#i remember picking the first up at random when i was a teenager and mom forced us to go to the library for a book to read over the summer

[cheriecoke]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

[digitallovergirl]

　　HERE'S YOUR COFFEE.. AND MY NUMBER

☕ . . . Barista! Leo Valdez x Customer! Reader.

in which: Leo has a favorite customer, and it's most definitely you.

authors note: I don't have much to say for this one LOL. I'm writing this right after I post my poll to see what fic you guys would like from me so this is one of the options ! also I like to think that the store Leo works at is a mom and pop shop and the parents who run the place love Leo and gave him the job as soon as the place opened 🤭

warnings: literally none

Was it wrong for Leo to have a favorite?

He didn't think so. I mean, It's not like it was obvious. His job was to make caffeine drinks for teenagers, college students, and thirty year old women with two kids. Who would know (or care) that he liked one customer more than another. As long as the quality wasn't getting worse for one customer and way better for a second one.. Why do they care?

When Leo says they, he means his coworkers. He might have talked about one customer a little too much (and how pretty they were) and one day, the people who worked around him were like: "Wait.. do you have a crush on one of the customers?"

Which Leo responded with: "Uhm.. No?" (He's rubbing the back of his neck and blushing like crazy. He also sucks at lying)

So ever since that day, Leo's wonderful peers have been his wingmen and wingwoman. Every time they'd have a break, the people on the job would go into the back and talk about ways Leo could smoothly give you his number. At first, the meetings were really embarrassing. They'd often joke around about how Leo had a crush on somebody who he only saw for a good few minutes a day, but as it went on for longer, they would actually give some good advice.

So Leo, taking all the advice he'd learned from his fellow people's, decided to shoot his shot. And he didn't just pick a random day, no, he might have checked the weather for the week and picked the coldest day because, lets be honest, who doesn't want a hot drink on a cold day?

The day you came into the shop was definitely cold, but that didn't stop you from wearing something cute. As soon as one of Leo's coworkers saw you, she basically pushed Leo to the front desk without saying a word. "What in the world are you—" he stopped talking when he saw you walking up to the front desk. "Well, look who it is." He smirked.

"Hi, Leo." You smiled back, glancing at his name tag and back at him. Not that you had forgotten his name, but it was hard to remember stuff when you were around him. "Can I get a [insert usually order] please?" you asked.

"And will that be a to-go order?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I have a job interview in like.. " You turned your phone on to check the time. "thirty minutes? and I can't be low on energy. I'm trying to get the job, not lose it. "

Leo laughed. "I bet either way you'd get it." If his eyes could form hearts, it would. you were so, so pretty.

[ little time skip hehe ]

It didn't take that long for you drink to come to you (mostly because Leo was high on energy and was making it for you) But before he gave you the drink, he wrote a little something on the side of your cup.

"I'm going to be very honest, you're cute. I'm going to put my number below this just in case you think i'm cute too." He signed the letter with his name and a little red heart that he used a red sharpie to make.

"Here's your drink." Leo handed the coffee cup to you, purposely giving it to you in a way so that your hands could slightly touch. "Thank youu." You said, smiling. "See you next time I come in?" You asked.

"See you next time." He shoot you a pair of finger guns (which was extremely nerd & cute thing for him to do.) "Good luck on your job interview!" he said before you walked out the door. He wasn't happy that you had to leave, but at least you leaving meant his heart wouldn't beat so fast. The only this that he could hope was that you saw his note on the side of your coffee cup.

[ginnyweatherby]

hi i cannot sleep and my mind is wandering to the most random places tonight. so i come with a question: what are your headcanons for the whereabouts/backstories of phineas & candace’s father and ferb’s mother? please include as much lore as humanly possible

ok goodnight

Hmm, okay to be completely honest, I haven't really spent much time thinking about this. However I do personally think that Candace and Phineas' parents are divorced, while Ferb's mom passed away.

All that said, let's see if I can come up with something here...

Linda and Mr. Flynn were married young

Linda was still in her Lindana days then, he was some up-and-coming producer at the time

They met at a party somewhere and hit it off immediately. It's called networking.

They were the hot couple in the tabloids for awhile. You could barely go a week without seeing their faces or hearing their names somewhere.

Shortly after they were married, Linda found out she was pregnant and gave up the Lindana act to stay at home with the baby

Candace was a very ugly baby.

Candace loved her daddy, she was like a little duckling that followed him around everywhere

She liked to put on his glasses and his shoes and stomp around the house doing impressions of him.

They lived as a unit of three for awhile until Phineas came into the picture

Phineas was a sickly baby (you can't tell me that head of his made for an easy birthing experience), so it was hard on the family while he spent time in the hospital

He was also an ugly baby btw.

When Phineas was around two, all the stress had reached the breaking point, and they finally admitted defeat and divorced

I hate to say it was a bitter divorce, but well, there must be some reason he's out of the picture.

Lawrence and Mrs. Fletcher were sickeningly in love

Like ooey gooey mushy wushy stuff 24/7 just the most disgusting couple to be around.

They met as teenagers and were sweethearts ever since.

They liked to go on dates to cute little restaurants as often as they could

She loved movies, practically every weekend was spent at the cinema. She especially liked old black and white films.

She got sick when Ferb was only a baby, but she hid it well from him

She didn't want him to remember her ill.

Until she couldn't hide it anymore.

She passed away when Ferb was only a toddler

It scares him that the older he gets, the less he remembers of her.

Lawrence was - understandably - a wreck.

For several months.

Ferb stayed with his grandparents for awhile

Lawrence just couldn't cope with his grief and a toddler at the same time

Especially since every time he looked at Ferb, he saw her eyes.

Eventually Lawrence picked himself up, and while still devastated, knew he needed a fresh start.

For both of them. For all of them.

Ferb once asked why they didn't see Mummy anymore, and Lawrence almost broke down again

That's when he moved them to the United States

He knew he'd miss his family, but this was a clean slate.

It was hard at first, raising a kid on his own, but he knew he had to, for Ferb's sake

It's what his wife would have wanted. He'd promised her he'd do a good job.

He was so nervous the day he enrolled his shy little boy in preschool

They had barely walked into the classroom when a little redheaded boy took Ferb's hand and said "I know what we're going to do today!"

Lawrence met the boy's mom later that day.

[babybluewiki]

lesbian malevolence in oregon

2: drug bust? hell yeah. murder? fuck no!

masterlist

a/n: bye let’s ignore the fact i disappeared for like 2 months 😭🙏

8:34 AM.

In the hour following when Reuben first walked in and did the impossible, ordered something for two instead of the only one, the only exciting thing that happened afterwards (which Reuben’s presence wasn’t that exciting) was the wind speed picking up outside and a sheriff coming in and asking you, Riley and Tristan the age old cop question, just like in the movies, have you seen this person? The person in question was a woman’s picture on a piece of printing paper with ‘MISSING’ big and bold at the top of the page. When Riley caught the sheriff about to question the tint in her eyes, she snatched the page from his thick and hairy fingers and thumbtacked it to the wall behind the bar.

Only a few people came in after that. One of them was an edgy teenager who looked no older than 14 and was already looking like he had the youth sucked out of him. Probably from either school or getting into drugs (that was what Riley suggested just after the kid walked out of the doors with the simple water and the spoon he requested). Another one was a middle aged woman who still thought she was 18; she told you and Riley about the previous night she’d had, walking into a strip club and getting drunk and thrown out an hour later after hopping on stage with one of the strippers and making out with her. The story had you and Riley both looking at each other a number of times while the woman seemingly didn’t pick up the cue that you both were judging her. Or maybe she did and she didn’t care; the latter would seem more fitting given her vivid descriptions of her recent events in the last 12 hours. The woman had talked so much that she didn’t realize she didn’t even order anything and just left after leaving a handful of cash she’d stolen from the strip club.

A little while later after the teenager and the crazy lady came by, when the room was silent save for the snores coming from Riley with her cheek to the gray painting of the counter, her lips parted to let spit fall out (which you’d definitely bully her for), the doors opened again. You’d been in the middle of doodling random stuff on receipt paper you’d pulled out from the cash register, drawing things like cracked open eggs and concerningly detailed cocaine piles. The air was so still and quiet that you didn’t even notice the awkward FBI agent standing there in the front of the room with a sticky note she’d snatched from the front desk at the Bureau.

Lee watched with tired eyes as she stood there awkwardly. She began to wonder why the code she assumed she’d cracked took her all the way to a diner that was clearly understaffed. She couldn’t understand why Reuben came here so often; she would assume it was for the food if she could bring herself to enjoy the Belgian waffle he’d gotten for her. Nonetheless, a lead was a lead, be it a strong one or a weak one. The diner she was led to certainly wasn’t the former, from the looks of it.

A chill went up your spine when Lee found the courage in herself to make a noise, opting to clear her throat and disturb the silent atmosphere. You lifted your head up from the receipt paper, looking at Lee and watched her slowly approach the counter. It was written all over her face and clear as day to you that she couldn’t talk to people.

You and Lee made long, uncomfortable eye contact with each other. Brown eyes stared into yours and burned holes into your skull.

You forced a smile to flash on your lips. “How can I help you this morning, miss?”

Lee could feel her stomach churning. Talking with strangers. Socializing. Something she’d never been good at for as long as she could remember; her mom being the person she talked to the most in her entire life. Striking up conversation even with the agents around the Bureau took a great deal of courage.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t found herself intimated even by a cashier in front of her.

“I— uhh…” Lee felt her cheeks heat up with the slight irritation that followed the embarrassment rushing up to her face. She swallowed hardly in hopes to push down the remainder of the mortifying feeling attempting to crawl up the walls of her dry throat. Her hand fumbled with the badge sitting against her stomach, holding it up and showing her credentials. “There’s reason to believe this diner is involved with an ongoing murder investigation around here.”

“This old thing?” You chuckled as you pushed away the receipt paper and pushed yourself up with your palms. “This good ol’ diner on good ol’ LaPoars street?”

“Evidence can be found in the most unsuspecting of places,” Lee swallowed again, this time softer as she released her badge and let it fall against her stomach. Lee watched you turn your head to look at Riley, who was still sleeping, then back at her.

“Can’t think why this diner is involved with a murder case,” you shook your head softly, your eyes drifting up to Lee’s face. “Drug bust, yeah. Murder case? Fuck no.”

“I believe that jail cells and prison cells should be open for inmates with more serious crimes than doing drugs. Oregon is filling their centers with drug addicts who belong in rehab instead while murderers and human traffickers and other criminals are still scott free.”

Lee looked away as she felt the tips of her ears burn and the back of her neck began to feel just as hot. She didn’t bother to check and see if you were giving her a look that would tell her if you’re weirded out by how deeply she’d thought into it just for the sake of not seeing the judgmental look in your eyes. Except no such judgment was found, and in fact, a look of interest had taken over the features of your face.

“Strange ideology,” you narrowed your eyes slightly. “Especially from an FBI agent.”

“It seems more like common sense to me,” Lee felt the comings of a scowl about to form on her face. Not only had she been socializing, but it was coming…naturally, she concluded. She couldn’t find herself having to calculate her response to accommodate the mood, rather than letting the words flow freely from her loosened lips.

You glanced back at Riley again, a smirk playing at your mouth. “So if I told you that she’d just smoked a pound and a half of weed, you wouldn’t give a shit?”

“That’s not what I said—“ Lee cleared her throat as she followed your gaze, her eyes landing on Riley and watching a strand of her inky black hair falling on her cheek. She certainly didn’t hold a pleasant aroma, the smell of marijuana lingered all around her with the faint fragrance of cheap perfume in what Lee could only assume was a futile attempt to cover up the potent stench.

She sighed softly. “I just meant that we shouldn’t be wasting spaces in prisons with inmates who are in the wrong places—literally and figuratively.”

“Yeah, but like,” you tilt your head to punctuate your clause, looking back towards the kitchen doors when you and Lee both heard a clang come from the back. You weren’t concerned; Tristan had always been causing messes back there. You looked back at Lee. “If she’d been smokin’ all that weed she wouldn’t be arrested?”

“Not by me, at least. A pound and a half sounds like a serious problem. Jail wouldn’t be the place for her, should she be let out or bailed. Rehab would be more fitting.”

