#i would have said powerpuff girls but they already tried to make that a thing

[tobiasdrake]

Y'all, do you understand how surreal it is to be in my late thirties and be talking about new episodes of Dragon Ball and Ranma 1/2 on here?

Nostalgia cycle really is coming for my childhood with a wheelbarrow and a shovel, isn't it?

[impactedfates]

Gayly crashes inside here/J

Anyways may I request a Jing Yuan with [platonic] bio-child reader.. Who has the most chaotic personality ever [ft sharing the same braincells as Yanqing] thank youuu

— 🫶🏻 Anon with a teddy bear gift 🧸

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT, I’LL TREASURE IT FOREVER 🧸 I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE THIS

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Family (JY, You and Yanqing!) + Crack

Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios/HC

Warnings: None

Extra: Reader is a teen in this // Single Father JY again but he loves his kids // Yanqing will be your younger brother for this // Reader works under Fu Xuan // Not fully proofread // Some mentions of modern day stuff but time is still taken in the HSR Universe

Loveable Headaches - Platonic Dad! Jing Yuan x Reader

Jing Yuan really does love his children, both you and Yanqing...but you two never seem to give him a break do you? From your brother always buying swords to you deciding to dramatically gasp about the future, causing them to be scared when all that happened was that they trip over a pebble the next day...

On a day where he wished he could be sleeping having done all his paperwork (or...most of them) Fu Xuan comes barging in dragging you behind her, glaring at the man. And although making people scared of their future is rather bad when you're a diviner...he can't help but chuckle sometimes Fu Xuan tries to make him lecture you.

Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan, your kid started laughing when they saw someone's future. Jing Yuan: Is that so? What did they laugh at? Fu Xuan: A poor guy who got jump scared by a ca- Jing Yuan: Wheeze Ah ahem I mean, they did?

When you and Yanqing are hanging out together. It's either Yanqing being the responsible one and leading you out of trouble, or the other way around. Not one time have you two shared a brain cell and thought logically. At rare times, both of you would have no brain cells and Jing Yuan would have a Cloud Knight knocking at his office and bringing the two rascals who scared the trainee knights.

When Mimi first grew up and the family realised she was in fact a lion, you climbed on her back and began riding her around like a horse.

[Name]: Go Mimi go!! Jing Yuan: Sweetie…please get off her. [Name]: What why? D: We're both feline great Jing Yuan: *Trying not to laugh* G-good one…but you're gonna get hurt.

You and Yanqing probably on more than one occasion tried to go into R rated films when you both were younger. Unluckily for you, everyone knows the Generals kid.

The Dozing General loves his naps and sleep but he also loves you!...But if he hears you playing "We Will Rock You" at 3am in the morning with pots and pans one more time-

Honestly you give Fu Xuan a headache too sometimes. We already said you laugh at a divination you give that scares the other person but you also tend to act disgusted, concerned or any negative emotion when reading future moments...this can either lead to you telling them what happened which is usually such a small thing or you not telling them, simply stating "Can't say, ruins the future"

You probably stole a bunch of things from his room, it worked out for a bit as he wasn't sure where everything was going but you revealed yourself as the lil thief when you tried to steal his heavy sword. (It's a sword right? Or smt??)

You made Jing Yuan wear a powerpuff girls outfit once for Halloween. If he was a powerpuff girl or Dr whatever his name was I forgot, is up to you.

Jing Yuan seems like the type of guy to give kids the big chocolate bars for Halloween, so he needs to hide them from you and Yanqing before Halloween is here or else the kids won't have any as you snatched them with your lil brother.

I see that when you and Yanqing were younger, you tried dressing up as each other, wearing wigs and each other's clothing to try and trick Jing Yuan...however, your clothes were too big on Yanqing, and his clothes were too small on you.

Yanqing tried to jump scare you once when you were using the hose for something, needless to say. Yanqing came back in the house absolutely soaked.

Perhaps one day, the two of you dressed up as Jing Yuan, he found it so adorable!! He took so many pictures of the 'Mini Generals'...he may or may not have attempted to take a day off, gesturing to the 'Mini Generals' and how they would do the work.

Fu Xuan: General…they're kids, they're not ready for your job Jing Yuan: Kids! That want to be me, why not train them? Fu Xuan: General Jing Yuan: Ah, no fun Madam Fu, I'm going I'll do my work, I'll do my work.

He questioned if you were a dog in disguise when you were like 5 tbh. Cuz you bit a lot of things, heck he once came into a meeting with you hanging off his arm...by biting him...doesn't hurt him but he did question where you learnt that.

Yanqing was adopted as a kid, when Jing Yuan first came home with the lil guy, and introduced him to you as your younger brother...you tried to make him fly by throwing him off the kitchen counter, to which THANKFULLY Jing Yuan has the quick reflexes to save Yanqing, he scolded you of course. And hey, good thing Jing Yuan did save your brother as you wouldn't have your partner in crime otherwise.

Idk if I made the reader chaotic or not but hopefully this was alrightwfiof.

Sorry for slow updates (I say as if I didn't mention I'd also be concentrated on other things). I'm going to some resort or something for a school tour(?) and apparently it has no wifi/signal, so wish me luck...gotta bond with my classmates.

[bugeyedfreaks]

IT CAME IT IS HERE THE 20-YEAR-OLD PPG SOAP MAKING KIT FOR CHILDREN YAAAY 💖🥳🎉

I saw this being sold online, you all wanted me to buy it, so I did, and now you can all see what horrors you’ve wrought upon me.

The first thing that I noticed when I opened this package up is that it smelled terrible. I didn’t even have to open up the envelope you see in the picture: the actual shipping envelope smelled bad. It was definitely a soap smell gone very wrong. Needless to say, this wasn’t a good sign of what was to come.

… well, spoiler alert, it really doesn’t get any worse. In fact it’s a little underwhelming. 😆 But read on anyway because I do suffer a little while doing this, and I know if you all love at least one thing about me… it’s my suffering. 💖

I opened it up, and the first thing I looked at was the instruction manual that seems to be written in the perspective of the Professor. That’s kind of cute and on brand. I also chuckled because both of the soaps in this kit are named after Buttercup, the Powerpuff Girl who hates bathing the most. Whoever made this knew what they were doing and I love them for it. I hope putting this together made working at the Delta Education company a bit more fun for them.

Here are the instructions for people who like to read 20-year-old instructions of crafts for babbies:

After I looked through all of the instructions, I found some PPG stickers (not shown because I’m already pushing my photo limit for this post) as well as all of the ingredients for our experiments. Oooooh~.

I was actually a little bit disappointed, because I thought there would be more ingredients involved to make these things (you know, like an actual educational science kit would normally have), but this is all it came with. The shampoo base was just premade shampoo without the (apple!) scent in it. The green soap was just premade soap, cut into chunks that you would melt and pour into little heart shaped molds. The little glitter stickers in this picture weren’t PPG themed, and the “PPG trinkets” were straight up just erasers.

So, yeah, it was�� underwhelming. From what I can gather from the other kits I saw being sold online, I suppose these were “educational” in the sense that they were used in educational settings. They were probably just little craft kits for kids in classrooms rather than kits that were going to teach them anything substantial (I think the other kits I saw were for making jewelry and door hangers… just fun projects for kids to have fun and learn how to put things together 🤷‍♀️).

Still, I purchased this kit, and I’d be damned if I didn’t actually get some shampoo and soap makin’ out of some of these ingredients. …and I say some because I had to find out whether I should even USE these products, given the warning on the front of the bag that said the contents warranted adult supervision. I mean, I’m an adult and I felt like I needed another adult.

There was absolutely no way that I was going to use the shampoo base, because I am pretty sure that it would make my hair fall out or disintegrate my scalp if I tried using it (or even if I touched it). It looked really slimy, and had a weird, translucent stringy texture to it, so I tossed it. I snipped open the apple scent packet because I was curious to find out if it still had a scent to it… and it was actually sort of pleasant! It had a bit of a chemical after-scent to it, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever smelled. Still, I don’t think I should be putting a 20-year-old scent anywhere near my body (I probably shouldn’t have even smelled it, come to think of it… my chemistry teachers would have been so ashamed of me) so I decided I would not be using it in the final product either.

I opened up the green soap, hoping that that would actually be okay or at least smell normal, and… I actually gagged. BLEEEEECH. That’s where the awful smell had been coming from. Immediately tossed it in the trash. It was AWFUL, and there’s absolutely no way, not even for the sake of comedy, that I would willingly put it in my microwave or even let it come in contact with my skin (although yet again, like an idiot, I smelled it… oh well, my idiocy has its limits, I guess). I looked online later and also found out that, apparently, glycerin soap can produce mold and ferment after 4-5 years… so yeah, it was probably a good call for me to trash it.

That means I now didn’t have any of the actual soap products I was going to use to make these! However, I had a trick up my sleeve (at least for the solid soap) and that trick was called… buying new soap to use. 🤣 I got some dye, grabbed some apple scent to add to the soap, and voila! BUTTERCUP SOAP!

Beautiful! 💚

They’re actually kind of cute, and I’m using them as little dish soaps right now (I’ll probably toss the erasers later though… I don’t think they’ll work after being in glycerin soap that long). The new apple smell I bought is, weirdly enough, not as great as the 20-year-old one, but it’s still something I totally think Buttercup wouldn’t mind using, even if bathtime was still torture for her. I also ended up making some blue soap themed for Bubbles (aka the original Soap). As for the shampoo, I basically just added the apple scent to some shampoo I already had and decorated the bottle that came with the kit accordingly.

…and that’s all she wrote! There it is! Soap and soap for your hair made with help from a kit no one else but me would, in their right mind, ever purchase! I hope you are all now fulfilled, free to live enriched lives knowing what mysteries were enclosed in the kit, and that I successfully made something with it for your enjoyment. It was all… for you! 💖🫵💖

[slightlyconceited]

@pandaameii

After their date to the Halloween masquerade ball, Slightly had become more sure than ever that how much he liked Mei outweighed any fear he had of rejection. Of course the fear was still there, the ever-present anxiety thrumming through his veins of what if I’m not enough and what if she doesn’t want me, but the chance that Mei might return his feelings was well worth the risk that she didn’t. And if she didn’t, if he made a huge miscalculation and poured his heart out for her without reciprocation, at least he would still have her as a friend. Even if it would be awkward, for a while, to know he had a massive crush on her when she didn’t feel the same, he was confident Mei wouldn’t let it ruin their friendship in the long run—if there was anything he knew about her in the time they’d gotten close, it was how much she valued her friends. Still, he hoped for the outcome that would make them more than friends. He really, really hoped he hadn’t misread things.

Slightly had spent the past few months testing the waters and trying to figure out if Mei was feeling the same spark he was, and their date to the dance had him almost certain, but he knew there was always room to be proven wrong. He just had to take the chance anyway. He would have confessed and asked her out that very night, but after her biggest secret being revealed unintentionally, he was trying not to say or do anything that would disturb her calm for the rest of the night. Plus, he wanted to finish the song he’d been inspired to write for her that night—with the assistance of one fellow blonde musician. Said musician was a surprise guest for his show tonight, being planned to come on and perform with him at the end of the set, when he introduced a couple of new, unreleased songs to the audience. He spoke to the crowd, but his eyes were on a redhead in the wings.

“So there’s this girl…” He paused for the burst of whoops and hollers to die down, a smile spreading on his face. “She was singing one of my songs when we met, dancing in public and everything. She was so embarrassed that I saw her—she had no idea how cute it was. How cute she is! She’s the most adorable person I’ve ever met, I mean in every way. Everything about her…She's sweet and funny, too, and so smart. You know, the only problem is that I think she’s an even bigger fan of this one boy-band than my music? Well, I just can’t live with that. So this one isn’t my usual style, but I tried to write her a new favorite song...” The musical intro started up as he finished talking. “And it’s about her. Here’s the New Classic.”

The crowd screamed again for the obvious connection to his hit song Classic, and he began to sing. They went wild again as Bubbles of The Powerpuff Girls joined him onstage to perform the duet, but he made it clear after acknowledging her presence with a friendly nod and smile that his own performance was entirely dedicated to the girl backstage. Bubbles could entertain the audience while he pointed at Mei and sang You’re the new classic, and while he ran into the wings as soon as the number ended. He stopped in front of Mei, almost vibrating in anticipation as he blurted, “Mei, I really like you! I wanna date you. You don’t have to answer me if you don’t feel that way, but I just wanted to show you in the best way I know how, 'cause you really do inspire me—not just musically, but in other ways too. And I just wanted you to know, if you didn’t already, how special you are.”

[bubblsu]

He thought things could be different between them, he says, causing the Powerpuff to scoff at him. Well he thought wrong. Just like she said, they were never serious. They were never meant to be serious. In fact, from the minute they got together, that was the number one boundary Bubbles made sure to make. She was okay with hooking up with him, and had even been fine with the two of them dating, but one thing Boomer couldn’t expect from her throughout their time together was for the blonde to ever give him her heart. 

Granted, she knew there was a risk when it came to being involved with a Rowdyruff boy of all people. Even if said Rowdyruff was the same one whom she always found to be cute since she and her sisters were little girls, and in many ways, was the least intimidating among the bunch. Boomer was her counterpart after all, created to be so much like Bubbles and yet meant to be the complete opposite of her at the same time. He was suppose to be violent and uncontrollable without a care in the world of who he hurts or how he does it. Not like her who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly if she didn’t have to yet would knock down a 30 feet size monster down to the ground if it meant protecting her loved ones. And yet, if any of the three boys was safe enough to be with, it would be him— but the Powerpuff knew first hand how things can be deceiving. After all, he wasn’t the one who broke things off between them. It had been her. But that was because despite her boundaries and being clear with him on what she wanted, the blonde Rowdyruff still ended up falling for her.

Maybe that was a testament to Bubbles charm and how likable she was to make someone like Boomer to fall in love with her. But even if it was, she couldn’t give him what he wanted. “You should’ve thought differently then because it was never going to happen.” She replied, eyes narrowing at him. And why, one may ask, had she been so certain that he couldn’t make her stay? Because, the blonde got together with him during a time where her heart no longer was her’s to give away. Someone else already took claim of it, and though she had been left hurt and heartbroken at the time, Bubbles hadn't wanted to give her heart away to anyone else. Morty already claimed it and he was the only one who could keep it, so it had already been a lost battle for Boomer by the time she got together with him.

At the time Bubbles broke up with Boomer, she won’t deny, she had felt a bit guilty. Sure, he was a supervillain and breaking his heart shouldn’t make her feel bad (especially when she never expected him to fall for her in the first place), but he still had feelings like everyone else and being rejected by someone you were in love with would hurt anyone. Even him. But right now? There was not a single ounce of guilt within her as she stared back at the other blonde. In fact, hearing him explain why he attacked her boyfriend in the first place and how it didn’t make him feel any better only caused her to tight her fists even more. “Let me get this straight,” Bubbles began, taking in a deep breath as she tried to rationally take in everything he just said before she goes at him like she had wanted to the second she saw him. “You purposely attacked my boyfriend because you knew doing so would hurt me, yet after doing so and seeing me together with him, you realized it didn’t make you feel any better at all? And so now you’re here, trying to what? Get my forgiveness? Have me feel pity for you because I wasn’t happy being with you but also because my best friend who you also dated wasn’t happy with you either?!” She claimed, her voice raising to show just how pissed off and angry the Powerpuff was getting. So attacking Morty was all for nothing then? If all it took was for Boomer to see how Bubbles was with her boyfriend, he wouldn’t have hurt him the way he did? “He is a mortal! And all your attack did was put him in the hospital because you knew you were much stronger than him, and yet—” Oh Bubbles hated Boomer alright. She hated him more than ever for what he did to Morty. 

