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codecicle · 10 months ago

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Juanaflippa is my whole world I'm literally begging here man. Listen to my propaganda under the cut, boy.

Juanaflippa is a canonically transgender egg, she was found by Charlie Slimecicle and Osvaldo ElMariana and raised between them. She came out by fixing the gendered pronoun in her name, correcting her parents and changing from Juanflipo to Juanaflippa. She is recognized as transgender by the admins that play her + her parents and siblings.

She has literally never won anything in her whole life and is the epitome of cringefail and transgirl swagger. She's allergic to 12 billion different things and is a vegan AND is legally blind without her glasses, having the same prescription as charlie (a negative SIX. ((6))). She built a house with Mariana and killed his pet when she wasn't getting enough attention in her opinion, her best friend was Quackity's nonbinary child Tilin and she spent so much time hanging out with them. I fucking love her bro

She died multiple times, all of which were unfair or accidents. She died from neglect the first time (before they warned the parents that could happen), then a misclick by Mariana the second. That misclick ended up launching a court case between Mariana and Slime, and they convinced God through the court system to let her come back with one extra life, which she then lost to a sword glitch that wasn't found until months after. She's done nothing but suffer her whole life headinhands

After ALL THAT she was "revived" one final time (technically once again for 15 minutes to say goodbye, but then she was gone for good), with codeflippa, or ju@n@fl1pp@, being found in charlie's mine with a house built for her. It was his birthday stream and she was his final present to him, his perfectly normal daughter in a perfectly normal cave that gave him a perfectly normal rash.

She died and came back WRONG and he's the only one that supports her, everyone else sees her as dangerous or some medical experiment and if that isn't the most transcoded thing you ever heard I dunno what is. She spent months with her dad, until charlie got corrupted with code himself and it started spreading up both his arms and the little slimecicle on his head. He glitches and his body twitches and shudders and his voice fails sometimes and becomes just binary,, it's the sickest shit I've ever seen man.

Then the day of the dead event happened, where the eggs were able to come back and see their parents just for the day and say hello. This means the real Juanaflippa was back, but Charlie thought it was the same "daughter" he had known for the past couple of months, so he just treated her the same. She didn't know why her dad was being corrupted into code or was talking about just seeing her yesterday while going trick-or-treating, this was the first time the real Flippa was seeing him in months. She convinced him to get help, to let Baghera look at his code and take care of him, and because he would do ANYTHING for his daughter if she so much as asked: he agreed.

Then codeflippa met Mariana for the first time, and Mariana was certain she was possessed by some kind of demon. But he still trusted her, and followed her daughter to a portal in the nether, where he was trapped and fell through the supernatural superhell void portal and was thrown into the first purgatory event.

Then, the last time anyone saw her was when Charlie was selected for purgatory and had to go, leaving her a note in a chest that told her he would be back in 2 weeks. That was 2 months ago.

She went through hell and back, and was showing nothing but absolute transgender swagger the entire time. This egg has fucked with my head for over a year now, I didn't nearly fail multiple classes because I was too busy hyperfixating and rewatching vods for her to lose this competition man. She deserves this and I'm so serious.

She's trans she died and came back Wrong she's a little bitch she's autistic coded her and her dad's combined swagger ended up giving qmariana he/she pronouns canonically by complete and total accident she can't see for anything she's spreading code all over the entire island she stims she typ3s l1k3 th1s b3c@us3 sh3s @ctu@lly @ c0d3 m0nst3r 1n d1sgu1s3 she can't win anything ever her parents had sex to clocks by Coldplay and her admin posted a photo of when she watched while invisible and said it was her favorite memory of her parents she misses all of her siblings and can't wait to see them again she sleeps in the damp dark corner of Charlie's basement for funsies and he canonically sleeps while holding her and that's how the code transferred up his arms she has cracks in her shell and she misses her mom and dad so much normal juanaflippa's last words to her dad was i hate you and he forced himself into exile because a glitch accidentally killed her best friend this is the last qsmp member still in this competition I'm actually on my knees screaming and crying rn

I will do absolutely fucking ANYTHING to get this egg to win. And I goddamn mean that, name your price for your vote and it will be done. Want drawing requests? Send some proof and it's done! I've done those in the past, here's some examples:

Want me to vote for YOUR favorite in a different competition!! Done and done. Want a fanfic about your favorites? I absolutely suck at writing but brother it will be done

here's an example of my own writing!! and yes of fucking course it's about them!!! send help they won't leave my head!!!!!!!!

do you want me to kill someone for you? sure probably why not!! nothings off limits, as long as you send me a photo of your vote in mi hueva's favor then brother. It Will Be DONE. i could not put into words how much this kid means to me and how happy i would be if she won. im literally going on 24/7 lockdown until I see her pull ahead in votes.

tldr: guys please. i come to you not as the leader of juanasweepa nation, but another humble member asking you to join our ranks. send help and let us beat eret, this is actually our toughest fight yet. im begging you to get mi hueva her win

The_Eret:

Submitted for: Dream SMP, SMP Earth

Headcanons: Genderqueer, any pronouns except it

Propaganda: Uses any pronouns except it irl

JuanaFlippa:

Submitted for: QSMP

Headcanons: Trans girl, she/her

Propaganda: Confirmed to be a trans girl

#saving for later #<- so i can come back here. im fucking begging #im so serious about the requests too. btw.#i have one or two requests to finish filling once i get home then ill get to any new ones if i get them. letsgo #more propaganda will be coming soon i was serious #we are on LOCKDOWN #no image id

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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TITLE : hospital stay

PAIRING : bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS : you’re in the hospital on your boyfriend’s birthday, and bakugou seems to have no issue with spending it in there.

WARNING(S) : MHA MANGA SPOILERS ‼️ (recent arc)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, a quirk similar to the avatar but that’s about it.

note(s) : so, it’s bakugou’s birthday. and i had this idea since march 20 😦 so i’ve been waiting for his birthday to come for literally a month but i didn’t want to post this way too early. alsooo i don’t know if this arc happened near spring but lets pretend it did for the sake of the story

When you woke up, the fluorescent lights were the first to hit your face

Following by the incoming beeping of a monitor, and the sudden throbbing of your head, the dryness of your throat evident.

Blinking slowly (or trying to, your other eye being a bit delayed.) you try recalling what just happened. You’re in a hospital, that’s one thing you know, but the specifics are still unknown to you.

Right. You remember now, you were fighting along side your classmates, and you managed to get blasted away when you thought that shielding Bakugou Katsuki would work. Yeah, you were sure that you were going to get an earful from him, if he—

You jolt when you notice said blond standing right next to your bed, vermillion eyes staring deep into your own, and somewhat— you could feel the weight and intensity in the stare

“S-since when did you get here?” You’re startled, and your voice is hoarse. Bakugou doesn’t formulate a response, and chooses to avoid the question as a whole.

“Finally you’re up.” He rolls his eyes. He looks much better than you remembered, despite having a few bandages on his forehead— he looked well. “It’s been 5 fucking days.”

“Five days?” You question out loud, your sense of time all disorganized. You clench your hand, just to see if your quirk was still working. Seeing air, fire, water, and just.. something, would relieve your worries— but a look from the blond shot you down quickly. You decided that it was wise if you didn’t try.

The blond seems to be done with the conversation, since he immediately walks out of the room. Actually, why was he here? You’d expect him to be laying down in bed, but despite being hit with that beam, he was walking around like everything was fine.

He comes back with a few other nurses, and they’re relieved to see that you’re awake— and even though they’ve bombarded you with questions with how you felt, you couldn’t brush off the feeling of a pair of ruby eyes on you.

Just, glaring. It’s nothing abnormal.

When the nurses finally leave you alone, giving you details of a few injuries— like your injured— well, burned eyelid that honestly stung (it came from the fire aspect of your quirk) you would’ve expected to be alone in your hospital room for the rest of your time there but Bakugou stayed.

“You’re going to tell me why you jumped in front of me?”

You were expecting to be questioned by him, after all— what you did didn’t exactly shield him, since he was also pierced. You didn’t expect the interrogation to be happening this soon

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to fucking know.” And he suddenly changes his mind, just like that.

You would’ve said impulse as an answer, but you doubt that he would’ve taken that seriously. And besides, you were kind of glad he changed midway that he didn’t want your answer. Your voice feels parched, despite chugging down a glass of water earlier.

“Did you check up on Deku?” You cringe when you hear cracks in your voice, and the dryness is unbearable to your throat, but he nods. “Idiot’s knocked out cold.”

He doesn’t mention the fact that you were one of the last few people that were still rendered unconscious.

“Your throat sounds like the sahara desert. Do me a favor and drink up.”

You blink owlishly at the glass of water that was set on the mini table, and when you drink up— it actually does something to relieve (temporarily) the dryness.

It was a consequence of your quirk after all, using your quirk too much would cause your body to feel sore, and everywhere to feel dry, and he knew that.

Bakugou was acting uncharacteristically, and you just don’t know why. Maybe it’s not so uncharacteristic of him, since he’s been less of an asshole as of recently, but you know that he would probably deviate from the question if you asked, so the both of you sat in silence.

—

It’s the next day, the same as yesterday— except it looked like dawn when you woke up. Bakugou also appeared at the side of your bed once again, almost as if he was there for quite some time.

“Nice to see you too,” You think to yourself, and you’re glad you didn’t actually say that out loud. You try to stand up straight, but Bakugou’s quick to push your back against the pillows.