“I can hear you both,” Riley propped one eye open and glared at you and Lee both, a nasty look in her murky iris. Lee didn’t miss the red tint that circled her eyes, proving your inquiry to be truthful that she did in fact smoke a bunch of weed.

Lee couldn’t whip out her badge and immediately put Riley behind bars. In a better worded statement, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Legally, she was required to, but she knows it’s not where she needs to be. She sighed again, resting her freezing cold hands on the edge of the counter.

“Back to the initial subject…I have reason to be here,” Lee pushed herself off of the counter, looking back at you. “I’ll be excusing myself to a…” she turned her head around to look at the tables and booths around the room, eyeing the ones in the very back on either side of the room. “More secluded area.”

“Is this gonna become an FBI agent hangout now?” Riley quipped just after Lee turned to shuffle off somewhere else, preferably into a corner where she could huddle up and avoid socializing the best she can. Your eyes followed closely on Lee as she made her away around the collection of tables and to the left side of the room.

“You stay here a second,” you muttered, to which Riley whipped her head around and found you as you made your way back into the kitchen. She parted her lips to protest, but the words died on her lips when the doors swung closed just as she turned around. She furrowed her eyebrows and raised a pale middle finger up into the air.

Riley turned back to face the counter, resting her elbows on the edge and looking around. She couldn’t stop her gaze from landing on Lee, who awkwardly sat in one of the blue booths in the corner. Riley could feel the boredom that radiated off of her; her eyes uninterested and kept her gaze on her as Lee looked around the room, presumably having been searching for anything she would have already seen that she would label as evidence.

In the kitchen, which was almost empty given the short staffing, which was a result from the relatively small population in this small town, Tristan stood with a towel slung over his shoulder, his hand gripping the end of it. His head was lowered to your height, his face looked a little pale and nervous, but it was something that slipped past your senses.

“Whaddya mean there’s an FBI agent out there?” Tristen stroked his chin with his fingers nervously, nibbling on his lower lip. “Did something slip up?”

You frowned and hissed in a lower tone. “No, you idiot! Everything was done exactly the way it has been every time!”

“So then why is that FBI lady out there? How does she know it leads back here?!”

You were wise enough to not tell Tristan anything for the exact reason that he likes to overreact to some things. This thing being one of them. Your events of last night, and of many other nights spent staying up late and indulging in one of your newfound hobbies that some would consider criminal. You just thought it was cleaning up the town with dirty work. Nonetheless, with how sensitive people were (especially when word got out about some ‘Longlegs’ murderer finally getting caught; the fact that he was right under people’s noses sent them into a flurry a few years ago) and with a literal Federal Bureaucracy in town, resorting to sneaking around at night and planning the perfect scene to leave behind was what had become part of your routine that would occur every week or two.

You sighed. “Just…let me handle it. Don’t do anything stupid. Stay back here.”

Tristan attempted to interject before you could turn on your heel to walk back out. “Letting you handle it is what got that lady here, you idiot…”

The doors swung back open dramatically, with you leaving them with a reinforced grin on your face. Riley kept her eyes narrowed suspiciously in what you assumed was a teasing gesture. The tiniest hint of a smirk had curved the very ends of her mouth. Her cockiness was simply a result of her having remained in the dark about your late night activities; not knowing of all the different ways you broke the law numerous times in just the span of some months with all the things you left behind for the cops to find on their own.

After a while it got boring, so you decided to give them a little boost.

“Can you imagine this old place being involved with a murder?” Riley commented, her voice having pulled you out of your thoughts. Your face contorted into a confused look as she turned your head to face her. You hadn’t noticed that she had started leaning her palms against the edge of the counter similar to what Lee was doing earlier. Your eyes followed where you thought Riley’s gaze was going and unashamedly started at Lee.

You clicked your tongue and jumped up to sit on the counter. “I didn’t imagine Ted Bundy being a bad guy, but here we are.”

“You met Ted Bundy?” Riley whipped her head around, her eyes wide with a grin on her face as she tilted her head slightly. “When?”

“It was years ago,” you started to swing your legs off the edge of the counter, resting your palms behind you and tilting your head back. “I was walking home from school—I think I was in middle school, and this car pulled up next to me with a dude hangin’ out of his window. He looked pretty handsome, I guess, and he was trying to charm me into getting in with him. Found out later that it was actually Ted Bundy.”

“That’s insane,” Riley snickered and shook her head. “Insane that you’re full of shit, Y/n.”

“Why would I lie about encountering Ted Bundy?” You rolled your eyes when Riley gave you a knowing look that teased you and tried to call bullshit.

The conversation very obviously didn’t go unnoticed by Lee sitting in the corner. Listening to you and Riley talk very lightly about a serial killer wasn’t unnerving, though she had found it a little odd that you were so casual about it. She didn’t not believe you, she believed every victim who experienced something similar. She knew better than to assume, which she very badly wanted to assume that it was just a front, maybe an attempt to not look weak in front of someone who you’d probably never been vulnerable around.

Thinking about something that didn’t involve Lee that’d already happened years ago strangely made her head hurt. She couldn’t wrap her head around why you’d been so…easy about explaining your interaction with such a man. The front could be a possibility, but she figured it would have taken at least a bit more prying on Riley’s end to get it out of you. Lee attempted to softly shake her head in a way that wouldn’t get yours or Riley’s attention to try and clear her head of the thoughts that were probably considered nosy. It didn’t work. Instead she opted to try and build up courage to go up there again and initiate conversation.

While the words you’d shared with Riley went in one ear and out the other, her sentences flowing in pieces and strings you hadn’t bothered to pay attention to had resulted in you looking stupid with some of your replies. You didn’t care; you couldn’t blame yourself. You’d stayed up until some time in the 3 o’clock hour this morning replaying the scene in your head over and over again to make sure you missed nothing until you eventually passed out from exhaustion, and then had woken up only 2 hours and some change later to get ready for your early shift at the diner which would be over at 4 this afternoon. You were caught in a daze you could only describe as a blank daydream that you hadn’t realized Lee was standing at the counter.

“You come up with some shit about that murder case, agent?” Riley teased, a slap on her shoulder earned from it courtesy of you. Lee cleared her throat, feeling it begin to close up and her entire face burning up once again.

“Something like that,” Lee concluded, her gaze switched between you and Riley, and inevitably landed on Riley first. “I need everyone who works here for questioning.”

“Look at that. She thinks we’re murderers,” Riley joked, a snicker leaving her again. You punched her shoulder this time, turning on the counter to face Lee and watched her look around awkwardly. Her lack of eye contact made her look not even half as intimidating as an FBI agent should look.

“It’s a requirement, you idiot,” you spared Riley another look, your eyes narrowed into a glare that Riley didn’t take seriously. In half a second of a blink, you switched your gaze to Lee, your expression moving from something like a death stare to a smile, your face beaming right at her.

Lee swallowed quietly and shifted the sleeves of her FBI jacket, her fingers fidgeting with the cuffs. “If anyone is willing to participate in questioning, please.” She mirrored your earlier rough expression and pursed her lips, her jaw clenched as she looked at something, anything other than you and Riley. She felt anxious just standing here in front of two people. She didn’t have to lift her head up to know that the judgmental look was on display on Riley's face.

“Y/n, go tell the manager we’re goin’ on a mandatory leave,” Riley yawned as she reached around her back with her arms and started to untie the string of her apron. Your face scrunched up as you turned back around and pushed yourself off the counter, landing on the floor and sauntering around the counter to the right side from where Lee was standing. You kicked open the small door that only went up knee height with your foot.

In a few steps your hand clutched onto the corner of an empty door frame, swinging yourself leftwards around to the length of the hallway. Your arms reached around your own back to quickly undo the string around your waist as you made two right turns to the manager’s office. Your knuckles gently tapped the doorframe a few times as you stood in the open doorway.

In the space ahead of you was a tiny old office that was probably the size of the janitor's closet from high school, an ugly dark red wallpaper around the mini walls that were seemingly closing around the fat old man sitting at the desk on the right side. His light blue work shirt seemed like it was tearing at the seams from the outline of his stomach, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off the frail and freckled skin of his arms decorated with wrinkles and protruding veins going down to his hands. Going upwards his number of chins sagged against the collar of his shirt like a beanbag, the small tufts of gray and white hairs which the manager so desperately argued was a beard were swaying side to side from the breeze of the fan on his desk. His face was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that was accumulating on him no matter how cold it got. Not much hair was found on the entirety of his head aside from the streaks down the side of the top of his head. His beady eyes darted up to your figure standing in his doorway, his parted lips letting out rushed breaths as he leaned back in his office chair.

His office desk was cluttered with stuff ranging from papers to tinfoil wraps crumpled up into balls he’d yet to throw out. The fan on his desk wasn’t doing him much justice; if it were you sitting there with that fan blowing right in your face you would’ve been shivering from the breeze combined with the already cold air outside. The only truthful thing that man said was that his body temperature was naturally high which led to the excess sweating. The fan had bits of dust collecting on the sides and even on the blades that you could see occasionally flying off into the air from it being constantly on high. Even more files were piled on the floor around him, beit next to his desk or behind him against the wall behind him; what the files were filled with, you had half a mind to stay curious instead of snooping around.

“What is it?” His gruff voice, thick with a New York accent, came out like a grumble mixed with a slight distortion from his probably swollen gums from the evident negligence of his dental hygiene. He looked to be in horrible shape, contrary to the arguments and statements made otherwise, always boasting about how he could still go skydiving and a bunch of other adrenaline junkie things.

“There’s an FBI agent out there,” you tilt your head towards the direction of the counter. “She needs us for questioning. Probably at some Bureau around town.”

“Tell her that these booths will do just fine,” his eyebrows furrowed as he shifted in his chair. “You guys ain’t gettin’ a day off just for some FBI lady.” He reached over with his meaty arm to grab the foam cup on his desk you didn’t see amongst the other stuff around it. His lips parted to take the straw in his mouth, drinking whatever it was that was probably contributing to the visible complications of his body weight.

You sighed, your hand flipping over with your palm against the side of the door. “Well, we can’t just say no.”

“Then you figure somethin’ out!” He exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing even more after he swallowed his Coke. “None of you brats are leavin’ this building until your shift is over, non-negotiable.”

Your eyes darkened for a moment as your index finger gently tapped against the side of the doorframe. You watched him with half lidded eyes as he slurped up whatever was left of his cup. You looked over the slush of his chins and watched them jiggle around like jelly as he turned his head to grumble out some more bullshit to you that you haven't paid attention to, his words squishing into one ear and out the other like the swelling of his gums was affecting the weight of his speech. You wondered if it would be easier to cut through his skin with a knife or if it was too thick for just a quick slit to do the trick. Or maybe he could survive a syringe filled to the brim with something lethal right to the jugular.

“It’s the law, sir,” you interjected, your stance shifted so that your elbow was resting against the doorframe and your hip was sticking out. “And it’s also a public space. Do you really want someone to walk in on an FBI interrogation in your diner, sir?”

You watched his face harden into a glare, starting a bit of a staring contest between you and him. His beady eyes looked all over your face for a moment, searching for any excuse to keep you all here at the diner instead of leaving at the will of the law. You sensed defeat was about to come over him, but knowing him you knew he was being too stubborn to budge, so you decided to give him a little push.

“Imagine the people talking about this old diner being involved with a murder case,” you added with a shake of your head and a click of your tongue. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from letting a smile stretch across your face when you saw the manager’s face drop.

“Imagine how that makes you look, sir. Let the place get involved in such dark things.”

“Alright, alright!” He shouted, his head bobbing as he let out a huff of frustration. “Go, get out of my office. But none of you rats ain’t gettin’ paid for the time you’re takin’ off, you hear?”

You flashed the manager a fake smile, pushing your elbow off the doorframe and flitting your fingers and waving them lightly before you turned on your heel to walk back around the diner. You emerged from the hallway to find Riley and Lee out there, seemingly waiting on you and Tristan. You sighed as you knew very well what he was doing to stall his arrival at the Bureau.

You walked over to the kitchen doors and pushed them open and found Tristan frantically checking all the knives to see if they’d all been cleaned perfectly with no trace of anyone’s DNA on them. His hands covered in plastic gloves were so shaky you thought he’d drop them and cause a mess on the kitchen floor. You frowned and took a large step closer to him, your hand clutched on his sleeve and yanking towards you.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed, watching Tristan’s face go red with embarrassment and nervousness. He swallowed as he let out panicked breaths, running a hand through the inky black mop of hair covering his head.