After Bubbles had shoved Boomer off of Morty as he lost his temper on her boyfriend, it took exactly that to bring the blonde Rowdryruff back to reality — the hard impact of the Powerpuff girl's anger. Everything had happened so fast, from the sound of her yelling as she flew toward them and the harsh glare in her eyes as she tackled him to the ground. It wasn't really the physical altercation that made him feel like shit, though. It was what followed: Bubbles worried about her boyfriend as she hovered over him in a panic. Boomer froze in place for a moment as he'd witnessed this, a sickly feeling in his stomach as he realized how absolutely fucked up it all was. He flew away without another word so he didn't have to witness more of the couple face-to-face.

Violence was normally the answer to everything for a Rowdyruff boy, but suddenly Boomer felt like he really screwed up with taking that route. A hard lesson he had to learn after Bubbles, and was still learning, was that love and violence didn't mix well, but violence was exactly what the Rowdyruff boys were created for. Boomer had fallen for Bubbles despite that she clearly didn't reciprocate those feelings, despite that they were literally created to be incompatible, and ever since then Boomer had been lost beyond belief. He was starting to believe it was simply because he wasn't meant to love. Was it his fault for doing so anyway, or was something wrong with him out of his control?

What was even worse was, after leaving the couple behind to clean up the mess he'd created, it didn't make him feel better to think that he hurt Bubbles and Morty. She was supposed to be the enemy and she broke his heart, yet there was still a part of him that obviously cared for her. Perhaps seeing her so distraught was what really woke him up, not the impact of her shoving him away.

A combination of these conflicting feelings made Boomer decide to try and talk to Bubbles after some time to think about it all, despite how arguably stupid that may be. He didn't have to wait too long for her to get home, leaning against the wall in the meantime as he contemplated what exactly he wanted to say ( apologizing wasn't exactly the Rowdryruff thing to do, was it? ). He knew she'd be angry though, and if he had to apologize to ease her anger, there was a good chance he'd cave in.

Boomer watched as Bubbles' expression flashed from surprise to fury as she arrived, and he held his hands up in defense. "I'm here in peace, I swear." He didn't blame her if she didn't believe him. The next thing he'd said was a way to show Bubbles why he was here, after all that was what he'd been reflecting on before now, but it only seemed to piss her off more — he was never really good with words. He sighed heavily. "I don't know. You and I are supposed to be enemies, and we obviously have been for years, but ... after we hooked up and started spending more time together, I ... I thought things could be actually different? Clearly, I was wrong about that, and you probably hate me now more than ever.." he trailed off, losing his point for a second. Where was he going with this? He shook his head. "I think I'm only saying all this because, after I saw you and Morty together after what I did, I realized that fighting him wasn't going to make me feel better because all I did was hurt you. I thought hurting you would make me feel better, but..." he shrugged in defeat, finally pulling himself away from the wall and taking a small step closer to the blonde. "I know it's been a while since everything between us, but the breakup with Millie only rubbed salt in the wound, and then when I finally saw Morty face-to-face.." the rest was history. The guilt in his gaze was clear as day, and he looked at Bubbles with a sort of silent apology, the only way he really knew how to go about this. Whether she forced him to say it out loud or she fought him to get even, he'd let her decide.

[fandangotales]

Excuse me, what the actual fuck are you doing in my house?

Part two of: Come on, let’s go blow things up!

The archons ended up finding your domain, and chaos ensues.

Reader is gender neutral, crack

It was just another day of work for you, assembling parts, drafting designs and whatnot. Until you were greeted with multiple pairs of apprehensive footsteps, slowly making their way through your domain. Their footsteps echoed through the twisting halls and corridors.

You purposely designed your domain to be a maze, so that whoever ventured in would eventually give up and venture out. However, since you heard the intruders, they were probably getting close to the end of the maze: your lab. You could only guess how long they’ve been wandering around the winding halls.

“Your Grace?“ Somebody called.

You groaned. Being found was inevitable, but it was still troublesome. Might as well have some fun though, hm? You set down your screwdriver, and walked over to your security desk, which had multiple monitors, and a microphone. It was a little arrangement you installed yourself, a full system of hidden cameras littered about the maze.

You had half the mind to decorate your domain like a pizza place, but opted not to last minute.

“Good grief it’s the archons.” You muttered, clicking on camera 12. It displayed the three of them poking aimlessly walking the dark hallway in what you guessed was an attempt to find you.

Ei was leading the party, as Zhongli and Venti followed behind her. It was amusing to see taller man stumble every few seconds, as Venti attempted to trip him.

“Cease your insolence immediately, bard.” He growled, as the green clad figure gasped.

“You wouldn’t toss a meteor on me in Their Graces domain, now would you?” He grinned, sticking his tongue out.

You chuckled to yourself, before grabbing the microphone.

“Greetings, unwelcome guests.” you said, maintaining a level and not amused tone.

You almost cackled when you saw their reactions on the monitors. They stood completely still, mouths gaping as they tried to comprehend where your voice was coming from.

“See??? I told you we were in the right place!” Venti squealed, already energetically looking around the hallway. His energy soon died. “Your Grace, where are you?”

“This appears to be a sort of mechanism…” Ei trailed off. Somehow, she managed to find one of the cameras.

“Hmm, how odd.” Zhongli muttered, watching as Ei stuck her face right up to the camera like a young child.

“Oooo what’s that? Let me see!“ Venti screeched, attempting to reach the device held high over the electro archons head.

“No.” The other two said, in unison.

“Yo, powerpuff girls.” You said. “Kindly leave; I’m busy.”

“Powerpuff girls?” They said.

Then all of them started talking at once, apparently trying to make an excuse as of to why they were bothering you. They glared at each other, before selecting one person to speak.

To be honest, you were getting a bit bored, and decided to get back to work on your latest creation, a bazooka. The launcher itself was already done, you just needed to finish the ammunition.

“Your Grace, we… would really appreciate if you came outside of this domain once and a while, and spent time in Teyvat.” Zhongli said.

“Yeah! We could make you a waaay better place than this! It could even be in the best nation, Mondstadt~” Venti said, not so subtly smirking.

“Their Grace would not choose to live in Mondstadt, they would obviously choose Inazuma, the nation of eternity!” Ei said, agitated.

“Since Their Grace’s domain is currently in Liyue, perhaps they favor my nation above the rest?” Zhongli smiled to himself, as the argument between the other two only escalated.

“Well maybe if you didn’t have an alcohol addiction!-“ Ei yelled at the bard.

“Well maybe if Makoto was still around and your stupid vision hunt decree didn’t happen-“ Venti stopped mid sentence, as he saw the look on the woman’s face. Her eye twitched, before she reached deep within her chest.

“INAZUMA SHINES ETERNAL!” She screamed, as time seemed to stop for a moment.

“Alright alright I get it.” You interrupted, as you fused some wired together. “Ei, please do not destroy my hallway. Do you need a snickers?”

Ei shot Venti a look, clearly intending to continue the conflict later.

Zhongli was still thinking about your favoritism to his nation. Since you decided to have your lab here, it was obviously a sign that you liked Liyue better than Mondstadt and Inazuma, right?

“Yes, apologies Your Grace.” She said, ashamed of her actions, and confused about whatever a “snickers” was.

“And Venti.” you called, as he perked up. “That was uncalled for, please apologize to her.”

He visibly deflated, before turning to Ei. “Sorry for bringing that up.”

“Swag swag very cool. Anyways, unless you want to be my next test subject, please leave.”

A chorus of protests erupted from the group, before Venti shushed them.

“Your Grace, I would be absolutely honored to be your personal test subject.” He said, shamelessly squirming and blushing.

“Why did you have to make it weird.” You deadpanned.

The other two archons glared at him, annoyed that they didn’t offer themselves first.

“Annnnd done!” You said, closing the shell of the missile. “Oh shit why’s it glowing-“

The three suddenly heard a loud boom, coming from the speakers above.

…

“Was that Their Grace?” Zhongli asked.

“Your Grace? yoUr GRaCe???” Venti yelled, already running through the hallways. The other two followed him to a dead end.

“Look… there’s smoke coming from that wall.” Ei said, already imagining the worst case scenario. She’d seen the effects of your bombs before, and they didn’t exactly leave things behind.

They all started frantically searching the wall for a hidden button or something, before Zhongli summoned a geo pillar which effectively broke the fake wall. They coughed at the sheer amount of white smoke pouring out of the room.

They tentatively began searching for you, being unusually careful not to touch anything.

…

You had awoken a little bit ago, and were still a bit disoriented. Perhaps you would get lucky and they wouldn’t find you if you hid under your desk?

You watched their bodies move about from under the desk, sighing about your situation. They’d found you, and there was nothing you could do about it. However, when a pair of feet made their way over to your hideout, you grinned evilly to your self. You laid in wait until the person was just about to turn away, before roughly grabbing their ankle.

“AHHHHH!” Venti screamed, continuing to trip and fall.

He was now on the floor, and saw your eyes staring creepily at him.

“Hehe.” You giggled, before promptly passing out

[topperscumslut]

Disaster (Nicky Harper x Reader) (Fluff)

Summary: Just a bunch of wholesome fluff cuz I don’t really feel comfortable writing smut for Nicky even if I age him up (reading it however… anyway). I already felt like I was thin ice with my aged up Five Hargreeves smut. Especially since Nicky only got to about 13/14 years old on the show so that’s how old he is in all the gifs I could use of him (unless I were just using a current photo of Aidan but I digress) (Aidan’s only two months younger than me irl so don’t cancel me plz). I imagine the reader and the quads to be about 19 in this fic cuz I personally am about to turn 19 but you can choose whatever age you like. This is a song fic of Conan Gray’s Disaster cuz I’m honestly still a little fried from last night writing this and woke up with Disaster stuck in my head and I’m kinda totally in love with Nicky/Aidan/Five again lol and thought this would be the perfect song for a kinda cute/a little awkward childhood friends to lovers fic. anyway enjoy sorry for my high ramblings

Warnings: lots of fluff, emetophobia (mentions of throwing up at a party)

Word count: 2.8k

Let me just set the scene

You had been friends with the Harper quads for as long as you could remember - or at least close to it. You’d met them when you were about 10 and had just moved to Boulder, Colorado with your family. Now nearly a decade later you were best friends with the four of them, and Tom and Anne almost saw you as a fifth child (well, sixth if you count Squishy Paws). You loved telling people about how you first met. It all started when you first came into Get Sporty with your family and saw four kids around your age. Dicky had immediately tried to hit on you, Dawn was excited because there was finally another girl in town, and Ricky was thrilled to meet another intellectual since you were in nearly all of his advanced classes with him. But Nicky? Nicky just liked you for you. You loved the quads and would never admit it to their faces, but you did have a bit of a soft spot for Nicky. There had been other guys here and there, but you’d kind of had a crush on Nicky on and off since you’d first met him - and right now it was full on.

I just left the party at Blake’s and it’s Halloween

It had taken Nicky long enough, but finally when you were both 16 he realized he felt the same way. He had sort of caught on that you had some sort of feelings for him, but Nicky had never really been with a girl before and didn’t really know what to do or how he felt. You, the quads, and Mae were all at a Halloween party of one of your classmate’s. You had tried to convince the quads to dress up as the Spice Girls with you, but that hadn’t exactly went well. Instead, you, Dawn, and Mae had went as the Powerpuff Girls - you as Blossom, Dawn as Bubbles, and Mae as Buttercup - Ricky had gone as Nikola Tesla, Dicky had gone as Elvis, and you’d helped Nicky come up with the very fitting idea of dressing up as Linguine from Ratatouille (with Squishy as his Remy, of course).

It was supposed to be an incredible night, but things started to go south before you ever could have expected it - and that’s saying something for the Harper quads. You were starting to feel a little gross not even an hour in, and started projectile barfing with Dawn holding back your hair only a few moments later. What do you know, Derek Moses had spiked the punch. Though the same couldn’t be said about you in the present day, 16 year old you had never drank before, and it was hitting you pretty hard. All of your friends were extremely worried about you, especially the quads.

“Look, guys, I’m the oldest, and I drove. I’ll take (Y/N) home and make sure she’s okay, you guys keep having fun.” Dawn had said.

“No, I will,” Ricky had argued. “Y/N needs someone responsible to take care of her right now.”

“No, I can take her!” Dicky had piped up, “I don’t have anything smart to say… I just wanna be a good friend.”

“None of you guys are taking (Y/N),” Nicky had finally added. “Ricky, the magician will be here any minute, I don’t want you to miss that.”

“Isn’t the magician just Blake’s stoner cousin?”

“Not relevant. Dawn, you shouldn’t have to leave Mae all alone! And Dicky, that girl over there is all over you, man! You guys stay here and I’ll take (Y/N) home, okay? I’m the only one who hasn’t had any punch and (Y/N) needs a safe, sober designated driver.” He smirked. “Plus, I’m her favorite.”

“Bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s only bullshit if it’s not true. Anyway, I have a (Y/N) to take home. I’ll be back soon, you guys.”

The potential of us, it was keeping me up all night long

What happened next you only ever heard of through the grapevine from the other quads, all of them laughing their asses off about it. Nicky was way too shy to ever bring it up again. Apparently you had - drunk off your shit - totally came onto Nicky on the ride home.

“God, what did Moses put in that shit? You’re wasted, bubs,” Nicky said, not taking his eyes off of the road but using his hand to gently rub your knee.

“Noooo, I mean it, Nicks! I want youuuu.”

He looked over at you as he pulled into the driveway, giggling slightly at your goofy demeanor and cute face. Even though you pretended you didn’t, you only remembered one thing from that night - what he said next.

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster, there’s so many factors

Surely he thought you would forget. Surely Nicky didn’t actually mean it… did he?

You had stumbled out of the car, Nicky opening your door for you and helping you out. “But Nicky… this is your house, not mine.”

“Damn right it is. I’m not going back to the party. I’m staying here with you all night and helping you get to sleep. I’m gonna make sure you’re safe, okay?”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

Nicky had set you up in his bed with at least a dozen pillows and blankets and was now playing video games on his phone across the room, assuming you were already asleep.

“Hey Nicks?”

“Yeah bubba?”

“I’m uh… I’m sorry if I weirded you out tonight. I was drunk as fuck.”

“S’alright. Sobering up already?”

“Yeah, a little I guess.”

“Good. Get some rest, (Y/N). I’m here if you need anything.”

You woke up with your mascara and red lipstick smeared all over his nice pillows, but Nicky didn’t care. He was just happy you were okay and had even gone as far as to make you breakfast that morning, which his three siblings relentlessly teased him for. Nicky wasn’t sure what it was about that night. Maybe it was your cute Blossom costume, maybe it was the way he was able to protect you, maybe it was how flirty you had been with him (and how unexpectedly hot that had been), or maybe it was just because you were his best friend and you two had always been there for each other. He didn’t know, but ever since that night, Nicky started falling - hard. He just couldn’t help worrying himself sick that maybe you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, you were pretty drunk when you said all those things.

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you and you don’t say it after

This could be a disaster

What Nicky didn’t know is that years later, you still hadn’t stopped thinking about him and that night. And what he’d said when he thought you weren’t paying attention…

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

The words were still playing in your head clear as day even after all this time. It still didn’t feel real and part of you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just wishful thinking, if you’d just made it up because of how drunk you were. Nicky Harper had wanted to kiss you.

