my head, even though I feel a little dizzy already. "Then can you open your eyes?"

I gather all my remaining strength and do as the voice asks. The brightness, which has not changed in the slightest, suddenly overwhelms me as if I have never seen it before, but that is not the case; it is the same light as before panic rose within me. Besides the bright lights, I see fiery red hair hanging in my vision, shining almost like flames of the "Eternal Flame" sitting hidden deep in a temple on a frozen world.

Her smile is so warm and inviting that I've almost forgotten all my problems. But my memory quickly returns. She's the girl who's always with Stella, or at least the few times I've actively seen her. But there is none of the disgust in her eyes that I had seen before, or at least thought I had seen. At the moment, I am unsure about many things. Maybe I just imagined it.

[Masterlist]

[azzo0]

The following chapter is a snippet from Reunite.

Summary: Never in his life did Dabi think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

tw's: gets suggestive towards the end.

Yami frowned at the abandoned shopping bags with no signs of Toya. She picked them up, looking sideways for him. Where on earth did he run off to? She sighed, adjusting the bags in her hands, walking around, looking for him. 

She heard swift footsteps approaching her from the back. She quickly turned around, swinging the shopping bags at their face, sweat dropping when she saw Toya ducking. "Damn, are you trying to assassinate me with shopping bags?"

"My bad." Her eyes fell to the cones of melting soft serve in his hands. He handed her one and took a huge bite out of his cone. She smiled, taking it from him. So he still has a sweet tooth, Yami thought.

They went back to Yami's bike, eating the ice cream in silence. Yami leaned on the bike as she ate while Dabi stood in front of her. He finished his first and wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, tossing it into a trash can, smirking when it landed successfully. He glanced at Yami, who was too busy trying to finish the ice cream as it melted. Some of it came down to her wrist, and she absently licked it while taking a tissue paper from her pocket. 

Hot, Dabi thought. She groaned in frustration and went to the trashcan to throw her melted cone. She gave him a sheepish grin as she stood back in her initial place. He chuckled, wiping a bit of ice cream off the tip of her nose. 

He brushed some hair away from her face, looking into her ebony eyes. "You look cute today." He said. Yami swatted his hand away, huffing. 

"You already said that."

"No, I said you look pretty. Now I'm saying you look cute." He corrected. 

"I honestly can't tell if you're flirting or if you mean it." She stated, feeling bashful under his cyan eyes. He came closer, pushing her onto the bike behind her. She sat on it with both legs on one side, his hands on her waist. 

"Both," he replied, "Believe me when I say you're pretty, cute and gorgeous." His lips went under her ear, ticking her neck with breath, "Did I mention hot as fuck?" 

He felt Yami's posture straighten, obviously taken aback by his statement. Not bothering to check her face for a reaction, he let his lips touch the side of her neck, softly kissing the spot. 

Yami shuddered when she felt his warm lips and the cool touch of the staple beneath his lip. She let him slowly kiss up her neck and nibble on her ear lobe. He put a hand behind her neck, placing a delicate kiss on her voice box. She threw her head back, giving him access to more of her neck. 

He sucked on a spot under her jaw, making her squirm on the bike. His hands found their way to her thighs, giving them a light squeeze. "Toya..." She whined when he placed a wet kiss on her collarbone. He felt the bulge in his pants grow when she said his name like that. 

"You're going to drive me crazy if you moan my real name like that, doll." He growled into her ear. He cupped her cheek, looking down at her half-lidded eyes. He slowly brought his mouth to hers to finally kiss her after days of wanting to do it again. 

But he jumped back when he felt something slither against his ankles.

He looked down to see an orange tabby cat, now trying to climb up Yami's pants. She awkwardly smiled at him, putting a hand behind her neck to massage it. She let the cat climb into her lap, looking away from Dabi's eyes.

I got cockblocked by a fucking cat, Dabi complained to himself.

Yami tried petting the cat's head, but it suddenly turned on her, hissing and slapping her hand away. The cat jumped off her lap and ran off somewhere else. 

"I bet that cat came here with the sole purpose of ruining the moment," Dabi grumbled.

"Seems so..." Yami chuckled, avoiding his eyes. She cleared her throat and threw her other leg over the bike. 

"We should get back home."