“You’re holding us up and making us look weird, you moron!”

“You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place! You’re the moron here!”

“Jesus Christ, Tristan,” you grumbled as you yanked him by his arm to drag him out of the kitchen. He stopped himself and pulled his arm out of your grip to leave the knife in the sink filled with warm water.

“I’m not leaving till you tell me why you led the damn FBI here!” He hissed, his voice almost a replica of your retort if not for the slight crack in it. “You can’t leave me in the dark too, Y/n!”

You clenched your jaw and balled up your fist, your eye twitching slightly with annoyance. You couldn’t let Tristan know how much he actually got on your nerves; the things you would say might be enough for him to shy away from the hobby you both picked up and even turn you into the cops or to the FBI agent out there. You knew to keep your lips sealed and to take a breath to stop yourself from kicking him out of your hobbies and go it alone. Though you knew you couldn’t be able to do it half as efficiently without Tristan.

“I promise, I’ll tell you about it when we get back,” you started as your hand slowly came up to softly pat Tristan on his shoulder. “But for now, just chill out. It probably won’t be anything specific.” Your hand left the white sleeve covering his shoulder as you turned again to face the kitchen doors. You and Tristan walked out, your thumb in the air as you grabbed your jacket that was hanging off the coat rack in the corner and slipped it over your shoulders.

Down the hallway to the manager’s office which you’d just been to (with the smell of burger grease still lingering on you) was the sound of very heavy footsteps belonging to who you could only assume was the manager. The dramatically loud stomping of his feet made you roll your eyes as he emerged from the doorway, making his typical grand entrance with his belly rolls bouncing and pushing through his shirt which you thought was practically screaming for its life. His beady eyes landed on Lee as she stood in front of the counter, swallowing quietly and looking away when the manager gave her a look that made her question if she’d done something wrong just by being there.

“You’re that FBI agent my employee talked about, ain’t ya?” He snarled. You were half tempted to walk back into the kitchen just to grab the knife that Tristan was cleaning and slit the manager’s throat clean open just for the sake of never dealing with his attitude again.

Lee only nodded quietly as she fiddled with her badge. “Special Agent Lee Harker, sir. We need you and all other present employees to participate in questioning.”

The manager shot you a look. “A murder, right?” His gase switched back to Lee, his face resting into a suspicious look. “Why the hell would there be a murder here?”

“Not here specifically, sir,” Lee slightly shifted her feet against the tiled floor, looking down at the cracks and the painting of it. “But there’s evidence that proves that this location might be involved with it.”

The manager first looked at Tristan, the nervous look on his employees face didn’t go unnoticed. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, pursing his lips as he looked Tristan up and down with notable disgust that was similar to what a lot of other people around town would give him. You felt the gears turning in your head as a plan was concocting itself just from your gaze having stayed on your manager.

Then he looked over to Riley, whose hand rubbed her eye slowly while she yawned. No such suspicion rose in him as he watched her try and wake herself up. He even thought she’d be the last person to be involved in such a violent crime or even the FBI. He dared not to even look your way. Goddamn if he could ever figure out why, but you were creepy. If he weren’t so short staffed he would’ve never hired you just because of the chills you sent down his spine. The empty stare that sometimes took hold of your eyes or the way you so calmly talked to everyone he watched you interact with made him shiver from time to time.

Something told him you were involved with it. Though the chills held his tongue back from saying any such words.

“Get on with it, then,” he put on a scowl to mask the cold sweat that was growing on the back of his neck and staining the collar of his shirt. “Don’t keep me waiting, woman.”

Lee swallowed quietly in an attempt to ignore the derogatory tone of his voice that had called her woman, more than likely in a way to try and put her down or to make her feel like she’s doing something wrong. Nonetheless she found a way to let his words slip in and out shallowly through her ears and turned her attention to the other people around her.

“It shouldn’t be very long, I assume,” she cleared her throat as she began to shuffle in her spot. She knew it was more than likely a lie, but seeing that the manager was already visibly upset at getting pulled out of his office to go to the Bureau and everyone looking so tired, she didn’t have it in her to tell them that it would probably take a few hours. The questioning process wasn’t easy at all; she’d have to visit all 4 of them and ask them the same questions over and over again, then put it all in order to see if it all added up or if something seems fishy. Then there’s the possibility of any of them lying, and the possibility of any of them not cooperating. It was truly an irritating process for any other agent. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case with Lee.

“You all should be back before noon,” she added, just to try and fix the tension she assumed she’d accidentally caused in the manager’s face. He gave the other 3 a look—a dirty look that suggests he does it often enough to provoke suspicion that he mistreated his employees—before he looked at Lee with that same glare with a sharpness that played no favorites and bowed down to not even the face of the law itself.

You stared back at the manager when he gave you, Tristan and Riley a firm look, and even kept it on him after he looked away. He seemed like he got chills down his spine from the glare you gave him, and you were quite satisfied with it, but it would’ve been better with a needle stuck in the side of his fat cheek with some sort of drug injected into his system, or maybe the penicillin he said he was allergic to, just to see what kind of reaction he has to it and two bashed hands so he couldn’t lift them up and take out the syringe. Watching that side of his face begin to swell up and turn a plum purple or maybe close up his throat and make him suffocate. Though the unsettled look on his face would have to do for now.

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9:00 AM.

In a while, after it was decided that you and everyone else would all manage to pile into Lee’s car with the manager somehow squeezing himself into the passenger’s seat with barely enough breathing room for Lee and a silent, awkward drive to the Bureau, the manager, you, Tristan and Riley found yourselves sitting in separate questioning rooms with only Lee going through and questioning each of you.

She started first with the manager, with as much of a patient and calm attitude she could muster with the overwhelming sternness and irritability from him that he gave in his answers, quick and gruff with short breaths to follow. Lee knew in her gut this man had nothing to do with these murders—she could tell just from this interrogation that he only cared for himself and didn’t focus on anything but himself and he was too self absorbed to even think of taking another life. She came to such a revelation with answers like ‘So? Why should I give a fuck about some dude who got slashed? Not my problem,’ and that was enough to give her a pretty good idea of the kind of person he was.

Riley wasn’t much trouble. Only thing she looked guilty of was the weed part which seemed like a completely separate thing. She couldn’t give clear answers on what she was doing last night, claiming it was the result of getting baked during the night and Lee wouldn’t have to be told twice to know that was the dumb truth.

Tristan looked suspicious when she was questioning him. He was shaking like a leaf when Lee was in there and it would be safe to assume he’s been shaking the whole time. He was about as nervous as a new kid on his first day at a new school, stuttering over his words and sweating like a pig. Lee contemplated giving him the benefit of the doubt and brushing it aside and saying he’s only nervous because he’s probably never been interrogated before, let alone gotten involved with the FBI.

The thing that tickled her brain the most, the thing that scratched her mind was you. You, the random employee who was seemingly the only one who could ever send true fear down the manager’s spine and make him bend to your will. The calm and collected look on your face and the steady voice almost made Lee think you were prepared for the interrogation. Everything in her body screamed at her that you were 100% involved with the murders—not just the recent one with the man whose throat had been slit in the bathroom. She could almost get a clear picture in her head of you tying together a person’s limbs with grass blades like they were a doll. But she couldn’t just say it’s you with not even a confession to go off of and have you tried for murder immediately.

Paying attention to the gentle malicious look in your eyes and the soft curve of your lips in a charismatic way to make you look like you had enjoyable company despite the manager’s fear saying otherwise gave Lee a theory in her mind that you were faking it. Maybe something horrible, much darker was hiding behind it. Maybe a big bad wolf or a monster was lurking behind that kind smile and soft but threatening glint in your irises that most people didn’t look into. It didn’t slip past Lee, and it makes her wonder how people ever looked over it when they talked to you.

Lee swallowed quietly and turned her head towards the shut door behind her, pondering whether she should focus her main attention on you and ask you extra questions she absolutely didn’t ask the others. She wondered if your answers would stay consistent or if they would change depending on how specific she got with them and if you would eventually slip up and give an answer that didn’t quite line up with the table of events she made in her head.

She turned back to you, taking a small breath before completely jumping the firing gun.

“What do you do after your shift ends, Y/n?”_________________________

gif creds go to either hallucinationgalaxy, ClefairyKid, or glittersludge (there were multiple creds when i found the gif so i think it’s safe to assume that this one is from any one of those accs) ♡

[bug3y3ddd]

Chapter 5

( Lo & Lu )

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙

I wake up to Lucia's face in front of me. She smiles and exclaims " Happy Birthday! "

I rub my eyes and sit up while she starts to ramble.

" What gotta get ready, I have a whole day planned for us. First we're going to breakfast at this really cute tea shop, then we're-" I listen as she talks about her whole itinerary she has planned for us.

It feels like nice having someone be excited for you. I never been excited about my birthday, I usually don't do anything but cry.

Every year for my birthday I wished to be happy.

My last birthday party was when I turned 13 and I just remember when my family and extended family members sang to me. I realize how none of these people really care about me. It was a bunch of strangers who were just singing to me. I felt like throwing up.

When I turned 14, my mom threw a party and none of my family members showed up. It was a pretty lonely party, for a lonely girl.

Just me and my mom.

I'm not close to my mom at all, so again a birthday with strangers.

Yet I'm actually celebrating my birthday this year with an actual stranger.

But I feel happy.

Lucia gives me a makeover, after I give in to her begging. I don't know why but I get this weird feeling whenever I make her smile or happy.

I look in the mirror and I can't help but laugh at myself.

" You don't like it?! ' She says with sad puppy eyes.

" No, no, it's not that. I just never really saw myself like this before. " I say. Her face is filled with relief.

" Well now that you're living with me, get used to seeing yourself like this now. " She says with a small pout. I smile and continue to look at myself.

I feel weird.

I feel like a different person, these clothes shouldn't be on a person like me. But I don't want to make Lucia sad, she spent so long doing my makeup, hair and picking up my clothes.

So I'll just suck it up.

I watch her do her makeup and get ready. Each stroke of her brush has meaning, her makeup has no flaws, it's hypnotizing watching her get ready. She's serious when she gets ready, as if picking which top she should wear is life or death.

She stares at herself and has a serious expression before turning to me with a bright smile.

We head out to her car, an old convertible, with no working ac, but on the plus side she has a good cd playing right now.

I listen to her talk about the most random things her mind seems to come up with. I hear her talk about the stray cat she feeds, a new fabric she wants, how she thinks her phone is listening to her, how she wants a blue fish, how she saw the cutest shoes, and I just listen.

Her voice is calming and makes me feel relaxed. We get to the tea shop and sit next to the window. It's a small restaurant, few customers but I see why Lucia wanted to come here. It's so her coded, if she had a restaurant she'd probably decorate it exactly like this.

I actually hate tea but I don't wanna ruin it for her, she seems to be having fun here. Taking photos of anything and everything she finds cute.

Orange juice

Hibiscus Tea

Finger Sandwiches

Macaroons

Pancakes with Bananas on top

Parfait

" So I was thinking after this we should go shopping for clothes and fabrics. What types of clothes do you like? " She asks while stuffing her face.

" Um. I'm not really sure what kind of clothes I like. " I say.

" Well we can look around and see what you like! It's on me! " She says with a big smile.

Narrator's POV

They spend hours sitting and talking to each other. Two strangers now turning into something more special than just friends.

Their smiles get brighter each minute they talk to each other.

They laugh as they exit the tea shop, they talk non stop in the car, their conversation louder than the music playing. They run through the streets and stores, with big smiles on their faces. Never letting go of each other's hands.

Two broken souls come together to make one happy soul.

They enter different thrift stores and try different outfits, some weird, some pretty, some funky, and some just plain ugly. But it doesn't matter what they put on, their new sudden confidence in themselves overshines the outfits.

They end up buying matching items that correspond to their personalities. Lucia buys a black fuzzy barret that has a gold cross pin on it, Lola gets black jacket that has a matching cross pendant on it.

Hand in hand they make their way to an arcade where they fail to get a prize in any of the claw machines. They shoot zombies, hype each other on every game they play, and get excited whenever they get more than 10 tickets.