But what if he didn’t? What if you were just remembering it wrong, hearing what you wanted to hear?

I’m a little bit plastered

You call me a liar, now I’m falling faster

Of course, with your inebriated state Nicky didn’t believe a word you said. What he didn’t realize was that you weren’t just spewing bullshit because you were drunk, you were just saying everything you were too scared to say sober.

You tried not to get drunk or high in front of Nicky after that point. For starters, it wasn’t really his thing and you respected that. But most of all you were worried you would let your guard down around him again and tell him everything you’d been trying to hide.

This could be a disaster

Those next couple years after the party flew by with stolen glances and the quads teasing Nicky whenever you were around. Before you knew it, you and your friends were already out of high school and that party from back when you were 16 felt like ages ago.

Tonight you were staying over at Mae’s house, just the two of you. You, Mae, and Dawn had girls’ nights all together often, but Dawn was on a college visit out of state, so it was just you and Mae alone.

You had hinted at your crush on Nicky to Mae a couple times but had never straight up told her. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Mae, you just didn’t want to put her under the pressure of keeping this secret from Dawn. And you definitely didn’t want Dawn to know - the last thing you wanted was a little crush ruining your friendship with your best friend.

Let me just lose my mind

Is it purely platonic to call me like every night?

You and Mae were in the middle of watching Mean Girls when you got a FaceTime notification. You paused the movie and jumped up to pick up your phone.

“Who the hell is calling this late?” Mae asked.

You blushed a bit. “It’s Nicky. He calls me every night since that one Halloween party to make sure I’m doing okay. It’s actually really sweet…”

“Oh, okay!” Mae smirked knowingly, “well tell Nicky I say hi, I’m gonna run downstairs and get more popcorn.”

You answered your phone as Mae raced down the stairs, locking eyes with Nicky’s pretty green ones.

“Hey Nicky!”

“Hey (Y/N)! How’s it going?”

“Going good. I’m just staying the night at Mae’s tonight. Hey, have you heard from Dawn?”

Nicky nodded. “Yeah, a bit. She said it’s a pretty good campus over there. She misses you, though. We all do.” He blushed a little.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you haven’t been here for a couple days since Dawn’s been gone and now we’re out of school so we aren’t seeing each other everyday. Ricky, Dicky, and I have been at each other’s throats without any female influence around.” You both chuckled. “I mean it though. I should’ve asked you sooner, now I’m wishing you had come over here tonight.”

You shook your head. “Look I’d love to Nicks, but my parents know Dawn’s out of town. They’d never let me have a sleepover with boys.”

Nicky shrugged. “I mean hey, we’re here every other time you sleep over with Dawn.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s kinda stupid,” you sighed, “they’re weird like that. I mean even the night after that party junior year on Halloween I still kinda bullshitted them and said I had stayed in Dawn’s room. They would have flipped shit if I’d told them I’d slept in your bed and would totally think there was something going on between us.”

Nicky laughed a little, “I mean they wouldn’t have been entirely wrong about that night, huh?”

You were now a stuttering and blushing mess, not sure what to say back as Mae entered the room with a popcorn bucket bigger than her head.

“You like yours buttered, right? Oh, hey Nicky!”

“Hey Mae!” Nicky said, waving. “Well, I don’t wanna distract from your girls’ night. You ladies have a good one, okay?”

“Will do,” you mused, “goodnight, Nicky.”

“Night, (Y/N).”

You hung up and turned to Mae, who was looking at you with a curious grin.

“Sooooo?” she teased in a sing song voice.

“So, what? C’mon, let’s watch this bus get Regina’s ass!”

Mae grabbed the remote out of your hand before you were able to unpause the movie. “Not so fast. What’s going on between you and Nicky?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Are you guys a thing? Are you guys not a thing?”

You rolled your eyes. “Mae, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends that call each other every night?”

You shrugged. “It’s nothing. He’s just being nice. I mean, it’s Nicky. You know what a sweetheart he is. It’s just what friends do.”

“And yet none of the other quads do that.”

“Well shit.”

Mae laughed. “(Y/N), everyone knows you and Nicky like each other. We’ve just been staying out of it because it’s not really our place, yknow?”

You chuckled. “Great. Everyone knows but us?”

“Well… yeah,” she sighed. “You should make a move! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could lose my childhood best friend?”

“Look, (Y/N), he totally likes you! I say you go for it before we all go off to college one day and it’s too late.”

“You’re right. But it’s probably better off said in person.”

You pulled out your phone and texted Nicky.

(Y/N): hey Nicks… can we hang out tomorrow? i have something to tell you

Nicky: of course! you can tell me anything :) see ya then

“And… send.”

And if you’re reading the text all night long

Nicky could hardly sleep that night after getting your text, talking with his brothers about what it could possibly mean.

“She’s obviously into you, dude,” Dicky said, “I mean, isn’t it obvious?”

“Yeah, even I see it,” Ricky agreed.

“And he can’t even remember the last time he talked to a girl besides Dawn, Mom, (Y/N), or Mae.”

“Oh, shut up,” Ricky rolled his eyes.

“Well am I wrong?”

“No Dicky we get it, you aren’t wrong!”

Nicky sighed. “I don’t care who’s right or who’s wrong. I’m just worried (Y/N) is going to say I’ve been coming on too strong and that she doesn’t want to be friends anymore…”

“She’s not gonna say that, man,” Dicky said, “she cares about you too much. It’s been years, you need to go for it! And if Dawn were here she’d say the same.”

“You’re right.” Nicky replied. “I’m gonna make my move when I see (Y/N) tomorrow.”

This could be a disaster

A day later, you and Nicky were sitting together on his bed, both nervous as hell.

“So… you had something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

There’s so many factors

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)? You seem nervous.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not sure how to say this.”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

“You know you can tell me anything, right? That’s what best friends are for.”

“I know… that’s what I’m worried about. Losing my best friend.”

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you

“Oh. I see…”

And you don’t say it after

Faces close, bodies shaking in unison with nerves you finally spoke up. “Well… I’m not drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster

It took Nicky a second to realize what you were talking about, but then it hit him. “Y-you heard me say that, didn’t you?” You nodded “Are you saying I can? I mean- you mean- you want me to?”

You nodded as Nicky gently took your face in his hand and kissed you slowly. His lips were soft, and your head went a little fuzzy from euphoria as he carefully pulled you closer into him.

He pulled away, still holding you. “You should stay the night tonight. Tell your parents Mae will be here, I don’t know, whatever it takes. I just want you here with me.”

You smiled, arms around his shoulders, and nuzzled into his chest. “That works for me.”

[dragonmuse]

With all of the AU's, I've been thinking - is there an alternate timeline where Jim meets Oluwande earlier or later?

(I went with earlier cause later made me sad.)

-They huddled under the desk, legs folded tight to their chest. The cheery yellow plastic tablecloth would hide them for a while. The teacher wasn’t paying attention anyway. Sometimes they could be here for an hour or more before anyone noticed.  At eight they were already long and thin, easy to fold up. 

A hand came under the cheery yellow plastic, lifted the corner just an inch. The new kid’s face peered at her. They got ready to kick at him. 

“Can I come too?” he whispered. 

The new kid had looked awkward standing in the front of the room. He’d smiled brightly when the teacher put him next to them and tried to start a conversation. They hadn’t said a word, so he went quiet. That was yesterday. He tried again that morning. 

And now this. 

They nodded once and he clambered under and pressed his back to the wall beside them. They waited for him to start talking so they could shush him, but he didn’t say anything. Just let out a breath like maybe he really did want to hide alongside them. 

They get found out a full half-hour later. Art is over. The picture they were meant to draw of their family stayed blank. 

- “Do you walk home?” Oluwande asked them the next day. 

“Yeah.” 

“Which way do you go?” 

They pointed behind them and Oluwande nodded. “Me too. Want to walk with me? My sisters are really boring.” 

They didn’t need to walk with anyone. They would go home and do their homework and make themselves a sandwich. By the time Nana got home, it would be time to train. They didn’t need anyone. 

“Yeah,” they said anyway. Oluwande wasn’t like the other kids, who already knew them. They might as well enjoy it while it lasted. 

-Oluwande’s sisters were older. Ava was in fifth grade and Ziva was in third. They talked a lot to each other and laughed a bunch. Oluwande didn’t seem to mind when they got ahead. He picked up a stick as they walked, used to poke mud puddles from last night’s rain. 

“What are you doing?” They asked after the fourth time. 

“Seeing if any of them is actually ten feet deep so I can jump in.”  

“Why would you do that?” 

“Because it’d be fun. Don’t you splash in mud puddles?” 

“No. That’s baby stuff.” 

“No, it isn’t. Watch!”  He took off running and jumped with both feet into one shallow puddle. Water splashed up in all directions. 

“I can make a bigger one,” they mumbled. He didn’t hear them. So they showed him. 

“Wow!” He grinned at them as the water rained down around them. “Awesome!” 

Nana did not appreciate the dirty boot prints. 

-Somehow, they wound up being invited over to Oluwande’s house after a few weeks of walking home with him. It was a nice house. It smelled good and it’s full of people. It made them want to cry a little, but they don’t cry anymore.  

“Want to play a board game?” Oluwande offered. “Or we could do tag.” 

“What board games?”

They played Trouble, the dice bubble popping loudly. They liked how it sounded and how Oluwande concentrated really hard. He didn’t get mad when they won, but when they played again, he beat them so that was okay too. 

“Do you two want snacks?” Oluwande’s mom asked, leaning in from the door. 

“Yeah!” Oluwande smiled at her. “Can we have dunkaroos?” 

“Ask your guest if they want that,” Dolly suggested. 

“Sorry, do you want dunkaroos?” Oluwande asked them. 

“Yes,” they said because he seemed excited. They had no idea what they were. 

Dunkaroos were cookies dipped into frosting. There was no way Nana would every buy such a thing and they tasted amazing. 

“Don’t you see the commercials all the time?” Oluwande asked. “They’re on like all the time.” 

“We don’t have a television.” 

“Oh,” Oluwande carefully dunked a cookie. “Why not?” 

“Dunno. Nana doesn’t like it.” 

“You can watch it when you’re here then. Come on, I bet Powerpuff Girls is on!” 

-Nana doesn’t say no to them spending time with Oluwande. They keep waiting for her to say it. They go over there a lot, stay for hours. They won’t know for years about the quiet conversations Dolly has with Nana, talks about being a single parent. Talks about how children need each other. They’ll never know the details, but they feel the reverberations. The way they are allowed to linger at the edges of the Boodhari family. 

-In middle school, they start hiding their skirts and finally Nana agrees that pants are more practical.  They cut their own hair with a pair of kitchen shears, so it sticks up around their head like a hedgehog's prickles. 

“I like it,” Oluwande said loyally. 

“I want to shave it all off.” 

“Mom got me an electric razor cause I got some lip fuzz,” he pointed to his upper lip where the first few hairs curled. “I bet we could use that.” 

It took some time in the bathroom and afterwards their head looked a little like an egg. 

“Oh.” Dolly said when they wandered out again. “I hope you both cleaned up the bathroom.” 

“We did,” they said quickly. “Really good.” 

“It suits you,” Dolly looked them over. “But you’ll need a good hat this winter.” 

-Oluwande auditioned for the musical in seventh grade. He was just in the chorus, but it took up a lot of his time. They considered their options and joined the crew. It wasn’t so bad learning how to use power tools and making something from nothing. One of the parent volunteers even let them use a nail gun which was really cool.  The other crew members would horse around sometimes, but during the show they were serious and they liked that.  

“You’re not so bad, Jimenez,” one guy slapped them on the back once. “You’re our kind of weirdo.” 

No one had called them by their last name before. It seemed...long. 

“What about Jim?” Oluwande suggested when they mentioned it. “I know it’s not saying the ‘J’ the same way, but-” 

“I like it,” Jim said immediately. 

Jim had a shaved head, a best friend and an extracurricular.  That was pretty sweet. 

- Jim and Oluwande get through high school as a unit. They were unbreakable though no one really even tries. Oluwande had other friends. He was good at that, but he didn’t really go over their houses much. When he did, he brought Jim along like a safety blanket and they grimly stayed at his side. 

Nana tried to institute daily training again. She talked grimly of vengeance, but Jim had tasted the other world. The one where Ava went to college and Ziva went on dates and Oluwande sometimes wasted whole days trying to ‘catch ‘em all’ on his Game Boy. A pursuit that Jim may have occasionally indulged in when he’s doing something else. The game was dumb, but Jim loves all the stupid names. They like psyduck the best and Oluwande let them name it ChaosWarrior even though they both knew it was a terrible name. 

Jim learned how to throw a knife. Precision and focus, but Jim also learned how to play soccer, dancing around the field, sliding between other players. Oluwande came to all their games. Jim worked behind the scenes of every play he’s in. 

“Where do you want to go to college?” He asked them. 

“I don’t think I’m going,” they muttered into their sandwich. 

“You’re going,” Oluwande said firmly. “Or I won’t go.” 

“You’ve got to though,” Their head snapped up. “Your mom will kill you if you don’t.” 

“Correction,” he said with a wide smile, “My mom will kill us.” 

Dolly does indeed produce a lot of pamphlets when Jim suggested that college wasn’t for them. 

Nana looked over the pamphlets grimly, “This won’t solve the problem of them.” 

“Maybe it’s not my problem to fucking solve!” Jim hissed and then they stared at each other over the ocean of glossy papers. Papers covered with smiling students on green fields. Jim didn’t know if they could be one of them, but Oluwande was going to be and they wanted to be there for that.

“They took your family.” 

They had. Jim knew that. No one could replace their parents, their brother. No one could give back the life wrenched away from them. 

But something could stand where they stood. Someone could hold their hand when they grieved unevenly through the years. Someone could climb under the table and sit with them. 

“And they’ll suffer for it,” Jim said quietly. “But not today.” 

-They go to a state school with Oluwande. Of course the school won’t let them room together, so Jim puts up with a horrible roommate, who smelled of too many different perfumes. Oluwande liked his better and insisted that Jim meet him. 

“This is Frenchie,” Oluwande explained. “He’s a music major.” 

“Hey,” Frenchie was curled up around a guitar. “You must be Jim.” 

“Yeah,” Jim watched him warily. “That’s me.” 

“Do you like mermaids?” 

“What? No,” they scowled at him. 

“Cool,” Frenchie nodded. “What’s your favorite mythological creature?” 

“I don’t have one.” 

“Everyone has one,” he chided. “Oluwande’s is a unicorn which is awesome.” 

“It is?” Jim asked confused, then glanced up to find Oluwande mouthing ‘only one I could think of’ at them. “Uh...dragons? I like dragons.” 

Frenchie launched into Puff the Magic Dragon. Jim wasn’t familiar with all the words and listened with at first mild boredom, then fascination. Eventually they sat on Oluwande’s bed and tried not to think too hard about death and dragons and little boys. Their eyes burned.

“Oh no....okay,” Oluwande put an arm around their shoulders. “Frenchie that one’s off the playlist.” 

“Why-okay okay! Wow. It’s off,” Frenchie held up his hands in surrender which was weird because Jim was still just looking at their own hands. “Sorry. Hey, how about something completely different?” 

He switched it up, but Jim was still curled against Oluwande’s side. It was comfortable there. 

They loved him, naturally. How could Jim do anything, but love him? Jim had dated a little, tried it out in high school. Even made it all the way with one of the crew guys. The one who thought they were his type of weird. It had been okay. 