Silently, Dabi got on behind her, putting the shopping bags in between them. Never in his life did he think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

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[princessconsuela120]

Chapter eleven: Anyone Else But You —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, kissing🤭, teeth rotting fluff, cursing

Author’s Note: I was smiling the entire time I wrote this ngl. Mostly all of the rest of season one is going to be original work written by me so please be patient!! You guys are amazing! Eat up!! Don’t forget to like comment and repost!!

—✧

I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH I LIKE BEING HOME, unless I've been somewhere really different for a while. Physically and metaphorically I’ve been gone a lot lately. Home just seemed to do the trick. Pulling into the driveway after spending a gross amount of time at the barn with Stan, and then deciding to come home around 3 in the morning. I had a few missed calls from my parents, even Shelley texted to ask if I was okay. Stan had called them a few minutes ago to let them know I was fine, and would be home soon. It felt like all the air I had been neglected of re-entered my body when walking into my home.

“Hey, Dad.” I said softly, making my dad smile as I walked in the door.

“Hey, big puffy version of Junebug. Where you been?” He asked, missing the phone call my brother reserved for my mother, who would most likely be the one to freak out at my absence. I wasn’t quite sure what my dad was even doing up in the first place, but it didn’t surprise me too much either that he was.

“Oh, just out dealing with things way beyond my maturity level. Where is everybody?” I asked, sitting down across from him, as he gestured to the door.

“Your mom’s asleep and Stan’s at the barn. Something about his creative juices.” Dad explained, shaking his head, not even trying to understand what Stan had meant by Creative Juices.

“God, when will you guys learn that creative juices just means piss?” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance as my dad chuckled lightly.

“You look a little morose, honey. What's eating you?” He asked, making me sigh as I sat across from him.

“I'm just, like, losing my faith with humanity.” I explained, making my dad sigh in response.

Now I know that Randy Marsh isn’t the best father, definitely far from it. Stan Shelley and I, and even my mother had gotten very close to finally giving up on him. But we didn’t. And somehow, somewhere along those lines he changed. It must have been all the bull crap that came with the pandemic. My dads weed business nearly cost me my life, and I think he realized that quick enough. Because now he was my dad, like he was when I was a kid. Getting shoulder rides and ice cream, and playing the stick of truth with Stan as we’d defeat my dad who’d pretend to be the evil dragon. It was the time of my life, and I know he missed it just as much as me. Because now he was my dad again, and it was great.

“Wow, can you narrow that down for me?”

“I just wonder if, like…Two people can stay together for good.” I asked, making his eyebrows furrow as he stopped what he was doing on his computer to look up at me.

“You mean like couples?”

“Yeah, like people in love.”

He shifted in his spot, closing his laptop and folding his arms.

“Are you having boy trouble? I gotta be honest, I don't much approve of you dating in your condition. That's kind of messed up.” He teased, making me roll my eyes playfully, shoving him slightly as he laughed.

“No, Dad, it's not…”

“That's pretty skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy?” He asked, making me scrunch my nose up as I cringed.

“Please stop.” I said, giggling as he continued.

“What? No, I’m hip. I’m a cool dad. Tore up from the floor up? Is that it?”

“That's not what it's about. I just need to know that it's possible… That two people can stay happy together forever.” I asked, making him retreat a bit, nodding slightly.

“Well, it's not easy. That's for sure.” He stopped, scratching the back of his head as he thought. It was kinda a funny thing I always realized my dad did. “And I don't have the best track record in the world, I know, you know. But I've been with your mom for 30 years now… sure we’ve had our ups and downs but I'm proud to say we're very happy. Once I got over myself, we realized when you love someone it overweights all the silly bickering.” He explained, sighing when he remembered our rough childhood. I could tell he felt remorse for everything, that he was trying again. “Look… In my opinion, the best thing you can do… Find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty… Handsome, what have you. The right person's still gonna think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.”

He smiled to himself, laughing slightly when he caught eye of the family photo that sat above our coffee table. I couldn’t help but smile too. I think my parents must have been the most in love people I knew. No one could yell at each other so much, and not care enough about the other to keep coming back. Cause that’s what it means to live someone, to care enough to yell, just because of love.

“Yeah. Yeah, and I think I've found that person.” I smiled to myself, a certain Jewish Ginger clouding my mind.

“Yeah, sure you have. Your dear old D-A-D. I'll always be there to love and support you… No matter what kind of pickle you're in.” He explained, tapping his chest as I chuckled.

“Obviously. Dad, I think I'm just gonna, like, shove out for a sec. But I won't be home late.” I said, getting up and grabbing my keys and wallet.

