#it's not like i don't wanna see my extended family I'm just glad I don't have to feel uncomfortable throughout the whole evening like usual

[pretentiouswreckingball]

"you are wrong for wanting this, it's not normal" <- and then this being a quiet Christmas 🧍‍♂️

[intheholler]

Hi, sorry if this is a weird message but I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your blog.

I've never been to the appalachia region but I was born in Mississippi and only lived there for like 3 years before we moved. My mom was a travel nurse so we moved every year or two and I really loved living like that and being able to live in tons of different places but part of me is really upset that I never really belonged to a specific place.

When I was younger, I was thankful for not growing up in the south. I always heard other people talk about it, how it was nothing but inbred hillbillies and how everyone talked in a weird drawl and I was glad I never picked up the accent.

But now I'm so, so upset about it. I have a very slight accent sometimes and say y'all and ain't a lot but it's definitely not recognizable as a southern accent.

I want to sound like that, but it feels wrong to try and talk with that accent now, because my family doesn't sound like that and I don't live in the south anymore. Even though I was born there, it still feels like I'm not from there, you know? Like I would be stealing something that's not mine.

It just sucks. Especially when I hear people constantly talk shit about the south and how everyone there is stupid and ugly and racist and evil and it's like, ''Oh. Maybe if I lived there a few more years they would hate me like that too."

A lot of time I see people talking about how much it sucks to grow up in a certain culture, but I never see people talk about how much it sucks to grow up without a specific culture(s).

The worst thing is when people ask where I'm from or where I grew up, and I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

So thank you for your blog. I know the south and appalachia are different, with different cultures and climates and people, but it still makes me feel like I can experience something I never got to.

hi there. this is not weird at ALL.

its a topic very near to my heart really. thanks so much for sharing your story not only because it's yours and i want to know it, but because it resonates with me SO hard, and i don't really talk to anyone who was constantly on the move as a kid and questions their identity because of it.

long post below, as is usually the case with me and this subject.

first i wanna say: i agree that the deep south and appalachia are certainly unique from one another, but to me, they share more similarities than they do differences. your story only cements that in my mind.

we have similar politics, are embarrassed by similar stereotypes, have shameful collective histories. we have similar flavors of self-work and unlearning to do. even the accents overlap.

we also know the same struggle of trying to be louder than our region, how it feels to have our individual voices swallowed up by people who don't want to hear it because they've already decided what they think about us as if we are some monolith.

what i mean is you definitely belong in this community, and i'm so glad you are here!

now for the emotional bits: i hate making these sorts of asks about me, but i sometimes feel at a loss as how else to communicate my empathy in this specific situation.

i just hope my experience can extend a sense of solidarity and understanding to how you're feeling, as mine mirrors your own very closely. i can seriously like feel the pain radiating off of this ask and i just want you to feel seen and heard.

"The worst thing is when people ask where I'm from or where I grew up, and I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

this kicked me in the stomach, because same. it's why being "from appalachia" is so integral to my identity. i'm not from a town or even a state. all i have is the region.

i've talked about this before on here, but my dad was a contractor, and we moved every year or two as well. the longest i stayed in one town was three years, and it happened only once.

i agree that moving around a lot was good in some ways, but, like you, it left me without a sense of belonging.

looking back as an adult, i realize how badly all of that moving fucked me up. i don't have a hometown in the traditional sense. i'm not "from" anywhere.

a lot of my childhood belongings i no longer have because everything seemed to get lost in the moves. i feel like i am scattered across a region, and i am nowhere.

its so bad that, as silly as it is, i get irrationally upset at something as innocent as when i am with someone who has lived in a place most of their life, and they can easily give directions there because they know the place so well. i can't do that with anywhere and so i feel bitter.

i myself moved around consistently in appalachia/the south, though, so i still grew up in the area, as generally as one could. so i also spent most of my late childhood and preteen yearsgetting rid of the accent. i didn't want to sound "stupid" or be lumped in with the racists and the stereotypes of the region.

i thought it made me better than other kids who spoke with the accent, because back then, i hadn't started the self-work i have since undergone and ripped all that hateful internalized bullshit up.

i regret it every day now that i'm learning to love where i'm from--appalachia and the south as a region. i regret ever buying into what i was told about myself and getting rid of all markers of it.

i get it, anon. i really do and i love you and i'm sorry.

THIS IS ALL TO SAY VERY VERY LOUDLY:

you. are. from. there.

you were born in the south. you was raised by a presumably southern family. even if you wasn't, they had to take pieces of mississippi with them. culture is not a static thing--it goes where you go.

you can't steal what's already yours. the accent is yours to use. it feels awkward in your mouth when you try to get it back but that's just because it needs to get comfortable in there again. it doesn't mean you're faking or stealing. it means you are reconnecting, and reunions can sometimes be a little awkward.

don't hold yourself up to rigid standards or fall victim to any gatekeeping, outward or inward. only you get to define who you are, and it seems like you know who that is supposed to be.

i hope you can start to feel a little more at home in your identity. i know what a special hell it is. thank you so so much for being here <3333

[cyrusthedragon]

I'm so in love with the idea of thunder god tribe being like lil triplets for Laxus, and Laxus is like "no I can't do reckless shit no more, I have my kids to worry about", people are like "you have kids???", Laxus: "yeah", and kids are just three grown-ups looking at Laxus with heart-shaped eyes, and then he's like "okay, I need to go take care of them"

Freed is the oldest one, repeating after him, following his steps, learning and growing, best student, his pride.

Bickslow is next, lil dumb (no, he's actually a secret genius), lil crazy, lil reckless, in short - middle child, circus on feet, but he's Laxus' joy.

And Evergreen as youngest one, pretty and pretty independent, fairy with attitude, she may seem giddy, but she's very smart and cunning; they say if you look at Evergreen for a long time, you can see Laxus.

And it's so-so cute, cuz this kittens are his family, part of his life, and I love it so much, cuz let's be honest with eachother, Laxus is a big softie, and he really need someone to protect, so even if he knows for sure that Freed, Ever and Bickslow are more than capable to protect themselves, that doesn't mean he's not worrying about them. He does. Sometimes a lot. 'They don't need someone to protect them, they're strong,' he says, and then Mirajane cas clearly see that he just can't sit on that chair calmly. She wants to say how cute he is like that, but she bites her inner cheek instead, to not to scare that...openness he's showing her. And it's absolutely obvious that he's showing it, on purpose, he allows himself to be like this, because Mira knows - Laxus can hide really well when he wants to. So she's just glad he trusts her enough to show his true feelings for the raijinshuu.

He'd be a good father, she thinks suddenly, and then blush appears on her face and she hurries to hide it, going to the basement for *choose the reason* while Laxus stares after her with an questioningly raised eyebrow, until his own blush shows on his cheeks. He probably looked stupid...

Even though Laxus doesn't usually care what other people think of him personally, for some reason he doesn't want to look stupid in front of her.

Sheesh.

P.s. inspired by this, look at them. Look at them. He lllooovvvvessssss herrrr (I'm not talking about romantic love here), HE LOVES HER, THAT'S WHY HE CAN BE LIKE THAT WITH HER, AND EVER KNOWS HIM WELL ENOUGH, LOOK. COME THE FUCK ON. THEY'RE FAMILY. I'M DEAD.

Ever but like that 'annoying' lil 'girly girl' sis who can poke you just because she can, and I think if she really was his lil sis, she would simply come up to him, coquettishly extend her hand, and he'd give her money without questions (but with a heavy sigh). And Bickslow'd be like 'wow, can I have some too???', and Laxus to him with straight face, blinking: 'No.' Freed, trying his luck, quietly: "...can I?". Laxus would asked how much and would give him the requested amount, and Bickslow would explode at how terribly unfair this is!!! And Laxus'd give him an hour and a half lecture about how Freed spends money on books and stuff for self development, and Bickslow, on the contrary, always buys all sorts of crap.

"Why then are you giving money to Ever, huh?!" He rightly grumbles, frowning comically, almost stomping his foot. "She buys all sorts of crap too!"