But Oluwande was different. Oluwande was all the good things in the world. Jim couldn’t handle them not being together if something went wrong and if that meant keeping the words to themselves, they were pretty good at keeping quiet. 

-Frenchie’s Dad died in their sophomore year and he slipped away one night like the sun dipping behind a cloud. He had actually grown on Jim and it was uncomfortable that he could just go like that. 

“I’ve got his number,” Oluwande told them. “You want to text him?” 

Jim: why’d you go? 

Frenchie: wasn’t the spot for me. But you do you, pikachu. We can still catch a pick up game when i’m in town. 

Jim: fine.

-Oluwande dated a nice guy named Sammy for the first part of junior year. Jim hadn't hated someone so much, who hadn't done anything wrong before. They didn’t say a word about it, but somehow Oluwande knew anyway. 

“What’s your damage?” He asked eventually. 

“Nothing,” they frowned and folded down into themselves. 

“Did he do something? Say something? You know if he did-” 

“No,” Jim said firmly because Oluwande liked the fucking asshole and he was happy. “He’s fine.” 

“So why are you trying to kill him with your eyes all the time? Do you have a thing for him?” 

“No!” Jim bit off and luckily Sammy came back in the room and the conversation ended.  

Jim attempted to date in their new free time, gifted to them care of Sammy wanting one-on-one time more often. None of the guys felt right. One of them said, very kindly, 

“Hey, you ever like...go to the LGBTQ mixer events or anything? Bet you’d like it.” 

Sammy was the president, of course Jim didn’t go. 

“You should come with,”  Oluwande tugged on their sleeve one evening. “Please. I feel weird at these things and Sammy gets busy.”

Reluctantly, Jim went. There were a lot of things they didn’t care about. But there was one person with green curls that fell around shaved sides of their head.  They said their name was Rain and Jim said nothing because Jim knew what names could mean. 

“I’m nonbinary,” they told Jim. 

“What’s that?” Jim frowned at them. 

“Oh wow, okay, let’s sit.” 

Jim had new words in their mouth after that. And a new datefriend. Rain was pretty good in bed and taught them a lot about a lot of things.

“You going out tonight?” Oluwande asked over lunch. 

“Yeah, Rain and I are going to check out a theater thing,” Jim shrugged. Then watched as Oluwande pulled a face. “What?” 

“I don’t like them,” Oluwande muttered. 

“Why not?” Jim asked with a frown. They liked Rain just fine, but if they rubbed Oluwande the wrong way, then Jim would toss them out on their ear in a second. 

“Just...don’t. I don’t know.” 

And Jim, who would admit not to reading people very well, could piece that together just fine. They had made that expression too many times not to recognize it on someone else’s face. But...but it was Oluwande. And they were probably wrong. 

-Senior year, Jim and Oluwande got an apartment together. Rain just smirked when Jim told them, gave them a kiss and broke up with them. Sammy kept hanging around, practically moving in with them too. Jim ignored him for the most part. Sometimes they threw knives at the dartboard in the kitchen when he was around just to remind him what was what. 

To pay for the rent, they both worked as waiters, counting their pennies for when it all came to an end and the rest of their lives would have to start. 

“I think I want to try drag,” Oluwande said one night as they ran past him on their way to the kitchen to fix an order. 

“Sounds great,” they told him as they slid the fixed plate onto the table. “Where and when?” 

“You don’t think it’s weird?” 

“Watched you put on costumes and makeup for years,” they pointed out. 

Sammy didn’t like it. Sammy got the fucking heave-ho at last. Jim did a victory lap outside after Oluwande cried himself to sleep. That felt a little mean, but Jim thought they’d earned it. 

-”I’ll need a name,” Oluawnade told them. “Maybe a pun or something.” 

And Oluwande had given them Jim, so it only felt right that they at least thought about it. He liked Motown music.  

“Diana Boss,” Jim suggested. 

“...good enough,” he grinned. 

-Jim didn’t know enough to help with makeup, the dress or the heels, but they knew about balance and they knew how to dance. Oluwande figured out the rest on his own. 

The local club liked Diana enough invite her back occasionally. Jim sat in the audience and applauded them on. 

-That was the year Jim grew their hair back out a little. Played with the length. Started to look at themselves in the mirror more though they couldn’t say what they were even looking for. 

Frenchie: i’ll be in town for a bit. Game? 

Jim: name the time and place  

Oluwande couldn’t get out of class, so Jim when on their own. Frenchie looked a little different, less wild around the eyes. There was a guy with him, big and tattooed, but he just sat on a park bench and took out some knitting needles. 

“That’s John,” Frenchie said with a grin. “He’s just gonna chill out. Doesn’t do sports.” 

“Where’d you find him?” 

“Oh you know,” Frenchie let the ball dropped to the ground. “Around.” 

They kicked the ball around for an hour, and it felt good to run with someone who was doing it for the sheer joy of it instead of to win. It was only when they were pleasantly worn out that Frenchie ventured, 

“How’s Oluwande?” 

“Good,” they decided to just flop into the grass. They were filthy anyway. Frenchie lay down beside them. “He’s doing drag.”

“No shit? Small world, me too,” Frenchie laughed. “John and I have a whole act we put together.” 

“Really?” Jim’s squinted up at the sun. “Small world.” 

“What about you?” 

“What about me?” Jim snorted. 

“You’d be great on stage. Got a lot of grace.” 

Jim shrugged. “I’m crew. He’s the talent.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s bullshit,” Frenchie stretched upwards. “What if you were both the talent, huh?” 

“I’m no queen.” 

“So be a king.” 

-Jim thought about it as the money in their account ticked slowly up and the days until they have to have an after college plan tick down. 

“What are you going to do?” Oluwande asked them as they sat together in the dark of his bedroom. They were both on the floor, passing a bottle of rum back and forth. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You have to know,” he said woozily. “Because where you go, I go.” 

“No, no,” they slurred. “Where you go I go. So you have to know.” 

“Oh shit,” Oluwande giggled. “We’re gonna get so lost together.” 

When they both wake up in the morning, hungover and still on the floor, Jim reached for his hand. 

“Hey,” they said. Because maybe talent was a fucking metaphor. Jim hated metaphors, but they were sick of feeling the gut-churning swoop that seemed to never end. They had to end it. “I really want to get lost with you.” 

“You do?” He stared at their face. Please understand, they thought at him as loud as they could. 

“I do,” they swallowed thickly. 

“Okay, please stop me if you don’t want me to kiss you right now because that would be super fucking awkward.” 

Jim didn’t stop him. 

-They graduated college with no more idea of what they were doing in life than they had that night, but at least they were together. 

-They get an apartment, cramped and ridiculously awful, but they were together. Jim found a job at the power company and got trained to work on the  lines, lofted above the city streets in a cherry picker. They get to hold power in their hands and watch the world below.  Oluwande worked events for a non-profit fundraising house. 

-Nana called sometimes. Jim let it go to voicemail, called back only when they were sure they could handle it. Only when they were sure they could say no. They still practiced their knives though. And as inevitably as breathing, one day Oluwande said, 

“I’ve got a kind of wild idea.” 

-Jim liked being on stage, throwing knives. Oluwande liked dancing between them. Maybe they were both the talent. When they found Bonnet, the Revenge, it still appealed. They still called Frenchie and brought him back into their orbit at last. 

Oluwande quit his day job. Jim kept theirs. The world fell into place around them, altered, but sturdy.

Sometimes, after it rained, Oluwande would hold out his hand and Jim would take it. They would go outside and jump in the biggest puddle they could find.

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and dresses Part 3

Here is part 3 ! Part1, Part 2, Part 4 and Part 5

Tw: There is a discussion about someone being beaten for being gay in the 40s. It's not graphic, but if it triggers you, please do not read!

To my Neko and my Powerpuff Girls: I love you all! Many thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading and helping me with the moodboard. I think I’m getting better at them?

 Confused Steve

Peter looked at the two printed pictures Mr. Stark his dad had left on the desk in his room at the compound.

The pictures were old, probably around 30 years old, and the colors were a bit washed out, but Peter had no doubt the model was a young Tony Stark. It was also clear to Peter that both pictures had been taken on the spot; genuine moments of a younger Tony Stark’s life.

The first picture was Tony looking in a mirror, trying to put some make-up on; he was bent over the sink with his tongue poking out. Peter had to admit, even if it hurt him deeply, that the skirt did indeed do something sinful to his dad’s ass. Peter promised himself to not look at that picture ever again.

In the second picture was a younger version of the billionaire’s friend, James Rhodes. Rhodey, with his jeans and MIT sweatshirt, had one arm around Tony’s waist and a colored goblet in his other. Tony had a nice little white dress that Peter would never dare wear, but had suited Tony like a glove. The two were talking to each other and laughing quietly. 

They looked so happy; free. Peter brought the picture to his heart, knowing what the gift really meant. Those pictures would never be leaked by his dad because those are private little moments of Tony Stark’s youth. Some people would kill for the pictures, and Peter was going to keep them as one of his most treasured possessions. 

After Peter found a frame for the picture, it rejoined the last piece of his beloved skirt on his shelf.

--

Peter was not supposed to walk around the compound in his new purple dress, but most of the other Avengers were still on their last mission, Natasha wasn’t supposed to steal his change of clothes to go to an emergency debrief. Still, here Peter was, in his purple dress, trying to get back to his room before anyone could see him. 

However, Parker’s luck was a thing, sadly.

“Peter? What-” 

Peter felt dread sink in his stomach when he heard Steve Rogers’s voice call his name. Peter wanted to ignore the man, but he knew the Captain well enough to know that there was no point in doing that. Peter stopped walking and tried to brace himself before he turned with a smile on his face.

“Oh, hi, Steve. Fancy seeing you here?” Peter could tell that his smile was off, but he didn’t care. 

Steve was staring at Peter’s naked legs, frowning. “Peter, what are you wearing?” He sounded very confused like there hadn’t been any Drag Queens in 1940 that blew up Nazis while still wearing their fancy dresses.

“It’s a dress.” 

Some weeks ago, Peter would have been crying already, but Natasha, Pepper, and Tony’s support meant the world to Peter, and they had helped him be more confident.  So, Steve’s demeanor started to grate on Peter’s nerves. 

Steve’s frown only deepened. “But, Peter, men do not wear dresses! Those are for women.” Peter felt humiliation color his cheeks.

“They do, Captain. And even then, what I wear outside work is none of your business. Now, if you would excuse me...” Peter would never know how he managed to quit the scene calmy, but he would have cried if he hadn’t left the corridor fast enough.

Statistically, Peter knew that there would always be people who disapproved of who Peter was. Peter simply had hoped that no one on the team would be one of them.

The moment his door closed behind him, Peter collapsed.

--

Peter didn’t know how long he had stayed on the ground when someone knocked at the door he was still sitting against. Peter ignored the knocking and just let his head rest on his arms. His tears had stopped falling some hours ago and Peter had no energy left to give to anyone else.

Peter was startled when Steve started to talk at the other side of the door.

“Peter, I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing. Could you let me in, please?” Peter closed his eyes hard, not answering. He heard Steve sigh, then a thump that made the door shake. Steve was now sitting on the other side of the door. “Ok, I get it. I was-Listen I have no excuse for what I said. I was wrong.” 

Peter could feel the tears falling down his cheeks again and hated it.

“I-The world changed a lot since I was your age, you know. It’s not that I am against men wearing dresses, it’s-” Steve sighed heavily. “I had this friend, his name was Bill. He never really fit the mold...I can see that now. It’s something that I have learned since living in this century, actually. Billy he...he loved men. And that was not something you could display back then.”

Peter’s breathing hitched; knowing where this was going. It still wasn’t easy to proudly be out, but it was nothing compared to what it used to be. 

“They...They found Billy beaten to a pulp. I-I knew Billy used to, you know, with Bucky, sometimes, and I got so scared for him. Again, it’s no excuse, but I just wasn’t as strong as Bucky. All I could do was make sure no one would know that Bucky liked gals and pals. I probably was an ass to him too, actually. I was always reminding him not to do this or not to wear that. So, today when I saw you in a dress...and Peter, you are part of the team, and of this family, and once again I felt scared.” Steve’s voice became very low at the end of his monologue. Peter probably wouldn’t have heard him, if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing.

Peter slowly stood and opened the door, making Steve fall on his back, surprised. Steve probably had been lost in memories of old friends while talking. Steve started to sit back up, when Peter let himself fall on his knees to hug Steve.

“I am sorry you had to live through that, and I understand your point of view, but next time, I will punch you.” Steve hugged him back, chuckling lightly. Peter couldn’t stop thinking how lucky they both were to be enhanced because they would have crushed the other if they weren’t.

“Don’t worry, if it ever comes to that, I think Nat and Tony will kill me first.” 

Peter frowned before he realized what Steve was telling him. His dad and Natasha had threatened Steve because he had made Peter cry.

“What- God, how do they even know?” Peter wanted to crawl in his bed and never leave it again. He was an adult for fuck’s sake, he didn’t need them to babysit him. 

“I think it was FRIDAY who told them, but I can’t be sure. But, hey, Pete...they were right, I was being an asshole. And I’m really so-” Steve wasn’t able to finish his explanation because, after breaking their hug, Peter put his hand on his mouth.

“It’s ok, let’s pretend this never actually happened, ok? It’s done, and I’m sure it won’t happen again, will it?” Peter simply lifted one eyebrow like he had seen Nat and his dad do hundreds of times.

“No, well, I mean, I was born a long time ago...Maybe you could explain to me some things that I don’t understand? Educate me, I guess? ” Steve looked self-conscious about asking that while he massaged his neck with his left hand.

“I would be honored to bring the great Captain America up to date to the modern world.” Peter winked, cheekily, before he got back to his feet and helped Steve to do the same.

Steve groaned something that sounded suspiciously like the word ‘brat’. But Steve would never dare... so, Peter must have misunderstood.

“Oh, before you leave, can I ask you a question?  Does Bucky really like men and women?” Steve rolled his eyes and, with a pat on Peter’s shoulder, simply left the room.

--

Somewhere in the compound, later that night, Bucky punched Steve for making Peter cry, even if he had absolutely no idea what had happened. Steve refused to tell.

--

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Osamu, Sugawara and Kuroo w/ multiple babies

Request: HI YOU WRITE HAIKYUU NOW OMG! Chose whichever Hiakyuu boi you want honey i just want some more-than-one baby action. The reader is pregnant and they find out that they are having more than one baby. KOOMBAYAA. - anonymous

I LIKE YOUR ENERGY ANON. I already know who I’m going to write for and oh this is way too cute. I love twins. I wanna have twins. I wanted to be a twin but oh well. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, pregnancy

Miya Osamu

-You two ran the shop as a happy married couple for the past couple of years now. 

-You stopped helping when the smell of the onigiri made you sick.

-Osamu believed that it was his fault, maybe his cooking was deteriorating. 

-But when he bought your favorite snack and you threw up, he knew that something was wrong. 

-Going to the doctor was the first course of action and boy were you shocked when you were given the news. 

- “It seems that you’re three weeks pregnant. That would explain the vomiting and your sensitivity to smell. Congratulations.”

-Osamu was so happy he even called his brother despite knowing that he would be at practice. 

-He’s so careful with you from that point on. 

-He cooks everything himself and tries new things trying to find what doesn’t trigger your vomiting. 

-Loves to feel the baby when you two are cuddling. 

-As much as he doesn’t want to bring it up he believes that you eat a lot. 

-Like a lot a lot. 

-He doesn’t want to tell you because your mood swings are starting to get worse and he hates seeing you cry. 