They laugh and try to find a table in the arcade that isn't sticky, dirty or not filled with trash.

Finally they sit down at a clean table but that has a broken leg which makes it wobbly.

Two strawberry milkshakes

One bacon burger with extra fries

One slice of pepperoni pizza

" I really wanted that orange plushie. " Lucia says with pout.

" Lu we tried to get that plushie like a thousand times, maybe you guys just weren't fated. " Lola says while biting a fry.

Lucia whines and sinks into her seat.

" Yeaaaaa, but it was soooo cute Lo! It wanted to come home with me I know! " Lucia says.

Lola laughs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

" I'll be right back, gonna go to the bathroom. " Lola says.

" Hurry back! " Lucia says.

Lucia's POV

Now i'm all alone now. Poo

I look at the people here and groan.

Ugh! Why are there so many couples here? I drink my milkshake and grip the straw, I hate couples!

I sip furiously when I see a guy come up to me.

" Can I take this away? " He asks, pointing at my empty plate.

" Uh yeah. " I said, handing him the plate.

" Like your hat. " He says pointing at his head.

" Thanks, I like your stripes. " I say pointing at his uniform.

He chuckles, grabs my plate and walks away.

Before I can even think about my small interaction with the worker Lola comes back and quickly demolishes her food. We leave the arcade and walk around the mall for a while, when I spot a photobooth.

I grab Lo's hand and drag her behind the curtain.

" Lu, I don't wanna take a photo right now. " She groans.

" Blah Blah. Smile! " I say.

The first flash blinds us.

I poke her cheek.

" Smile please." I beg.

" fine. " She says.

The second flash hits us.

Then the third

Finally the fourth

I grab the photos and her hand and run to the nearest exit.

" Where are we going now? " Lo asks.

" To the car, I gotta take you somewhere. " I say.

Once we put our seatbelts on I floored it.

We drive so far that we can't even make out the city's lights of buildings anymore.

Narrator's POV

A beach.

A dark, cold, and empty beach.

The two girls sit on the cold sand and watch the waves crash.

Side by side.

Heads leaning against one another.

" Lo, I think I'm in love with you. "

Waves crash

" Me too. "

[gracethefoundfamilyfan]

ok wait wait wait wait wait

we all hate on master fu for choosing literal children, right

but what if they HAVE to be children.

think about it. Ladybug's power is creation. She basically runs off love. She's crazy, and unorganized, and the fact that she feels so much for everything is what makes her the perfect creation holder. She falls in love way too easily. She makes crazy plans. Her and her friends think they can save the world with a hijacked commercial, and they DO it. Because they believe they can. You can't tell me an adult would be able to pull off any of the crazy plans the Miracugang pulls off. (Honestly Miraculous Ladybug reawakened my inner child cuz I used to be just like Marinette and she's literally the reason I picked up sewing again but that's another rant for another time)

And then there's Adrien. His power is destruction. Freedom. (Go read drowning (in plain sight) by buggachat there's a whole character study on Plagg in there and it's beautiful.) Anyways. Imagine if Fu had waited another year or two, not to mention until Adrien was an adult with a 'fully functioning brain'. You can't tell me Adrien could've held out that long. He wouldn't have been chosen for the Chat miraculous, because he wouldn't have been trying to run away. He would have either been broken, or his father would have used his amok to force him into complete obedience by then. But in Origins, it's close enough to his mother's death that he still remembers her. He's still feeling. He's still rebelling. And then Plagg gives him the strength to keep doing that, and the outlet (as Chat Noir) to express himself so he doesn't lose himself.

And then there's the Lucky Charms. The plans that they come up with are frankly frickin bonkers. I mean, Rena's first mission (if I remember correctly) involved Chat Noir jumping off a roof on a unicycle. I honestly think Ladybug's lessened amount of life experience helps in those situations, because I'm only a couple years older than her and I would have never thought up any of those ideas. My brain is too fixed by the system at this point to think that much out of the box, although I'm working on fixing that. I can't imagine my mom, for example, coming up with any of that stuff, let alone finding a random pair of earrings and putting them on in the first place. Literally no one else would do that except for a super trusting teenager who's also into fashion. Not to mention the fact that they

TL;DR: The emotional capacity and limited life experience of the superheroes in ML are the only reason they even consented to being superheroes in the first place, and although I don't like it, Fu was working god mode when he picked them. Basically, you have to have the vision to see the possibilities without putting limits on yourself (because the holder sets the limits) and it's far easier for teenagers/younger people to imagine stuff like that. Also they're such dorks.

wow that's a long tldr sorry about that

[crimsonblackrose]

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Lia is reading Beowulf

Anthony recommends Animal Farm instead.

Mr. Landry lived next to their elementary school and had chicken coops. They've been in school together since elementary school.

Lia: I miss being friends. Anthony's brain breaking for a moment.

Lia calls Kenny: Strawberry ghost.

Anthony's friend does Tommy's line about how everyone is doing something new.

This actor does a great job of making me hate his character Zack:

All he does is egg Anthony on and put peer pressure on him. Apparently Kenny got like 20 points during gym

Anthony stealing Kenny's clothes is messed up.

Miguel has been stretching since 6 am. 🤣 Tournament's a month away.

Mr. even while drunk never loses his keys somehow misplaces his hachimaki at Carmen's? not buying it.

Don't go where he can't follow. Ooh I forgot he drops a little context. "You know how they make that loaded potato soup."

I think the "i found something in your room I need you to explain" is 1. another invasion of privacy. 2. Anthony why wouldn't you hide a cobra kai hoodie, knowing that they broke into your home and are terrorizing your sister? 3. Why did you even take it home? and 4. I think sadly, the most we've seen Daniel say to Anthony since he was littler and just sort of ignored Daniel or tried to order out his needs.

Anthony you little liar. Well...actually I guess from Anthony's perspective Kenny is giving him a hard time. But it's not on purpose and the way you've been responding to losing at basketball or not having all of Lia's attention is not cool. And you curbing to peer pressure is on you. I'm sorry that your friends suck, but Anthony you managed to go this long making them think you knew karate and couldn't use it because it was a lethal weapon kinda means you should be able to worm your way out of all of this. Kenny's in Cobra Kai because of you.

Messing around and name calling is what your 'friends' are doing to you, not what Kenny is doing to you.

Daniel: Go upstairs, get changed. Anthony: For what? Daniel: Just go upstairs and get changed.

Anthony should've come down in a suit. Because Daniel should've specified working out or something.

Robby listening to Kenny and then figuring out the best way to help him/steer him. "I got kicked out of school and went to juvie, you gotta be smarter than me and your brother" is a very good choice.

I totally see Piper in the background and her friends.

Silver: we all have weaknesses. Tory: Kreese doesn't. Silver: of course he does. Kreese: The hell i do, don't tell them I have any weakness.

each pick a fighter 6 pack of brews to the winner.

Johnny struggling from 'we're hooking up, to not hooking up to sex talk intro....

Johnny nervously just listing off chain restaurants.

Miguel's surprised but not surprised and also judging his mom just a smidge:

Listen sometimes Johnny's got a whole lot of decent balanced stuff in his fridge. It depends on how much self-hatred he's stewing in. When he digs himself out of it he tends to clean up and also his eating habits change.

Miyagi-do does not have wifi

Remember...when Amanda's clue that Kreese was dangerous was that he had weapons on his wall? These weapons? Weapons Daniel also had? And that the kids are now training because the All-Valley included skills competition?

Anthony says the cars, Daniel forgot to put the covers on them, look like a jackson pollock painting (they're covered in bird poop)

I can't believe Daniel's leaving to go to the dealership. Like on the one hand proud of him for finding the balance to do both. Both on the other hand, he's literally leaving a whole bunch of teenagers alone to practice with weapons. Unsupervised by an adult. Daniel, wtf?

Piper flirting with Tory after their sparring. 🤣 Good for her for shooting her shot.

Johnny heard that Silver was giving out dojo merch and sent Devon a eagle fang shirt before her first class.

Random new eagle fang students, we haven't had that in a while. I guess Johnny did manage to scrounge up some new recruits. I do think he should've still taken Moon on she could've done kata for him.

Devon brings up Bloodsport. Johnny is delighted.

omg

Johnny sent her prep work and it was movies and she went above his list:

Devon is a fan of Cynthia Rothrock.

Mitch saw Last Dragon, Johnny is not impressed. 😅 Sorry Mitch.

Devon also drops: best of the best.

Poor Miguel getting side lined again.

Johnny has tied the kids arms to their sides, in case cobra kai pops their shoulder out and they have to fight one handed.

I would like to point out he's talking about cheating and playing dirty and he got this idea because Daniel immobilized his arm with his secret pressure points.

Like I get that Daniel thinks his way is the best way to prep against Silver, but if they'd talked and Daniel had told him of all the Silver moves he knew, Johnny would've built lessons about ways to defend against it. Because he's literally trying to ensure they stay in the game and don't panic if they get injured like he did. Which he's been doing since the beginning by showing pretty much all his students at some point how to get out of a choke-hold.

It also sucks though, now that Johnny has one from Kreese and one from Daniel on that list because Daniel went too far and used the pressure points against him. It's a good lesson but it shouldn't have been inspired the way it was.

Johnny's used literally everything he can think of, ducttape on Mitch, rope on another kid, what looks like bungy cord on another. I dunno I feel like prepping them against cheating is so smart. I think he seran wrapped Bert. 🤣

I would say Johnny being careful with Miguel is probably related to Miguel's injury, but that hair ruffle in front of the class is totally because Johnny's told Miguel he's dating his mom.

One of the kids throws sand in Mitch's eyes. Which ow, and also dangerous. Johnny that could've been accomplished with a blindfold. But use the other senses because you've been blinded, without meaning too defends against one of SIlver's moves, to blind your opponent. For that one Miguel just held a box of sand.

Oh, I don't think having Devon kick all the guys in the balls is the way to go there Johnny. Even if Daniel used a ball-shot move he learned from Mr. Miyagi in TKK2. Miguel you gotta admit, not being in this one is probably for the best.

Johnny should've ensured they were all wearing protective gear first. Which is not...very him. (I'm going to blame netflix here) because while he put the kids in danger and it didn't always seem safe i.e. the junkyard with the dogs. He still ensured they had protective gear when doing stuff like breaking glass.

Like everyone giggling about Silver picking Kenny might make sense, but Silver totally scammed Kreese with his whole double or nothing. He literally knows that Robby's weakness would be his little buddy he's taken under his wing. Which is the whole point of the lesson.

And he proves it when Robby goes woah woah woah are you okay and Kreese has to call pause.

I do like that despite winning Kenny and Robby still do a little fist bump after their fight, like no hard feelings there despite Kenny tricking Robby by feigning injury.

all the ice, at least Johnny got ice for them all.

I dunno Johnny you shouldn't put all the kids but Miguel through the ringer and then say 'champ we've got family dinner'. It's uncool and you should know that it could cause division or seem like you're playing favorites.

Also Johnny just leaves Miguel. Are you seriously leaving Miguel who as far as we know doesn't have his own car or license yet, at an abandoned factory?

The taskrabbit Anthony called is named Artie, whose cat needs hernia surgery so this is his side hustle, and Daniel has tons of Glacier freeze gatorade but no lemon lime.

Daniel I'm surprised you let your credit card or any financial info anywhere near something Anthony has access to after he tried to alexa order something and you struggled to cancel it.

Anthony's response to this is that he knows, which makes me wonder if Daniel and Amanda pay so little attention to him that he feels like he does most things on his own and thus accomplishes everything on his own.

See that works on Sam because she met him but Anthony didn't so he doesn't care.

Mr. Miyagi taught sam the wax on wax off first move. Anthony gets he's a great ma and he taught Daniel karate. And he's heard all the stories and he's sick of it.

Daniel asks if that means he doesn't want to learn how to defend himself or learn skills for life and Anthony responds not if it means cleaning up bird shit to which Daniel rebukes him for language. then essentially says he thought Anthony was mature enough for this and walks away and tells Anthony to just go back to his video games.