Laxus looks him straight in the eyes. Blinks twice. And, raising his mug of beer, explains:

"I just like her more than you."

Bickslow eventually explodes, making angry noises, and Mirajane, nearby watching this scene, cannot help but giggle at how Laxus skillfully hides his grin behind his mug.

Btw follow me for more Raijinshuu and Miraxus stuff, I just wanna talk about them, seriously:'))

[misc-obeyme]

hello again grey asmo here

Finally found here some mutuals to talk and simp, im so happy cuz my fandom is small, and a lot of people are into the show more than the books (book nerd here)

Anyway..i can stop bringing my rant too one of my fav bloggers about that one asshole of a prince of hell (we dont talk about that)

**hugs**

NSFW OM content (drank 4 cups of coffee today, and read 4 books)

Also Barbatos would totally have a two dicks, and also his tail is slimy so you know it probably be easy right... (im not a smut person, more of an angst person)

But Barbatos/Simeon this ship is soooo precious and so cute... i wanna hold them

Also wouldnt MC kinda change, like devildom air probably affect their cells make them immune to diseases in hell, and also make their eyesight better in the dark, and imagine going back to earth and eating and it taste weird.. like MC being in hell for almost 2 years..would earth go faster or slower, probably faster on earth and hell would seem slow (torture the souls)

Hello, grey Asmo!

I'm so glad you found some mutuals to talk to about your fandom! I certainly don't mind you talking about it with me, but I know it's different when the other person is in the same fandom! I hope you're able to discuss about that character at length, he sounds like trouble lol.

So okay the two dick thing... I know people have said the same about Levi... is it a tail thing? A reptile-like tail thing, anyway? Do reptiles have two dicks?! I don't know and I'm afraid to look it up lol. I'm just wondering if this concept is based on something or if it's more like those characters just give people two dick vibes.

I definitely have a ~thing~ for tails in general, though. I really go in phases with smut, like sometimes I'm obsessed and other times I don't care at all, but if I ever come across some that involves a tail, all bets are off. Especially with Barbatos because I love him so much, but yes I think the sliminess of it could definitely act as lubricant lol.

Simeon in general is another underrated character, in my opinion! As such, his ships are also underrated. But I think the Barbatos/Simeon ship certainly has fans! The thing about them is that they both like to take care of people and they each have a little found family that they care for in which there is some overlap. And at first I thought they might have a thing where they kind of compete to take care of each other, but then I realized that they would both realize they could trust the other one. I think both Simeon and Barbatos like to take care of things partly because they know they'll do it best. But then they come to see that they can rely on each other just as well and maybe they start taking breaks finally.

Oh I have thought about what would happen to MC after living the Devildom for an extended period of time.

The fact is, humans need sunlight. So they would need to at least take some kind of Vitamin D supplement. I also think it has the potential to mess up their sleep cycles, which are also dependent on the sun (unless you're me and have a sleep disorder, but you know generally speaking). I would think that if there are diseases in the Devildom that don't exist in the human world, MC would probably get a lot of them at first until their immune system built up resistance to them.

I definitely think the eyesight would be a thing. I mean think about what it'd be like if you lived underground for years and then went outside in the sun. Sometimes just going outside after being inside all day is enough to make my eyes sensitive to sunlight!

I also think it's likely that their tastes would change... or at the very least, they'd have foods from the Devildom that they miss. Or similar things in the Devildom that they think taste better than the human world equivalent.

Just more reasons why MC probably doesn't want to leave the Devildom. All these things start to make it feel more like home than the human world...

And oh I hadn't considered the time speed? I wonder if the Devildom has time zones? Or Daylight Savings Time?!? Please, no. I would lose my mind. I already exist in two different time zones, I just want a break lol.

Anyway, it's lovely as always to hear from you, grey Asmo! I hope you're having a nice day!

[candied-peach]

ao3: "just another day" rating: T warnings: anxremile, food, past sui attempt reference, dogs, everyone is non binary genre: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort description: It's Virgil's birthday. His partners celebrate it with him, but they can't help but think of another day to celebrate. (lyrics are from kode "who am i")

I always feel like I'm supposed to be someone anyone but me I live in this life where I try to find comfort doing what they seek I'm finding myself in this endless loop called what would they think I started caring less for the things I want and the things I need

"Happy birthday, Virgil!"

Virgil makes a muffled snort noise into their pillow, their eyes still stubbornly closed.

"Mmph," he complains. He feels Emile's hand descend into his hair, scritching at his scalp gently, and he relaxes into a compliant puddle on the bed. "Mmm," Virgil says, eyes half-closed in happiness.

"You melted them," Remy comments from the side. Virgil feels the bed dip as Remy crawls into the bed with them. Remy flops across Virgil's lower back, making Virgil huff in mock displeasure.

"Be nice," Emile admonishes, although Virgil can hear the smile in their voice. "It's Virgil's birthday."

"I know that," Remy exclaims. Virgil squints over his shoulder to see Remy dramatically splay a hand across his forehead. "I would never dream of trying to spoil Virge's birthday, babe."

"Uh huh," Emile deadpans. "Anyway, Virgil, it's your day, sweetheart. What do you want to do?"

"Dunno," Virgil mumbles. "Can I stay in bed all day and cuddle?" He can practically feel the other two exchange a look.

"I mean, yes," Emile says slowly. "But are you sure that's all you want to do?"

"I don't know," Virgil admits. "I just-" He sighs. His birthday has always been a clusterfuck of complicated feelings thanks to family bullshit, and he knows what's coming up next month isn't making it any easier.

It's been nearly two years since his last suicide attempt.

"I know, love," Emile says, soothing, pressing a kiss to the back of Virgil's fluffy purple hair. "I know."

"So proud of you, babe," Remy murmurs, rubbing warm circles into Virgil's back and slowly relaxing them again. "So glad we know you. So glad I know you."

"Love you," Virgil says, drowsy and so full of affection, it feels like his heart might burst already. "Can we go to the sweets shop?" He asks suddenly. "I just- you know how I feel about sweet things-"

"It is your birthday," Emile agrees, planting another kiss on the side of Virgil's head as they get up. Virgil mourns the loss of their warmth. "Of course we can."

"Oh no," Remy laughs as he stands up. "The two of you, plotting to get sweet things? Your teeth are fucked."

"Good," Virgil says defiantly, rolling over and blinking at the light. "It's my birthday. Sugar doesn't count."

"I don't think that's how it works," Emile says, but their lips are twitching like they want to laugh.

"You're a therapist, not a medical doctor," Virgil points out. "Or a dentist. Sugar is good for both of us."

"Well, can't argue with that," Emile says, extending a hand. "Come on, darling. Out of bed."

"Fine," Virgil says, accepting Emile's hand and letting Emile carefully pull them upright. The room spins for a moment anyway, but quickly stabilizes. Virgil grins at both Emile and Remy, running his free hand through unruly purple hair.

"Wanna wear your pretty skirt?" Remy asks, his eyes a little too bright. 

"Which one?" Virgil asks primly, but they know which one Remy means. It is purple and black plaid, and it swishes around Virgil's knees. It comes with a belt, and Virgil loves it.

"The pretty one," Remy insists. "You could wear that pretty purple top with it?" He wheedles. "And- and fishnets, and-"

"Am I a dress up doll?" Virgil asks, amused. Red stains Remy's cheeks.

"Yes," he says, doubling down. "My pretty dress up doll. Pretty girl. Pretty boy." Virgil's face flushes at the praise.

"Oh, fine," he says. Remy grins, whirling to rummage through the closet.

"Are you picking my outfit out, too, or are we just focused on the birthday girl today?" Emile asks, clearly amused.

"Birthday boy!" Remy shouts back. "Wear something pretty, sweetheart."

By the time they're all dressed, Virgil is in the aforementioned purple outfit, and Emile had picked something with pink flowers. Remy's just in his usual jeans and a tee shirt, but his leather jacket and sunglasses are omnipresent.