-So he tries being more sly and he arranges a doctor’s appointment. 

-His plan was to ask the doctor when you were out of earshot. 

-He didn’t get his chance immediately so he decided to ask after the sonogram. 

-Everything was fine until the doctor furrowed his brows and squinted at the screen. 

-You knew something must be wrong and you were starting to panic.

-Is the baby alright? 

-Is there a problem?

-You squeezed his hand and he reciprocated the action. 

-His own thoughts were running wild but he had to stay calm and collected.

-For both of you. 

- “Seems like....you’re going to have twins.” 

-You both let go of the breath you were holding and were about to celebrate when....

- “Actually no... triplets!! You’re having triplets.”

-The room was silent for a few moments. 

-Then the doctor points out each baby individually and congratulates you again. 

- “You’re in for a tough ride Mrs. Miya.”

-Osamu called Atsumu again in a state of shock. 

-It was like he was living in a haze and he can’t quite snap out of it. 

-His fingers were laced with yours as your other hand was rubbing your stomach, your mind going wild with the revelation. 

- “What do you want Samu you know-”

- “Triplets.”

- “What?”

- “We’re having triplets.”

- “WHAT?”

-The rest of the months were hectic. 

-The nursery had to be changed to fit three babies and you had to buy triple the supplies. 

-Your stomach was ready to explode by the ninth month and you were begging Osamu to do something to end this misery. 

-Then your babies were born and yall.....I’m wheezing. 

-Identical triplets???

-What are the odds????

-And they are all girls?????

-Excuse me are you playing a prank on their poor father?????

-He already was stressing over the fact that he might have a daughter and he would have to chase the boys away. 

-But now it was times three???????

-He is really happy though. 

-Atsumu buys them matching onesies.

-Power ranger onesies, Powerpuff girls onesies, Sailor moon onesies. 

-Anything that had a powerful trio really. 

-You did confuse them at times. 

-And when I say at times I mean all the time. 

-I see Osamu calling them food names.

-Like its Soba, Tofu and Onigiri. 

-When they get older and can help at the shop they become the mascots. 

-One is on the cashier, the other is taking orders and the last one is giving out the packages. 

-Plus everyone knows the Miyas from the infamous multiplying girl joke a critic made. 

-He gave his order to one Miya girl and then another one emerged from behind the counter and as he turned around he was met with another one bring supplies into the shop. 

-The man almost had a stroke. 

-They are angels though and are an immense help.

-They love their dad to death. 

-Good luck though trying to separate them when they start fighting. 

Sugawara Koushi

-This sweetheart of a man.

-I love him so much.

-And so do you. 

-You have been trying for a baby for the past three months. 

-One morning you wake up and rush to the bathroom, throwing up. 

-You both knew what was going on but before you got too excited Koushi went to get a pregnancy test just to make sure. 

-When it came out positive you went out to celebrate with your friends from high school. 

-They were all so happy for you.

-Daichi and Asahi both promised to be the best uncles this baby will ever have while Kiyoko started planning baby shopping. 

-Everything was perfect, your morning sickness had died down as the months passed and your doctor assured you that everything was well. 

-During one of your appointments, Suga couldn’t make it being held back at the school because of a parent-teacher meet up, so you had gone on your own. 

-You were fine with it reassuring him that it was fine and you would update him when you were done. 

-So when the doctor said you were expecting twins everything started to turn.

-You didn’t know which one was the cause of this dizziness.

-The happy news or the shock from the news.

-You called Daichi to come pick you up because you didn’t want to bother Suga.

-Which was a stupid move since he would move a freaking mountain for you. 

-Suga called you later and asked you how it went. 

-He was met by just a plain ‘come home please.’

-He was panicking. 

-He was almost sure that something happened and you lost the baby. 

-But when he was met with all of his friends at home smiling with happy tears in their eyes, he knew that he should be expecting good news. 

-You skipped to him and kissed his lips, a large grin on your face. 

- “Do you remember how we said that we shouldn’t buy any baby clothes since we don’t know the gender yet?”

-He nodded at your words, waiting for you to tell him if he was going to be holding a little boy or a little girl in a few months. 

- “Well the wait was unnecessary, we’ll be needing both anyways.”

-It took him a few moments before the realization hit him. 

- “Twins.....We are having twins....Oh my god I love you so much.” 

-He picked you up and span you around once before carefully putting you down, tears cascading down his cheeks. 

-When the babies are born he is so damn happy. 

-The type of teacher who constantly shows photos of his kids.

-Since they are different genders you both get satisfied with having a child favoring you. 

-You have a daddy’s girl and a mamma’s boy. 

-They both love you equally in reality they just know who to ask when they want something. 

-Suga adores them. 

-And they adore him. 

-You have come home one too many times finding the three of them sleeping on the couch, the twins on his chest curled up into one another while their father’s arms circle them. 

-Adorable all three of them. 

Kuroo Tetsuro

-You two already have one daughter.

-You have been together since the first year of university and your daughter was born while you two were 27.

-She wasn’t expected. 

-Kuroo wanted to marry you first and he was planning on doing so before you announced your pregnancy. 

-It caught him so off guard poor baby had to do a double take. 

-But he couldn’t be more glad for his babygirl. 

-He loved her so much.

-So much that he hated watching her grow up and soon leave his embrace. 

-That’s why you were now throwing up in your bathroom, a pregnancy test laying on the counter the two lines facing the ceiling. 

-Kuroo and your daughter were so excited. 

-Your daughter had no idea what was going on but her dad’s laugh and large smile was enough for her to start giggling and clapping. 

-Kuroo became extra careful with you, looking after your daughter and taking care of her more than you. 

- “You shouldn’t lift heavy things or bend down much.”

- “You mean she’s heavy?”

- “No no I didn’t-”

-Cue the waterworks.

-Your mood swings were bad during your first pregnancy and he wanted to forget those times. 

-His brain legit blocked  out those memories after your daughter was born. 

-So having those bad times in mind he tends to not provoke or piss you off. 

-All three of you went to your appointment, wanting your one year and a half year old to see her sibling. 

-Now since you already had an experience with sonograms you were looking for the small lump. 

-The thing is that you saw two small shadows .

-You were confused but just scratched it up to you not being able to clearly see your baby. 

- “It looks like you are carrying two babies Mrs. Kuroo.” 

-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-This man was both terrified and super excited. 

-Terrified because how would he deal with two rascals at once? 

-I mean your first daughter was already kind of a handful. 

-And excited because he was going to be blessed by two angels. 

-He immediately calls Kenma and Bokuto to share the news.

-They both drop by your house to give you their congratulations although Kenma’s did sound more like condolences. 

-Bokuto is over the moon because yay he was going to be an uncle again!!!

-Then they are born and everyone has a heart attack. 

-Identical girls. 

-He was leaving in a house with four women now. 

-Four women. 

-FOUR!!!

-He is the type of dad to get them onesies with a 1 and a 2 on the back so he can tell them apart. 

-Suggests to give them different haircuts when their hair grows so they can actually tell them apart with some ease. 

-You see another problem you are facing are the similarities between those two and their older sister. 

-They are a year apart and while they are toddlers your first daughter is bigger than them. 

-But once they hit the ages 7,8,9 you have really try and tell all three of them apart. 

-They get confused for each other at school all the time. 

-By teachers  too. 

-Somehow they became friends with the Miya triplets and you should see them playing at the park. 

-It’s the most hilarious thing seeing the other parents trying to understand how many of them there truly are. 

-They see one Miya triplet accompanied by the Kuroo twins and then after like five minutes the see one Kuroo girl with two Miyas. 

-It’s confusion x6. 

-And if someone else has twins too???

-And they are spotted by the same face squad???

-You can add another set of identical faces in the mix. 

-The twins always buy the same clothes and have the same haircut so they can mess with everyone. 

-They always prank their uncle Bokuto with switching their clothes and pretending to be the other. 

-They force their sister into it too and now you are trying to understand which ones are the twins and which one is the eldest sister. 

-When you find out you’re pregnant again, Kuroo is begging for the baby to be different this time.

- “Please have a different face.”

-Little did he know......

-Poor guy. 

-When the girls go to the hospital while you have appointments they totally mess with yalls colleagues psychology. 

- “No i’m (first D/N)!!” says the youngest of the bunch. 

-A moving circus that’s what yall are. 

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[sixeyesgojo]

Team Gojo as flowers

Summary: Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Sukuna as types of flowers

Characters: stated above

Content warning: mild manga spoilers

Word count: -

A/N: I’d appreciate feedback here (and in general) because I’m not sure whether to do this kind of hc for other JJK characters or not. I am thinking of Toge in particular because I love my salmon boy. Also fyi, this was some time after 135 but before 140 for sure.

Gojo Satoru  - Nemophila

I just saw these and immediately thought about how good they would suit him???

another name for them would be baby blue eyes (no, I had no idea beforehand)

they symbolize prosperity, victory, success or triumph over an enemy

flashback to Gojo beating Jogo tf up... but add a nemophila field in the background <3

That being said, his profile literally states that he is perfect in every way (except for his personality but we still love that, right?), so if this isn't success in every way then idk

This flower's essence is also said to be helpful for those who put up a mask over their painful sensitivity

Gojo also displays characteristics of cynism and mistrust towards the higher-ups

Furthermore, I think he is a little anti-social - doesn't have a lot of friends. As someone from the secret Jujutsu World, he's bound to be hidden in a way. This is enforced by the fact that he is the strongest, so a lot of people and curses are out to get his head. I'd think he doesn't keep anyone too close to him so that they do not become a target for anyone. Must be traumatizing to be him.

This flower helps soothen the soul's conflict, healing it slowly, which is exactly what Gojo needs imo

it really is the perfect flower for him

but it's native to North America

Yeah, watch him teleport there to bring back a bouquet of them for his s/o

Itadori Yuji - Protea (orange)

This kind of flower comes in many different shapes, which is why it's a symbol of transformation, which is exactly what Yuji embodies by going from a regular human being to being a Jujutsu sorcerer

Diversity: Yuji is open to anything, Gojo even described him as "having a few screws loose up there". I don't even think he questions how he is being taught by Gojo or anything for that matter?

Yuji also embodies courage and is known to be daring and i don't think i need to explain this one further

I mean, the boy literally jumped right into a curse to rescue Sasaki and Iguchi and help Megumi while not even knowing what a curse is

Orange proteas represent cheerfulness, joy and happiness - if that isn't our sunshine boy, then idk. After what happened to Junpei, he seemed a little down at first but recent episodes have shown that he will not slow down because of that and will keep on being the energetic fluffball of joy that he is.

moreover, they also symbolize unlimited possibilities as his cursed technique so far probably isn't even his final technique yet - compared to Nobara's hammer and Megumi's shikigami. All we know is that Sukuna's techniques are going to be his over time but we don't even know the full extent of the said curse's power yet

If anyone ever mentioned all this to him and showed him the flower, he would think it looks weird at first but will grow to find it interesting (especially the shape). It's not like the flower is native to Japan, so he most likely wouldn't have seen it anywhere.

Gets really excited if you were to give this baby one of these flowers

Fushiguro Megumi - Anemone (purple)

hear me out

The most common symbol for the purple Anemone is 'protection against evil'. While it's Megumi's primary focus in his line of work as a professional, you ought to know he became a sorcerer in the first place because of his sister, Tsukimi.

Fragility: While Megumi shows a lot of potential for growth, it's also said that he will most likely stagnate due to the mental aspect. He's pretty insecure about his own abilities and doesn't think much of himself but that doesn't mean he won't use his powers in order to protect someone.

Anticipation: As previously stated, Megumi shows a lot of potential as a sorcerer, even to the point that Sukuna (mind you, the creature that only cares about himself) has praised him and will not hesitate to make Megumi a pawn to whatever his big, mysterious plans may be. With that being said, if Sukuna himself is interested in our blue-haired boy, we can anticipate great things from Megumi in the foreseeable future.

This specific flower seems to be a double-edged sword in terms of symbolism. In some cultural circles, it is believed to be a symbol of bad luck, whereas in other areas it's seen as a lucky charm (in which we hope this is the one for our boy). I see the same principle applying to Megumi's descent and his mysterious technique - not gonna elaborate further though (feel free to ask though)

a rather dark symbol for this particular flower: "death of a loved one". In this case, I am referring to Tsukimi, his step-sister. She may not be dead but it is indicated that she is in a comatose state due to being cursed. It seems that Megumi does not know when - or rather whether - she will wake up or not. Knowing this boy, he probably has tried anything and everything in his power to wake her up (hell, he probably even consulted Gojo) but nothing worked so far. This poor boy is anxious about it all the time.

he's surprised anyone would even associate him with flowers but wouldn't mind it

Kugisaki Nobara - Orchid (mainly orange)

I had some trouble finding something for her but orchids seem to suit her best

couldn't really pick a particular color though but I am leaning towards orange

orange orchids represent: pride, enthusiasm and boldness

Nobara is very proud of who she is. She strikes me as a person who is not afraid to tell her story, even though she despices the countryside where she is from. She also takes pride in staying true to herself all the time, to the point of admitting that she only enrolled in Jujutsu High so that she could move to Tokyo to Yuji, who was basically a stranger at that time

She is also very enthusiastic about her own future. She knows she won't ever like having to exorcise curses but somehow, being a Jujutsu sorcerer excites her.

plus points for her being enthusiastic about winning in the Kyoto Goodwill Event Arc and just beating up the Kyoto students

I don't need to mention her being enthusiastic about shopping and sightseeing in big cities, do I?

Bold? Oh, she is bold. She has no filter when it comes to speaking her mind and would never hesitate to put anyone in their place. I see her going places in Gojo's revolution... and cussing at the superiors.

Yellow symbolizes new beginnings and friendships. Nobara does not have any problems making new friends, she adapts fairly well in new environments. There's also the way she mourned for Yuji, despite "only knowing him for two weeks" and I don't even doubt for a second that it was her making him hold the black funeral picture frame when he came back lol

Pink: grace, femininity, joy + purple: royalty and admiration

There is no doubt that Nobara tries to enjoy her life to the fullest *cough* moving to Tokyo

Moreover, there is something about her that just screams "queen behavior" to me and I don't even mean that in the slang sense. Have you all seen how graceful this girl moves? (I would like to thank MAPPA at this point)

Nobara shows respect where it's due - I'm just gonna mention Maki here - but is a very admirable girl herself

probably has an orchid plant in her room, ngl

Ryomen Sukuna - Snapdragon

please, the name already sounds a little dangerous

This flower shares a certain character trait with him: being unique

Snapdragons are usually associated with strength due to the way they even grow in rocky areas and if that's not screaming Sukuna's name, who is all about strength, then correct me

Deviousness is practically Sukuna's second name, so this symbol isn't exactly off the track either. Let me remind you about the way Sukuna and Mahito laughed at Yuji??

Graciousness: just like Nobara, he possesses some sort of grace that makes me percept him as a majestic being

but maybe that's just his throne of bones and title as King of Curses contributing

and him owning a shrine???

or maybe that is just the way he majestetically killed that special grade lol

"Only large insects like bumblebees can pollinate snapdragons because the petals are too heavy for smaller insects to push apart." I read this and if you reverse it a little, it somehow reminded me of the fact that Sukuna's fingers need to have a powerful vessel aka small fry won't do because they will simply die away.