Which, Daniel you fucked up here. Anthony never got to meet Mr. Miyagi that he remembered. So he's just hearing the whole family bond about this guy he doesn't know and it's isolating because he's got nothing to draw on to add to it. Anthony knows all the stories, he knows all about Mr. Miyagi, but do you know anything about Anthony beyond video games? Do you even know what video games he likes to play? Because you bought him kitkats from Japan and that's it. You're just not...listening. You're pissed because in your head he disrespected Mr. Miyagi. And didn't listen to the core of it. Which is there is no Miyagi magic for him and instead his whole life he's been living in the shadow of a man he doesn't know and getting teased because he should know the moves.

Also, I think if Johnny was still there, it'd suck because his training is always hard, but that Anthony would enjoy it more.

normally i tend to think whatevers in the middle of the table is the main course, but that's tomato, red onion and avocado and nothing else.

johnny is not good balancing between Miguel and Carmen.

I think what's happening is Johnny is trying so hard to not be Sid that he doesn't know what to do. Carmen literally moves later like she's going to just eat the tomato, onion and avocado as a meal/salad.

The way Anthony immediately starts apologizing for being in the dojo is kinda telling of his not so great relationship with his father. Like he found something that sparked his interest in karate but then immediately panics as soon as Daniel asks what he's doing.

Like Daniel even says he doesn't need to apologize, but Anthony just doesn't seem to know him well enough that he thinks he's doing something wrong.

Is this the pressure point lesson?

Because if it is, what Daniel says related to it is wild.

If it is in fact pressure points then Daniel you've already used it twice, once to save Johnny's life and stop Kreese and once to try and win an argument with Johnny.

I am glad Anthony is talking about how he feels sort of left out because he doesn't have any memories of Mr. Miyagi.

I also feel like this is a long time coming, Daniel needed to have this conversation with Anthony ages ago. A chance to tell him not stories about himself and Mr. Miyagi or Sam and Mr. Miyagi, the stories he knows all about, but you missed telling Anthony about his own story with Mr. Miyagi. "Mr. Miyagi wanted to hold him and as soon as Anthony was in his arms, Anthony kicked him in the face."

Mr. Miyagi apparently just laughed and said Anthony was going to be handful but would also be a protector of the family.

Since when? Also you, not wanting to pressure someone into doing what they don't want to do? Dude. You do that all the time. You tried to pressure all the students into learning just Miyagi-do which broke up the combined dojo.

Junior Prom theme his Hollywood Heights, which feels a bit like phoning it in since they're in LA.

Johnny once again showing up at school. Why if it's decorated for prom is it the middle of the day? Who would put up all those balloons and decorations this early?

Carmen might get pissed that Johnny's taking Miguel out of school to skip history.

Lia has figured out her and Ant's play date: Saturday at a fair at Westwood park and the best part is fried oreos. A bunch of other people including Kenny are going. Lia also has a friend named Jane.

Zach, get a hobby will you?

Kenny using LaPusso against Anthony knowing it's a weakness and luring Anthony and his not friends into a trap in the library. Smart kid. Also I get why he didn't trust the 'let's talk'.

Kenny is doing a great job of taking them all out individually.

One of the kids is named Marcus.

Of course Kenny got caught.

Johnny knows a lot of random facts about Rowdy Roddy Piper (A Canadian wrestler/actor for WWE who it look like wore a kilt)

Johnny says he doesn't know how to do this kind of relationship. And Miguel says that's what happened with robby right, he got scared? And Johnny admits that he got scared.

Johnny felt cheated, everything just made him miss his dad more and he couldn't figure out why everything was happening. His mom did the best she could but well she married sid.

Miguel asks if he ever tried to find him.

Johnny doesn't know what he'd say. But this is something Miguel's relating to.

Johnny also doesn't know where he'd begin looking for him.

Johnny really does have some honesty and reveals a lot about himself when people are willing to listen.

He says he didn't have a male role model until he met Kreese and they both know how that went.

He's trying so hard not to be the people in his life that abandoned him or gave up when he didn't do exactly what they wanted when he knew it was wrong.

He says he can never fix that. 😭

But he doesn't want to make that mistake with Miguel, he just doesn't know what to do or how to do this. he says he clearly doesn't know what the hell he's doing.

omg I'm going to cry, don't you boys start crying. Like damn xolo the tears in your eyes and the shaky laugh.

Some things are going to change, you dating my mom, but there are some things I don't want to change. | Like what?| Like you being my sensei.

I love that Johnny prepared a lesson.

He's going to teach Miguel one of the most badass moves in karate, the flying tornado.

Sam crashing their lesson. 🤣 She skipped school and was like fuck everyone else I do what I want which is sneaking into Eagle Fang.

I do appreciate that Johnny's first question is "Does your dad know you're here". Like he knows Daniel will be pissed and I don't think he'd teach her and lie about it. It's not his style.

The school/principal moved fast. "I've already talked to the other offending students and they will be suspended, so will your son."

He has evidence of Kenny running and being chased by the kids, found the milk tiktok, and evidence of cyberbullying.

Kenny really took care of his bullies.

Terry's reading this book.

Terry's also excited for Kreese's six pack gift to him: Ba Muoi Ba (Vietnamese Beer)

Scovil, from Utah, didn't really bathe, took point and took over leadership when he shouldn't have and stepped on a mindfield and died. Aka Kreese is warning Silver.

Kreese you really brought down the vibes, this guy was the giddiest happiest dude and now he's so sad and quiet and aware something is up.

Terry is right, Kreese you're over-reacting.

It's also uncool for you to pull the cage into this. You're being a dick Kreese, this is mean. Like Kreese you put so much effort into getting Terry to co-sensei with you and then you pull rank, and dredge up the worst memories of Terry's life.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Word count: 555

Read on AO3

Part 3 of Just a Glimpse

The bunker looked more like what you remembered after they got back from the store. The library had a playpen, toys got left in random rooms, the kitchen had bottles and formula in it, and one of the rooms had a crib. For now, it was in your room. You simply felt more comfortable that way.

You were cleaning up while the boys were out grocery shopping. Without them asking, you took on the role of ‘bunker mom’. At first, they insisted they help, but you refused. You enjoyed helping out, especially because they had gone out and done so much for you and Sammy. Sam especially.  Most nights he asked to do bedtime, and without words being exchanged, you knew why.

Hearing the door, you thought nothing of it. You thought maybe they had been quicker than expected. Moving from the kitchen, you had what you needed to clean the tables in the library, humming to yourself.

“Who the hell are you, and where are my boys?” Came a familiar voice behind you.

You slowly turned, holding your hands up. “I’m Dean’s daughter, and they’re out shopping.” You told Mary softly.

She narrowed her eyes. “Dean doesn’t have a daughter!” You went to open your mouth, but she pulled the hammer of her gun back, making a ‘click’ noise. Your heart was racing. “I’ll ask again. Who are you, and where are my boys?”

“I’m telling the truth. My name is Y/N Winchester. I’m 16, and Uncle Cas brought me back in time to keep me and my son safe.” You told her calmly. “My father, Dean Winchester, asked his past self to keep us safe.”

“There’s no way Dean would let his teenage daughter get pregnant.” She moved towards you, making you back up.

Swallowing, you nodded. “Yeah, he was pretty pissed, but it’s not like he could be with me all the time.” You replied.

“Sit.” Mary nodded towards the nearest chair. Silently, you did as she asked. “Don’t. Move.” Her tone was stern, and the look in her eyes was a bit frightening. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial for Dean. “Where are you?” She asked when he picked up.

Dean was standing in line as the cashier rung everything up when his phone rang. “Where are you?” Came Mary’s voice.

“At the store, we’re checking out now. Why?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“There’s someone in the bunker. I think you should get back. I can’t tie her up and keep a gun on her at the same time.”

His face paled and he looked at Sam. “There’s no need for that. We know she’s there.” He told her. “Let her go.”

Mary watched you, your hands gripping the arms of the chair. “She’s not moving from this chair, Dean.”

“She’s going to have to!”

“Why?” As if on cue, Sammy’s fussing came through the monitor. “…There’s a baby in the bunker?”

You clenched your jaw. “I told you! My son.” Moving to get up, she moved forward with the gun. “I’m going to my son.”

“Mom! Let her get to him! We’re heading to the car now.” Dean told her, rushing.

Dean had the phone between his shoulder and ear as he started the car. Hearing a gunshot, he froze.

[hey-cringelord]

this trend ruins me

(soifdesu on tik tok)

i saw this video the day it was posted, so a little over a week ago, and every day i find myself rewatching it over and over whenever i open tik tok. i am half the views on it at this point.

when i first picked bleach back up january of last year, i didn’t remember much of soul society arc. i didn’t bother refreshing my memory on anything except the captains names bcus at that time i wasn’t super into bleach. all i knew was that ichigo isn’t as human as he seems, rukia was saved from soul society, and orihime got scooped up by some random people (or however the bount arc starts). all this to say, i had no idea what the end of arrancar arc had in store for me.

when gin died i was 3-4 hours into that days binge, it was late night, i was tired and a little discombobulated, and ended up quietly sobbing over it (emphasis on quietly bcus i didn’t want my mom overhearing me and thinking i’m crazy). i could go on and on here, but i’ll get back to talking about the pics and save myself from all of that typing.

the orginal post was made march 12 of this year. i’m posting this an hour into the 22 of march. it’s been nearly ten days and all i can think about is rangiku’s edited lipstick marks on gin’s face.

all things considered, i think gin is very boyish and young. rangiku too, obviously, as they were both young (by soul society’s terms) in the flashbacks we get of them. 100 years old and then some compared to yamamoto’s 1000+ years would mean they’re basically teenagers, right?

with this in mind, every time i come back and loop the video for a good five minutes, the image that comes to mind physically hurts me every time. no sad, angsty things here, just mourning what could’ve been.

rangiku loved him, i think, and still had a lot of love to give him after his betrayal and his death.

i see these screenshots and i think about silly moments between them (bcus this has totally happened more than once) where rangiku is maybe a little drunk and a little giggly and a little flirty and gin is there, smiling the way he is and loving every sticky lipstick print rangiku leaves on his face.

it’s cute, and it breaks my heart. as i said i believe gin is boyish and young (in the right company, i should add, and the company in question being rangiku) so he accepts all the sticky marks she leaves on his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his lip.

as much as all this hurts me, though, nothing will compare to the way i sat up, paralysed with shock, as tears streamed down my face after hearing the words: If you were to turn into a snake tomorrow and began devouring humans, and from the same mouth you devoured humans, you cried out to me “I love you!”, would I still be able to say “I love you” the same way I do today?

there is no other quote from media that exists in this world that has made me break down in mere milliseconds the way that one did. i still cry if i hear it, and by now i have it fully memorised.

TL;DR: ginran causes emotional pain

[undertheknightwing]

Whoa, look at this! I wrote a Dick and Gar fic after who knows how long! It's mainly fluff but there's a little feels,,

Also this little fic was very much inspired by the wonderful @not-so-mundane-after-all 's fic Acrida (if you haven't read it, I suggest you do because it's amazing 💜)

I don't wanna spoil her fic so I won't say much about what struck my inspired chord but it was a piece of dialogue from the last chapter. I hope she doesn't mind 😅

“Mom! Mom! Look!”

Dick gasps, stopping dead in his tracks to avoid colliding into the young boy who ran past him. A soft laugh escapes through the man's lips, heart growing significantly larger in his chest, watching the boy zoom to his mother’s side. With a sheet of paper in one hand, he raises the other to excitedly grab onto the sleeve of Marie’s lab coat and tugs on it to get her attention.

Funny how things never really change. Even in the present Dick finds himself leaping to the side just to get out of Gar’s way when the teenager is in, what Rachel calls: “zoomie mode”, and runs around the tower at random times. Hopping onto and off surfaces and chasing after a nonexistent object, like the cats in those videos the kids are always sending in the - what’s supposed to be a mission focused only - group chat.

“Mom!”

“Garfield, please.” The scientist sighed, pulling a yellow rubber glove over one of her hands with a loud snap.

Gar continued to tug on the sleeve of her coat, the toothy smile on his face dropping into a frown. Energetic tone to his voice quickly changing into desperation laced with sadness, begging for her to look away from the desk cluttered with papers and give him a second of her time.

“Mom, I wanna show you something!”

With a faint smile on her lips, the woman casts a quick glance down to her son, then focuses on the vial of something she picked up and held carefully between her fingers. 