“Okay. You were talking about me, right?” He asked, turning to see me. I nodded my head, ruffling his hair.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Was it Stan then?” He asked again, catching the sarcasm in my voice. I smiled at him, kissing his cheek as I hugged him.

“Yeah dad, you and Stan.”

—✧

I CALLED KENNY AND SOME HOW MANAGED TO GET HIM OUT OF BED AT 5:00AM TO INDULGE IN MY RIDICULOUSNESS. The great thing about Kenny is that when I asked him to help me buy 212 mini containers of orange tictacs (the day I knew I loved kyle), Kenny didn’t bat an eye at the idea. So we made our way to the 711, managed to derail all the strange looks we received, and made our way to stuff said 212 packs of orange tictac’s into Kyle’s locker.

So the next day at school, I managed to waddle my way into Kyle’s basketball practice, Kenny Stan and Cartman all excitedly waiting and watching by the door. He caught my eye, saying something to Tolkien as he passed him the ball before jogging over to me. I loved the was he looked at basketball practice. His hat was off, his orange/red curls clung slightly to his face, controlled slightly by the sweat and hair gel he previously applied. On a rare occasion he’d be wearing a sweatband around his head, or even tie his curls back into a tiny bun to keep them contained. But this had to be my favorite look by far.

“Tictacoholic, hey.” I said, smiling at Kyle with my hands in my pockets, as he wiped his forehead of sweat.

“Hey, did you put like a hundred things of tic tacs in my mailbox?” He asked, laughing slightly. I nodded, seemingly smiling even more as my cheeks reddened.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was me.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, they're your fave. And you can never have too many of your favorite one-calorie breath mint.” I explained, making him nod, smiling back as he scratched his neck nervously.

“Well, thanks. I think I'm pretty much set until college on the tic tac front.”

“You know, Kyle, I was thinking. And I'm sorry I was such a huge bitch to you. You don't deserve it.” I explained, making him frown. He sighed, looking back at me as he shook his head.

“It's okay. You know, it's okay. It’s warrented, I mean I’ve sort of ruined your life so I can understand your anger..and you have every right to..”

“I think I'm in love with you.” I blurted out quickly, interrupting his rambling. His cheeks turned a crimson shade of red, and he shook his head again, giggling nervously.

“What, you mean as friends?” He asked, and I shook my head, still smiling at him.

“No. I mean for real. Because you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met… And you don't even have to try, you know.”

“I try really hard, actually.”

“You're, like, naturally smart. Like so mind blowingly smart, I can even wrap my head around it. But you aren’t like a huge dick about it, your so kind. And you're not like everyone else. You don't stare at my stomach. You look at my face. And every time I see you...The baby starts kicking super-hard.” I put a hand on my stomach, confirming what I had said as the baby started attacking my hand once again.

“It does? Really?” His face seemed to light up with joy, his eyes quickly glancing down at my bump then back to my eyes.

“I think it's because my heart starts pounding every time I see you.” I explained, holding a hand over my heart.

“Mine too.” He sighed, looking down at my stomach again. “Can I um, can I feel it?” He stuttered, but I didn’t give him time to answer, instead grabbing his hand and holding it to the place where the baby kicked. His eyes lit up, and for a split second while looking at the smile on his face, I felt home.

“That’s all I could ask for.” I replied quietly, feeling if I spoke to loudly I would ruin the moment. “You're golden, man. Can we make out now?” I asked, holding my hands on his cheeks. He nodded quickly, making me laugh.

“Yeah.”

And with that, I connected my lips to his. His other hand found its way into my hair as we both melted into the kiss. It was entirely perfect, and whole. In its entire entity, it was euphoric and more. An indescribable feeling, it was love.

“Hey, you know, you can go into early labor sucking face like that.” Kenny yelled, making me hold one hand out with my middle finger, hearing Kenny and the boys snickering in the background.

“Careful, don’t wanna make a twin!” Cartman yelled back, this time Kyle pulled away for a moment.

“Shut up fatass!” He shouted in Cartman’s direction, before supporting a hand on my lower back, dipping me slightly as he continued to kiss me.

“Aye!” Cartman shouted back, causing me to pull away, my forehead pressed to Kyle’s as we both started laughing. I couldn’t tell you what was funny, just the feeling of euphoric joy that filt my system. And besides, the look of disgust that was covered on my brother's face from witnessing this exchange was too funny not to laugh.