“Don’t sit up, that’s idiotic.”

“Right, sorry. How did you get here? Isn’t it too early?” The parched throat came back. Though the ‘magical’ baku-water helped, it’s effects were only temporarily, sadly.

“You call 7am early?” Right, because for him— 7am isn’t that early, you even remember seeing him up at 6 sometimes.

“Actually, wait.” You blink, trying to recall what day it was, and what month it was. You recalled it being spring but.. was it March? or was it April already?

“What.. day is it today?”

It was almost like he was hesitant to say, “..April 20.”

“What the— April 20?” You’re appalled, because the last time you remembered, it wasn’t anywhere near April 20, but maybe it’s your 5 day unconsciousness to be blamed. “Isn’t it your birthday?”

“Shut up,” He mumbles, and he shifts around the room in search of something, but it’s too dim to be able to tell.

“Medicine. The nurses said you should take it now.”

You don’t reply.

“It’s for your Sahara desert throat. The other things are for your fucked up eye and injuries.”

That seems to be enough to convince you to take the medicine, and despite wanting to run away screaming from the bitterness, you take the medicine— not wanting to be met with any consequences

“Why are you spending your birthday here?”

“Do idiots like you ask that many questions?” He shoots back, and you’re unfazed by the fact that he just called you an idiot. You wouldn’t blame him.

“No but.. you seem fine.”

“A few days ago I was not, but now I am because I took medicine.” He walks over to untwist a few medicine caps, it appears to be for your eye.

“So, Does my eye look fine?” You bat your eyelashes just to mess with him, and he flicks your forehead with an ointment cap “No.”

“Sorry, sorry,” You laugh, choosing to completely ignore the sudden sharp pain when you laugh.

He bends down to reach eyelevel, “Can you see?”

“Sorta.” Your eye has this thin blur filter to it, that can’t be good— can it? Going blind in one eye, and having to wear an eye patch.

It was almost on cue, because Bakugou says “You’ll be rocking the pirate look if you don’t take your medicine,” Instead of handing the medicine for you to apply, he quickly applies a decent amount around your eyes— not giving you a warning whatsoever.

You wince slightly, but you’re glad it’s over. But why is he playing nurse with you? And why was he brushing off the fact that it’s literally his birthday.

—

Through out the entire day, Bakugou continued to act as if he had some responsibility over you. From helping you put on your medicine, to just monitoring you with eyes of a hawk. The fact that he chose to ignore all your protests was just a part of him.

His behavior was also very.. interesting. It would swing from being his usual self, to being this eerily quiet and calm Bakugou. You would’ve guessed that you were having a fever dream, if it weren’t for the fact that he wore his usual scowl on his face.

What remained consistent, despite it all— was that he stayed. He ate lunch in your room. He only left when the doctors and nurses asked him too, but that was only temporary. He stayed with you the entire day, even when the clock stroke 5pm.

But it’s quite literally his birthday? Why would he spend it in a hospital room with some extra? Or idiot? Let alone, why would he take care of said idiot/extra on his birthday? You don’t know because he refuses to tell you on why he spent it here.

“Did you at least get some cake or something?” You ask for the umpteenth time, Bakugou’s paced back and forth for some medicine bottles and bottles of water, and you could tell that he was scowling, despite the fact that he was facing the other direction, “Why the hell would I want cake? You’ve been asking weird shit all day.”

“Because it’s your birthday? Seriously— have you been brainwashed into thinking that it’s not your birthday?”

“What— fuck no. I haven’t been brainwashed.” He turns over to you, “I know today is my birthday.”

“Okay, so you know. Why aren’t you celebrating then? Did people forget? Or am I finally going insane?”

Bakugou chooses to stay silent. He stands up, and walks over to you— everytime he moves closer, you could feel your heart pound, luckily not at a dangerous rate.

“Birthday, birthday, birthday” He grumbles, quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. “That’s all you’ve been talking about. As if like you weren’t the one in the hospital bed as we speak.”

“Okay, is it wrong to remember your birthday?”

“Shut up, I didn’t say that.” He gets closer once again, almost to the point that your faces weren’t that far away.

“You’ve just been so concerned about my damn birthday, that you haven’t even taken a good look at yourself,” He gestures at you, by looking you up and down

You finally take observation of all of the gauzes, the IV tubes, and bandages, his words forcing you to look at what was reality.

“I don’t know why you did what you did, jumping in front of me like some kind of heroic bastard, it’s dumb. For all I know, I should be screaming at you, and wishing you the worst for that.” He clenches his fist when he recalls, the scene replaying in his head

“But what I am saying is that, you can give me a gift if you’re so fucking concerned about my birthday. It’s the least you can do.” His statement is solid enough for you to take him seriously. You wouldn’t have if he was scowling, but it’s quite.. different. An expression you’ve seen all day, but seeing it up close is a different story.

“And that would be..?” You gulp, anticipation bubbles

And just like that, he presses his lips against yours, the warmth of his lips sending shocks of warmth all around your body— the impact was abrupt, but the kiss as a whole was surprisingly gentle

Yet, it was also similar to his quirk, it sparked up spurs of need and sent goosebumps all over your body.

You place a hand on his shoulder, the tubes around your arms making it too difficult to wrap your arms around him as you deepened the kiss, Bakugou’s touch is cautious when he lays his hand on a spot that was the least affected, aware of your injuries. Pushing the small of your back with his hand quite gently, he kisses you like it’ll be the very last— even though you both know it won’t be.

When you both pull back, you’re taken aback— unable to think of coherent words, and a proper response.

But this damn bastard, he smirks at you knowing that he just sent shocks and explosions of intense feelings all around your body, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Wait, that’s unfair!”

“What?”

“I had no idea you even liked me!”

“For the fucking longest time I did, why the hell would I even be in some extras room, if I didn’t care about them?!” He tries not to yell too loudly but, the tone of his voice gets raised

You blink, “And you preferred playing nurse with your crush this entire time, instead of spending it properly like well.. everyone else?”

“Who the hell said— Fucking hell, do I have to kiss you again for you to understand?”

“Enlighten me,” Your mouth quirks up into a smile, which ultimately causes his cheeks to be set ablaze.

“Playing fucking nurse with you isn’t horrible. It’s one way to spend my birthday, even when you give me shit about it” His brows press together, trying to drown out his flustered expressions with a scowl, “There’ll be more birthdays to come, so why would I be ‘wasting’ it here? There, that’s it. You happy now?”

Silence.

“..More than happy. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your thing for playing nur—”

“Don’t you fucking finish that thought,” He says stern. “I’m going to get the nurses to check on you, and then— I’ll go home and come back again, tomorrow.”

He storms off, and when the blond is sure that he’s not in your line of vision anymore— he slumps against the wall

“Fucking hell, they’re driving me crazy.” He mumbles, recalling what he had pulled off earlier.

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jmagnabo92 · 3 years ago

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Prongsfoot First Date - follows Rebuilding

James lives and Sirius has been taking care of and supporting him and Harry. Finally, James managed to convey his feelings towards Sirius, and this is the aftermath and first date.

***

Waking up after falling asleep cuddling Sirius for the first time as his boyfriend, had James absolutely giddy. Especially because he could just lean up and kiss him, in fact, he could have spent the entire morning happily snogging Sirius if it wasn’t for the sounds of his son waking up.

Sirius laughs at James’ slight groan, “We can kiss later.”

“Promise?” James teases, “Because now that we’ve started to snog, I don’t want to stop.”

Sirius smiles, running a hand down James’ chest, “Believe me, I definitely don’t want stop anytime soon, it’s just that we do have plans today – the ‘mummy and me’ class and one of the kids has a birthday party.”

“I know, of course, naturally we have plans, it’s just that I’ve been thinking about this for so long…”

“Me too, but it’s not like we have to hide this from anyone – so you’re welcome to kiss me whenever you want.”

James smiles, “But we should still plan a date?”

“Yes, we should.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

***

James is honestly surprised that he’s so nervous. He shouldn’t be – this is Sirius, the man he has lived with for the better part of his life at this point – he shouldn’t be nervous about a date with him. Yet, here he was, looking for an outfit that would impress Sirius (who’s literally seen him in every state of being) just because they had their first date tonight.

It was quick since they only decided to date yesterday, but when they’d gone to the ‘mummy and me’ class this morning, Jackie had asked how things were going and James had admitted that he’d finally managed to tell Sirius about his feelings, and they agreed to date. Jackie immediately offered to watch Harry, and James had pounced on the idea of going out on a date tonight.

The only downside is that he’s not sure what to wear – he’s as nervous as he’d been for his first date with Lily except that if this doesn’t work out it could ruin everything they’ve had so far. He sighs.

Suddenly, there’s a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, “You don’t have to be so nervous, you could wear nothing, but pants, and I’d still think you’d look gorgeous.”

James laughs, “You’re supposed to dress up for dates to impress your date.”

“James, I live with you. It’s perfectly okay if you just wear something comfortable. You’ll still be attractive to me,” Sirius states. “All I want is to spend some alone time with you that is like the old days. Just enjoying each other’s company.”

James smiles, “Alright, then.” He reaches into the wardrobe and pulls out a nice button-up and jeans. Getting dresses quickly, he turns around and sees, Sirius dressed in a nice shirt and jeans, which is so much better than his normal attire. “You’re looking like that and telling me I can show up in just my pants?” he asks, incredulously.