"Beautiful," Remy claims, his mouth descending on Virgil's. It is sweet and short and perfect, Virgil thinks dizzily as his hands brace himself against Remy's shoulders. Remy is nearly a foot taller than him, but he doesn't care.

Emile's next, bending their head and pressing a kiss to Virgil's mouth. Virgil flings their arms around Emile's neck, pulling them closer and making Emile laugh against their lips.

"Sweet shop," Emile says. "Birthday girl gets to play music on the way."

"Yes!" Virgil cheers as they make their way out to the car. "Sorry, Remy," he sasses, slipping into the passenger seat in the front. He does pull the seat up to accommodate Remy's long legs, though, mindful of his comfort as Remy slouches in the back seat.

They chat about everything and nothing on the way, accompanied by Virgil's emo playlist, low in the background. While Emile finds a parking space, Virgil looks around, hands unconsciously flapping in their lap. There's no snow, but it is chilly outside, and Virgil's glad that he chose to wear his hoodie over his outfit.

"This way," Emile says, tugging Remy and Virgil toward the sweets shop. Eagerly, Virgil follows. There is a dog in line, a soft brown one with soulful eyes and a gently wagging tail. 

"Can I pet them?" Virgil asks shyly. The owner, a person wearing pink-framed glasses on a chain, nods, twining the leash around their hand. They have a Sanrio backpack in the shape of Cinnamoroll's head, and Virgil thinks it's adorable.

Emile fawns over the dog, a bright smile lighting up their features. Remy stands back a little, but he also deigns to pet the dog. Virgil's hand sinks into the soft fur, and they hum happily.

"Their name is Honey," the owner informs them.

"I love them," Emile declares. Virgil giggles.

"Oops, my turn," the dog's owner says, their face turning red. It's their turn next. They all order an iced vanilla latte, Virgil opting to have his with almond milk. His eyes scan the sweet options on display, finally settling on a chocolate eclair. Emile gets a cannoli and Remy opts for a type of danish. They sit near Honey the dog, and Virgil catches Emile surreptitiously petting and mooning over her three separate times before their order is ready.

"Happy birthday, darling," Remy murmurs into their ear as he sets their drink and eclair down in front of them. Virgil blushes out to his ears.

"Thank you," Virgil says. He eyes Emile. "You can't steal the dog," he mutters.

"Okay but listen, we need a dog," Emile says, widening their eyes to look more innocent. "Look at how fluffy she is. She's adorable. Perfect. Mine." Honey's owner snorts into their drink and Virgil laughs.

"I don't think her owner agrees with you," Virgil points out, and Emile grins, a mischievous look in brown eyes.

"Anyway," Emile says loftily, finally turning away from the fluffy charms of Honey the dog and applying themself to their cannoli. "What else do you want to do today, love?"

"Spend time with you both," Virgil answers, nibbling on their eclair. "I just- It's nice. I like spending time with you."

"Same, darling," Remy says, leaning on Virgil's shoulder and poking them with his chin. 

"You're both so sweet," Virgil says, a little bit dreamy.

"Never," Remy denies, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I am," Emile says plainly, and Virgil grins at them.

"I'm glad I'm still alive," Virgil says, sudden, as the thought strikes them. Remy's and Emile's faces both soften. 

"So are we, darling," Remy says. Emile lifts Virgil's hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. "So are we."

[i-am-beckyu]

i'm glad you're doing better! i get sad when my sister is sad :I

i've been doing well, i've got covid but i genuinely don't feel like i have it so it's been good!

and ayeeee i love catching up with friendsss ahh i bet that was fun! i've been on a calling spree with some of my friends too :) social time is just so lovely <33 no wonder quality time is my love language lmao

there's not much new in the world of brick, but i've got headphones for christmas and they're basically my new personality aha gosh i love music so much!!! what i would give to have music playing 25/8 eueueue

i haven't really got any plans for the new year, eventually we've got to get together with my family to open christmas gifts cause covid ruined it lol

how about you in terms of plans??? :D

ALSO :0!!! yes PLEASE i would LOVE to see a continuation of the fic!!! i hope some inspo strikes you but of course no pressure aha

— brick

Lol I’ve not been sad, just sleepy. Seriously I needed this week to just sleep because I’ve been lacking it for a while lol.

Nooooo not covid! Bad covid. BAD! At least you’re not sick sick. Would be worse if you felt it🙃

And yeah catching up with friends is always good! It’s been so long since I’ve actually seen them in person too so was great to have so long to chill.

And heck yeah! We need an extra day in the week jsut for music lol. I loved comparing peoples Spotify wrapped total listened minutes because mine was always like an extra 50K minutes of music lol. Music is life

You’ll catch up with it eventually. Besides: extended Christmas :D decorations remain!!!!!

And I’m heading back to the city tomorrow and doing new years with my friends. We’re gonna walk down to the foreshore and watch the fireworks! I can’t wait :3

Perhaps inspo will strike me. (I hope it does. I’ve got two more fics to get done qwp) I wanna write more but inspo has gone wallows it seems :/

[songmingisthighs]

WHY I WENT MIA

spoiler alert : it's not alien abduction

tw : everything triggering, read at your own risk

so i almost comitted suicide several times around the 24th-25th

it all began when i was a child but we don't have time for that crap so i'm gonna cut to the chase.

Recently things has been pretty hard for me with financial issues and stress over what the fuck i'm doing with my life, not to mention the ridiculous pressure my parents put on me (in a way that i had told them would not be effective on me as it would just cause me harm esp to my mental health that both my parents, esp my mom, decide to ignore) and my extended family, and what i want, and it was all just ridiculous. Not to mention something specific happened recently that kinda just made me gave up because it felt like a betrayal, abandonment, and the way it happened was just so absolutely unfair and out of the blue like i wasn't even informed of what happened until i seek for answers myself. It was just horrible and i was really going to go through with it. I had suicide notes ready and everything and i could've decided to do it on the 23rd but it was yunho's birthday and i wasn't gonna miss that so my options were on the 24th or 25th bc my parents were gone and had anything happened, i wouldn't be rushed to the hospital.

I was alone and i felt alone despite having one last friend to talk to but that friend was just sooooo so so so far away and idk it felt hopeless. It wasn't until i accidentally hinted to someone about what i was gonna do and they figured it out and after a whole shenanadoodles (at first this person was like "i can't be selfish, i can't keep you here because who tf am i?") and some words used on me, that person accidentally canceled my self destruction. It was literally something that no one had ever said to me in a sense of the intention and the words used. It was literally "you can't go anywhere now, you're staying to write for me" and it wasn't the sentiment that i HAVE to live for this person now, but it was the fact that i was given a purpose. this person wanted me and they have plans for me and that gave me an immediate feeling of security. It's so stupid, i know but it happened. That was what happened and i'm still at shock because that person said they didn't even know that it would work.

if someone goes to you, telling you they wanna end their life, i implore you to NEVER say "don't do it, but i'm not gonna stop you". because that kinda feels like you don't care and by god, this person is already suicidal now you're telling them that YOU wouldn't care whether or not they leave ???????

i can't speak for other people with suicidal tendencies or behaviour but i'm so glad to have the friends that i have rn. I used to say i don't have much friends but oh my god after being open about this, i realized how many friends i have and how easy it is to ask someone to be your friend.

I'm sharing this to not upset anyone but because i want my blog to be a very transparent and open space. I don't feel normal because i don't see people sharing about their experience esp with suicidal behaviour and/or tendencies bc it's a taboo and it's potentially triggering. that's why i don't feel normal and it makes me think that since i'm not welcomed, i'm not like anyone, i should just not be here. Someone told me to remove myself from uncomfortable situations and i took it to a whole new level. It didn't occur to me how much people cared for me and seriously, i'm just so very thankful. I know i have a long way to go and i'm gonna have more hardships to come, but right now i feel like the people who i have around me can help me even by just doing stupid shit like sending ateez pics or telling a random annecdote or even frantically trying to find a topic that can distract me.

this space that i have created is a safe space. I personally don't get triggered by other people's experience but i get it. honestly, i want to make a safe, open space for people but i just don't know how to. but that's basically what happened to me this past week.

to everyone who are still with me today, i want to thank all of you so much and while i don't know how to thank each of you privately or directly, i just want you to know i love you so much. God the love i received these past couple of days has just been making my heart feel full and honestly it kinda feels like i'm gonna pee. but eh what do i know.