Deception: despite being given the minimum amount of information about Sukuna in general, I just don't see him being anything but egoistic and evil. I just cannot picture it. So yeah, put everything evil in a pot, stir a little and don't be surprised if your result is not the Powerpuff girls but a four-eyed multi-talented and deceptive curse that is out to kill you for fun

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 1

Rating: Explicit. 18+

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Bad girls are sad girls! Always wondered what goes through the mind of a spoiled, rich but intelligent and perceptive teenager? Have you found yourself craving that adrenaline rush, the danger of a forbidden fruit? Okay. That was cheesy as hell. Gross.

Let's try again. Sarcasm? Check. Vine references? Hell yes! Crude humour? Check. Blunt honesty? Double check. We're living in a Lana del Rey song, ladies.

The author doesn't actually condone codependent relationships in real life. This is a filthy little fantasy. Enjoy, deviants.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub​ @mostly-marvel-musings​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves all the love 💙

Pining. I was pining after Stark and it made me upset. I thought I was better than that. Better than acting the part of a lovesick puppy, begging for scraps of attention- a kind word, a pat on the shoulder, a blanket thrown over me in my sleep. Even if he was my Mount Olympus, I wasn't exactly on board with starting the whole damn journey in the first place.

Most of all, I hated being a cliché. I tried my best to avoid showing how I felt and with time, I think I excelled at it. I am really good with things if I really put my mind to it. Was it a blessing, or was it a curse? Only the future will tell. I try not to think about it, as I prefer not to stress out too much. Peter was the anxious kid and I was the calm one. I was the Ying to his Yang. He flipped his shit often and I always calmed him down and cleaned up after him. No complaints there, Pete is pure and precious and I would kill everybody and then myself if he actually got hurt.

I'm only a year older than him and that year feels like an uncrossable bridge to me. We get along like a house on fire and I delight in the way he starts smiling when we're paired together for a project. Deep inside I'm sure he thinks of me as one of his best friends, his homies but-and there's always a but-I can't reciprocitate that. He goes to decathlon after school with his wholesome BFF duo, I go to a local dive bar with a fake ID I'd made sometime when I was about 15.

Peter has everything I wish I've ever had. Good for him. I'm not going to mess that up, no matter how much my angst demands I throw a tantrum and become, like, a supervillain or something.

I banter, instead. I chit-chat. I laugh and I repeatedly make a joke out of myself. Nobody suspects a thing, and I'm not surprised. People always see what they want to see. I've been the weird loner since middle school. Not the sad kind, of course, my pride wouldn't let me. I'm too good at things to be completely ignored. Teachers adore me, the event planning committee approaches me every year with tentative pleas for advice. The list goes on and on; what they don't understand is that it's just High School. Another year and I'll be out of there and nobody will be wiser.

I feel like a liar every time I'm excited. Because I'm not that - I don't care about their stupid field trips or collaborative projects. My mind is five steps and two hops ahead of that bullshit. It has to be or I just won't make it in the world.

"Parker-pen, Mr. Stark. G'day, sirs," I nodded, entering the lab, looking straight ahead. They both were hunched over... Something vaguely mechanical and I was terribly, horribly hungover. Saturday night was Science night but I'd gone to bed around 2PM after a party ran way too late.

"Hi," and "Powerpuff girl," came from them respectively, and they didn't even lift their heads.

I wondered if I could just skedaddle and leave them to their big brain time. "Is this a bad time? I can come tomorrow instead," I immediately regretted speaking, even to my own ears my voice sounds scratchy.

"No, actually, Dr. Ban-Bruce-wanted to talk to you," Peter mumbled out half-coherently. Tony kept ignoring me and I was fine with that. The less temptation I have the less trouble there will be.

"I'm not playing with his zucchini again," I groaned, causing the intricate pile of metal to squeak sadly as Pete tripped over his own damn body, jostling the prototype in the process. I could have sworn the room got several degrees hotter from the boy's blush alone.

Tony cackled, shuffling away from the newly ruined prototype. "He won the damn contest, you should've seen the judges faces," The engineer's grin threatened to split his face in half. I poked at my phone in muted interest. "Hold up, Friday has a recording. I definitely recorded the thing."

A holo-screen popped up. Tranquil scenes of a local fair, gourds and other assorted vegetables of various grotesque sizes were scattered throughout the square. An unmistakable mop of curly greying hair posed proudly next to a zucchini half the size of Hulk - I was fairly certain genetically engineering the plant was cheating and warned him so but somehow Banner managed to persuade the judges into letting him participate, and ultimately win, the competition for the Biggest Zucchini. Some of them were quite shocked at the size of that thing and well - well, their glances were quite contemplative to say the least.

"Damn, Tony, that blonde chick's face tells me all I need to know," I gave a lopsided smirk in the engineer's general direction. That was our thing, you see? He called me these ridiculous cutesy nicknames and asked me about getting my nails done or going to the mall and I'd make salacious comments and go on an occasional flirtatious spree. That was comfortable. We both enjoyed making Peter blush and giggle like the little schoolboy that he was.

"Our Brucie bear is a freak, don't let him tell you any different, Princess," Tony winked at me.

"Oh, I know all about it, Tones," I suggestively wiggled my eyebrows. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter groan and palm his face. I briefly bumped my knuckles to Tony's outstretched hand and made my way to the adjacent lab that hosted the second resident crazy scientist.

"Bruce?"

"Oh, hi there, come on in," He smiled warmly at me and I relaxed, shrugging off the tension in my limbs that seemed to appear every time Tony was around me. Banner's soft, friendly nature always made me feel welcomed and appreciated.

We made small talk as I threw on a lab coat and some protective glasses and discarded my bag in the far corner, away from any possible explosions. I congratulated him on his recent victory - here is when I say that despite what most will say, Banner has a serious competitive mean streak and isn't afraid to get down and dirty when it comes to matters of his personal pride.

That's what makes us alike, I think. I have too much dignity and self-respect to walk around Tony with stars in my eyes and hang around his neck like yesterday's tie.

The quiet, even pace of doing lab work made me completely lose track of time. Some time passed as I felt the crick in my neck become noticeable, and the deep ache in my calves from standing and dancing yesterday worsened. I hopped onto the nearest table, hunched over a tablet, eyes skimming over research articles - most of it didn't register at all in the wake of a dull throb behind my temples. My hair limply hung over my face - I had to wash it to get rid of the stench-hard liquor and cigarettes - but I was way too lazy to style it properly.

I ignored the swaying strands until a large palm gently tucked them behind my ear, a white lab coat coming into my field of view. "You okay?" Banner's quiet voice interrupted my reading. I lifted eyes enough to see he was wearing a dorky button-up in some gross shade of blue under the lab coat. His eyes were affectionate behind thinly rimmed glasses.

"Rough Friday night?" He questioned.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm hungover as fuck." There was no point in hiding the obvious; I'm sure the bags under my eyes already had tattled on me.

He chuckled, too, leaning his hip against the table, one broad arm coming to wrap around me in a hug. Usually he wasn't so touchy-feely; but I wasn't complaining. Banner was really, really warm. "I'll spare you the lecture on underage drinking," He said with another chuckle.

"Yeah, it's pretty pointless. You'd be three years too late."

A deep sigh left him, both of his arms wrapping around me in a comfortable embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, trying my best to really avoid showing how touch-starved I was. I was a hundred percent sure they all figured out my family life was difficult; the last thing I needed was their pity.

"Y'know, we should sit down and talk someday," He said after a brief moment of hesitation. "About your future. College, maybe?"

I gave a non-committal hum, basking in the warmth of the hug, staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes - behind the glass divide, I could faintly distinguish Tony's and Peter's shapes, still bent over that bench the pile of metal.

"You have a lot of potential," Banner continued, his tone developing a gently admonishing hint. "I understand if you want to take some time off from your studies but I'd rather you succeed and not let all that potential go to waste," He finished, patting me on the back with a gentle hand.

I tried not to preen under his touch. "Are you attempting to guilt-trip me over a party, doctor Banner?" I teased him, expecting the smile that I felt being hidden by my hair. Sometimes I felt that I could read the man like an open book, he was so earnest about his interactions.

"I just - we want you to stay safe, okay? Don't blow your future for a little bit of fun," He shrugged carefully.

"Okay, Bruce," I simply replied, meaning it this time

He kept hugging me, running his hand over my back absentmindedly. Probably thinking about his recent science bender. I wasn't upset: my own brain tended to get tangled in personal projects, too. I had only one complaint and it was that the cuddle was making me sleepy.

I yawned, startling the man. Pulling away from the hug wasn't really an option. He was broad and quite strong, probably courtesy of the Hulk and radiation in his blood.

"Why don't we put you in a guest room for tonight?" He inquired and I nodded. "Call your parents for me, okay?"

"My mother is in Vancouver for the week and I doubt she would care anyway," I rolled my eyes. "She's in the middle of some shitstorm with OsCorp and their marketing department." If anything, I was grateful my mother was preoccupied with her job. Being around her was like hanging out on top of an iceberg in the far end of the ocean.

I felt Bruce's frown. His body tensed briefly, blink and you'll miss the hunch of his shoulders. "What about your dad?"

I cringed. "He's been in Ibiza since the season opened, no doubt snorting miles of coke and... " I hesitated. "You can guess the rest."

My dad was kind of a dick, but I don't blame him at all for being the way he is. My parents have been married for twenty years. They were happy, once - I saw their college pictures with my mother's bright smiles and bushy hair, and my dad's terrible fashion sense and their dog, a funny little runt with an atrocious name. Then mother had me and for a while, they were happy too, but it lasted about until she landed her first prospective job. Kind of cliché.

Bruce sighed again. "Okay. You hungry?"

"No, I'm not going near food until tomorrow. Nu-uh," I fake-retched next to his ear, making Bruce shiver and playfully pinch my side.

"It'll help with your hangover. Doctor's advice."

"You're not even that kind of doctor," I laughed, very gently poking him back, somewhere around his stomach. He squirmed.

"I have seven PhDs," Bruce smiled as he rested his chin on top of my head as he adjusted his torso to prevent my fingers from reaching his ticklish spots. I poked him again in retaliation, fully enjoying the snort and squirm I caused. Soft™. "Let's go get you settled in," Bruce, seemingly without any difficulty, picked me up, propping me against his hip like a toddler. It probably looked awkward but what the hell, I haven't been carried around since I can remember myself. My legs wrapped around his hips for balance, butt resting on his forearm.

"You're a showoff," I couldn't help but snort, getting a lopsided smirk in return.

He made his way over to the elevator with me dangling and examining my nails in an expectant fashion. Tony's jokes aside, I really enjoyed getting them done and weird colors were a quest of entertainment for me. I obviously couldn't have them very long because I worked in a lab so I chose outrageous prints and decorations instead. This week, each of my nails had a different style - thankfully my aesthetician was professional enough to make it look somewhat put together even if it took a good chunk of my allowance and an hour long Uber ride to get to her salon.

I noticed the dimmed lights in Tony's lab and none of Peter's usual mess scattered on the tables, figuring he'd already left. Stark himself stood propped against a table, watching something, smoothie in hand.

For only a brief moment, I let my eyes rake over his body, his beautiful, sculpted physique hugged by a pair of fitted jeans and an old Led Zeppelin tee. Tony's handsomeness wasn't obvious, it wasn't in-your-face kind of appearance like Captain America's, but the engineer was built sturdy and his arms - the only bare part of him - were riddled with scars. He used his strong, bulky body for work.

I turned away before I got too ahead of myself. Bruce smelled like lab equipment and rubbing alcohol, something that made me sober up and snap out of my daydream before Stark took notice and started teasing me about ogling him. My once-over lasted barely three seconds yet with Tony's genius, I always had to be on my toes.

I saw movement in my peripheral. Banner waved before entering the elevator - at Tony, probably, so I looked back, seeing the man watching us, content replaced with a contemplating frown. I waved at him, resting my cheek on Bruce's shoulder. "Tony's having a big mood," I noted quietly in the scientist's ear.

"You know Tony," Bruce sighed, adjusting his hold on me as the car ascended to the housing floors. "His brain runs a mile a minute and he can't make sense of it for the biggest part. Give him some time and he'll be back to his annoying self."

I didn't see Tony as annoying in any way, but then again, I was severely biased. The billionaire was quirky venturing into absurd but also clever and brilliant.

We had reached our destination and Bruce carefully set me down on my feet once the door to my room was open. A large queen bed, TV and another door to an adjacent bathroom. It was really simple but luxurious nonetheless - I had the exact same carpet at home, having heard my mother bitch about it's cost after seeing me spill soda on it way too many times.

"I'll let you get settled in. Ask Friday if you need something," Bruce awkwardly shuffled his feet, taking off his glasses and briefly examining them before putting them back on again. "Breakfast here is on the 74th floor starting around 7AM, someone will probably get you around nine if you sleep in," He finished, giving a shy tilt of his lips.

"Thanks, Brucie-bear," The nickname easily slipped from my lips. I didn't resist the urge to hug the kind scientist, quickly wrapping my arms around his middle, delightfully sighing when he immediately returned the gesture.

"Good night, Princess," I had to suppress a happy squeak when the man kissed my forehead before retreating and closing the door behind himself. A quick shower and a quest to find a power outlet to plug my charger into preceded my less than graceful flop into the bed. It felt like sleeping on a cloud, honestly, it had nothing on my mother's orthopaedic memory foam mattresses. I passed out faster than I’d ever had.

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BTS Reaction || You’re Sending Them Memes [Request]

Seokjin:

"Jin! I'm bored give me attention." You said as your boyfriend of a year walked through your shared apartment looking for something, he looked at you and sighed.

"I can't baby, I have a meeting." You grumbled something and handed him the car keys you'd been hiding from him, he kissed the top of your head and ran out of the front door. He was running late already thanks to you coming into your bedroom in nothing but one of his shirts,

"I'll make it up to you later!" He called as he pulled out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the restaurant you shut the front door and went over to the sofa to scroll through your phone. Sometimes Jin would sit with you and look through the feeds with you, both of you laughing at memes that Army that were tweeting out and then sending them to the group chat.

Jin's phone was vibrating on the table and everyone stared at it,

"Are you going to answer?" He shook his head placing some rice into his mouth and continuing to eat but it continued to buzz and he'd had enough, he turned it over when no one was looking to see what was so important, he scrolled through the messages and they were all you asking for attention, then the last one was a picture of the rap line dressed as the Powerpuff girls. Jin began choking on the rice he'd inhaled when he saw the photo and dropped his phone, coughing into his hands as he tried not to laugh too hard in the middle of the restaurant.

"Hyung what is it-" Jimin burst into laughter the moment he saw the photo but you continued sending more and more memes of them all to him, each of them funnier than the other only making Jimin and Jin laugh hard, Jin was laughing so hard he was starting to cry and Jimin was trying to show Taehyung the phone but couldn't hold it straight.

"I wanted attention." You pouted when Jin walked through the door later that night telling you what happened at the dinner table when he opened the messages,

"Luckily it wasn't the nudes I was going to send." He coughed out the water he was drinking and watched as you walked up the stairs towards the bedroom and he ran after you.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was at the studio when he decided to drop his new mixtape on you without telling you about it, you knew he'd been working on it but you had no idea it was even due out yet. You watched the video before sending him photoreactions of each of the members, spamming his phone with them to try and get him to pay attention to you but he was busy with other things. 

YOONGI! HOW FUCKING DARE?! Attached to the text you'd sent him was a photo of him holding the sword dressed as King Agust and beside it was a photo of Tae in his hwarang looking disgusted by King Agust. Yoongi stared as his phone continued to light up with messages from you so he went live on Vlive and started talking to Army while painting. 