“Is that a compliment?” Sirius laughs. “I wasn’t trying to hard – I just thought this was nice.”

James grins, “You look gorgeous as always.”

“Thank you,” Sirius smiles. “You look damn good, too. Now, come on, I’ve got a great date planned.”

***

Sirius did have a great date planned. First, they’d taken a ride on the bike through the countryside, James had missed the bike in recent years, but it felt great to feel the wind in their hair, to tighten his arms around Sirius’ waist, and feel the utter freedom of being on the bike.

Since he’d been promised dinner, Sirius had finally pulled the bike into the parking lot of a nice restaurant, and they get seating quickly. “So, how’d you like the ride?” Sirius asks, once they order drinks and food.

“I loved it. I forgot how much I missed just riding around on the bike with you,” James states. “We used to have so much fun – it hasn’t been that way in a while.”

“Well, we’ve had other priorities. It was more important to heal from everything and take care of our son than it was to have fun.”

“I know – Harry is the most important thing to us, but it’s important for us to have some time off, too, and together.”

Sirius grins, “Now that you’re willing to let Harry be watched over by someone else, we can spend some more time alone together. Enjoying a few bike rides and romantic picnics.”

“I do like the sound of that. Maybe we’ll even have some fun at home.” He winks and Sirius bursts out laughing.

“Is that all you think about?” Sirius questions. “Because I don’t recall you being so … open about it with Lily. You were a gentleman as I recall.”

James laughs, “Well, I just – I feel like I can be a bit more myself with you. We’ve known each other for so long, we live together, we’re raising our son together – I feel like I’m just as nervous, but I’m not – I don’t have to be on my best behavior as much.”

“I agree. It doesn’t have to be all formal and stuff, I just want to spend some time together – remind ourselves why we like each other in the first place.”

“That’s fair,” James says. “So, why are you interested in me?”

“I loved every minute I’ve ever spent with you,” Sirius states, grabbing his hand across the table. “You’ve always understood me, you know me so well that have the time we can have silent conversations –”

“And we do,” James interrupts. “I remember in school how McGonagall used to accuse us finding some way to literally be in each other’s heads. We always just knew what the other wanted to do or say – of course our mirrors certainly helped.”

“They did. They helped so much – it’s just, in a lot of ways, ever since we met, I felt like you’ve completed me. Like I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“I feel the same way. It just felt perfect – you and me together against the world.”

“And it’s still like that. Except now we have a son to think about.”

“Yeah… our son. I can’t tell you how much it means to me what you’ve done for us – you’ve been amazing.” James smiles, “But I think when it comes to us – as in you and me – fancying you because you got me and are attractive, definitely helps, but this last year and half with you has made me fall in love with you in a way I never let myself before.”

Sirius smiles, “I think sharing a bed and knowing that we can live together and work as a unit definitely helps. We’re a team, and that’s so important.”

James leans over the table to give him a kiss, and Sirius, knowingly, leans forward as well. They break apart far too soon for James’ liking. “I think sharing a bed with you definitely helps. It’s so easy to slip a romantic relationship into our lives.”

Sirius grins, “It is – we can take romantic rides with your arms around my waist, going out dancing and to dinner, going to concerts, taking romantic trips together, maybe broaden our horizons together.”

“Broaden our horizons?” James questions.

“Well, yeah, you remember how Lily used to take us out to various places that we never would’ve thought of before and broaden our horizons? I mean, she’s the reason that we can fit in so well in a world that we didn’t grow up in – and there’s still so much that we don’t know. We can explore together, and for certain things, Harry can come with us – like the zoo.”

“You want to go to the zoo as a date?”

“Why not? As long as we’re together and having fun, that’s all that matters, right?”

“That’s true, I’d be happy doing anything with you.” James smiles, “That reminds me, Lily spent months teaching you how to drive, and you both promised to teach me after you got the bike all sorted, but then we went into hiding…”

“Are you suggesting I spend our dates to teaching you how to drive rather than something a little more romantic?”

“Did you have more romantic ideas?”

Sirius laughs, “You were a hermit for far too long if you think dating is teaching you to drive.”

James playfully glares at him as their dinners arrive. “I had to be a hermit!”

“Yes, but you should definitely know that dating does not include teaching someone to drive.”

“It could,” James argues. “I did originally think that you and Lily were dating when you had secret driving lessons.”

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself, okay? So, I didn’t want you to know.”

“What? You thought I’d take the mickey or something?”

Sirius shrugs, “Well, yeah. I wasn’t expecting that you’d understand. I mean, we talk about muggle things that we find interesting, but at the same time, neither of us fully intended to live in the muggle world or traveling in muggle methods like the bike is. I thought that you might think it was stupid.”

“You know that there’s nothing that you could be truly interested in that I would mock,” James smiles. “I want nothing more than to get to know what’s truly interesting to you. Even if I don’t find in interesting, if you find it interesting that’s good enough to me.”

Sirius smiles at him, “I don’t know how I could have thought that you wouldn’t support me.”

“I don’t either – either way, now you know, and I expect lessons.”

“I will teach you, but it’s not a date. Our dates are going to be a bit more romantic.”

“Already planning more dates, Si?” James teases. “Damn, I must’ve impressed you.”

Sirius laughs, “Cute, Jay. You knew damn well that unless something went horribly wrong, we’d date with no end in sight.”

James laughs, “Honestly, I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

***

After dinner, they’d intended to spend some more time alone together, but Jackie had called them saying that Harry wouldn’t go down because he kept expecting James and Sirius to put him to asleep (as he can’t remember any night where he hadn’t been put down by James or Sirius).

Thus, their evening together was cut short, but luckily, it was easy for them to put him down. Harry went to sleep within minutes of their arrival back home, leaving them to cuddle on the couch in front of the telly.

“So, how’d I do for this date?”

James smiles, “Is it over? I was hoping for a bit of snogging or something…”

Sirius laughs, “Well, you have to tell me how I did first, and then, maybe I’ll reward you with a goodnight kiss.”

James laughs and shifts to face Sirius in his lap, “How about this? I will tell you how you did for our first date if you promise to snog me.”

“You’re very persistent,” Sirius states before kissing him. “Now, tell me.”

“No,” James states, defiantly. Choosing instead to snog him.

Luckily, Sirius doesn’t protest, leaning into it and pulling James’ hips towards him, causing them both to groan. When they come up for air, Sirius says, “I’m not saying we should have sex, but this snogging could be much more comfortable if we had on less clothing.”

Thrilled, James doesn’t say anything as he helps Sirius out of his shirt, and pulls off his, too. Then he stands and pulls off his jeans. “Yours, too.”

Sirius laughs as he pulls his off before James moves back into his lap. “Ah, much better,” Sirius groans.

“It could be even better if there was more than snogging involved,” James teases.

Sirius shakes his head, “Merlin, I swear that’s all you think about.”

James threads his hands through Sirius’ hair, “Not at all. It’s just that I haven’t had any in a while and that I – I have had a few… fantasies about you since I decided that I wanted to go for this and…”

“And you think I haven’t?”

“You don’t act like you have.”

“Jay, I’ve been attracted to you for a very long time, and you’ve been sharing my bed and walking around in just pants… of course I have, but like with your clinginess, you’ve been a bit too preoccupied to notice.”

James frowns. “I’ve not been a very good friend … and probably a sucky potential boyfriend.”

“Aw, no, James. You’re a brilliant boyfriend, at least so far,” Sirius offers, running his hands down James’ chest. “It’s just that you’ve been through a lot.”

“And you haven’t?” James questions. “You’ve sort of had your whole life turned upside down, too.”

“Oh, James, you have no idea what my life was like without you – literally, I was alone, going on missions for the aurors or the order wondering when I can visit you and Harry/Lily without someone following me and risking your location… the only thing that changed in the last year and a half is that my life got better. I get to see you and Harry every day, I don’t go on deadly missions hoping that I’ll come back and have a chance to see you all. Believe me – taking care of either of you, inviting you into my home, building our new home, is not a bad thing.”

James nods. “Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t pay more attention to you.”

“Well, then, you can always start paying attention now.”

“Deal.”

#prongsfoot #James Potter #Sirius Black #james/sirius #first dates

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seriouslycromulent · 4 years ago

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Random thoughts on ZSJL after 1st viewing

So dear DCEU fans, before I sit down to re-watch Zack Snyder’s Justice League again tonight, I thought I’d share some of my first impressions and thoughts on the film. I really wanted to take part in the watch party yesterday, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to give the film my full attention if I did so, especially since it would be my first viewing.

But now that I know what was inside my birthday gift (my birthday was March 18th), I can chat about it with others and discuss to my heart’s content.

However, this is NOT that post. This is not a review. It’s just some of my initial thoughts and reactions, which may or may not change after multiple viewings.

And yes, I will mark this post as “ZSJL spoilers” for anyone trying to remain unspoiled until they get a chance to watch it at their own pace.

Here we go ...

Question #1 - Why does Barry only burn out of his shoes, but nothing else he’s wearing when he moves to save Iris? Is it the friction against the floor? Or is it just convenient for the sake of visuals? We know the suit he made is designed to withstand wind and heat resistance when he moves, so when he’s not wearing it, are his clothes in danger of getting shredded if he moves fast enough?