[sevicia]

I got really mad about this 👆 exchange and then went on a rant with 18393 tangents and it doesn't even make sense

I HATE when ppl do this like OK. Context: this is a video of a girl just like, doing her makeup, and the first comment goes like "she's my type" (not a direct translation but u get it etc) and the last comment in the screenshot goes "they're the ones that will traumatize you the most! from experience!" (also not direct translation sorry)

shut UUUUUP SHUT UP SHUT UP I hate people like this so bad esp. when it's about girls cause it feels like girls literally cannot fucking win like OK a girl likes Sanrio stuff! so cute forever! and then some fucking idiot goes "she's probably mentally ill or some shit" like who ISN'T mentally ill in this day and age ?! It's literally normal to seek comfort in cutesy stuff when you're in a bad place mentally because that's what it's FOR !!!

or when a girl like dresses in more revealing clothes like OK she likes to look sexy she enjoys feeling attractive yk good for her !!! and then the two most common reactions are like "she's obviously a slut" (common douchebag logic) OR "she's obviously trying to get attention from men / provoking them" (incel-y logic) AND THE WORST PART IS THAT BOTH TYPES OF GUYS WANNA FUCK HER!!!!!!! And they still judge her so bad come ONNNNN

LIKE no matter what a girl does, a lot of guys will always have something negative and dehumanizing to say about her and then they're like "WAHHH why do no girls want me, why do all my girlfriends leave me, why why why" BECAUSE YOU DON'T SEE THEM AS PEOPLE ‼️‼️

IDK something about fitting girls specifically into boxes feels so so wrong because it's Literally always been like this, like "this girl is ONLY this and nothing else about her matters", whereas with guys it obviously happens too like the "fitting into boxes" thing, but it's different because guys have never been denied jobs or opportunities or relationships or BASIC FUCKING RESPECT based on said boxes IN FACT people will OVERLOOK most flaws a guy can have with excuses like "just how guys are" "he's too young" "he can learn to be better" ET FUCKING CETERA and NEVER extend that same attitude towards women ⁉️⁉️⁉️ DIE

I feel like it sounds shallow (?) coming from a guy but it genuinely pisses me off SO BAD like hearing stories from my friends, the women in my family, girls online, all about men who have been violent or creepy or just shitty in general to them and them having to just fucking shrug it off and continue to deal with it every single day of their lives because even if everyone's like "ugh the feminists are taking over" truth is that it's still the same for many, MANY people all around the world but now that it's not socially acceptable to be a violent misogynist, the violent misogynists who want to maintain their image will just be less loud about it!!!

This might be kinda weird of me to say but I'm like, glad that I'm not a cis guy because I HAVE experienced life as a girl in a lot of ways so I kinda know how it feels (even though I haven't had many shitty experiences with men myself due to the way I live) and while that obviously doesn't mean I can't ever be misogynistic, it feels like I'm a lot more conscious about things that cis guys don't even think twice about and it's not even BIG things, it's stuff like listening to what girls say and by that I mean like, literally physically listening, because some of the grown ass men in my family will interrupt women AS THEY ARE SPEAKING, or just straight up LEAVE in the middle of a conversation !?!!! Like it's SO EASY to just not be a shitty person.... ?! It's basic decency and it's crazy how they ONLY do this to women and will gladly sit and listen to other men speak.

Sorry this post is a mile long I just get really fucking mad about this and AGAIN I feel like I sound like those guys that are like "I'm such a feminist you should totally date me because I respect women did I mention I'm a feminist" but truth is all I do is listen to the girls & women I know and become pissed off in their behalf like I don't even know what to DO about it except support them and try to show them how much I love them I love my friends and my sister and my mom so much!!!!! but I can't just blast all the shitty men in their lives from existence!!!!!! I forgor where I was going with this or if I was ever going anywhere at all in the first place T_T

[mslizsteele-stories]

Soju

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"You did pretty well during your shift," Jiyong commented by the time my shift ended.

It was already three in the morning, and everyone vacated the club since it was closing time. The staff cleared and rid the tables of any empty bottles of alcohol and plates, placing the stools on top. The DJ was putting away his equipment in their designated cases, in preparation for his departure from the club. Chaeyoung left a bit early saying that she - and I quote - "needed to catch some Zs and watch Netflix later in the day."

"It was nothing I couldn't handle." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Glad to hear it."

"So, did I pass the test?"

Jiyong smiled, extending his hand toward me. "Welcome aboard. I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise." I smiled, shaking his hand briefly.

"Make sure you go to the reception desk. Jisoo will give you your schedule and some documentation that you may need to fill in," he told me. "When do you wanna start?"

"Anytime is fine. I'm just glad I have a job."

"Alright. So, I guess I'll see you next week." He turned his heels and started leaving, but not before yelling. "Don't be late."

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"We get health benefits?!" I exclaimed surprised, staring at my contract.

Jisoo, the receptionist laughed. "Yes, everyone here has health benefits."

In all my years of bartending, getting benefits of any sort was rare. Most bar owners, club owners et cetera don't always feel obligated to provide such since it's the employee's responsibility. So, you can imagine the shock I got after finding out that not only did I get paid in addition to the tips I collected per shift, but I also had my health covered and health insurance is expensive as hell.

"Just how rich is this guy?" I thought out loud.

"He is a businessman. Not only does he own this establishment, but he also has his very own fashion label."

My eyebrows flew up. "Well flip me like a pancake. I won't be surprised if this guy owns a whole island because holy shit!"

Jisoo laughed again. "He is a generous man who treats everyone who works for him like family. You'll fit right in."

"Sure." I drawled out, checking the time on my phone. "Look, I gotta dip and head home. It's pretty late. See you next week."

"Okay." She smiled and waved at me as I made my way to the exit.

I went to the parking lot where my car was. As I searched for my car keys, I spotted the dancer from earlier hopping on her motorcycle. Gone was her stage outfit and lo and behold was her casual attire that consisted of a pair of tight jeans that hugged and shaped her small waist going down to her hips and slender legs with a pair of combat boots and a black leather jacket over her white tank top.

I watched her slip on her helmet before her eyes met mine. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I awkwardly waved at her not knowing what else to do in the situation. She smiled, sliding down the visor of her helmet and kick-started her motorcycle before driving off into the night.

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"Can you explain to me why you were fighting with the police over garden gnomes at your gig?" Chaerin asked, raising an eyebrow at Christian.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about?" he stuttered with a laugh.

She took out her phone and open the video in question where Christian was arguing with the police while holding the garden gnome possessively to his chest until he was eventually tased and handcuffed on her Instagram.

I watched nonchalantly chewing on my gimbap while Christian's face flushed with embarrassment. "Okay. In my defence, I thought that was a Leprechaun." He said.

"Really dude?" I lidded my eyes, unamused by his excuse to hide the fact that he was drunk.

"What? Leprechauns are cool!"

"They're not real."

"But they're still cool."

Chaerin sighed while I rolled my eyes.

We were at one of the restaurants we usually hung up to catch up after our hectic and busy schedules with Christian running his record and filming company, Chaerin freelancing as a DJ at various clubs and events while also touring with Christian and me freelancing as a bartender.

"Anyway, how did your interview go?" Chaerin turned to me.

"Better than I expected," I answered. "I start next week and judging from the high-paying salary among other things, I'll say your friend's joint sounds promising."

"Oh, it is. I worked for Jiyong for years before I started my own thing. You'll love it there." She said. "Plus, with your good reputation, his place will attract new patrons and that will look good for business."