“I’ll see whatever it is later, I promise. But this needs my full attention right now.”

After using her free hand to give Garfield’s hair a lazy ruffle, she steps away and disappears down another hall, one that's protected by a door with a code and sign telling anyone not authorized to stay out. Leaving the boy alone, standing in the middle of the room, his shoulders deflating in disappointment and grip on the paper begins to loosen, threatening to let the piece of art drop to the floor.

A deep frown appeared on Dick’s face. He’s only been in this time period for a few hours and from what he’s seen of Gar’s parents, he doesn’t doubt they love their son, but it also seems like they might love their work and keeping their title of “world famous scientists” just a bit more.

“Hey, Gar.”

The young boy spun around in reaction to his name being spoken, posture perking up a bit as he greets with a cheery: “Hi, Mr. Grayson!”

Walking into the room, Dick dove his hands into his jacket pockets, then nodded his head to the side, gesturing to the door Marie went through.

“Your mom’s pretty busy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gar frowned once more, kicking at the floor. “She’s always busy.”

Dick huffs, half-smile on his lips. “My dad is too.” 

Then with a soft groan, he crouches to be on Garfield’s level and points at the colorful paper in the boy’s hand. 

“I’d like to see what you drew, if that’s okay with you.”

Eyes losing their twinkle, Gar lifts the paper up to look over whatever he had drawn, then shakes his head and mumbles quietly.

“It’s not important.”

A deep crack formed in the man’s heart when those words left a younger Gar’s lips, as well. Their familiarity strikes him like a stray bolt of lightning and is just as painful, just in an emotional kind of way. It’s a response he hears coming from present Gar a lot and now it makes sense.

He remembers staring in awe when he saw Garfield shapeshift into a grizzly bear for the first time during training. His son had been attempting to turn into something other than a tiger for a while and been struggling to pull it off, so seeing a huge green bear where a tiger usually would be made Dick’s chest burst with a mixture of pride and joy.

Pride that became something sadder after he asked Gar why he didn’t tell anyone he learned to shapeshift into a bear when he’s been working so hard to do so and Gar shrugged nonchalantly, telling the team leader that “it wasn’t important” before moving on to do something else.

Dick smiles warmly. “Well, I think it is.”

Which earns a head tilt from Gar.

He nods. “You made it, so it’s very important.”

The young boy hesitated, seeming genuinely confused for a brief moment.

Once Gar accepts, handing the drawing to Dick, the man's eyes sparkle and widen at the childish doodles of a few colorful cheetahs.

“Wow, this is amazing, buddy!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Dick reaches forward, giving the boy an affectionate hair ruffle rather than a lazy one. “You got talent, kid. Mind if I keep it to put on my fridge at home?”

“You can have it!” Gar pipes loudly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Thank you.” Folding the drawing as carefully as possible, he slips it into his coat's inner pocket. “My wife will think it’s adorable, I’ll tell her all about you.”

Kory's gonna think it's more than adorable and she sure isn't gonna let Dick put it on the fridge, she's gonna frame it and place it on their bedside table so she can always see the cute stick figure cheetahs drawn by their son years before their path intertwined with his.

If present Gar allows her to frame it, that is. There's always a chance he'll find it embarrassing.

A smile so bright you'd think could melt the biggest of icebergs stretches across Garfield’s face.

“Do you wanna come check on the birds with me?”

“I’d love to, Gar.”

Once stood up straight, the boy grabs his hand and begins to pull the man in the direction he came, casting a glance sparkling with pride back over his shoulder and up at Dick.

“I know lots about the birds and animals here!”

Dick’s smile twitches. The weight of the words weighed heavily onto him like a bag of bricks. The way they were said so innocently, so carefree, lacking knowledge of the storm on the horizon rolling in to turn this sweet boy's life upside down. A harsh punishment for something he didn't do, something he had no control over. Leave him feeling cursed and forgotten, unloved and unwanted by the people around him.

Eyes darkening with sympathy, Dick breathes a quiet sigh.

“I bet you do.”

[fragilecapric0rnn]

15 questions & 15 tags

tagged by Alex @gothbat99 thank you my love!

1. Are you named after anyone? 

My full name, technically yes? My parents were teenagers when i was born and as unprepared as any 17/18 year old would be. One of my aunts was holding me and said "I had a friend named THIS growing up, she was really pretty." and my mom heard the name and knew it was mine! My middle name is after my mom's childhood best friend (again, teenagers.)

My nickname, Sen, is a shortened version of my childhood nickname, coined by my little brother who had a hard time talking for the first few years of his life.

2. When was the last time you cried? 

When I was reading the last chapter of @hexiewrites beloved hockey AU!!! the rainbow imagery just GOT ME!!!

3. Do you have kids? 

No!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

No.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? 

Their eyes

6. What's your eye color? 

Dark brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings for sure. My real life has been scary enough!

8. Any special talents? 

My memory. I'll just remember the most random facts that I hear, it's like photographic memory but with hearing things? Very good with faces and names too. My brain is just a bank full of random facts about people I probably only met once. But also of people in my life now.

9. Where were you born? 

In a hospital.

10. What are your hobbies? 

Writing, reading. Just getting into bookbinding (gf bought me a laser printer for my bday!) and am currently wrestling with a typeset of missed connections fic as my tester fic. Once I get good, expect messages from me asking if i could bind your fics LOL

11. Do you have any pets? 

I wish!!!!

12. Have you played/do you play any sports? 

HA HA!

To no one's surprise, I was a cheerleader from age 7 to 18. I was also a varsity swimmer for 4 years in high school, ran 2 seasons of cross country, and did 1 season of soccer!

As an adult I realized I hate the gym, so I go on runs in my neighborhood and go on hikes! New years resolution is to move my body more, so I plan to pick up yoga at some point!

13. How tall are you?

5'4

14. Favorite subject in school?  

History! Started in 5th grade when we were learning about American History and the fixation remained through college. Which is why I am a barista with a Bachelor's in History, focused on the US!

15. Dream job? 

Screenwriter for films/tv! Would also love to work in production. Maybe write a novel or two.

NOT tagging 15 people but will tag a lot! Again, sorry if you've already done this/been tagged!

@kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @sharpbutsoft @himboharringtxn @stargyles @hexiewrites @serskets

[thegirlwondcr]

i'm gonna do some more ooc posts just some deep dives on emma! sometimes it's cause it's being brought up in a thread and other times it just comes across my mind

tonights deep dive is: selecting her FC

so starting off when I was making Emma, I had a few set rules/guidelines I wanted to stick to when looking for a face claim

First, the two big eye color and hair color. In a lot of iterations of Joker, when his past self is shown (or just looking at the actor), a majority of the time he's born with brown hair and blue eyes. Eyes kinda vary a bit more, so I felt sticking to her getting brown hair from him to be a safe bet! Her mom, which I can go into detail on another dive, has blonde hair and brown eyes--so she gets her eyes from her mom.

Second, no big name actors. One reason is a lot of time when you see someone playing a teenager, they're like twenty-something and that was not the vibe I was going for. I wanted Emma to look more like a kid rather than a young adult, so that cut down a lot of options. Another reason is a lot of people have a lot of rules, and for one reason or another they might have an actor on their ban list. Totally respectable and understandable! But for someone who is planning to rp an OC, I don't want to lose my options because of that. Also, given how all the superhero franchises are just so HUGE, I did not want to pick someone who did ended up getting casted who'd ended up being in my universe.

So from there it was: find a lesser known actress with brown hair and brown eyes, who does not look like some young adult model.

I think from there I was going onto some website that had a like 'find an actor based off their features' search option and was scrolling through there for awhile. I honestly cannot remember any of the other contenders but once I saw Olivia Steele Falconer, I stuck to it!

Coincidentally, I actually already knew of the actress from her appearance on Once Upon A Time. The show, whose main character's name is Emma. So yeah, if you've seen that show you can see the parallels probably lol.

I've never been someone who likes to use icons in replies--I just overthink and stress out too much over them, so the lack of icons did not bother me too much! Olivia's character's style in OUAT is also nothing like Emma's, but she did some indie projects before the shore which majority of my photos are from! Thank goodness for her IMDB and her projects being on YouTube.

So as a treat for reading this crazy ramble, here's some random pics of her that I probably will not ever use.

She was one of the kids in that live action Fairly Odd Parents Movie (LOOK HOW TINY SHE IS)

This is her on Once Upon A Time. To be honest, I stopped watching the show around this time. She was like King Arthurs Daughter??? Something like that

I really love every outfit she did wear :,)

also they set up her character so much and just kinda??? forgot about her??? this show was a mess. i ate it up, but what a mess

[magical-girl-coral]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Have a very Ivy breakdown.

Ivy didn't know where she was.

She didn't know where she was and she can't remember how she got here, how she ran away or who's car she apparently hot wired to get to where she is to begin with. All she can tell is that she is standing in some random motel room with her knife in her hand, strands of hair all over the floor, and the deep uncomfortable feeling that she massively fucked up beyond repair.

I wasted my money on hit extension I got rid off in a week. My mom is gonna be pissed.

She cringed at her own line of thinking. How is this the first clear thought she had in several hours?

How is she gonna get out of this mess?

Her bag only had three things: her wallet, her crystal and her ID. Her quiver and arrows laid on the second bed. She could tweak her ID and have it say she's eighteen to get jobs easier, it's not like faking being one year older is gonna be that hard. But she is still a minor, so legally her guardians could shut off her bank account and force her to live on cash until she comes home. All the forty thousand gold will remain with her mother until Ivy is either forced to swallow her pride and come back crawling like a dog or live on the streets until she comes of age.

There were about five gold pieces, twenty silver and thirty five coppers on her. This one night has cost one silver piece, so she has about twenty nights here if she doesn't find a job soon. She can always join an adventurers guild and see who needs to hire a lone ranger for a quick job. She's already pretty powerful as it is and if she practices her slight of hand enough, she could pickpocket some of the rich assholes that could hire her-

The room's phone rang out of nowhere. Ivy's heart jumped out of her skin.

She had to take five deep breathes before picking up the phone. "Hello?"

A gruff male voice signed in relief from the other side. "Oh, thank fuck, I've never been happier to owe someone five silver pieces in my entire life. Please tell me you're alright."

Ivy's jaw fell open. "Mr O'Shaughnessey? I- How did y-how did yo-how?"

"Both Sandra Lynn and I suffered through some tough shit around the same age as you are right now, so we thought 'okay, when I was a teen and running away from home, where was the first place I fucked off to?' Turns out there aren't that many motels in Bastion city, so you were easier to find than we hoped."

"I-wait-," Ivy stuttered, like a moron. "But how did yo- how did you specifically find this one?" She couldn't even tell which motel or room she was in.

"I called the guy at the reception and told him a teenage girl from Elmville went missing recently and her parents were deeply worried about where she's gone. He didn't want to get involved with the police so he gave up your location."

"That motherfucker."

"Yeah, I know him from my drug dealing days and he used to steal some of my stash when he thought I wasn't looking. He probably has some in his pocket right now."

Ivy outwardly cursed in Elvish.

[thurisazsalail]

I used to carry a binder/agenda around for just this reason.

It was especially ADHD-ified (a decade before diagnosis) because I would have a section of “Cleaning,” a separate page (back and front) in the binder with explicit lists of things to clean. Otherwise, I forget them. I’ll just gloss over because say, a toilet, LOOKS visually clean... but it actually hasn’t been cleaned in 2-3 weeks. In the dates, regularly scheduled, were things like “Clean bathroom.” (See Bathroom list.) I can print off the Cleaning list as often as I like if I want to check things off.

Then when anyone asked, why can’t you come out to this meeting, why can’t you stay late from work- you don’t have kids(! first of all, don’t be letting people use up your life because you don’t have kids. knowing that you need to stay late for work sometimes and getting childcare is a regular expectation for preparing to raise children and HAS BEEN for 40+ years,) All kinds of shit. Now I can point to a thing. A month across two pages, filled with responsibilities. I’ve found that they don’t even read it. They see all the colour-coded items and their eyes glaze over. They just fucking agree with me, except for the few who say I should give up a day because I don’t have kids. That’s literally ALWAYS the thing that gets said to me. I honestly think that (cis)men never hear this. 