This isn’t snark. I’m genuinely curious. :-)

Reaction #1 - I know it’s blasphemous to speak positively about the theatrical release, but I kind of miss the opening credit sequence with the song playing over the images and interactions of people arguing, fighting and falling into despair after Supes died. I felt it was an apt response in the world in the wake of his death, and it suited Zack’s overall tone connecting BvS to this film from the start. I’m not saying the new opening is bad. Just that I kind of liked the theatrical one better.

Question #2 - Now this is kinda snarky. But does Arthur just leave sweaters and shirts littered all over the place whenever he goes below the surface? What if there’s no one there to pick it up like that lady in Iceland?

Reaction #2 - I’m love, love, loving the much bigger role of the Amazons in this version. That battle scene with Steppenwolf is still brutal to watch, but the extra screen time is much appreciated.

Reaction #3 - I’m now calling the arrow shot into the Shrine of the Amazons the “Hanukkah Arrow” because it was a miracle the fire stayed lit during its entire journey to the Shrine and how it stayed lit until a film crew caught it on the news.

R#4 - Even though I knew Victor’s car accident was coming, I was still shook when it happened. Like, I genuinely screamed when the other vehicle crashed into them. That’s how emotionally invested I was in that scene at the time.

R#5 - I liked the juxtaposition of going from Victor’s dysfunctional relationship with his dad to Barry’s sweet, but heartbreaking relationship with his dad. Way to mess with our emotions, Zack.

R#6 - “gorilla sign language” Tee-hee!

R#7 - Great placement with the suicide prevention billboard. It was both seamless and poignant.

R#8 - As a fellow tea drinker, I like that Alfred is particular about how tea is made, even when the cup of tea isn’t for himself.

R#9 - It’s interesting to see how jerky Victor’s movements are in Chapter 3. I know he will move more smoothly as the film progresses, but I feel like that growth and development in his movements were missed in the theatrical release, which is a shame because it’s a great mirror to his psychological development as well.

R#10 - It’s a shame how easily Steppenwolf captured the 2nd box thanks to King Orm’s incompetence. Ugh. I can’t stand that guy.

Question #3 - Why is Arthur responsible for retrieving the box that was lost on his brother’s watch? He’s not king yet, so why does it fall to him? Whatever. Orm sucks.

Question #4 - OK. So I know this was in theatrical release, but how is it that the other team members disappeared when Commissioner Gordon turned his back and Barry didn’t notice it happening? That technically should be impossible unless Barry was distracted by a squirrel or something.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #1 - Barry saving the kidnapped people from being hit by the falling debris outside after the team rescues them from Steppenwolf. Go Barry! Do that shit!!! You don’t need lessons on how to be a f*cking hero!

R#11 - So Barry did trip in the original script. Interesting. I still don’t like that. It’s in character for where he is right now on his journey, but I still don’t like it.

Question #5 - Architectural question for the design nerds out there. Why does Lois have a glass pane in her front door in an apartment building in a major metro area in the US? That’s an odd design. Is it a renovated office building? Was her apartment at one point the office of a private detective in a noir film? I need answers.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #2 - The J’onn J’onzz reveal is officially one of my biggest thrills of the entire DCEU franchise. Years ago, when people were speculating about who was the 7th in the phrase “Unite the 7,” I said it’s J’onn J’onzz, and fanboys corrected me and insisted it had to be Hal or at least one of the Lanterns. And I was like, “Nope. I bet you it’s J’onn. He could easily already be a part of the story and we don’t even know it.” This is the part where I say to you ... Called It! Like 6 years ago! I f*cking Called It!

R#12 - Yep, by Chapter 5, Victor is moving much more smoothly.

R#13 - Dude!!!!!! The “Not Impressed” moment was better than anything Supes ever did in the theatrical release. Anything. It was just so epic and smooth and smoothly epic. I’m accepting that scene as a part of my personal birthday gift. Zack did that for me. That’s why that’s in there.

R#14 - I know Barry got a couple of hero moments earlier in the film, but none of them compare to the actual reconstruction of f*cking time in order to save everyone. The way the ground literally formed under his feet as he ran had me holding my breath without me even realizing it. Thank you, Zack! Thank you for making Barry more than the comedy relief. Thank you for giving him this moment. He deserves this.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #3 - I know everyone is talking about how they cheered when the team goes charging into the building altogether (sans Supes). And don’t get me wrong. That moment is pretty f’cking sweet. But dude, my all-time favorite, jump-out-of-my-seat, and jump-up-and-down moment was when Arthur speared Steppenwolf from behind and lifted him up in the air. I was like ...

The fangirl in me was unashamed and unbossed. Arthur deserved that moment. He spent half the film being tossed around like a ragdoll or brooding like a hot stevedore. He deserved that shit! Yes, yes, he did.

Epilogue thoughts ---

Again, this is the longest film epilogue I’ve seen since LOTR: Return of the King, but I’m not hating, just noting.

The extra scenes with J’onn J’onzz and Deathstroke made my day after everything else made my night. They are 2 of my absolute favorite DC characters who were all but cut from the theatrical release. I’m taking those scenes as ... again ... my personal birthday gifts.

I know we may never get JL2 and JL3, but I felt like the cliffhanger was pretty good. It leaves you wanting more, but not feeling as if you’ve been left high and dry. For those who doubted Zack’s decision to keep it a cliffhanger knowing he may never get to finish the story, I say to you, “Aren’t you tired of doubting this man?”

#zack snyder #zack snyder's justice league #justice league 2021 #zsjl spoilers #zsjl #dceu positivity #dceu #dc comics #martian manhunter #j'onn j'onzz #deathstroke #slade wilson #arthur curry #barry allen #victor stone

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kaaytea · 4 years ago

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Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Summary: You've been avoiding him all week, and now he's starting to question what exactly you're doing when you pull Yaku into rooms with you.

Warnings: angst, cheating?, Lil fluff at the end as a treat

A/n: ITS KUROOS BIRTHDAY!!!! Kuroo is the captain of my favorite team and was one of my first favorite characters! I hope I did him justice with this lil fic also I apologize for the angst 😔

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Why were you avoiding him?! And on his birthday never the less!!

The whole day whenever you spotted him you'd skitter off without a second look behind you.

It was kind of annoying actually.

You hadn't said a word to him today besides your good morning text. For the first time in a long time, Kuroo was feeling kinda lonely. The past few weeks you had been slowly spending less and less time with him; this week had been the worse so far, he's only talked to you face to face about three times.

Kuroo stepped into the classroom, eyes scanning the groups of faces for you. Maybe you'd want to talk a bit before you had to go to your class like usual? He spotted you by the front of the room pointing at paper that was spread out on Kai's desk, Yaku and Kai listening intently to what you were saying.

Unfortunately, Kai noticed him walking over to the small group and nudged your arm. You looked up from the paper and froze when your eyes met with his. In a split second, you hurriedly snatched the paper from the desk shoving it into your bag then grabbed Yaku's hand and dragged him out of the classroom.

Kuroo sighed inwardly.

You sure had been spending a lot of time with Yaku these past few weeks; you seemed to almost always be around him, grabbing onto his hand, pulling him into different rooms...Whispering to him....in the halls......

Wait a minute

You couldn't actually be...

The two of you weren't.....You'd never.....Yaku wouldn't... Right?

Then why was there this awful feeling twisting in his chest, a feeling that only got heavier as he thought back on how weird you had been acting the past few weeks, like you were hiding something from him.

Kuroo felt like he was gonna throw up. Has he really been that blind? Were you actually cheating on him right under his nose, and with one of his teammates?

He sat down at his desk completely ignoring Kai's gentle greetings.

He felt numb. He also felt completely and utterly stupid.

Did Kai know? He was the one to tip you off that he was in the room. Now that he thought about it Fukunaga did something similar earlier in the week.

Did everyone know but him?

The rest of the day went by slowly. It felt like he was trapped in a pool of molasses, slowly and painfully trudging through, only to be pulled back in by his sticky thoughts and doubts.

By the time practice came around he was exhausted, emotionally and physically.

He was so out of it, he almost didn't hear Coach Nekomata wish him happy birthday with a cheery smile and a soft pat on the back.

"You're acting weird"

Kuroo glanced up at Kenma from his spot on the bench.

"What do you mean by that?"

Kenma sighed and shuffled over to sit next to him, "You keep spacing out," he mumbled softly, "you're playing stiffly and you've been avoiding Yaku like the plague."

He really can't fool Kenma, huh? I guess growing up together played a part in that.

Kuroo sighed, he unconsciously started to ring the towel in his hands. He didn't want to admit it out loud, his body started to burn from the build-up of thoughts and emotions throughout the day.

"I think (y/n)'s cheating on me," Kuroo's stomach twisted sickly at saying that sentence out loud.

"Why's that?"

"They've been avoiding me all week, they've also started being very friendly with Yaku."

Kenma almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation, quickly masking it with a cough.

"I don't think they'd ever cheat on you, they probably have an explanation for their behavior," Kenma said, he silently pulled out his Switch already booting up a game.

Kuroo frowned at the gym floor. He hated feeling like this.... He felt lost and hurt, a dull ache pierced his heart when his thoughts drifted to you.

Just as he was about to go help clean up the gym, Nekomata called out to him.

"Go deliver these papers to the principal for me, the directors wanted a copy of the tournament schedule."

Kuroo only nodded and made his way out of the building, at least he got out of cleaning up the gym today.

When he arrived back at the gym all of the lights were off.

That's odd....usually, there are a few people who hang back and work on solo drills.

He stepped into the dark building, searching blindly for the light switch. At this point by he just wanted to go home and sleep, it hadn't been that great of a birthday anyway.