"You should give us free drinks when we come by some time, yeah?" Christian said, making me roll my eyes.

"You've been saying that for years and I will give you the same answer; no, I will not be doing that," I told him.

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because one: that is unethical. And two: giving you free drinks means I have to pay for them and last I checked, you're old enough to pay for your own drinks, Christian."

"Chaerinnie! Olive Oil is being mean to me!"

"I'm not the one who's being a baby about it."

"And I'm not the one who's the namesake of one of the characters from Avatar: Legend of Korra."

"You're lucky I'm in too much of a good mood to even pimp slap the bitch outta you."

"Run them hands, boi. I will fold you like an omelette."

"Boys!" Chaerin reprimanded us with an unamused face. "Ton down on the testosterone, please. I am the middle child in this friend group - not the mum."

"Whatever." Christian rolled his eyes before waving at the waitress to come over to our table. "Can we have the bill, please?"

"Not a problem, sir. Will you be paying in cash or card?" she asked.

"Cash, please." Christian took out his wallet and opened it until he cussed under his breath. "I'm short on cash and I lost my bank card."

"Again?! This is the fifth time this month, Christian!" Chaerin scolded him.

"I thought I had more than enough cash to pay this time. And I was going to replace it first thing tomorrow!" he retaliated.

"How did you lose it this time?"

"...I got robbed while I was drunk."

"Unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable. How Mei puts up with your shenanigans is far beyond me."

"Hey! Keep my fiancée's name out your fucking mouth!"

"I'll pay," I told the waitress, giving her an apologetic smile while my friends were bickering.

"Okay. I'll be back with your bill." She smiled.

I nodded, returning the smile, which caused her cheeks to turn red before she turned her heels and went where she needed to go.

"Oh no. I know that look." Christian commented.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What look?"

"The look you give when you set eyes on the next female you want to penetrate."

Chaerin cringed in disgust while I rolled my eyes. "I just smiled at her, and she blushed. I can't help the fact that every small thing I do will cause an attractive and sexual reaction out of every woman who sets their sights on me." I retorted.

"Sure." He drawled out sarcastically.

"Read this, asshole." I flipped the bird at him as he and Chaerin stood up and gathered their things.

"We're gonna head home and call it a night," Chaerin said before pulling Christian's ear. "And you better pay him back when you replace your card, you hear me."

"Aish! Careful or you're going to rip my ear off, woman!" he cried on their way to the exit.

The waitress returned with the bill and slid it towards me. I noticed the 'My shift ends in five minutes' written in cursive blank ink right underneath the amount I was supposed to pay.

I met her eyes and arched an eyebrow. She simply smiled and winked at me in response.

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I nearly stumbled as I entered the small bedroom inside of her small apartment. She pushed me against her door, closing it in the process, as she smashed and devoured my lips with her own. I placed my hands on her hips pulling her closer to me.

We kissed and kissed, Tongues brushing and dancing against another. Our heads tilted and switched positions after every few seconds or so. Our breaths mixed with the sound of our lips smacking against each other. Clothes were removed and thrown carelessly across the room.

Wanting to re-establish my dominance, I switched our positions, pushing her against her door. She gasped softly at the action then smiled before pulling me into another kiss. My left hand slid into her lace panties and brushed against her already wet clit. She pulled away and gaped her mouth. I moved my digits around her clit, rubbing it in circles and staring into her lust-filled eyes. Her body shook and trembled under my touch. Her moans occupied the silence in her room.

"You're teasing me." She whined.

"Is that so?" I inserted two digits inside her.

She titled her head back, crying out in pleasure. "Yes!"

I slowly pumped my digits in and out of her until I picked up and quickened the pace.

I laid her down on her twin-sized bed, pulling down her lace panties. I lapped up, using my elbows to support myself. I kissed her tummy, then her inner thigh and gave her throbbing womanhood a light blow, making her shiver with anticipation. I could tell that she was waiting and silently begging me to give her what she wanted from the way she moved her hips. And waste no time I gave it to her.

She arched her back and dragged out every syllable in the word 'fuck. I reached up and cupped her breasts while she grinded her hips, wrapped her legs around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging it in the process. Her moans grew louder with every stroke my tongue made against her clit and folds.

"I'm gonna cum." She cried out.

"Not yet." I pulled away, flipping her on her stomach, lining my hard cock to her entrance. I kiss her spine and work my way up to her shoulder.

"Once I go in, I won't hold back," I whispered in her ear. "Do you want this?"

She nodded with anticipation. I rubbed my cock against her entrance before slowly slipping inside her. A high-pitched gasp escaped her lips while a grunt left mine. When I was sure she had adjusted to my size, I slowly moved, snapping my hips back and forth.

Her head pressed against her pillow. Her hands gripped her sheets. She bit her lips trying to stifle her moans but to no avail. She adjusted herself, propping herself up on her elbows, lying on all fours as she moved her hips to meet my thrusts with her own. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and cupped her breasts.

Everything else became a blur that night in her room along with her moans.

[itsronniebish]

"But I vant to point out your sucky pun, mwah ha ha," Ronnie said in a shitty Dracula accent, letting her fangs extend on the word "point." Forever was a really long time, period, one that she was constantly trying not to dwell on every single moment of every single day. She wrinkled up her nose slightly, more bemused than anything. "I mean, if you wanna attempt cooking with blood, I'm not gonna stop you. Regular food's fine, though. Not as filling, but, hey. I'm never gonna count calories again, you know?" She started laughing. "No, no, these are witch potions, Daph, not the faeries. Straight from the cauldron or, you know, whatever witches brew potions in. Coffee maker? Can you brew a potion in a coffee maker?" It brewed, right? So it'd make sense, at least to Ronnie. At Daphne's words, though, she lost some of her levity. "It almost doesn't feel worth it," she said softly. "To, you know, be angry or sad or upset. I don't remember turning. I don't remember... you know. I think if I did, I'd be more fucked up over it, but like that whole first week was a major blur." She was glad she didn't remember any of that. She didn't think she'd be able to stomach it.

"Yeah, yeah, they're so a thing, and apparently people see them!" Ronnie said, leaning forward with wide eyes. "And I totally was one. Okay, so, Bex said I wasn't a ghost, I just left my body, but what is that if not a ghost?" she asked, rushing her words. She looked at Daphne, wondering if she wanted to siphon, feeling almost guilty at the thought of it. "I... Okay, like, full disclosure? I also don't want to always know shit," she said, laughing as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I'm also not good at it. I'm a really shitty vampire. I can't figure out how to do the picking and choosing siphoning thing, and it's fun to do this shit where you, like fuck around with the shadows, but I'm terrible at that, too. But, yeah, yeah, I have to siphon to do the shadow magic; any magic, really. Otherwise it's just the other perks." Like breaking doors and running into trees and not sleeping. So fun. "Things are apparently like so much worse if you don't join your club thingy, in the long run. Just don't kill people," she said with a mock sternness. "I don't think they like it when you do that."

Ronnie looked at Daphne with sad eyes. "Is it a half life if it was with someone he loved? I don't... I don't really know the circumstances," she said quietly. "I don't know what you were going through. I don't know how it was with him. I just remember that he really fucking cared about you." It had made her jealous, almost. Daphne had gone through three marriages, sure, but the last one had seemed right. Jesus, if Daphne and Nate couldn't make it, then what fucking hope did Ronnie have? Not that she wanted to make it, right? Not that she had anyone to make it with.

"I can still tan," Ronnie laughed before sobering. "And I... yeah. Yeah, I live forever." She looked down at her drink again. How the tables had turned. Her family had all thought, not too long ago, that they'd outlived her. And now she was the one that would outlive all of them. How fucked up was that? "Hey," Ronnie said, pointing a finger at Daphne. "I thought I was, like, keeping you safe. I'd have kept up the song and dance forever if I thought it meant you wouldn't be stuck here with me and the supporting cast of a fucking Anne Rice novel." Still, she relaxed back in her seat, taking a sip of her coffee and nodding. "Do it for the perks. I got a fancy jacket and a nifty ring. Listen, if they let you chose-- I don't know how that shit works-- but if they let you choose, go for the flamethrower magic or, like, the electrocution shit. Just fucking start zapping people. But not me."