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As a side note, ONLY ciswomen ask me things like ‘where my kids are,’ ‘why aren’t your kids helping you?’ ‘oh, you have to leave early- your child must need picked up at school. i’m so sorry they’re sick!’ I’m only asked to stay for extra duties or come in on unscheduled days, no notice, because of child-related emergencies. Are men asked that? Do they just not say anything because “it’s Expected,” and being a Good Man = Hard Work and Sacrifice?

Celiac made me bloat like crazy, long before I knew what the problem was. I was told repeatedly that I was just fat, like most Americans, I eat too much (I lived in my car after coming from a house with little food. I knew I didn’t eat too much. I just didn’t know why I was so “fat.”) I am dead tired of people telling me ~Congratulations!~ I know I look 5-6 mos pregnant. I am phobic of pregnancy and tried to poison myself as a teenager because I’d rather die than have a kid. Please stop telling me this shit.

You don’t go up to random men and ask where their kids are. You don’t tell men to leave early because they have kids to raise. EVEN when it’s KNOWN that they have parental responsibility for picking kids up from school. It’s sexist and it’s bullshit.

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I will give you days to hang out if you just ask! Cleaning everything on my own (with undiagnosed disabilities,) vet care, errand-running, not having a washer or dryer in a low-income apartment so min. 2 hours for laundromat nearby, helping my mom when she needs it, PLUS regular 40-50 hrs/week on work. I don’t have the freaking time, especially not on a whim. 24 hrs notice will probably not happen.

Now I use TickTick app and post-it notes. I physically cannot carry the binder and don’t have ability or time to waste on writing things down in this detail, daily. TickTick keeps things like the Cleaning List, broken up by room, and puts it on a recurring schedule for me. It keeps a PHOTO collection of stuff my mom is particular about. It keeps a contact list of everyone for me. I made a folder called Addresses and each person gets a separate note with their names, birthday, any contact info. It’s super-easy to update, unlike the written one where I had to sometimes write over and update the document IF I typed it, and remember to reprint... TickTick had a student discount, which was pretty sweet, so I used that as long as I could. It still feels better and works better with ADHD to write physical post-its for ‘bare minimum’ to refocus and prioritize for the day.

I can screenshot that app for the day and just message it to anyone who’s like “It’s your day off! Surely you can hang out with me and meander!” ... You are welcome to join me on the ride for the following stores, but today is not in fact a ‘day off.’ Today is the day I have to do stuff like laundry and grocery shopping- which happens to be in the same plaza. You are welcome to come and hang out with me! Unless I can do 6 loads of laundry at your house (which won’t happen because regular washers and dryers aren’t as fast as laundromats, where I can do all that laundry at once) and buy cat litter in your living room, I cannot chill at this time.

My time slated for things like reading, crafting, the hour I spend walking my cat and bonding with her, the 20 minutes I try to spend daily on focusing on my elderly cat and giving him special attention, is not suddenly “up for grabs” for other people. Just because that time is for ME and not someone else does NOT mean it’s ‘less worthy.’ or that I should give it up for ‘more important’ things. People are important! Yes! But I am a People, too!

I have the following days where I have transportation AND can arrange time to just be at your place. Please let me know in advance if any of these work for you. Otherwise, they WILL be filled with other stuff. You will be invited along (within parameters) but once that space is filled, it’s probably done for.

Welcome to adulthood with increased responsibilities, especially if you, a partner, a child, or a relative you care for, has health issues. By the way, those are incredibly common, ESPECIALLY post-COVID when an est. 1 in 5 survivors have the POTS/dysautonomia that I’ve had my whole life. Most people “deal” with the time crunch by totally neglecting the self and wondering why they’re burnt out and miserable. You are a People, too, and you are important. Boundaries on your own time and what you can/can’t - will/won’t do are one of the most important skills you will ever learn. Embrace them.

[larrydempsey]

“But I’m Feeling Much Better Now, Conclusion”

After I graduated from high school, Tom taught me how to drive.  Unlike every other teenager in the universe, I had no interest in getting behind the wheel of a car when I was going to school.  I wanted my uncle (my mom’s brother) to teach me how, since he was a part-time driving instructor, but Tom said there was no way anyone else was going to teach me.      Using Tom’s two-door, silver stick-shift Honda hatchback (which later became my car), I learned to drive in industrial parks, empty parking lots, and on dirt roads outside of town.  It wasn’t fun—either the driving or having to spend more time with Tom—but at least I made it through him trying to teach me something without crying, like I did when I was younger.  That’s progress.     The main reason Tom wanted to teach me how to drive was so I would be able to drive to work.  I strongly suspected he wanted me to get a job and move away from home as soon as possible so he wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore.

I went out looking for jobs where I thought I could make use of my creative skills, places like newspapers, print shops, photo studios, and videographers.  I took examples of my artwork with me to show them what I could do.  But it was pointless.  While they considered me “good,” I wasn’t good enough.  It didn’t help that I didn’t have any real experience or a college degree.  It was naive of me to think I could get a decent job right out of high school.  They took my résumé (such as it was), but I never heard back from any of them.

Since I couldn’t find a “real” job, Tom put me to work on two projects he had going on around town (not that I had a choice).  The first was helping out on the new house that he was having built for his parents, who were moving up from Oregon so they could live near us.  Some of my duties included tidying up the worksite, like sweeping inside the house and picking up stray nails and boards outside.  I also spent days spreading multiple coats of tar sealant on the exterior of the concrete foundation with a paint roller at the end of a long stick.     One afternoon, on the drive home from picking me up, Tom asked me how I liked working on the house.  I don’t remember what I said specifically, only that it wasn’t too enthusiastic.  Tom got angry and confused, wondering why I wasn't thrilled with my new job.  He said, “You don’t seem too excited.”  I thought to myself, “Excited?  I spend all day working with stuff that smells worse than shit.  If I got any more excited, I’d fall into a coma.”     After that, Tom got me a job working at the first Super 1 grocery store when it was being built, since he was the architect for it and had an “in” with the owner.  At the time I was hired, the store was still an enormous concrete shell, big and (mostly) empty, with random metal shelving, refrigeration equipment, and mountains of cardboard, clear plastic, and styrofoam packing material scattered everywhere.  It felt like a huge, dark airplane hanger.  I was assigned to crawl around on my hands and knees on a concrete floor all day wearing hard plastic knee pads and dragging a shop vac behind me, cleaning and vacuuming inside the bases of hundreds of shelving units.  Just like working on Tom’s parent's house, this job was hot as hell as well, with sweat dripping off my face as I breathed in dust from drywall and fought back nausea.  I’m convinced Tom intentionally found me the crappiest jobs he could find just to torture me.

I remember the last place Tom, my mom, my sister, and I went together as a family (well, the four of us together, that is).  We went to the Silverwood theme park, which had just opened for the first time a couple months earlier.  I had no interest in seeing it, but Tom wanted to, as it was the big new thing in town at the time.      Right before we left home, Tom and I got into a huge argument (over something about which I have no idea, but knowing me, I probably didn’t want to go—or go anywhere with him).  I think Mom and my sister were already in the car in the garage, waiting for the two of us to come out.  I wanted to tell Mom about the argument when I got in the car, but I couldn’t since she was one of “the parents.”  But I felt things shift that day.  It was the first time I saw Mom separately from Tom.  They were no longer one unit; this formidable force of the two of them ganged up on me.  Instead, I saw Tom as my adversary and Mom as someone with whom I would soon be able to confide.     There was hardly anything at Silverwood in its early days.  There was the train (which people could use to ride around the perimeter of the park) and a few rides and shops.  I remember riding on the train, sitting in my seat (comfortably far from Tom, naturally), not enjoying it or paying attention to where I was or what was going on.  Mom asked what was wrong, but I didn’t want to say anything, at least not at that point, so I kept it to myself.  All I could do was sit there and think about that big argument I had with Tom and how I could possibly endure living with him for much longer.  Tom and I were seriously becoming enemies.

Tom went out with some friends late one night.  He came home around 2:30 in the morning.  Mom and Tom immediately got into an argument over why he was coming home so late, where he was, and who he was with.  During the argument, he burst into my bedroom and demanded to know what was going on and why Mom was so worked up.  Piss off, buddy.  You’re not getting any help from me.  Mom later found out that Tom had been out dancing with a woman he’d recently met, a woman with whom he’d been spending a lot of time and getting a little too closely acquainted (FORESHADOWING!).     Things quickly started to deteriorate after that.  The tension was constant, and arguments erupted almost every day.  The end was near and inevitable.

After a brief and explosive argument between Tom and Mom one night, Mom threw a large calculator at him (the only thing within arm’s reach), and Tom made a mad dash for the back door.  The sight of him jumping in the car and screeching out of the garage, like the coward he was, is still one of my favorite memories (too bad about the calculator, though; it never quite worked the same after that).  Tom returned not long after, but not for very long.      Near the end of summer and two days before my mom’s birthday, Tom left us for good.  My mom, my sister, and I were watching TV in the living room.  Tom was sitting at the table in the dining room, working on who knows what.  Without warning, he quietly got up from the table, walked out to the garage, got in the car, and left.  We heard him leave, but we didn’t think anything of it at the time—at least not until he didn't come home that night.     When Tom eventually came back a few days later to pick up some clothes and a few other things to bring to the hotel at which he’d been staying, he told my mom that when he heard us laughing at the TV, he felt like he “didn't belong.”  Apparently, the sound of the three of us enjoying whatever show we were watching was the final straw that convinced him we were no longer a family (if we ever really were one).  Tom filed for divorce shortly after.

When the news was going around that my parents were going to get a divorce, my mom’s longtime best friend (who she’d known since first grade) called Tom and invited him to go fishing with her and her husband.  Read that again if you need to.  I’ll wait.

Not long after my parents separated, Mom went to visit Tom while he was working on his parents’ new house.  She asked him if there was any way he would consider coming back and working things out.  Tom turned her down.  To this, Mom replied, “It’s a good thing you said that, or the kids would have left.”  It’s not that she actually wanted him back, but she thought she’d ask, just to see what his response would be.  Tom added that his reason for not wanting to get back together was that he and Mom “didn’t click.”

With Tom gone, we needed money coming in.  Any potential child support was a long way off (but only for my sister since I’d turned 18 earlier that spring).  So after abandoning my delusions of finding a job doing something I liked or was good at, I took whatever I could get.     Mom and I found temporary employment at a computer keyboard plant doing mind-numbing assembly line work.  That lasted for about a month.  After that was over, Mom landed the first in a long line of jobs in retail, while my career path quickly led me to the first of an endless string of janitor jobs.  Everything I was capable of doing, all my “gifts” and “talents,” were useless.  The only jobs I could get were cleaning toilets.

Whenever Tom came over to the house to discuss the divorce, at some point he’d get pissed off and storm out.  Every time.  He’d get up, stomp across the living room, and then dart out the front door, slamming the door behind him.  Every meeting ended the same way, except for one night.  On that night, I jumped up and made it to the door before he did.  As he reached for the doorknob, I grabbed him by the front of his coat with both hands and threw him down into the nearest chair.  He was scared out of his mind, which I could tell from the look of horror on his face, his eyes bulging and his bottom lip trembling.  That was the first time I ever stood up to him.  He never tried storming out again.      Tom later accused my mom of turning my sister and me against him.  Sorry, dude.  She didn’t have to turn us against you.  We never liked you in the first place.  We were glad you left.  Sure, we would be worse off financially, but we would be far better off without you around.      During the divorce trial, Tom was on the stand, and Mom’s lawyer asked Tom when my birthday was.  It seems like a simple enough question, right?  A father should know his children’s birthdays.  After hemming and hawing, obviously having trouble remembering when I was born, he finally said a date—but it was the wrong one.     We had to move out of our second house after the divorce.  We were forced to sell it so Tom could get his half of the money.  We sold all but a quarter acre of our land, took our half of the money, and built a new house on it (that was our third house, for those keeping track).

Not long into Tom’s second marriage (married to the woman with whom he was out dancing before he divorced my mom), my sister and I received a long letter from his new wife, going on and on about how great a man he was, how downhearted he felt about his children ignoring him, and demanding that we treat him better.  Sorry.  No sympathy here.  He treated us like crap, and he’s the victim?  I thought, “Give it time.  You’ll find out what he's really like.”