He flipped on the lights only to be startled by the sound of a confetti popper.

Kuroo turned around, the entire team was stood in the middle of the gym with you in the front holding a cake with a bright smile.

What?

"Happy birthday Tetsurou!!"

You handed the cake to Kai, who went off with Fukunaga to cut it, and launched yourself at him trapping him in a tight hug.

"Surprised?"

He looked down at you, his brain was still catching up with the fact that you were actually interacting with him, "...yes?"

"Ah! I’m so glad I don't have to keep a secret anymore! That was so long!" Lev shrieked.

You turned to Lev with a baffled look, "What do you mean long! I literally just told you what we were doing yesterday."

You started bantering with Lev but your conversation blurred out as something clicked in Kuroo's brain.

Yesterday?

"How long have you been planning this?"

You turned away from Lev and looked up at him, "A few weeks, Kai and Yaku helped a bunch though!"

Oh.....well that explains a lot.

Kuroo let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his chest, you looked at him with a worried expression, "Are you ok Tetsu?"

He chuckled slightly. Could he consider himself ok if he spent the entire day thinking you had been cheating on him only to find out you were just planning a surprise party?

He got his answer as he looked into your eyes, they sparkled with love whenever you were near him and the genuine concern on your face made his heart clench.

"I'm great, (y/n)" he smiled at you then proceeded to press kisses all over your face causing you to giggle at his actions.

There was a gagging noise heard behind you causing the both of you to look in the direction of the sound.

The gagging came from Yaku with a slightly disgusted Kenma standing next to him, their faces scrunched up at your display of affection.

"We get it you're both sickeningly cute but please for our sake save the sappy stuff for later"

"You think I'm cute Yakkun?"

"Don't push your luck!"

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Kuroo enjoyed the small party with the team but he was even happier now that he got to spend alone time with you. The second the both of you got back to his house he was pulling you to his room so he could cuddle you to death. After the absolute rollercoaster of emotions he went through today he needs to just hold you close to further convince himself that you wouldn't ever leave.

"Tetsurou?" you piped up from your position lying against his chest, your hand continued to twist and twirl locks of his messy hair.

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure you're ok? Nothing happened today right?"

He didn't have the heart to lie to you, so he came clean. He told you about this morning where he made the silly assumption that you were cheating on him and how your behavior fit in with everything.

"Oh Tetsu, I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize what everything could have looked like from your perspective," you pulled yourself closer to him, tucking your face into his chest, "I'd never cheat on you, ok? And I don't plan on leaving you any time soon.... you're too important to me."

What you said was barely above a whisper but those words rang loudly in Kuroo's heart.

His eyes burned slightly with unshed tears as he pressed his face to the top of your head.

"I wouldn't dream of leaving you either, (y/n)."

#Kuroo Tetsurō #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo oneshot #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fanfiction

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musette22 · 4 years ago

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As it's Chris' birthday today, what's your Evanstan headcon for how they are spending it? We don't know if Chris is still in LA (as far as I know), do you think he might be back in Boston to be with his family? That would mean Seb could easily visit him now that the lockdown in NYC is over. Or would he fly to LA to celebrate with his bf? (He hasn't been seen in NYC in the last couple of days either, right?) Or will the only hang out virtually? I would love to know what you are imagining 😊

Hello darling!! So yesterday, I said I probably wasn’t going to write any Evanstan for a while, but then I woke up this morning and had a lovely little Evanstan headcanon fantasy about Chris’s birthday - as you do - and then I thought screw it, let’s write this thing. So here’s a little drabble (well, it should’ve been a drabble) about how Chris might have spent his birthday 😘

A/N: This is just a nonsensical little fantasy scenario that doesn’t actually make any sense, but the idea made me happy, so I hope it’ll make you guys happy too! Don’t look too closely, please, there’s some overlap with previous fics and this was all written very quickly and hasn’t been edited properly because it’s late where I am and I need to sleep lmao 🙈 Sorry about that!

Happy birthday, Mr. America

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Chris likes surprises, generally speaking.

Not the nasty kind, like when a part unexpectedly falls through, or someone gets angry at him out of the blue and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. But he likes it when exciting things happen and shake things up a bit, like when he’s having a lazy day alone at home, and a friend suddenly shows up on his doorstep to tell him, change of plans, we’re going bungee jumping. When that happens, Chris will happily drop whatever he’s doing and jump in the car, because that’s the kind of thing that makes him feel alive.

So when he arrives at the Evans’ family house today, on his birthday, and is greeted by a chorus of Surprise! and Happy Birthdays from a bunch of people he hasn’t seen ages - literal years, in some cases - Chris is delighted and touched; excited to see familiar faces and catch up with his friends and family.

That excited feeling lasts for a solid few hours, until his Aunt Melanie corners him and starts telling Chris about her Pilates instructor. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to set Chris up with whichever wonderful girl she’s most recently met and feels would be perfect for Chris, but this time she’s really hammering on about how she just can’t understand why a good-looking, successful young man like him hasn’t found a wife yet. She no doubt means well, but that doesn’t mean Chris is about to go on a blind date with her Pilates instructor.

When he’s finally managed to excuse himself under the pretense of needing a bathroom break, he sneaks off to the back of the house, to his dad’s old study. As soon as the door closes behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against it for a moment, catching his breath. He loves his family to bits, but there’s no denying they’re a lot. There’s a sofa in the study, a wide, navy blue one, and Chris lies down on it, stretching himself to his full length. He closes his eyes, hoping to nap for a couple of minutes, but no dice. His aunt’s comments play in his head on a loop, causing something uneasy to stir in his stomach.

The thing is, she’s right. He should already be married and have a couple of cute kids to dote on. He’s wanted to have a family and settle down for a long time, ever since he got done with sowing his wild oats and calmed down a little. He’s the long-term relationship kind, and there had been a few girlfriends with whom he thought he definitely could see a future.

That had been Before, though. Before Sebastian Stan had waltzed into his life and upended everything Chris thought he knew for certain, complicating everything in the best and worst possible way. After the initial shock of developing feelings for another guy wore off, Chris had simply accepted his infatuation as a fact of life, and it had become something he carried with him always, but never acted on or even spoke of. He wouldn’t know where to start. It was clear there was something between them, though. The way Sebastian looked at him sometimes… It had to mean something. For the longest time, they’d danced around each other, always just shy of outright flirting, and there had been a few times when Chris really thought something might finally happen between them. But it never did.

And now it never would. They’ve hardly even seen each other, over the past year, after they stopped working together. Sure, they kept in touch from time to time, but there is only so much keeping in touch two work friends can plausibly do before it gets weird or necessarily has to turn into something else. And Chris thought he’d accepted that, more or less.

But then last week, he and Scott had gotten drunk together – like really, stupidly drunk. At around 3 in the morning, Scott had put on The First Avenger so he could make fun of Chris in his skin tight leggings, and then suddenly Sebastian’s face had been right there on his TV screen: larger than life, young and handsome like he’d been when Chris first felt that tug in his gut when he’d looked at him.

And Chris, whose brain-to-mouth filter unfortunately ceases to exist entirely whenever he’s had too much to drink, had just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Initially, Scott had thought Chris meant that Steve was in love with Bucky.

“Well, clearly,” he’d slurred. “They’re soooo gay, oh my god.”

And instead of using the misunderstanding to cover up for his unfortunate drunken slip-up, Chris had slowly shook his head and corrected, “No, with Sebastian. ‘M in love with Sebastian. Have been for a long time, I think.”

He’d passed out not long after, possibly his subconscious’ way of trying to protect himself against the barrage of questions from Scott that Chris had been in no state to answer in that moment. Inevitably, Scott had tried to talk to him about it the next day, but Chris – hungover, embarrassed and annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth and spilling this secret that he’d managed to keep for close to a decade – had told Scott to leave it and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Nothing was ever going to come of this now anyway, so it was much better if they could all just forget it ever happened.

Scott and he had gone to dinner at their mom’s that night, and of course, Lisa had instantly sensed something was off. Unfortunately, Chris never did stand a chance in hell against his mother, so when she took him to aside after dinner and outright asked him what was wrong, he’d had no choice but to spill the beans. Besides, if he didn’t, Scott would probably have found a way to guilt him into telling Lisa, eventually - they’d always shared everything with her, after all.

Lisa had been so loving and understanding, just like Chris knew she would, and despite the aching in his chest, he was grateful and a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t keeping something this significant from her any longer. But in the end, it didn’t change anything. Of course, Lisa had asked him why he didn’t just go for it, told him to just go for it, call Sebastian and ask him out for dinner, but Chris had dismissed all her suggestions. It just wasn’t going to happen. Certainly not now, not anymore.

She’d dropped it, eventually, but Chris is under no illusions that he’s heard the last of it.

Since then, he’d tried to put the whole fiasco out of his mind, but then Aunt Melanie started badgering him about his marital status and it had all come rushing back again.

Just when Chris about to give up on trying to nap and head outside to get some fresh air instead, there’s a knock at the door.

Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Come in,” he calls, not bothering to get up because it’s probably his mom coming to check on him. “Hey, mom,” he says, when Lisa’s head does appear around the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies, smiling. She opens the door a little wider. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Oh?” Chris says, sitting up a little straighter for whatever friend or family member his mom wants him to meet so urgently, but then Lisa steps aside to reveal –

Sebastian.