"That fucking sucks," Daphne blinked realizing the pun, "don't point it out, I realized it as soon as I said it." She commented her nose wrinkling, "Well I'm happy it taste good. Forever is a ridiculously long time to be surviving on sustenance that doesn't taste good. I mean- if I made you a cake with blood in it would that taste good? Like a buttercream frosting but it's just got some O positive in it?" She asked curiously, leaning on her elbows only to drop them and make a rather peterbed face, "That's basically viagra. The faeries aren't unique for that one. Does it last more than twelve hours?" She lamented, "I mean that can't be good for blood flow." Daphne's expression turned stern, her brows knitting together, "It's okay if it matters, Ronnie, you don't have to say it doesn't. I'd never be over it and it's okay if you're not either. This sorta thing there isn't a timeline on how long it matters. I just mean, don't quantify your experience in timelines of moving on. Be mad and angry, sad, disappointed- whatever. I'm not going to judge you for it or see you any differently," Daphne explained quietly, earnestly, every word heavy with intent and hope.

"I'm sorry fucking what?" She asked eyes wide as saucers, "You're telling me now ghosts are a thing too? Like for real ghosts. Are those ridiculous ghost hunting shows for real? Have I been a hater with no basis this whole time?" She whispered in disbelief, "Whatever it is I get you can siphon the magic whenever. You can take some now, give me a break-" she paused, "is that selfish to want a break from the magic? The auras and always knowing mostly...sometimes, I don't want to know anything. Just cover my ears and never learn a new thing again," Daphne complained petulatantly, it may have seemed ungrateful but sometimes the gift of knowing felt more like a burden when there was plenty worth forgetting. She wiggled her fingers, "Do you need to siphon a witch to do any of this shadow magic?" She held her hand out, "Might be cool," she nodded, along listening and laughing a short sharp sound at the mention of their mother and bitch craft. "I don't get that. Supreme, the witch politics but- when in Rome, right?"

"I don't think he ever would have Ron. He would have resigned himself to this half life I could give him. I could see how miserable he was and that man has never put himself first a day in his life," Daphne looked down shamefully to her hands, "It was the right things to do," even as the words left her lips Daphne wasn't entirely sure she believed them. Not now, maybe not ever. Maybe it was just better than being left. She had never been left, always the one running out the door before giving anyone the chance to realize what she knew since she was a girl. She was too much or not enough. There had never been that happy middle where people could get comfortable, complacent. Too much and she refused to be less. Too little and there was no way she could ever be more. Living up to imagined expectations was exhausting and she had never had time for it. Never needed to with Nate, and then her sister died. Then life as she knew it became a stranger and the man who she loved more than anything else in the world was someone who she had drug down with her grief that spurned obsession. Obsession into turmoil and Daphne knew the next step after that was regret.

"What a bitch," Daphne parroted with an teasing smile. "Thank fuck you can still tan. And you live forever?" Daphne asked half curious, half fearful of the term of forever, it seemed weighty, daunting, impossible. Daphne sunk down into the booth and looked petulantly at her sister, "I can't fucking believe you were going to toss me over the border and run away. I'd have just come back and we'd do this same song and dance until I died. Then you'd feel bad," Daphne replied in the sort of exaggerated dramatics only siblings could pull off and smiled warmly at her sister, "Flame thrower magic would be cool. I'll join for the perks I'm sure. The politics I don't get, but I love a good perk."

[hintofelation99]

Banned Item No. 23 Toothpaste.

Steph, Tim, and Jason sneak into Duke's room after patrol.

Duke, jumping out of bed half asleep but ready to fight: What the-

Steph: Shut up, it's important meeting time.

Duke: What are you-

Steph: Shhhhh!

Tim: Steph, what's going on, why'd you call us all here?

Steph: Well Timothy, I am so glad you asked. Remember the other night on the roof?

Jason: Yeah?

Steph: Remember the toothpaste?

Duke: Yeah?

Steph with a smirk: Timothy, would you like to explain what happened afterwards?

Tim, looking confused: Uhhh, I actually don't know what happened afterwards or during...

Steph, looking at Tim confused: What do you mean you don't know?!

Tim: I was very high and on day four of no sleep and cup ten of coffee. I have no clue what happened.

Steph, staring at Tim confused: You don't remember?

Tim: Uh... no?

Steph: Tim you bought a toothpaste company.

Tim: What?! No? I would notice that's a lot of paper work and legalities?!

Tim pulls out his phone and starts going through his email to figure out what he bought.

Tim: Oh. My. God.

Jason: What?

Tim: I bought the companies entire stock...

Duke, laughing: No way!

Tim: And I have a meeting on Monday to discuss buying the company...

Steph falls over laughing and gasping for air.

Tim: What am I going to do with 200,000 tubes of toothpaste?!?!

Jason and Steph smile wickedly.

Jason: Alfred's out of town.

Tim: Then who's-

Jason: We are Timmy, we are cooking dinner.

Steph: Sixteen hours until dinner. Let's see how much we can use by then.

-> December 8th 2:40 am <-

The after replacing every tube of toothpaste in the house with Batman toothpaste they head down to the kitchen.

Jason and Duke start drinking all the milk as Steph and Tim eat all the candy canes off the christmas tree. At the same time they're all taking the oreo cream out of all the oreos and boiling four giant pots of water.

Steph: The waters boiling!

Tim starts empting tubes into the boiling water as Duke stirs. Jason pulls out parchment paper and starts squeezing toothpaste on it in the shape of candy canes.

Duke: That's enough toothpaste Tim, we don't want it thicker than whole milk.

They let the tooth paste water mix, that now looks like milk, cool and Duke washes out the milk jugs. Tim is putting toothpaste between the oreos. And Jason puts the toothpaste covered parchment paper in the freezer.

Steph: Hey if we any left over milkpaste pass it to me, I wanna make a marinade for tonight's chicken.

Duke fills the empty milk cartons with the mixture now dubbed 'milkpaste' and passes the leftovers to Steph.

Jason starts pulling random containers out of the fridge and moving whatever's in them to different containers. Then he fills the newly emptied containers with toothpaste. Butter, mayo, mustard, yogurt, etc are all replaced with toothpaste.

This chaos goes on for hours. No one else in the family wakes up or notices anything. At one point they call Cass, who's in Hong Kong, and she gives them even more horrible ideas.

-> December 8th 9am <-

Jason and Tim redecorate the christmas tree with candy canes made from toothpaste.

-> December 8th 11am <-

Bruce, from his bathroom: WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TOOTHPASTE?!

Dick, from his room: OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!

Damian, from the hallway: I WILL KILL WHOEVER WENT INTO MY BATHROOM!!

-> December 8th 12pm <-

Jason, smirking: Hey, B.

Bruce: Yes Jason.

Jason: Well, Tim, Steph, Duke, and I have all been working on dinner all day.

Bruce: You have, and I thank you all for that. I'm very excited for dinner.

Jason: Me too, but the thing is we have a lot of extra food. So I was thinking we could invite the extended family and maybe some of the JL.

Bruce: Jason I don't know, it's so last minute and-

Dick: Just sent out a group text, they're all coming!

Jason, trying not to look suspicious: Thanks Dick! -> December 8th 6pm <-

The entire Batfamily, their partners, their closest friends, and the main members of the Justice League sit down for dinner.

Clark: Mmm, smells... minty?

Steph bites her hand to stop herself from laughing.

Wally: Tastes... fine, a bit... refreshing?

Jon, choking on his milk: Um, I think this milk is... expired?

Tim is biting his lip so hard trying not to laugh that it almost starts bleeding.

Roy: It's, uh, interesting? What spices did you say you used?

Kon is hiding his face behind a napkin trying not to gag. Hal left the room five minutes ago, his pockets suspiciously full.