—✧

LIFE WAS GOOD, and I think for the first time in a long time, I really truly was home. Sitting with Kyle at the old house near the barn, just sitting, listening to the vintage record player that played in the background as I cuddled into his side.

“Ah shit.” I grumbled, holding a hand on my stomach as I felt a few rough kicks against my ribs.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kyle mumbled against my hair, jerking his head up slightly with worry.

“Fucking, jerk.” I groaned again, throwing my head back, this time worrying Kyle, who sat up fully in his spot.

“What is it Jo?” He asked softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear lovingly.

“Nothing just, the baby won’t stop kicking me.” I groaned again, and he smiled, putting a hand over my bump as he pressed his lips against it softly.

“Hey little one, you gotta be nice.” He mumbled against my stomach, as the baby pressed an angry kick against his hand. He laughed, realizing the kicking pattern that the baby had.

“What?” I asked, and he just smiled and shook his head.

“They aren’t trying to kick you, they’ve got the hiccups.” He explained, causing me to furrow my eyebrows at him.

“How the hell do you know that?” I asked, and his eyes widened, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

“I looked it up. Usually these moving and kicking fits means the baby has the hiccups.” He pressed a soft kiss against my stomach.

“How to I get it to stop?” I whined, rubbing my bump softly at the bottom. He shared a look with me, before turning back to my stomach.

“Hey Buddy, I know you’re excited to come out and all but you gotta calm down, you’re freaking yourself out.” He spoke softly into the fabric of my shirt, making me laugh slightly.

“I don’t think they can hear you.”

“They definitely can. Just follow your daddy’s voice, hold your breath, like this.”

Kyle held his breath, before releasing, and suddenly the hiccups stopped. Kyle looked up to see the soft look on my face.

“Oh, Juno I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that it just kinda came out..” he stuttered nervously, before I just smiled, holding a hand over his on my stomach.

“They stopped.” I said, ignoring his apology. He looked up at me nervous, before nodding.

“Yeah.. yeah they did.”

“I really like the sound of that Kyle.” I said, making eye contact with Kyle.

“The sound of what?”

“Of you being a dad.” I said softly, and there was that light that returned to his face.

“Really?” He asked, laughing nervously.

“I think I wanna hear it forever:” I looked over at him and he jumped in his spot, looking back at me with a look full of hope.

“Actually? You mean it? We can keep them?” He asked frantically, and I nodded, holding his face in my hands.

“They’re already ours.” I said, and Kyle pulled me into a deep kiss.

“You have no idea how happy you just made me.” He said, hidding me tightly. We stayed like that for a while, until I felt him falter.

“Not to you know, ruin the moment or anything, but how are we gonna tell your parents?” He asked, making me pull away, my eyes widened as I looked at him.

“Oh f*ck.”

—✧

[angelshizuka]

I went to a fancy restaurant (the "expect to pay a few hundred euros a person" kinda fancy) for the first time in my life.

I mean, no way in hell do I have that kind of money, but my dad invited me, my sister, his girlfriend and her son. Basically, my dad's been working at the same company for 40 years, so his boss gave him a pretty big budget to go out to eat somewhere as a treat.

We got like a ten course (or however many there were, I couldn't keep track) meal. Though, it was one of those "big plate, small portion" kinda fancy meals, you know the ones. And like, every round there'd be like 3 waiters in fancy suits standing around our table, putting down clean cutlery every time, pouring our glasses in such a fancy way and explaining what all the food was after putting it down, and things like sauce were poured on at our table. They basically did everything for you, except for the actual eating, obviously. I mean, it was cool, but as someone who's never experienced something like this before, I felt socially awkward as hell...

I can't say I liked every dish we got served, but I can acknowledge it's just because I'm a picky eater, I could still taste the quality (if that makes sense) and they tried their best to adjust dishes when needed. I've tasted so many new flavours and textures that night I've never experienced before, it was wild. But especially some of the dishes were REALLY good and it made me so sad the portion was so small. Though, so many small portions still add up and I definitely left the meal feeling full.

The restaurant was inside the biggest and fanciest hotel in the beach town I grew up in, literally on the dunes and connected straight to the beach itself. So, it was also nice being back there again for a little bit, even if most of it was seen through the window. Sometimes I really miss living so close to the beach. And I really wanted to visit my childhood ice cream shop again (can't believe it still exists), but it already closed by the time the meal was over.