Sebastian is here. In his mom’s house. Standing right there, looking a little apprehensive and unsure, but still so fucking gorgeous it makes Chris’s heart stop for a moment inside his chest, before it starts up again at double speed.

“Hey, Chris,” Sebastian says, and it’s his voice, he’s really here, in Chris’s dad’s old study, speaking actual words at him.

What the fuck.

Chris gets to his feet so fast he feels a bit lightheaded, lightly swaying on his feet before he manages to get some semblance of a reply. "Hi. What- Sebastian. What are you doing here?"

Sebastian’s eyes flicker to Lisa for a moment, looking at her a little uncertainly. She gives him an encouraging nod.

“Um,” Sebastian starts, turning his eyes back to Chris again. “Lisa, your mom, invited me to your surprise birthday party.” He licks his lips nervously. “So, yeah, happy birthday. And, um. Surprise.” The last word is accompanied by a dorky little wave, and Chris is just. Speechless.

Literally, can’t form any words speechless, which is highly unusual for him. When he just keeps standing there, staring a Sebastian like he’s some kind of fata morgana, Lisa rolls her eyes and nudges Sebastian with her elbow.

“Well, go on, then,” she prompts, nodding in Chris’s direction. “He won’t bite.” Then, the look in her eyes turns mischievous, and Chris has half a second to think oh no, before she adds, “Unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but then he'd ask first. I raised him well.”

Sebastian makes a strangled sound, but starts towards him nonetheless, and before he really knows what’s happening, Chris is holding Sebastian in his arms. Holding him in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck and breathing him in. Sebastian’s arms go around him, too, a little tentative at first, but growing tighter, more secure, the longer the hug lasts.

And it lasts, much longer than a casual happy birthday hug between friends is supposed to last, but Chris can’t for the life of him bring himself to let go. He knows he’s clinging, that he’s got his nose pressed to the spot below Sebastian’s ear and that’s probably far too intimate, but Sebastian’s arms around are wound tightly around Chris’s waist and his cheek is presses to the side of Chris’s face, and he’s not letting go either.

Finally, after what feels simultaneously like forever and the blink of an eye, Sebastian inhales shakily, his chest expanding against Chris’s. With Herculean effort, Chris makes himself pull away. But, of course, that brings with it the complication of being able to see Sebastian’s face, flustered and glowing, eyes shining with something unnameable. They’re so close then, their faces only an inch or so apart, and when Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to Chris’s mouth for a split second, Chris’s restraint breaks.

He lunges forward, and Sebastian does the same, and their mouths crash together awkwardly and suddenly, they’re kissing. Really, actually kissing.

Chris’s hands fly to Sebastian’s face, holding it like it’s something precious, causing Sebastian to make a small, desperate sound that reverberates throughout Chris’s entire body. When he licks at the seam of Sebastian’s lips, Sebastian parts them immediately, letting him in, and Chris is drowning. Drowning in the kiss, in Sebastian’s taste, his smell, the little sighs he’s making against Chris’s lips, like he’s just as overwhelmed and stupefied and happy as Chris is, while they cling to each other like they’re each scared the other’s going to disappear if they dare to let up for just one second.

Eventually, though, they have to break apart for air. Chris presses their foreheads together, unwilling to put any more distance between them than is strictly necessary, still breathing the same air. When Chris eventually opens his eyes, he finds Sebastian looking back at him in a way that makes his knees feel suddenly weak.

"Hi," Seb says, voice low and husky.

"Hey," Chris replies, his hands on either side of Sebastian’s face, thumbs idly caressing his cheekbones.

Sebastian giggles, a light, happy sound that makes his nose do that scrunchy thing it does, and Chris wants to die. He groans, pulling Sebastian back in by the back of his neck –

And then Lisa clears her throat. Sebastian startles; he’d evidently forgotten she was still there, or maybe assumed she’d have left to give them their privacy, but that just goes to show Sebastian doesn’t know Lisa very well – yet.

"Well,” Lisa says, a grin in her voice. “I'll leave you two to it then, let me know if you need anything.” She pauses, before cheekily adding, “Anything at all."

“Yes, thank you, mom,” Chris says quickly, keen to spare Sebastian any further embarrassment. Sebastian’s hiding his face in Chris’s chest as it is, arms still wound around his waist, and Chris is literally about to pass out from how fucking cute that is.

Holding up a placating hand, Lisa finally retreats, closing the door behind her.

Once they’re alone, Chris steers Sebastian towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him into his lap. Sebastian lets himself be guided, straddling Chris’s thighs and giving him a coy look through his eyelashes. Chris blows out a slow breath to center himself a little, bringing up his hands to settle on Sebastian’s waist.

He knows they’ll need to talk about this at some point, but right now he can’t think of a single way to express what he’s feeling, and what this means to him. Right now, all he can do is stare at Sebastian in wonder, relishing finally getting to look at him the way he’s always wanted to: unabashedly, fondly, and very appreciative of exactly how tempting Sebastian’s lips look – especially after having been thoroughly kissed. By him.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed, leaning in again to catch those pretty pink lips in another kiss.

Sebastian responds beautifully, opening up right away, melting into him. His arms wind around Chris’s shoulders, fingers scratching gently through the hair on the back of Chris’s head, making him shiver.

It’s sweet, at first; lips sliding together lazily, slow and lush, but eventually, the kisses turn a little dirtier, with nipping teeth and teasing tongues. When Sebastian bites Chris’s bottom lip a bit too hard, pulling on it, Chris literally goes cross-eyed for a second. The hand that found its way into Sebastian’s hair tightens instinctively, pulling his head back just a little.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, eyelids fluttering, and Chris instantly feels all his blood rushing south.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he has Sebastian here, in his lap, looking like innocence and sin wrapped into one, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes like it’s Chris who’s something to be desired. And Chris wants. He wants so bad, with every fiber of his being, to have Sebastian right there and then, but he has just enough presence of mind left to know that they can’t rush this, can’t make any rash decisions they might later regret if they don’t talk about what’s happening first.

Words still seem impossible, however, so instead, Chris takes one of Sebastian’s hands in his and presses a kiss to the center his palm, hoping to convey with that one gesture everything he wants to say but can’t.

When he looks back up, Sebastian blinks at him, his eyes wide and stunned, before he suddenly grabs Chris’s face between his hands and starts planting breathless kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and even his nose. Chris lets himself be kissed, basks in it, feeling like his heart might burst, and when Sebastian finally presses his lips to his mouth, Chris seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Despite Chris’s best intentions, it turns heated again in no time. Without his permission, his hands slide under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the smooth, warm skin of his back, while Sebastian mouths at Chris’s jaw, then trails a path of kisses down the column of his neck.

“Seb,” Chris groans, hands tightening convulsively on Sebastian’s waist. “Sebastian, wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sebastian pants, lifting his head to look down at him. He’s disheveled, his hair a mess, pupils blown, his lips red and a little raw from mouthing at Chris’s beard. He looks stunning.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Chris says honestly, touching Sebastian’s left cheek.

Sebastian ducks his head turning his face into Chris’s palm, but he’s smiling, which makes Chris smile, too, then they’re just smiling at each other like a couple of dorks.

Chris shifts their positions to get more comfortable, tugging at Sebastian until they’re both lying on the couch on their sides, face to face. Pulling him closer, into his chest, Chris swings a leg over both of Sebastian’s, and Sebastian takes the hint immediately, snuggling into Chris and tucking his head under his chin so they’re full on cuddling.

“Best fucking birthday present ever,” Chris mutters into Sebastian’s hair, his hand tracing idle patters on Sebastian’s upper arm. In reply, Sebastian presses a kiss to Chris’s chest, over his heart.

Somehow, they snooze for a little while, just drifting in and out of consciousness, neither of them seeming to want to untangle themselves from the other, until after an indeterminate amount of time, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Chris hums questioningly in reply, not wanting to wake Sebastian, and the door opens cautiously. Lisa pokes her head in again, and the moment she sees them, all wrapped around each other like that, she covers her mouth with her hands, cooing softly.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers, her eyes shining with affection and pride.

“Thanks, mom,” Chris whispers back, blinking back tears. “Love you.”

From where he’s half asleep on Chris’s chest, Sebastian murmurs, “Love you, too.”

#evanstan #rpf #my fic #or something like it #don't know what this is #happy birthday chris #Anonymous #the keep reading tag is ducked #sorry about that guys #:((

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oureuphoria · 5 years ago

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Worst of You - JJK 08

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,304

Note: Things get sad in this chapter and :(

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Jungkook was confused. He was confused about how you had gotten in, who you were with and more importantly, why you were here when this seemed to be the last place you’d want to be. In spite of his confusion Jungkook knew that to his knowledge you were still 20 and definitely underage, so it was his legal obligation to check up on you. It was definitely not because he wanted to talk to you, just following procedure.

“What are you doing here?” You hadn’t noticed Jungkook sit next to you until he spoke but you refused to spare him a glance. You were worried that was all it would take, one look at his wide brown eyes that seemingly held the universe and you’d be putty in his hands. “None of your business.“ “When you’re underage it is.” “It’s my birthday, officer.” You threw your ID card to him which he checked meticulously. You snatched the card out of his hands after he’d had a good look and hopped off the stool.