Tom bought me a computer drawing program one Christmas, probably trying to impress his new wife by pretending he was a good father.  I told him I already had that program.  Three months later, he mailed me the receipt so I could take it back.  The receipt was my birthday present.

Tom came into our new house once, and only once.  I was home alone one afternoon.  Mom must have been at work.  I don’t know where my sister was—either at work or school, probably.  The doorbell rang, and I answered the door.  I couldn’t believe who I saw standing on the other side of it.  I should have just slammed the door, but, being the polite guy (and wimp) that I am, I let him in.  He wanted me to sign a birthday card for his father.  Trying to choke back fake tears, Tom said he thought his father wasn’t going to be around much longer (which was a complete exaggeration; his father was fine; he lived for many more years).  He asked me if I could also draw a little something, too, so I did a ballpoint pen drawing of Superman on the left-hand side of the inside of the card.  I’m assuming his birthday card request was just an excuse to see the inside of our new house.

Tom wanted to pay to send both my sister and me to college, even after the divorce.  Sounds good, right?  Who would turn that down?  Me, for one.  Accepting his offer meant him buying his way into my life again.  First, it would mean he thought he could see me or talk to me whenever he wanted to.  Second, he would hold it over me.  If and when I ever made something of myself, he’d want to take credit for my success since he was the one who paid for my education.  Sorry.  Not interested.  We finally got rid of that asshole.  I didn’t want him back in our lives.  My sister accepted his offer, though, and went to college on his dime a few years later, after she moved to Seattle.     Mom encouraged both of us to take Tom for as much as we could.  While I can see that point of view and I can see why my sister did it, I couldn't do the same.  In my opinion, the bad outweighed the good.  And yes, because my sister accepted Tom’s money, she had to talk to him on the phone and visit with him in person whenever he wanted.

Tom’s second marriage lasted about ten years.  But shockingly, its demise wasn’t due to anything Tom had done (well, not entirely).  It turns out his new wife and her son had been stealing money from his parents.  Pity.  I thought she was the one.

About a year or so after Tom’s second divorce, Mom and I went out to eat at Pizza Hut one night.  Tom came in with a young girl (no older than her 20s or 30s, compared to him in his late 50s).  When I went up to the salad bar, Tom got up and came over to talk to me.  I told him I had recently done some published comic book work (me, having recently had some success in the artistic field and something to brag about).  He said he wanted a copy.  I agreed to give him one, just so I could get away from him.  Later, as Mom and I were leaving, I stopped at the table where Tom was sitting on the same side of the booth as the girl.  I told him, “You’re getting them younger all the time, aren’t you?”  He smiled and laughed, assuming I had said something funny, not realizing what I’d actually said.  But once he finally achieved comprehension, his eyebrows dropped, and his smile quickly faded.  Next, I asked, “How do you live with yourself?”  I walked away from the table and headed toward the door.  When I reached the door, I turned around, and there he was, standing right behind me, looking super pissed.  I got right in his face and said, “Sit the fuck down.”  I turned around and walked out the door without looking back.  That was the second time I ever stood up to him and the first time I ever cussed at him.  It felt great.     The next time I saw Tom was at my grandmother’s funeral (my mom’s mother’s).  He was all chummy-chummy with me, either forgetting what had happened at Pizza Hut or pretending it didn’t happen.  My other grandmother (Tom’s mother) was also there.  She came up to me, sobbing, wondering why I never visited them, even though we live in the same town.  The reason I never visited is because I hated her and her husband almost as much as I hated Tom.  Besides not liking them personally, why would I want anything to do with the two people who spawned the devil, who was my father?  I told her I’d visit, completely lying through my teeth.     The last time I saw Tom was across a grocery store parking lot late one evening.  He was with his fifth wife (you read that right: fifth).  He kept waving at me, trying to get me to come over to talk to him.  I kept ignoring him, pretending I didn’t see or hear him.  He eventually gave up and entered the store.

I still remember where I was when I heard that Tom had died.  I was picking Mom up from work, and she told me the news after she got in the car (she heard the news from her brother, who called her earlier in the day).  I couldn’t have been happier.  Giddy is too small a word.  My first thought was that I wanted to know where he was going to be buried so I could go pee on his grave.  We found out later that it’s in another state, so I haven’t gone there yet.  But I look forward to it.

Tom, along with my bullies and my teachers, seriously screwed me up.  If it weren't for them, I wouldn’t be enjoying the anxiety, depression, obesity, OCD, PTSD, low self-esteem, and poor self-image issues from which I suffer every day.  Who knows how much happier I could have been and how much further I could have gotten in life if they had simply left me alone?  Regardless, I’m working really hard to like myself now, to enjoy my own company, and to not put myself down so much in an effort to undo some of the damage they did to me.  It's not easy.  And it’s been a long,8slow process.  But I’m trying.  Wish me luck.

Copyright © 2023 Larry Dempsey.  All rights reserved.

Commentary for "But I’m Feeling Much Better Now"

[youre-a-total--poser]

Why Don’t You Love Me Anymore?

Warning: Probably

Age: 16

Word Count: 1,801

Requests: Closed

Summary: Your mom has been ignoring you and you're not sure why

A/N: Sorry if this is bad. This is what my 4 am brain came up with.

Requested by: WattPad User

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There has recently been a group of enhanced teenagers that were rescued and brought to stay at the compound for a while.

Natasha has been given the absolute pleasure of having to train them. since she has been so busy lately you haven't had much time to spend with her and you miss your mom.

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It was Friday night and you were sitting in your bedroom bored out of your mind. Normally this would be the time when you and your mom would have your weekly movie night but no plans were made during the week so you weren't sure if it was still going ahead or not.

It had been an hour you decided to go ask her if the movie night was still happening she might have just forgotten. You knocked on her office door then walked in when you heard her say you could come in.

She was sitting at her desk typing something on her tablet.

"Hi, mama," You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and rested your chin on top of her head. This was the first time that you've hugged her in days.

"Hello, Y/N," She then proceeded to shrug you off her.

"What do you need?" She asked not taking her eyes off the tablet

"I just wondering if you wanted to do something together." You walked around her office picking up and examining the random trinkets that were scattered around.

"Not tonight, Y/N, I'm far too busy with work."

You flopped down on the sofa and let out a large sigh. Not getting a reaction from her you sighed again but louder.

"Y/N, I'm really busy, you can stay in here as long as you're quiet."

You stood up and let out another sigh that one was accidental

"Y/N, I mean it." She was getting angrier by the minute.

"what, it was an accident." You then left her office in a huff.

You went to go find Wanda and ended up having a movie night with her instead.

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It was now Saturday and Natasha doesn't normally doesn't work on the weekends. she used to spend them just hanging out with you but it's not been like that for so long.

During breakfast, she didn't sit with everyone to eat she just took her food back to her office. Normally she would greet you in the morning with a hug but she didn't even acknowledge you.

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for lunch ever since you could remember she would take you out to eat but again nothing and the rest of the team were also recognising that something wasn't right.

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You were lying on the sofa watching a random movie when the tv got switched off

"Hey, I was watching that." You sat up to see who just turned the tv off.

"I need to talk to you," Steve said sitting down beside you.

"What is going on between you and your mom?" He asked

You just shrugged your shoulders as a response.

"Y/N, please talk to me"

"She's just too busy to spend time with me. I guess her work is more important than her own child."

"Or maybe it's because I'm not special enough for her. I don't have any special abilities, I don't know maybe she just doesn't want me anymore." A few tears escaped from your eyes.

Steve pulled you into a hug. It was a relief to get it all out and actually speak about how you were feeling instead of keeping it all bottled up

You hadn't really let yourself think about it till now could that be the reason why she was ignoring you and could there be a chance that she would replace you with of the gifted kids? At least she would be proud to have a special kid instead of the nobody that you were.

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During dinner, Natasha tried to make conversation with you but you just ignored her. Why should you be expected to talk to her when she's been ignoring you.

After dinner, you were the first to leave the table.

As you were walking through that corridor and you heard your mom calling your name but of course, you ignored her and kept walking.

She quickened up her pace and grabbed a hold of your arm forcing you to stop.

"Y/N, can you just stop for a minute and talk to me."

"Why should I talk to you when you have been ignoring me for days how is that fair?" You pulled your arm out of her grip

"Sweetheart I..." she began to say

"Save it." You walked past her purposely banging into her arm.

You left the compound and just started walking you didn't know where you were heading but thankfully you grabbed your backpack before you left and your wallet was inside so you had money.

You got in a cab and went to one of the public libraries that stayed open till late at least it would be a warm place to sit for a few hours whilst you figured out your next move.

It just turned 8 pm and it was closing time so you had to leave you never figured out where you were going to go next as you got distracted by reading.

As you left the building you noticed a familiar car parked outside.

You kept your head down as you walked away but someone stood right in front of you. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was

"If you didn't want to be found then you should have turned the tracker off on your phone. I thought I raised you better. Natasha said

"Shit." You said under your breath.

"Get in the car now." She said sternly.

You walked over and got in the car only because you didn't want to cause a scene.

The drive home you both sat in uncomfortable silence.

When Nat pulled the car to a stop outside of the compound you got out slamming the car door behind you and you stormed back inside

As you walked into the common room all the adults were there waiting for you to make sure you were safe.

"Y/N Romanoff, get back here, I'm not finished with you yet," Natasha shouted.

As if on cue everyone got up and left. At the last second, you made direct eye contact with Steve. He was the only one who knew how you were really feeling.

"Just tell her. it will be okay." He said then left the room.

"Just tell me what?" She questioned

"Why should I tell you it's not like you actually care."

"Y/N, I'm your mother when it comes to you, of course, I care."

"Funny how you only care when I start to become a problem any other time you would have just blown me off. You don't care about me anymore so stop acting like you do.

"No, Y/N, I..." She started to say but you cut her off.

"Why don't you love me anymore is because I'm don't have any abilities like them? Am I not special enough for you? I know that you didn't want me and that I'm just this big burden to you." You didn't expect all those words to just come pouring out of you and you just broke down in front of her.

Natasha didn't say anything there were no words that she could have said so instead she pulled you into a hug and she just held you and you let her.

After a few minutes of you being held by your mom and letting all of your emotions out, You were now feeling quite embarrassed that you stood there and cried in her arms. You were always led to believe that you should hide your emotions and not let anyone see your pain so why did you let your mom see you like that?

You pulled yourself away from her and picked up your bag from the floor. Natasha had previously taken your bag off your back. You made your way back out of the compound. You just needed to be alone to gather all your thoughts

You were in no mood to be walking around the streets so you went to the next best place.

You were sat up in the treehouse that Tony had built for you when you were little. You were always up here and it was almost impossible for anyone to get you back down.

You had forgotten just how much you liked being up there it was your safe space.

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You were sat up there for nearly 2 hours but it didn't feel like that to you. You spent the majority of that time reading trying to distract yourself.

You heard someone climbing up the ladder then the trapdoor opening

"I brought you this, I thought you might be cold." Natasha put a blanket around you.

You hadn't realized that you were cold till now.

"Thanks." You covered yourself up with the blanket.

"Can we talk?" She sat down beside you.

"I came up here cause I didn't want to talk"

"Good, I'll talk, you listen." She took the book out of your hand then put the bookmark in it before placing it to the side.

"First of all, I need you to know that you were right I didn't want to have any kids but that all changed when you were born. You are the best part of my life, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't even be here, you have saved me in so many ways."

"When I took on all that extra work it didn't even consider how you might have felt about it, I guess I just assumed that since you're getting older that it wasn't cool to hang out with your mom as much and that you didn't need me anymore, I'm so sorry, baby, I should have just spoken to you," she pulled you into a hug.

I think I'll always need you." You tightened your grip around her.

"I love you so much Y/N/N, I don't care if you have abilities or not you will always be special to me and no one will ever replace you or take your place in my heart."

"I love you too mama."

"Come on, let's get inside it's freezing out." she pulled herself out of the hug.

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You spent the rest of the evening with your mom cuddled up in her bed watching movies.

From that moment on she was feeling so guilty about how she treated you she always made sure to tell you just how much you mean to her and that she loves you and she tried her hardest to spend as much time as possible with you.