Bart, already on his third helping: I like it! The toothpaste was a great idea!

Duke laughs so hard he falls out of his chair. He tries to cover it up by pretending he dropped something.

Bruce, who hadn't said anything and was trying not to criticize his kids cooking starts to choke: THE WHAT?!

Hal walks back in, face bright red. At the same time Tim slips from the room without anyone noticing.

Bruce: What happened.

Hal: Nothing! Unless you count me clogging your toilet by trying to flush an entire meal down it and then flushing repeatedly until the bathroom floods as something.

Bruce runs to try and unclog the toilet. Jason's face is basically glowing red from how hard he's trying not to laugh.

Kori, looking into the living room at their christmas tree: I believe your festive plant is... melting?

Everyone looks to the christmas tree to see the now thawed toothpaste canes dripping globs of minty freshness all over the tree and floor around it.

Oliver: Is that... toothpaste?

Duke can't control himself anymore, he starts laughing loudly as Tim walks back into the room.

Damian narrows his eyes at Tim: Where did you go?

Tim just smirks: You'll see later.

-> The next few weeks <-

Over the next few weeks toothpaste is found everywhere, from hair gel to pillow cases to shampoo, it's even found in a light fixture. This all results in a very stern lecture from Alfred and in toothpaste being banned from family dinners.

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also thanks @timdrakeisaclownbaby for showing me boiled toothpaste.

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[theunrealinsomniac]

Could you give me some Narusaku family headcanons?

Oof lol. See I have a lot of stories planned for Naruto, Sakura and their family lol. Cos I mean, I'm assuming you mean them and their kids?

Okay, let's see what I can not spoil lol.

NaruSaku Family Headcanon #1: Christmas is a big thing in the Uzumaki-Haruno household.

They go all out, even before the kids are born, before they're even married. Hell, before they're even dating!

Naruto spends every single Christmas with Sakura. In canon? He is invited over to the Haruno house when he's in his teens and Sakura's parents have warmed to him. He makes himself their favourite of Sakura's friends and possible boyfriends by the end of the first time he spends Christmas with them.

He is a charming young man and after spending a day with him? Anyone would find his child-like wonder at every tradition Sakura's family have endearing.

And deeply heart-breaking when her parents discover Naruto's never really celebrated Christmas properly before. He is immediately invited around for New Years and the following festive period.

But in my usual fare of Modern!aus, oh you don't even wanna know how ham Naruto's very large extended family go for Christmas. It spans *days*. Sakura and her family are invited to every day.

When Naruto and Sakura get married and have children, it only gets bigger and crazier.

It is their favourite time of year.

NaruSaku Family Headcanon #2: Naruto and Sakura are fun parents. They're not afraid to be strict and be Mum and Dad, when they need to be, but their default setting is Fun.

This has led to endless trips to theme parks, the cinema, laser tag and bowling. Video games and even, when Ichika mentioned an interest in it? Camping.

All six of them loaded into Naruto's old battered Jeep, which was somehow still running, and went out to the nearest campsite they could find.

They had a whale of a time. They had massive tent, with one section for the boys, one for the girls and one for Naruto and Sakura, and then a big communal area for their gear and clothes.

If Sachi had been a little older they'd have listened to the whining about wanting their own tent but given all four of the Uzumaki children were under twelve at this point, it wasn't happening.

They soon stopped complaining on the first night when, being the city kids they were, all four got spooked by a noise in the nearby woods and refused to sleep anywhere other than where their parents were for the rest of the night.

Naruto just laughed as they barrelled screaming for their Mum and Dad, and he wrapped all four of them up in a group bear hug, making his children and wife laugh along with him when he pulled Sakura in too.

They had a few more camping trips as a family, but all four of the children would later admit that their favourite was the first.

NaruSaku Family Headcanon #3: Sakura loves being a mum. She has her insecurities about it, as all parents do, but she loves being the mother to her children.

And her favourite sound is the sound of her children giggling in the other room.

But the sound she's learned to fear most ... is silence. When you have one child silence is worrying.

When you have four?

It's terrifying.

And when your four children share your husband's DNA and enough of his personality and complete lack of awareness of consequences for foolishness ... silence in your house fills you with dread like no horror film could ever match.

She has told stories to her parents, in-laws and friends about what she's found her kids doing that make *them* go grey.

And most of them very glad they stopped at two or three.

Kiba and Hinata however, can match Sakura and Naruto story for story and are always the most sympathetic and ready to be back up emergency parents to the Uzumaki brood.

But still, she wouldn't change a freckle on their faces for all the peace in the world.

And neither would Naruto.

Thanks for asking!

I tried to mix in some other family members this time when I realised you might not have just meant Ship and their kids lol.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

[chaoticrebels]

❝Oh, they are great and all but sometimes I just wanna roll my eyes at them. And ahh, yeah. My uncle can be a lot, quite infuriating at times but he means well.❞ Don't get him wrong, he loved his uncle and was grateful for everything he has done for him or well tried to. But still, even he knew how frustrating the God of Thunder could be. Though if it wasn't for Thor joining the Guardians of the Galaxy for a bit then Storm and Peter probably wouldn't have met or at least be this close. Plus it had lead to his mother obviously trusting the Guardians to keep him safe, even if he could keep himself safe. So again, guess it all worked out in the end. ❝You'll have to forgive me if I get this wrong but you are meaning to tell me that they went through a lot of trouble to kidnap a guy whose last name is Bacon? Is Kevin famous or someone important cause to give you a human being for Christmas is a bit crazy, sweet if he means so much to you but crazy.❞ So maybe the rebel wasn't so up to date on whose who on Earth but did it matter? He did not know but at least he knew what was frowned upon, as well as some other things so at least there's that. ❝Guess you can say at least they care about making you happy, you are lucky Quill. To have people who would go out of their way for you, even if they go about it in the wrong way at times.❞ To be fair, the prince or former prince, was one of those beings that would go out of their way to make Starlord happy. ❝And I'm glad it worked out for everyone involved, hell it'll be an interesting story to tell one day so there's that.❞ He added. ❝Hm, well I could be wrong but I think a little chaos is healthy, it keeps us on our toes and makes life less boring. Plus life would be too easy and how's anyone to learn anything if life was easy?❞ He voiced with a shrug.

A slight head tilt as he quirked an eyebrow, hadn't yet met the male so he appreciated the heads up. Straightening up his posture, a small smile forming as he nodded his head. ❝I can imagine that he just might but you know, it would be great to spend some time with him. And well thank you for the heads up, I'll keep an eye out for him.❞ Then his lips curved upwards wider, fondness flickering in his eyes. ❝You aren't wrong, I'm not usually a joiner. But I'm trying to experience new things and the Guardians seem to be a bit more my type than the Avengers, plus I don't want to get my uncle's hopes up. I put him through enough already. Besides I still don't know if I'll actually join or not so.. And well at least I know I'll have a warm welcoming then.❞ He voiced, maybe he'll extend his little family. ❝Well thank the lucky stars life seemed to be in your favor, you deserve it after everything it's put you through.❞

His smirk only grew in response. Now if being bold worked out in his favor, well that was still up for debate but at least the rebel could say he tried. ❝Sounds like a plan.❞ Storm mused before hearing what Quill said next, which caused his facial features to light up. ❝Well now that your old bedroom is an option for sure, I want to save that for last. But how about this, we see what's new around Knowhere first then decide where to next after that?❞

"They're not all bad though sometimes the jury is out on Thor." He said. Thor could drive him crazy, but he was still a decent guy. "You're welcome." As long as he was happy here it would be fine, and he'd be safe which he assumes is why Carol dropped him off here. He might stick around to see how she's doing. "Kevin Bacon...as a Christmas present for me." It was touching in a way but certainly traumatizing. "They were trying which is on brand for them, but yes it was a thing and did work out in the end." Though Kevin certainly talked about it he'd seen a couple articles about it. "Chaos is certainly one way to describe it, yes it is." Which he was fine with. They couldn't stay the same all of the time not when he was self-destructing slightly. So the Guardians needed to grow, and he needed to grow as well.