Also, small side thought... I kinda technically have step-siblings now, I guess? I mean, my dad and his girlfriend are only dating, so at least not legally, but this is definitely the closest I've ever gotten to having step-family of any kind.

[lostfirefly]

Bugust. Day 20. "Nose Boop". Buggy x Catherine

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Cotton candy, stop!"

"No!" Smack. Smack. "I missed you." Smack. Smack. Smack.

"I left in the morning," Buggy tried to gently pull away from Catherine, who was hanging on to him, "it's evening now, when did you manage to miss me?"

"I don't know," Catherine shrugged. "I haven't seen you all day. And then I was eating a hot dog and I thought of you." Smack.

"Eating a hot dog and I thought of me?" Buggy started giggling idiotically. "I'm flattered."

"What? What are you talking about?" Catherine lost in thoughts for a moment. "Dear God! You're disgusting, you know that?"

"Nah!" Buggy hugged her around her shoulder. "Well. Let's go for your stupid walk? Which ice cream should I steal today?"

"Stop stealing ice cream, Buggy!" Catherine took his hand. "We have a lot of money after we sold that diamond to the onigiri man Flimbei."

"He's Jinbe, Cathie-pie."

"Meh, whatever." Catherine dragged Buggy along the embankment. "But actually, I wanted to suggest going to a bar. Let's go have a drink, eat some potatoes, look at other couples. I want to spend time with you, my handsome clown. And I want everyone to envy me that I'm with you."

"You know that it doesn't take much to persuade me to have a drink." Buggy took Catherine's hand and kissed it. "You won't believe it, but I know a great bar not far from here."

"Yeah?" Catherine stood on the curb and tried to walk along it. "Which one?"

Buggy scratched his head. "I can't remember the name, but I remember one time not a very bad girl was grumbling at me there."

"Not a very bad girl? I'm intrigued." Catherine spun around. "I wonder how you got over it. I'm sure you wanted to leave the poor girl somewhere afterward. Say, for example.. in the desert. And promised her a private jet." She jumped forward twice from one foot to the other. "And how did that story with the girl end?"

"Well, she continues to piss me off every single day." Buggy held out his hand to her.

"Really?" Catherine spun on one foot and fell into his arms. "I think you piss her off too." She wrapped one arm around his neck. "Hi!"

"Hi."

Catherine reached her hands up to Buggy's nose and gently poked it with one finger. "Boop!"

Buggy unclasped his hands in surprise, and Catherine fell to the ground with a squeal.

"Ouch! Buggy!" She squealed, lying on her back. "Are you out of your mind? Why did you do that?"

“Why did I do that? Why did you do that? You know I don't like it when you touch my nose.” Buggy pouted and crossed his arms.

“And that's why you decided to throw me to the ground?! Shit!" Catherine sat on her buttocks. "Are you serious now, clown? Instead of helping me up, you're nagging me with your arms crossed?”

“Fuck!” Buggy gave her a hand and helped her stand.

Catherine shook herself off and began to laugh. “God! I can't believe that the love of my life dropped me on the pavement. Shit! I think I hurt my hand." Catherine moved her wrist. "No, it's okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. But I definitely hurt my ass." Catherine smoothed her hair back and looked at Buggy worried face. "I need a schedule of your moods, Buggy the Clown. Sometimes I can touch your nose, sometimes I can't." She said softly. "I don't understand. What did I do wrong now?"

"Nothing." Buggy answered quietly.

"My love, tell me. Did I touch you in some way?" Catherine stroked his cheek with her knuckles. "Has someone bad done that before? Someone booped your nose out of spite? Was it your ex-friend whose name we shall not speak who poked your nose and then did horrible things to you? Or was it someone even worse? That Beehive from the desert, for example."

Catherine watched as Buggy silently turned his gaze to her. "You don't want to talk? Okay. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love your nose. And I love when it sometimes makes such a funny honk when you bury your face in my hair. You don't like this sound, but I like. It reminds me that I'm home. And I love booping your nose. And I will never hurt you."

"S-sorry, Cathie-pie." Buggy wrapped his arms around her shoulder and placed his chin on the too her head.

"Forget it. This will be another ha-ha story in our relationship." Catherine scratched her buttocks. "In general, it was even funny. One second I'm standing, and the next I'm already lying on the ground. You see, I even fell from your love." Catherine took Buggy's hand and gently pulled him behind her. "Let's go to the bar, my little bear. You need a drink. And you know.. I want a cake. Will you buy me it?" She said softly as much as she could.