"Y/n is spamming my phone with memes because I didn't tell her about today." He said calmly painting the soundwave across the canvas, his phone continued to go off so he got up from the floor and showed Army the first meme you'd sent him which was him looking disgusted. 'Disgusted D' making him chuckle and then blush as you continued sending him memes, 

Min Yoongi reply to me! He began laughing as he read the text out loud to Army and then shook his head at how you were reacting to the album. 

"She loves it, hates me though." From there it sparked more memes being made by Army, the first one you saw was Yoongi as the cat at the dinner table while you yelled at him with Jimin standing behind you. 

(Please forgive me Namjoon for I have strayed from the path)

Hoseok:

Hoseok had gone straight to work without saying goodbye to you, you'd gotten into a small bickering fight about something stupid neither of you could remember but you knew Hobi and you knew he could hold a grudge. To make up for you being a bitch the night before you sent him a loving text only to be left on read by him, which then resulted in you going into the deepest parts of your phone to find all the memes you'd saved over the years and you began to send them one by one, spaced a minute apart so his phone would go off over and over again to get his attention.

He watched his phone out of the corner of his eye, he was ignoring you on purpose and he knew that you were spamming him to get him to talk to you but he was determined not to let it work, but every time he checked his messages he would find himself laughing at the copious amount of memes you were texting him, 

Stop ignoring me and give me attention Attached to the text was a pouting anime character and then another one came through. 

I'm not going to cook ever again A photo Jin holding a knife and staring at the screen. 

That's it  Attached to the last one was a photo of Taehyung holding a phone and the text across the photo read that he was calling Namjoon. Less than three minutes later Namjoon came bursting through the door holding his phone out. 

"Answer your damn girlfriend." He grunted showing him the mass of memes that Namjoon was now getting because he'd sent you to voicemail. 

You're in trouble tonight Was all Hobi text back and you sent him a string of kisses and love hearts making him shake his head at you.

Namjoon:

You knew Namjoon was in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok and that they had been stressed lately, you were doing everything you could as Namjoon's girlfriend to cheer him up so it started with inviting them all to dinner, then offering Namjoon a massage when he got home but it seemed like it wasn't working so you asked for help from Army, you tweeted out asking for the best memes and you began to save them all into a folder so you could send them to the rap line group chat you were in. 

Hey male Powerpuff Girls, have some memes. Namjoon read it aloud to everyone in the room before their phones began to vibrate against the desk in and out of sync with one another. Hoseok checked them all first dying of laughter on the small sofa and next was Namjoon who was trying to hide how hard he was laughing at the memes. Yoongi turned his phone over and rested it on his knee to look at it while you continued to spam them, letting his gummy smile come out as he laughed at your attempts to cheer them all up. Once the texts were over they all smiled at each other, 

Are we still on for Dinner ~ Y 

You owe me a battery pack charger ~ J

SEND MORE MEMES! ~Hobi

You giggled following Hoseok's instructions and sending more and more memes throughout the day to keep their spirits high.

Jimin:

When your relationship was revealed to Army they loved you instantly because you were a walking talking meme, every day there was something new for you to see. Today was the shocked Pikachu meme with you sitting beside it pulling the same face while staring at Jimin during a vlive that you did. You spammed his phone with them all even though he was in the middle of a meeting with Bang PD and other important people but you didn't care, you just wanted him to see them and pay attention to you.

You were still spamming his phone when he walked through the front door after his day at work, he stared at you and then to his phone,

"67 unread messages...Do I even want to open them?" You giggled as he threw himself down onto the sofa in front of you and staring at you, you smiled sheepishly at him and he groaned.

"You should have told me to stop, there's so many Jimin." He sat up and wrapped his arms around your shoulder while you scrolled through your feed showing him everything you were being tagged in.  He found it adorable how much you tried to interact with as many Army as you could, you kept your private social media open for them to talk to you and you even had a few close friends who were Army and supported your relationship he loved that you were so open with them, except for things you weren't obviously allowed to talk about with them.

Taehyung:

Tae was supposed to be paying attention to what was being said in the meeting but he wasn't, he kept sneaking glances at his phone under the table, laughing and proceeding to send you more memes in return. You were in the middle of a meme battle and it was safe to say that you were winning, you were saving memes from Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest and all other forms of meme potential and it had started as basic memes but it was slowly turning into just BTS crackhead culture memes and it was making it harder for Taehyung to hide what he was doing. Namjoon, who was sitting beside him, glanced down at what he was staring at and started laughing along with him.

"What's so funny?" Jin asked when he noticed Namjoon and Taehyung laughing down at something under the desk, all eyes were on them now and you sent another meme but this time to the group BTS chat,

"That." Taehyung muffled through his chuckles, everyone checked their phones and saw a link that was sitting there.

"Put it on Hyung!" Jungkook yelled clicking on the link and trying to put it on the big screen behind Jin, succeeding and then watching as the music started. BTS Memes song, it had everyone crying with laughter within a matter of seconds and you were at home crying into a pillow trying not to laugh too loudly and annoy Tae's neighbours.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was halfway across the world and complaining to you that he was bored, he was in a meeting with the rest of the boys talking about a new comeback and it was all things they'd discussed before but were going over again so he text you asking to entertain him. Which looking back on it now he thought might have been a mistake because every two minutes his phone would signal a new message and sitting in his messages was a new meme, each of them getting funnier each time.

"Something funny Jungkook?" Namjoon asked and Kookie shook his head looking up at the leader who went back to talking again, less than three minutes later Jungkook looked down again and started laughing so hard he snorted. As if you knew what was happening you sent a fanart drawing of Namjoon scolding Jungkook off for something along with unimpressed looking memes of Namjoon. He slapped his hand across his mouth and stared up at everyone who was looking at him in the room,

"Y/n's sending him memes, she sent me the same one." Jin laughed looking at the fanart and then showing it to Namjoon who proceeded to pout out like a baby.

"I don't look like that when I scold you."

"Yes, you do!" Jin laughed looking at the other memes you were sending to the big group chat now resulting in them all laughing and forgetting about the borrowing meeting they'd been having. Jungkook smiled to himself happy that you were able to get along with each of the members so well without even being there.

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‘The Owl House’: It’s a Hoot!

You would never think that the dark art of 15th century Dutch artist Hieronymus Bosch would serve as the inspiration for a children’s cartoon. Well, thanks to Dana Terrace and her wild imagination, the strange creatures conjured by the European painter have found their way in the new Disney Channel series The Owl House. The show, which debuts in January, and is already in production of its second season, follows the adventures of a young teenage girl named Luz who decides to pursue her dreams of becoming a witch after she stumbles into a strange realm, inhabited by feisty witch Eda and her tiny warrior friend King.

Terrace, a former director on DuckTales and storyboard artist on Gravity Falls, recalls starting to collect her notes and images and putting together her pitch for the story back in 2015. Then, she finally began pitching her story about a young girl who becomes a witch’s apprentice only a few months after she started directing DuckTales.

“Many of the characters have barely changed since then,” recalls Terrace. “I knew I wanted an older witch mentor figure and a young optimistic girl who was the main character, who learns and grows throughout the show. There’s also this trickster little jerk character named King (voiced by Gravity Falls creator Alex Hirsch).”

The setting for The Owl House changed a little bit since its early days. Terrace says for a brief time, she was toying with the idea of the whole show being set after the young character dies, so that the Owl House is all set in the afterlife. What really had a clear impact on her work is the work of artists such as Bosch, John Bauer, Remedios Varos and the puppetry of Jim Henson.

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In addition to the crazy creatures of Bosch and religious illuminated manuscripts, Terrace found inspiration in some of the familiar elements in her life as well. “I have always wanted to tell a story about a rough-around-the-edges mother figure, based off of my aunt, nana and mother who raised me,” she recalls.

Terrace says the show’s central character Luz evolved from late-night conversations she used to have with her former roommate roommate and close college friend. “We were both dorks together,” she recalls. “We tried to cut our own hair and it never worked out. We didn’t have many friends. So, in a way, Luz bubbled out of our conversations. When I told her that I was going to base the main character on her, she said, ‘Yes , but you’ll have to make her Dominican.’ So that’s what happened. Luz now also works on the show as a storyboard artist and consultant, and I get to work with my best friend every day.”

As a young girl, Terrace used sneak into the living room to watch cartoons and copy what she liked in her flip books. Her love for shows such as The Simpsons, Pokémon, The PowerPuff Girls and Studio Ghibli movies finally lead her to study animation at School of Visual Arts in New York and make her way out to L.A. to pursue a career in the animation business. Her first big break happened when someone discovered her art blog and sent her a storyboarding test, which led to her landing a job at Gravity Falls and opened other doors as well.

During her big pitch to Disney, Terrace says she was a bit worried to mention Bosch and his odd, evil creatures, but to her surprise, one of the executive’s response was, “Heck, yeah!” “They have been nothing more than enthusiastic and helpful from day one,” she notes.

After spending a good year writing and making the pilot, Terrace began building her production team in 2018. Art director Ricky Cometa and supervising producer Stephen Sandoval also joined the Disney TV Animation production. At capacity, the show has about 50 staffers as part of its pre-production crew, and an overall count of 120 including the overseas teams at Sunwoo, Rough Draft and Sugarcube in Korea. We’ve been very fortunate to work with all of them,” says Terrace. “They’ve made the show really, really spark.” 

The Owl House has attracted a top-notch list of vocal talent as well, including Wendie Malick as Eda, Hirsch as King and Sarah-Nicole Robles as Luz. Among the guest star lineup for the show’s first season are Matthew Rhys, Isabella Rossellini, Tati Gabrielle, Issac Ryan Brown, Mae Whitman, Bumper Robinson and Parvesh Cheena. Terrace points out that having a sterling class led by Malick has been a real treat. “Our witch could have been a very hard character to cast, because we wanted to have sass and energy, and Wendie was absolutely perfect. She came in with all her talent and experience, and my first instinct was ‘You don’t need any direction. Do whatever you want to do because you are amazing!”

She also mentions that she knew Alex Hirsch was going to end up playing the little sidekick King. “I used to hear him pitch when I worked on Gravity Falls. I knew that he can bring a lot to the characters he plays. He would also give me some helpful advice about running his own show and working at Disney.”

Art director Ricky Cometa (Steven Universe, Costume Quest) says he was swept away by Terrace’s wild ideas and spectacular imagery, things that were not usually seen in children’s animation. “The second she came in and said, ‘I want you to read this show bible. The first thing that caught my eye was ‘Bosch and the demon world?’ I very much needed help to figure out what this world looks like. We had this blank canvas and there was a lot of religious iconography. I knew we were going to push the boundaries. I mean we are doing the demon realm on the Disney Channel? You bet I’m in!” 

Cometa points out that it was clear that they needed to balance the darker aspects of the witch’s world with the more light-hearted and fun components of Luz’s comical adventures. “At first, I wasn’t sure how dark we could have made the world this world that Luz jumps into initially. We had to make clear decisions about when the story needed to be scary— when do we highlight the darker moments versus when the story is lighthearted and welcoming. It was all about finding that right balance of warmth and spookiness.”

Terrace agrees. “If we made everything super scary and spooky — which is something I’m not afraid of, scaring my audience — but if we made everything the same color, then the scary parts and the day-to-day light-hearted parts wouldn’t have popped. We needed that contrast for writing purposes.”

Amazingly enough, Terrace is only the fourth woman to solely create and run an animated series for Disney — following in the footsteps of Sue Rose (Pepper Ann), Chris Nee (Doc McStuffins) and Daron Nefcy (Star vs. The Forces of Evil). She says one of her biggest challenges on the show was going through the learning process to run a writer’s room, which includes four other writers and a writer’s assistant. “Before this show I had always written and drawn my own comics and cartoons, but this was the first time I had written scripts professionally. Learning the process of writing scripts and learning to run a writers’ room was probably the biggest challenge for me. Luckily, I was with a team of talented writers, and we all kind of learned together. Most of that team has carried on to the second season, and we’re very excited to keep writing together.

As the show begins its run on Disney Channel, Terrace says that ultimately she hopes audiences will be entertained by Luz’s world and her off-the-wall adventures. “There are so many different kinds of animated shows out there and so many traditional and streaming services, that I don’t think it’s possible to have a gigantic blowout hit anymore. At the end of the day, no matter how much stuff is out there, stories with interesting core characters and relatable, understandable stories will shine through.”

Art director Ricky Cometa (Steven Universe, Costume Quest) says he was swept away by Terrace’s wild ideas and spectacular imagery, things that were not usually seen in children’s animation. “The second she came in and said, ‘I want you to read this show bible. The first thing that caught my eye was ‘Bosch and the demon world?’ I very much needed help to figure out what this world looks like. We had this blank canvas and there was a lot of religious iconography. I knew we were going to push the boundaries. I mean we are doing the demon realm on the Disney Channel? You bet I’m in!”

[glapplebloom]

BONUS ARTICLE AND SPOILER WARNING!

@RiseFallNickBck

I make it no secret I am a fan of the Powerpuff Girls. I got every original episode on DVD, saw Dance Pantsed and even enjoyed most of the Reboot (yes it has problems but there are things I do enjoy about it). But when I heard about the Live Action Reboot even I think it was a terrible idea and reading the supposed leak proved I was right. If this leaked script was indeed true, it would explain the re-working they’re doing for the pilot. So this post said that it is unsalvagable. I’m willing to give it my best shot. To add to this challenge: I am keeping the cast the same. And I’m not going to just use my own version of the Future PPGs.

First, for this, I would animate most of the opening to be cartoon representatives of the cast. This way, people will know this is a new take on the Powerpuff Girls off the bat. Inspired from the PPG movie, we see the Professor looking at Townsville and wanting to bring something positive in this town. The a recreation of the opening, you know, the Sugar, Spice and everything Nice bit. Then the Narrator talk about how they were successful, showing a montage of them fighting all sorts of villains. Also showing them slowly maturing and changing their costumes to reflect their personalities. Then puberty hits.

Two things I am going to keep from the Pilot script is Blossom doing some serious studying and Buttercup being a cheating lesbian. Like my own future PPGs I do believe Blossom being the serious one and Buttercup being the wild one makes the most sense. But for Bubbles, they want her to be Hollywood yet making her more like Brittany Spheres at her worse. So I’m going to make her more focus on that. She was tired since she was doing numerous interviews with various magazines. So when they confront Mojo Jojo, who is human, they’re not at their best.

Mojo does his thing, but because they were tired they messed up. Instead of tackling Mojo out of the giant machine like always, they tackled below it, With Mojo’s last words, he curses the Powerpuff Girls before dying, either by the machine being destroyed via explosion or the head falling down, crushing him (this will depend on the twist ending). Now with blood on all their hands and not because Mojo tried to be a hero by attacking the girls, they all take this differently. Blossom has PTSD since she feels she’s responsible for it. Buttercup, who you think would be excited about it, is horrified. And Bubbles being so focused on the spotlight ignores it by saying “that’s right villains! If you mess with Townsville ever again expect the same!”

After that statement, there are no more villains in Townsville. They either quit or left Townsville. The Professor, who is not trying cash in on them, sends them to therapy to help them deal with it. Bubbles is in denial, Buttercup is getting better, but Blossom needs more of it. And when they turned 18, they felt it was best to move on. Buttercup is a traveling hero now, saving the day where she can and sleeping around when she can’t. Blossom graduated college, got the job at the Biotech Firm in Boston and has a boyfriend with Clive. She still goes to therapy and she is seemingly better. Bubbles went to Hollywood to cash in on her fame. No blonde drunk here. The Professor? Well, he is dating Sara Bellum after the Mayor lost and she was out of a job. She now works as an office secretary while the Professor is still doing his thing.