"Sure Rocket would appreciate it, but keep an eye out for Adam. He acts a little like a child, but he means well." Peter said. He didn't spend a lot of time with him, but it was enough to know him. "You don't usually strike me a as a joiner, but if you want I'm sure Rocket wouldn't mind." Rocket liked Storm as well. And it wasn't like they judged him for who his dad was because wasn't like they had been upstanding citizens. "I think it was lucky, but yeah it's nice to have them around." He said.

A chuckle from him. "Yeah that is what they say." Peter said. "Last it is." He said. "So see what is new around Knowhere or what was my space?" If he was going to take hi around it was going to be his choice.

[casasupernovas]

ALSO i'm glad more people are waking up to how incredibly darksided the tenth doctor is. like what he did to the family of blood. even russell thought it was too dark. look at what he did to father of mine - "he wrapped my father in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star." the very image of the doctor doing that to someone, and heavy chains too, we see father of mine collapse with the weight of it. the sheer determination and force to do that.

or what happens to baines. none of the family of the victims of the family of blood are getting any closure with their bodies being returned. and baines is up there just rotting under the scarecrow get up. first of all, baines doesn't even react, just has that stuck expression on his face so what the doctor did to him to render him like that...don't really wanna know. moreover, the doctor wandering off and finding a scarecrow costume to take and having to put the scarecrow costume on him. also what i have seen of the movie 'event horizon' has scarred me so the idea of him tricking mother of mine into one makes me shudder. and to top it off? the tenth doctor is easily the most image conscious doctor so the very idea that he trapped sister of mine into mirrors????

i just wanna know what martha thought of all this because i know she knows, even in extended media she tells the story.

[beatlemoon]

Roger Taylor x Fem. Reader

(No one asked for this but i have an idea so i write it.)

(Summary : The reader (you) and roger had a son together... And... just read the entire story :D )

Pairing : Roger Taylor x Reader

Warning : Cheating, Cursing (i guess)

7 Years Earlier

"You found someone more exciting, the next second, you were gone!" I choked. "Y/n please, let me explain... Love?" Roger pleaded try'na hold my hand but i push him away.

"You fucked other chick! That's enough explaination." I sobbed. "And maybe I'm just not as interesting, as the girls you had before!" I added.

"I'm sorry, y/n!" He kneeled. "Don't tell me you're sorry, feel sorry for yourself, 'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else. And you'll be the one who's crying" I exclaimed.

7 Years Later

It's been 7 years since i gave birth with my only son, Blaise And it's also 7 years ago after i broke up with the only man i loved the most, Roger.

Yes, i didn't get the chance to tell him that we had a child together. It's not that i'm scared to lose my child or share him with his father. In fact i can't be anymore happier when my son met his dad. it's just so hard for me to see him again. There's still pain.

I'm scared that i will get emotional when i see him again. I know that i'd be lying if i tell you that i don't love him anymore, because i do. I still really do.

As Blaise growing up, he start asking more about his father. I'm just making up excuses, like he's somewhere else, he'll be back soon. (Maybe) He even heard Queen's songs. He liked it. So did i. He even saw Roger from the tv.

He told me that... "Mom, look at that man! People in our school said i look like him. Do you think i look just like him?" He cheerfully asked. I smiled and nod. "Yes Blaisey, you do." Yes son. Of course. He is your father.

"Hey mom, are you crying?" Blaise pat my shoulder softly in comforting manner. "Did i say something bad mom? I'm sorry mom." He apologize with a frown visible in his face. "No Blaisey, don't worry." I smiled. In fact, i'm happy and i do really want him to meet his father, but what if didn't liked him. I don't wanna hurt my child. Our child.

Even though he doesn't have a father, i'm glad that i raised him well.

"Are you sure, mom?" He cupped my face with his tiny hands. "Yes, Blaisey. Mom is fine. You know what, since it's a sunny day, let's grab some ice cream! You want that?" I suggest. His eyes widened and jumped around excitedly.

"Yes mom! I love that! Mom i want chocolate and caramel!" He mentioned. "Of course, you can have that." I chuckled as i picked up the keys. "Let's get going then!" I stated and i extended my hand for him to hold.

As we head inside the car and drove to the nearest ice cream parlor. It's just a 10-12 minutes drive away. As we arrived there, i parked the car on a safe parking lot and i carried Blaise as we head inside the shop.

We ordered the same flavor of ice cream. Chocolate-Caramel Ice Cream. We sat there while eating our ice cream and there's some people entered the shop, i didn't bother to look until i heard familiar voices.

"Hey mom! That was the drummer from the band!" Blaise pointed at obviously. Roger.

So i decided to look who's behind us. My eyes landed right at the man i fall inlove with 7 years ago.

As Roger noticed us. So did the others.

And they walked towards our direction. "Oh, hi y/n darling. It's been a while." Freddie greeted me and pulled me for a hug which i gladly accepted. "We missed you, y/n." Brian hugged me too and so did Deacy. Roger and i have a past, so it's uh awkward. So we just shake hands, to be formal. "It's been a while." Roger smiled awkwardly. "Yeah it is."

"Who's this handsome young lad?" Deacy smiled dearingly whilst looking at grubby Blaise, i picked up a tissue and wiped this nose, cheeks and lips with ice cream stains.

"Be careful, Blaisey. You don't want mom to get mad if you got stains in your shirt right?" I asked and he just nod and continue eating, but more careful this time.

I looked at Roger, he can't help staring at Blaise. Whenever he look at me it seems like he wanted to know something. I guess i know what it is.

"Uh to answer your question, he is my son." I smiled. "What how?" Brian asked who seems surprised.

"Of course me plus a man, Bri." I giggled so did the others. "Yeah i mean i know that, but with who?" He looked at me and Roger.

"I won't be surprised if you tell me that, he is Roger's. He got Rog complexions you know, darling." Freddie shrugged. "Uh, yeah fred. He is." I smiled. Look at Freddie and back at Roger. "He is the father." I added.

Roger smiled happily. His smile is different. That smile is happier that i've ever saw before. "Mom? Did father came back?" Blaise asked innocently. I think he remembered what i always told him. Before i could i answer.

"Yeah, Blaise!" Roger smiled and sat next to our son. "I'm back!" Roger cheered.

"Oh! You are my father?! You know, sir i often see you on the tv and mom said you're the most handsome bloke!" Blaise admitted. Shit. Now i'm red as tomato caused by embarrassment and Roger being around.

Blaise sudden confession caused the four lads crackle. Roger smirked and winked at me.

"I mean, could you blame me?" i shrugged. "Your mom is the prettiest too, Blaisey..." Roger said to Blaise but it feels like it's for me more, cause he's staring at me.

"Let's go lads! Let's leave the family to have their little reunion here... We gotta go, y/n. See you soon, darling." Freddie winked at me and waved goodbye at Blaise. He waved back. "Good-Bye Y/n! Lil Blaise!" Deacy and Bri said in unison as they followed Freddie.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n?" Roger asked. "Cause i don't think you'll be happy, i mean look at you! You're a successful rockstar. I don't wanna ruin that, and first of all we broke up." I explained.

"Who said you and Blaise will ruin it? I'm the one who's jerk who ruined you and him because i cheated. trust me y/n i do really regret that. I do regret doing that dumb thing. I swear i do look for you, but your neighbor said you moved away. I'm not happy when i lose you. I'm miserable. Whenever someone try'na kiss me, i just get deja vu. I feel like i'm cheating on you when i tried to be with someone else. I'm nothing without you love." Confessed.

Whilst reaching for my hand for him to hold.

"Blaise changed my life. In a good way. Still thank you to you." I respond.

"Y/n, can we start again?" He asked. "Promise me one thing." I mumbled. "What is it, Y/n?" Roger asked. "Don't mess this up." I answered.

"I won't. I promise, y/n. I love you!" He promised. "Let's head home?" He added.

I nod.