"Which one do you want?" Buggy asked with a little sadness in his voice.

"Hmmm..." Catherine scrunched up her nose. "Oh, I saw there's one with peach pieces in it, I haven't tried it yet. Will you buy it for me?"

"Okay." Buggy exhaled.

"And there's also a cherry cake there. I want it too. May I?" Catherine started stroking his palm with her fingers.

"Okay."

"Thanks. And.. Buggy..."

"What?"

Catherine smiled and poked herself in the nose, "Boop."

[flyingspicerack]

Random Mao Questions!

Have you ever just wanted to know more about my s/i Mao? No? TOO BAD! Under the cut are just a random amalgam of questions, answered about Mao from this OC questions generator!

What is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink? OK so Mao tries not to drink all that much because when they DO, they get carried away so they've tried to stay away from it. They like the sweet fruity stuff tho. (I know however when i was in japan i drank little canned sangria that was only like 3% alcohol and can see them liking to drink those!!)

Does your oc get a nice tan in the sun or do they burn easily? Yeah, I think Mao gets a little tan when they're in the sun, but they're not out in the sun often, or try not to be, tooooo hot. BUT YES.

What is your oc’s favorite color? Does this color have any special meaning to them? Mao's favorite color is is like a periwinkle blue (same as their sweater and also my fav color) They just like how it looks, no special reason.

Is your oc allergic to anything? Do they have an intolerance? Mmmmm I don't think so... not an allergy at least... I'm personally lactose intolerant and it would make sense if they were too... but I don't want to torture them like that... If anything, maybeeee... actually, you know what? I think red bean/azuki makes their mouth a little tingly, not enough to warrant a TRUE allergic reaction, but they just think its normal for it to make ur mouth a little bit numb

Does your oc prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving, doing something? Mao is VERY sedentary. They love to be SITTING and SEATED!!!!!

Does your oc like milk? They like milk! Especially strawberry milk!!!!!!! They also like soy milk too and drink it out of those little boxes!!

What are your oc's eating habits like? Oh Mao is a MESS! They make crumbs out of food that physically cant create crumbs. They get shit and sauce on their face all the time, not matter how neatly they try to eat theres always a LITTLE bit of mess, but more often than not, its kinda sizeable. They also, unfortunately, have some disordered eating in that they don't particularly mean to, but binge eat. They end up doing the whole like, only light snacking during the days they're working and when they go home just gorge themself.... Wehhhhh

What motivates your oc in their job? THE KITTIES!! Oh of course it's the kitties, they want all of them to get adopted so so bad <3

What does your oc do when they can’t fall asleep? Mmmm... Depends on WHY they cant fall asleep. If it's cause theyre scared or paranoid, they'll get fresh air or go on a walk, if it's just restlessness, they'll just stay up until they cant keep their eyes open anymore... maybe charge their jo crystal idk

What is your oc’s favorite season? Winter, hands down. They love the cold, the snow, bundling up, the snow, winter seasonal foods, the snow <3

Does your oc notice it when others are lying to them? Usually. One thing Mao is very perceptive of is changes in people's moods and behaviors as they're happening, so I think they can typically tell when a lie is being told.

What is your oc's go-to ice cream flavor? Mao doesn't go for one flavor all the time, they like to try the weird or uncommon ones, so it's always something different, truly.

What does home mean to your oc? Is it a place or people? Home is a person, or people to them, an arbitrary feeling and not a place. That being said, they've been feeling homeless for quite some time now </3

What are some places your oc really wants to visit one day, but hasn’t had the chance to do so yet? I think Mao would like to visit Hawaii maybe? Or somewhere in the continental US just to say they did? But they don't really have a desire to travel, i don't think.

How does your oc take their coffee? They prefer tea over coffee, but if they have to have coffee, it'll be with a fair amount of cream and sweetener, usually some type of flavor shot i think... PROBABLY A LATTE

Is your oc more dominant or submissive in bed? Ok... so Mao is naturally more submissive but is also a virgin, so like... has never done anything before so they would 100% be willing to try anything... SO when Mao and Ichi eventually DO get saucy together, it'll end up more of a 70/30 split of Mao being more sub vs dom with him >3

Who is your oc's faceclaim? M.... me.... as of right now i guess....