Currently being the Mayor is one Jones (played by Jojo’s actor). He is up for re-election and seems to be losing his chance at a second term. So he comes up with an idea: bringing back the Powerpuff Girls to Townsville. Even after the girls left Townsville has been pretty safe (at least to the the public’s knowledge) so he figured them coming back would give his campaign a boost. Around the same time, the Professor began to notice that there is an unusual concentration of high frequency technology happening recently. He fears that Darkness is coming back to Townsville and decided to call the Powerpuff Girls. Buttercup is a little worried but is alright. She promise to call the girl later. Bubbles sees this as an opportunity to get a chance in the spotlight, so she informs the media about a PPG reunion and gets her camera crew and agent. Blossom panic attacks as Clive reminds her of her therapy. Blossom calms down and decides to go see. It can’t be too serious she thinks. 

When Buttercup arrived at Townsville’s Airport, Bubbles is there with her cameraman and manager. They take an uber as they catch up. When they arrive at Townsville, the media is there since Bubbles informed them. Buttercup tries to get pass them but Bubbles embrace them. Especially a little girl who seems to be a fan. While Blossom is her favorite, she is excited to finally see them all in action. She asks for a hug, Bubbles goes in (thinking it’ll be a great camera shot), a caterpillar crawls up from around the girl to Bubbles, Buttercup flicks it, Henrietta said it was her pet and Buttercup rushes Bubbles inside. Blossom was already inside, sneaking in with Super Speed since she doesn’t want to have another panic attack. With the Professor there they he makes a claim. Blossom faints

Meanwhile, we find out that Henrietta was an evil genius. She wanted that caterpillar to crawl into Bubbles’ head to control her. And with all three together, she continues to want that power to herself and makes a move. Sometime later, Blossom recovering from her panic attack. She does not want to return to the Super Hero life and the others are accepting yet still needs her help. They promise she won’t have to fight but they still got to investigate. Drake thinks that if they can find the source he can take care of the rest since technology is his thing. Though they decide to humor him since despite being a scientist he hasn’t have the best track record for detecting things. And it gives the three girls to catch up beyond bitmoji. 

They decided to go to the Cano: the bar that’s located to the old inactive volcano that no one previously used. The owner is Butch who had a thing for Bubbles but she broke it off to presume her acting career, so he has a grudge. He’s cool with the other two. The girls catch up for a bit, Buttercup eyes Macy for a brief moment, they drink. Maybe too much as the three are different levels of dazed. Bubbles is making out with Butch while trying to find the source of an evil lab (at least she thinks she does), Buttercup is okay talking to Macy and Blossom is calling Clive while a little drunk. That’s when this guy who was Henrietta’s neighbor and being a little too aggressive. Buttercup does not take this well. 

After being escorted out of the bar (with the exception of Bubbles because she is trying to milk it for the camera) Blossom was commenting on how the guy had yellow eyes which Buttercup dismisses. With the computer stuff, they wrongfully suspect a charging station to be the culprit. They return back home unbeknown that it was indeed Henrietta’s Evil Laboratory underneath it. She has an army of caterpillars and decided to send them after the girls. If they can’t get them themselves, they’ll get other people. Back at the home, they relay their discovery to the Professor. He could have sworn but eventually settled that “maybe technology is advancing faster than he thought”. He invites them to stay the night but Bubbles and Buttercup got arrangements. Blossom stays, hoping to get some more talking.

With Bubbles, as the Cameraman gets some shots of the city for B-Roll, Bubbles and Ace (her manager) look over the footage. As he praises her, Bubbles notices there was a kid there. Before she can recognize who it was, their van got hit by another car. It was four people with yellow eyes. Bubbles goes in for the attack, taking it easy since she knows she can beat them easy. But as she knocks one out, she notices a small caterpillar coming out of their ear. As soon as it went back inside, that person gets back up. As she sees this, another tries to sneak up on her to place one near her ear. She’s too fast and makes the connection. So one by one she KOs a person and crush a caterpillar. With one remaining, they decided to take their own life by snapping their own neck. Bubbles breaks down. With Mojo, she told herself it was his own fault since he was a bad guy. But this is an innocent person who got killed to get to them. Ace comforts her telling her that it isn’t her fault. He even suggest to forget the filming and go see her sisters: because if this happened to her the others have to be in danger too.

At Macy’s place, the two are making out, not noticing the caterpillar getting closer and closer to them. That’s when Bubbles comes in. Thanks to the Friend Locator she knew Buttercup would be here. Buttercup goes to see Bubbles as Macy gets infected. Bubbles is hysterical trying to tell Buttercup what is happening but Buttercup isn’t understanding. That’s when Macy hits her with a lamp. Bubbles punches Macy and finds the caterpillar and crushes it. Now getting it, the girls go to see Blossom. At the PPG House, Blossom is getting some one on one time asking for relationship advice from Sara Bellum. Unbeknownst to the two of them the Professor walks out the door. Sometime later, Buttercup, Bubbles and Macy arrive to inform them of what’s up. They went to see the Professor but finds out he’s gone. Not suspecting the worst (probably thinking he’s getting dinner), Blossom examines the remains of the caterpillar and realize its a mind control device. And after Bubbles show them the footage of the girl, Buttercup realizes something isn’t up. That’s when Sara calls them to the living room.

The news are reporting that Townsville is having a rampage and the Professor is claiming to be the one behind it. They see the yellow eyes and Blossom makes the connection that he’s under mind control. Bubbles realizing the danger rushes out the door to try to stop it. Blossom is hyperventilating as she can’t get back out there. Buttercup tries to convince her but decides to leave her be since she can’t let Bubbles do it alone. That’s when Sara comes to talk to Blossom some more. Blossom discuss her therapy session and all the issues she had with it. Sara makes a comment that calms Blossom down and makes her realize that she needs to help (basically have Sara be the Young Blossom). Meanwhile, Bubbles figures that since the civilians are standing in water, they can give a small electric shock to stop the threat without killing them. Henrietta then shows up making the threat to kill the Professor if they don’t stop. Bubbles wants to save him but Buttercup can’t keep the telephone pole up without her. The Professor falls. Blossom saves him and knocks the Caterpillar out of him. With no where to turn, Henrietta calls all her Caterpillars to come together to create a giant armor for her and the Powerpuff Girls fight her.

After a lengthy battle, the Citizens cheer for the Powerpuff Girls as Blossom admits that she did miss this. Sometime later, Clive hears Blossom plans and while he hopes she would change her mind he understands. The Mayor Jones arrives to thank the girls and hope they continue to stay. And the Professor thanks them for saving him. But Blossom feels that despite how evil Henrietta was, there was no way for her to have the funds to create such a laboratory and suggest they continue to stay to figure out the true mastermind behind everything. Bubbles and Buttercup accept as the Powerpuff Girls are back together once more.

The episode ends with Jones revealing that his real name is Jojo and he is the one behind everything. This is because Jones is really the Son of Mojo and he wants revenge on the Powerpuff Girls. 

And that’s how I would rewrite that supposed leaked pilot. It may not be huge improvement since I kept certain things similar, but I do hope it shows that it could be better. My goal is to keep the humor parts separate for the serious parts and inject some more action. But if you have any thoughts, feel free to make your own version of the pilot, one that would most likely be better without the limitations made already.

[thewritingstar]

Falling Back to You

Pairing: Blossick (Blossom x Brick, Reds)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Soft, sweet reds because I've been feeling angsty lately and needed a breather lol. Sorry to everyone who follows me for other fandoms, I promise Ill write more for FT (you can always leave asks lol)

Tag List: @over-under-through1 @shellielyzabeth (if you want to be on my tag list, you can find the post or dm me)

I hope you enjoy. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few months and decided to just finish it lol. 

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“I’m surprised you don’t have your hat on.” A voice came from behind him. But not just any voice. The moment the first word left those lips, the hair on his neck stood up and sent a familiar chill down his back. It was a voice that he knew well, could distinguish in a crowd of a thousand voices, it was the equivalent of his favorite song or the taste of the sweetest thing to melt in your mouth.

“Blossom.” He said under his breath but her super hearing picked it up.

She thought she was prepared to see him, after all its been two years. That’s enough time to heal, right? But she prayed that he didn’t hear the small gasp that escaped her lips as he turned. That crisp dark red suit fit him like a glove and she spotted him from a mile away in that signature color. He looked good in red.

“Hi.” She managed to say smoothly as he took a step towards her. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked with a reluctant tone. It was only the most important night of his life. The one where he would be promoted to the head of the department, the one he busted his ass off from the ground up. Not to mention an award for a case he worked on last year. 

She shrugged and bit her lip. “My boss is here and I have to write a report for him.” Then added. “And I wasn’t going to miss the achievement you have been talking about for literal years.” She said shyly. “I promised after all.” 

And she did. Back when they had dated all those years ago. Blossom was by his side as he worked from being an assistant at the law firm to one of the most promising lawyers, and now the highest ranked lawyer, but she missed the last part. Unfortunately. 

He studied his ass off and she did too, both of them determined to outshine anyone in their paths, maybe that why they chose different companies. They had traded their childhood rivalry for a path of lust and love, a simple competition would not be throwing them down that path. In fact their jobs were the reason they weren’t together.

“You remembered.” He said under his breath. She heard it, of course. 

She tapped her foot and looked around before giving a puzzling look. “Wheres Jasmine?” It pained her to ask. 

Jasmine. Oh yes, his girlfriend who couldn’t be bothered to celebrate to most important time of his career. Or rather, ex girlfriend, As of last night where he found her with another man. 

“Not my girlfriend.” He simply stated as she nodded before taking a sip of her drink. 

It must have been good if she brought it to her lips. Blossom loved a good cocktail but if it was hard liquor, she required top shelf, something he admired. He was like that too and was the reason she only drank the highest quality. 

“What about Tyson?” 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not my boyfriend.” She said bitterly and he didn’t know why he was happy about it. “Cheated on me for a blonde.” Her glass was on the verge of cracking before she smoothed out her dress. “Typical.” 

He hummed in agreement. There was a feeling of anger running through him as he thought about any man hurting Blossom, sure he hurt her too but nothing like that. No their fight was different, it was a fight about whats best for both of them. 

They had just under an hour before the cermony started. He didn’t want to bother being inside socailzing with a bunch of random people and he had a feeling she didn’t either. The wide open hallway was becoming stuffy and he could see a trio of men walking their way and knew Blossom would become the talking point. 

Before Brick could turn them the other way, the men were already there. 

“Brick.” The tall one spat. 

“Landon.” Brick matched his tone. What a dumb name he thought. 

Landon turned and did not bother to hide the fact that he was checking out Blossom. Of course he was. Even in her simple black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, she was a walking dream. 

“And you are?” He gave her a smirk that could charm anyone, expcet for Blossom of course. 

Brick was pracitcally smiling as Blossom shook his hand. He knew she wouldn’t take his bait. 

“Blossom Utonium. Head of corrupt affairs at Duchess Law.” She started with what Brick likes to call her “Miss Business voice”. 

Landon smirked. “Duchess Law? Someones a smart cookie.” He winked. 

The other men behind him agreed and Blossom held her tounge. She hated being patronized or looked down on. He should be thanking the lucky stars that he’s even in her presence.

Brick could tell she was annoyed and wrapped his arm around her waist before looking at Landon. “She makes more money than all three of you combine and actally can win a case so show some repect.” He spat and he turned them around towards the back doors that led to the garden space. 

The feeling of having his arm around her sent a spark through her body. At first it felt foreign but the memories came rolling in waves as they walked.

“I could handle myself.” She stated and he hid his laugh.

“I know, but you won’t because of your repuation. I for one don’t care about mine that much.”

“Or maybe its because you still care.” She teased as she sat on the stone bench with him. 

He was about to response but his phone began to ring. He wanted to ignore it but Blossom probably would say something about it. 

“Its Butch.” He said before trying to put it back into his pocket. 

“You should anwser it. I’m sure he’s wanting to wish his brother well.”

He huffed and anwsered on the final ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey quick question. Do you think that I would win in a fight against Thanos?” 

Brick only shook his head.

“Butch.”

“Its serious cause Buttercup doesn’t think so but I could take him for sure.” 

Blossom was holding a hand to her mouth as the guy kept going on about the stupid question. 

“Oh shit dude, tonights your night!”

“Yes it is now Imma hang up now.”

“Brick be nice.”

“Wait a minute bro. Is that Miss Blossom with you?”

“Yes because shes the only one who bothered to care.”

“Hey you’re the one who said not to come. Anyways tell her I said hi and that you two should totally get back together because you kept going on and on about how you missed her and leaving her was the worst choice you made-” The line cut dead and the phone was shoved in his pocket. 

“Hes stupid.” He mumbled and Blossom drank the rest of her drink. 

“Hes not wrong.”

He turned towards her and gazed silently. She was just as he remembered. Gorgeous and graceful and even without a word spoken, she could command a room. He admired her greatly and she felt the same. 

“Brick, can we just skip all of it?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve kinda been looking forward to my award.”

“No, not this.” She gestured to the building. “But this.” She pointed between them. 

“Skip what?”

“Oh I don’t know, the drama of it all? Because if we don’t confess now we are going to waste so much time running after each other and I-I dont want to waste time.” She looked down at her shoes. A sad sigh leaving her lips. “I just miss you.” 

The confession surprised him. They were both forward people who never beat around the bush but when it came to their feelings between them, they had always been shy. Boomer and Bubbles were easy to confess and even Butch and Buttercup seemed to have it together but for them, it felt impossible sometimes.

No matter where he turned, she was there. They had always crossed paths like star-crossed lovers and it was as if the universe was constantly pulling them together and they had tried. They really did. 

Perhaps the timing wasn’t enough or their pride had stood in the way. they never meant to fall apart the way they did but when the other side of the bed was empty, those walls they held up became transparent and it only took a mere few seconds to see what they had lost. 

But he understood what she meant. They both knew that if anything were to happen between them tonight it would start a snowball effect that everyone was tired of seeing. Over and over they would fall in line and build each other up before something came between them and pulled them apart. 

He wanted to get past all the hurdles of playing cat and mouse until on of them caved and said their feelings. But her saying she missed him wasn’t her caving, she was just tired and so was he.

They had been young when they had fallen in love. The rules of life tossing them into a sea of doubt but now they were adults who knew the game and could easily avoid anything in their paths, except each other. 

His hand slid over hers. “I missed you too.”

She smiled softly before her hand rested on his cheek. “I’m really proud of you Brick, you’ve come along way.” 

“I’m just happy you got to see it.” He whispered before his lips touched hers with a fire they both had missed. 

A swirl of fire and ice that only they knew. No matter how much life decided to pull them apart or change the course, he would always find himself coming back to her. 

The kiss didn’t last as long as he would have liked but seeing the faint blush on her cheeks made it all worth it. 

“What are you doing later?” He asked as he helped her up from the bench. 

“I was going to get take out and sit in my hotel room watching movies.” 

Brick leaned over to fix the bow in her hair, taking the time to have her close. “I don’t suppose you would accept any company?” He winked before kissing the back of her hand and handing her the red purse.

“I think I can make an exception.” She winked and he had never thought she had looked more stunning. 

She took his hand, their palms resting naturally together, before walking back to the ceremony, where he would leave with not only his award but the woman he had loved for years and years. 

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was the ending lazy? yes. do I care, only a little bit. Lol. I’ve had a really off day so I hope this is good.

Hope you enjoyed :)