“If you don’t mind, I have to go back to Jimin.” Just as you are about to walk away from him, Jungkook lightly grabs your hand. “Wait.” You turned back around to face him but expertly avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t much but it was all Jungkook could fathom and yet both of you knew, it wasn’t enough. You gave him a small smile before you replied, one that seemed more sad than polite. “Yeah, me too.” And with that, you walked away, shoving Jungkook and his ridiculously beautiful face to the back of your mind.

“Jimin!” You had finally found your friend who hadn’t been even half as happy to see you as you were him. “Y/N, I know it’s your birthday and I promised I’d be with you but the most gorgeous boy is here and I really need a hook-up. If you’re not okay with it I understand but-” “Go! At least one of us has to get lucky tonight.” You waved him off and he retaliated with a bone-crushing hug. “I love you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Whether that promise was empty or not, you were going to hold him to it because letting him abandon you in this club all alone is definitely a sizeable sacrifice.

You walked back to the bar where you were relieved to see that Jungkook had left. Against your better judgement, your eyes subconsciously scanned around for him and when you saw him, dancing and having the time of his life while you were there following in self-pity, you realised you definitely needed another drink.

Perhaps it was your lack of experience or your Jungkook-induced sadness or even your empty stomach but you were drunk. Only 2 drinks in and you had completely lost all sense of rationality. Unfortunately, the bartender was unaware of just how much of a lightweight you were and proceeded to provide you with the tequila shots you weren’t sure why you asked for.

They tasted horrible and after downing two, you realised you never wanted to drink one again but for the first time in a long time, you had felt entirely carefree. It was nice, for the blissful moment it lasted but when your eyes had landed on Jungkook again, this time sitting at a bar next to some girl who was definitely prettier than you, carefree had turned into careless and you were making your way over there before you could process it.

“Hi, I’m sorry but I really need to speak to him.” Giving the poor girl no time to reply, you had dragged Jungkook towards the end of the bar where there were far less people and the music was softer. “You, sir, are an asshole.” In between your words, you had made the honourable decision to jab Jungkook in the chest continuously. Drunk you believed you were emphasising your point, sober you would’ve cowered at the mere mention of such an action.

“Are you drunk, Y/N? Where’s your friend?” “He left me for someone prettier, everyone keeps doing that to me these days…” You pouted as you strayed completely off topic and tears began welling in your eyes. You were an emotional drunk, you found that out the hard way. “I’m taking you home.” “No! I still haven’t finished.” Jungkook sighed in frustration and motioned for you to continue, the girl at the bar was long forgotten and Jungkook didn’t even care.

“Why are you such a liar?” The waterworks had begun and while it was obvious you weren’t entirely competent, Jungkook felt the sting in his heart all the same. “Please, baby don’t cry.” “Don’t call me that. Stop making me think you care when you clearly don’t and next time grow the balls to say you don’t like me you jerk!” Your words were slurred and your delivery was a little off but Jungkook heard you loud and clear. He wanted to explain, he wanted to wipe your tears away and reassure you that he was enamoured by you, he adored you and wanted nothing more than to be by your side. But you were probably too drunk to remember and it was too late to try.

“I’m sorry, just stop crying, please.” You tried and you weren’t sure why. The pain in Jungkook’s voice had hurt you and even while drunk, you’d do anything to make that pain go away. So you stifled your tears to the best of your ability, the only thing left behind were tear stains and your quiet hiccups. “Good job, now let me take you home.”

Jungkook didn’t expect you to fall asleep in his car, but then again he also didn’t expect you to berate him at a club. “Y/N, baby, wake up.” You were a light sleeper, he knew that much, which was why he was shaking you softly. You fidgeted in his seat a little before opening your eyes ever so slightly. “I’m sleeping, go away.” Drunk, sleepy Y/N was a challenge Jungkook didn’t know how to face. He also didn’t know how he was going to get you inside or whether or not you had your keys and going through your bag felt like a violation of your privacy so Jungkook decided to take you to his apartment instead.

When you woke up the next morning, something felt off. Your bed was never silk and you never remembered it being this big. You flailed your hand around for your plushie and when you had opened your eyes, you jolted upright in shock. That action was instantly regretful because of the pounding headache you had suddenly gotten and your wincing had captured Jungkook’s attention.

He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a tight grey t-shirt that left scarcely anything to the imagination. If you weren’t dying from a migraine you might’ve appreciated the view but all you could think about was this numbing pain. “There’s aspirin on the table and a glass of water.” You nodded, reaching for your knight in shining armour as you consumed the medication.

“Do you remember anything?” You remembered everything but you wanted to spare yourself the shame so you kept silent. “I tried to take you to your apartment but you fell asleep so I-” “I understand. Thank you, I hope I didn’t cause too much of an inconvenience.” You had began wandering around the room, collecting your belongings so you could leave as quickly as possible but Jungkook didn’t want that. “Y/N, slow down. I’ll give you something to change into, that dress can’t be comfortable.” He was right, it wasn’t. But neither was this predicament and every second you spent there was a second spent remembering the night you’d rather forget. You never drinking, ever again.

Jungkook had come back from raiding his closet with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “You can change in the bathroom. Come down and eat breakfast and then I promise I’ll take you home.” “I don’t need to eat.” You shook your head, even tried rejecting the clothing but Jungkook had dropped it into your arms. “Unless you want to puke for 3 hours I suggest you get changed and come down to eat.” You rolled your eyes but complied nonetheless.

You looked up at your reflection and you were a mess, your makeup was inconsistent, you were assuming it was because of the tears. Luckily, you didn’t wear mascara and after washing your face and tying up your hair, you started to look like yourself again. Jungkook’s clothing, which seemed to engulf your figure, had smelt nice and felt soft. You didn’t want to get used to it so you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind and left the room.

You could see the stairs clearly from where you were standing so finding the kitchen was straightforward enough. Jungkook was seated on the island, phone in hand with two plates of what looked like omelettes. Jungkook had looked up at the soft patter of your feet and smiled. “You look good in my clothes.” You mumbled a quiet thank you and hopped onto the high chair that was surprisingly comfortable. “You want coffee?” You shook your head and poked around your omelette, you were never a big fan of eggs but you’d never complain.

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t take this, please talk to me.” You wanted to but you’d already said all you wanted to say yesterday (rather harshly) and you didn’t feel like repeating yourself. “There’s nothing to talk about.” He sighed and got up to pour himself a cup of coffee, when he had returned, you had already eaten a third of your omelette. “Can we go now?” “Can you listen to my explanation first?” You nodded timidly, you wanted an explanation desperately but you were also scared of the truth. That he didn’t like you and never did.

“My first ever love was in high school. She was my senior, I was a year younger and infinitely less experienced, but that didn’t stop me.” You both laughed, knowing that Jungkook was stubborn when he wanted to be. “She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that took time to truly process, she was smart, book smart at least and she was kind to everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it. We dated for just over a year, it was nearing my graduation when she passed away. Car accident, drunk driver. Instead of getting the justice she deserved, her parents who barely had a dollar to their name were forced to settle for the equivalent of a used Toyota. The girl who hit her was old money rich, her family had connections with the best defence attorneys in the world. The lawyers she hired, put a price on a person I loved, they tried to tell me how much her life was worth and it wasn’t generous.”

Jungkook wasn’t crying, but you were. You knew the world was cruel but growing up in a middle-income family in a peaceful neighbourhood truly shielded you from a lot of life’s challenging aspects and knowing this had happened to a girl, just like you, really shattered your heart. You felt even worse trying to imagine how Jungkook had felt and how horrible the situation was in general. “I pursued law enforcement for her. She’s the reason I’m where I am today. I’m not asking for your pity, or excusing my actions but I want you to understand. Every time I start falling in love with someone, I pull away because no matter how tough I look, I can’t deal with loss.”

“I thought pushing you away would protect myself and that was incredibly selfish, and I’m sorry. I thought that I could do this, that’s why I confessed but the moment I was alone with my thoughts again, I realised I couldn’t. But for you, I’m willing to try. I’ll put everything I have into this, all I ask is that you forgive me for the colossal asshole I’ve been lately.” Jungkook held your hands in his and you giggled through the tears after he’d insulted himself and Jungkook felt his heart swell at you.

“Alright but from now on, just give me the worst of you and we’ll deal with it together.” “Deal.” Jungkook inched closer to you, his hands cupped your face as he wiped the remnants of your tears. With your faces barely a centimetre apart, you could really see the pain in his eyes and all you wanted to do was kiss it away. So you did. Dragging his head down by his neck, you gave Jungkook a soft kiss on the lip that barely lasted a second but he needed more.

Jungkook had opted to rest one of his hands on the back of your stool, the other on your cheek as he kissed you deeper. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.” Jungkook whispered out in-between kisses. “Nap with me and I’ll forgive you.” Jungkook chuckled before placing one last peck on your lips. He wrapped your legs around his torso and lifted you up smoothly. You squealed in shock but Jungkook ignored it, his mind solely on getting you back in his bed. You really did nap, and you enjoyed it quite a bit, after all his arms were the comfiest pillow.

#jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #bts #bts fic #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts smut

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sambergscott · 5 years ago

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a little drabble inspired by this message from @fourdrinkamy ant how big and alert mac’s eyes are!! i'm gonna go cry again

it’s crazy that waking up at 6.30am is considered a lie in for him now. with a newborn, who is half-santiago, long gone are the days he’d sleep in til noon. most days he’s up before it’s even light outside. his coffee intake has more than quadrupled, but it’s totally worth it to hang out with the baby they wanted for so long.

his bed is empty, which is a little unusual. amy likes to stay in bed with mac in the mornings and snuggle under the covers and finish last night’s crossword together (she gives him the clues and pretends he knows the answer, booping him on his lil nose before filling in the appropriate boxes) (it’s the cutest thing in the entire world).

he fumbles for the baby monitor on his nightstand, blindly turning it on. it crackles, then he hears amy’s laughter.

he’s always loved her laugh. the way her eyes crinkle in the corners, the way she tilts her head, the way she keeps a not-so-secret note in her phone of the funniest things he’s said (she started it when he was in florida) (it was rosa’s idea to help ease the pain of missing him) (whenever he catches her adding to it he falls in love even more and gets brainstorming on the next joke).

he still thinks about their undercover date as johnny and dora when she said him making her laugh was how she knew he was the one. he’s always been the class clown (or now, precinct clown) (terry literally hired him to be a clown at cagney and lacey’s 3rd birthday party) but ever since he met her outside that elevator, he’s really only cared about making one person laugh.

her.

thrilled that their son has inherited his comedic talents, and already missing his 2 favourite people, he hops out of bed and heads for the nursery, leaning against the door frame to take in the tableau.

amy is in the rocking chair her mom and dad gave them (it was the one they used for all their babies and as amy was their only daughter, they thought it was the perfect baby gift), mac swaddled in her arms. she has her phone out, showing him something, and mac’s big, alert eyes are staring right at it, a tiny baby smile tracing his lips.

“thought we had a no screen time before 9am rule?”

she glances up at him, her own smile widening. “i guess motherhood has turned me into a rebel”

“oh yeah, you’re a total rebel” he teases, thinking back to yesterday when they went to ikea for some finishing touches to the nursery and she made him walk all the way round to go back and get something they forgot, just so they weren’t walking against the direction of the arrows. “what’s so important that it’s got you breaking rules, santiago?”

“oh, nothing” she shrugs, acting cool. “just showing him some pictures”

he narrows his eyes suspiciously. call it detective intuition. “what pictures?”

“just some ones of you, doesn’t matter”

he pieces together the final piece of the puzzle (metaphorically, of course, because he always loses at least one piece and it drives amy crazy that they can never finish a 2,000 piece puzzle that they’ve spent days working on). “YOU’RE SHOWING HIM THE NOSE RING PHOTO!”

“what? no” she says way too quick and he can see through her lies like the perp he arrested last week that denied stabbing a guy, despite holding a knife and being covered in blood

“you swore you would never tell anyone!”

“and i’ve kept that promise all these years! i just got my phone out to take a picture of him making a cute face and then my phone said my storage was full, you know, because i’ve been taking so many pictures of him, and then i was going back and deleting stuff from my camera roll when i found it”

“i have never felt more betrayed. and by my own wife” he makes a noise of disgust

“i’m sorry, babe, but it’s just so funny. he loves it, look”

he walks over to them and watches as amy swipes right to a random picture of some binders and then left, back to the nose ring photo, mac’s face lighting up at the offending image

“you think laughing at daddy is cool, pal?” he points an accusing finger at mac who makes a gurgling happy sound (that’s not quite a laugh yet, but is the closest baby version to it and is his new favourite sound in the world) (even better than taylor’s bridge in last kiss and the way amy says his name whenever he’s done something sweet)

“only when he has long hair and a nose ring” amy responds on mac’s behalf

“hilarious” he deadpans, rolling his eyes. he cut his hair years ago and yet his wife will not let him live it down

“you tell him embarrassing stories about me!” she cries

“amy, all your embarrassing stories are that you got an a- on a test once or you solved a case in two weeks instead of one or your ponytail wasn’t quite as shiny as it usually is. it’s not nose ring level embarrassing”

“fine,” she concedes “i apologise, i won’t bring it up again. unless he wants a nose ring, in which case it is my duty as his mom to show him how dumb he’d look”

“fine,” he agrees, ignoring the hurtful comment. he actually looked super cool and he scored one whole date because of the nose ring until it got infected and he had to take it out and the girl was no longer interested. whatever. her loss. he ended up with his dream girl anyway

“want to hold him and make friends again while i go change into something not covered in baby spit-up?”

“always.” he carefully accepts the precious cargo, bouncing him gently in his arms. he kisses amy before she leaves the room, squashing mac in between them, and spends the next 20 minutes showing mac all his amy photos, the 9am rule be damned

(yeah, he’s a rebel too. he once had a freakin’ nose ring)

when amy returns in clean clothes and her natural curls that she hasn’t bothered taming since mac was born, she raises her eyebrows. “showing him embarrassing photos of me? low blow, peralta”

“i’m actually not, santiago,” he says snarkily, then murmurs “i couldn’t find any” under his breath

“then why have you still got a screen in front of him?” she rests one hand on her hip

“i’m showing him normal pictures of you. he needs to see how pretty his mom is, babe! it’s a rite of passage! like a bar mitzvah”

she gets this soft look on his face despite herself and he would pat himself on the back if he weren’t holding his son

“for the record,” he adds, “he thinks his mom is suuuuper pretty. the prettiest mom in the entire world”

“he told you that did he?” she laughs

“mm-hmm. we’re bros so he confided in me, he probably wouldn’t say it again while you’re around but he’s definitely thinking it”

“well thank you my little macaroni,” she coos and honest to god, the nickname (of his nickname) was only supposed to be a joke at first, but now it’s kind of stuck and their entire family are calling him macaroni

(charles loves it)

(the first time hitchcock and scully heard it, on the other hand, they thought someone had brought in a delicious bowl of macaroni and cheese and were highly disappointed that they were just talking about the baby again, storming back to their desks in a huff)

“i think you’re very handsome too, mr mac”

“i told you, ames. he’s liquid fire. liquid. fire.”

she laughs again and mac gurgles and he thinks that if he can spend his entire life doing that, making his 2 favourite people laugh, then they’re going to be ok

#my writing #jake x amy #b99 fics

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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1149

What is your age? 22, but there’s less than a month to go before I turn 23.

What annoys you? Literally every single person who still supports the government at this point. For context, we are back to square one and we’re under the exact same quarantine imposed in March 2020 because of the surge in cases. Nothing has changed and nothing has been done in the last 365 days while people are getting hungrier and poorer. I’m done feeling hopeful for this country and I cannot wait to abandon it forever.

Do you have any allergies? Apparently, grass. Can’t be exposed to it for too long otherwise the skin on my thighs turn red and occasionally even get rashes.

Do you know anyone named Billy? Kind of, but they’re girls with their name spelled as Billie.

When is your birthday? April 21st and spending it in quarantine once again this year...

Who is your best friend(s)? Angela and Andi.

What's your favorite candy? I like gummy bears and worms. As for sweets, I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfinger, Twix, and the Hershey’s Cookies and Creme bar.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe a day or two ago while watching a snippet from Caught in Providence.

Have you been out of the country? Yes.

Do you daydream? Not so much these days. I’ve been better at keeping my focus at work.

What's your favorite kind of dog? I love alllllll dogs, but I’d usually be wary of smaller dogs because 87% of the times I’ve met some, they’re aggressive or a bit moody. I don’t like stereotyping dogs as much as possible but because I’ve had direct experiences to back it up anyway, *shrug*

What day of the week is it? It’s a Sunday.

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, poached, or an omelette with lots of fillings. Balut is also great.

Have you ever been in the emergency room? Only when I was born, I’m guessing.

What's the easiest thing ever to do? Idk, what comes easy to me might not be the same for others. But my answer would be to smile, regardless if it were genuine or otherwise.

Have you ever flown in a plane? Yeah, many times. The child-like excitement I get whenever I get on one will probably never go away, either.

Do you use fly swatters? No, my mom usually uses old shoebox covers or rolled-up scratch papers we have lying around to swat them.

Have you ever used a foghorn?: Only in video games lol, never in real life.

Have you pet a goat? I don’t think I have. I’ve pet lots of animals before but I don’t think a goat has been one of them yet.

Are you a giver or a taker? Giver, but I’ve been allowing myself to take more these days.

Do you like gummy candies? Love them.

How are you? We’ve entered summer weather now, so I feel hot and miserable. It’s also Sunday and I am stuck at home, which doesn’t make me the happiest camper.

What's your height? 5′1″ or a tiny tiny tiny bit taller than that.

What color is your hair? It’s black but on extremely rare occasions I’ll catch a single light brown strand when I play with my hair.

What's your favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream and chocolate chip cookie dough. My friend Leigh actually started her own ice cream shop recently and I bought her coffee crumble ice cream, and it is sooooooooo fuckinggggggggg good??????? It’s so rare to find coffee ice cream where I live period, so I’m fucking stoked to have a close friend who makes literally the best one and in generous servings too.

Have you ever ice skated? Many times as a kid. I was never formally trained, but it was something I wanted to try from watching other kids play in mall ice skating rinks; and when I did give it a shot, I ended up enjoying it. Luckily my mom was encouraging and actually frequently dropped me off at a rink so I can practice gliding and all for a few hours while she ran errands.

Have you cheated the IRS? That’s like an American tax thingy, right? We don’t have that here and my employer handles my TIN.

What's your favorite jelly bean? Not a big fan but if I had to have Jelly Belly, I obviously would want to get the pleasant-tasting ones.

Do you tell jokes? Yes.

Do you wear nice jewelry? Only on special occasions.

Do you want to kill anybody? I don’t want to kill anybody but I certainly wish a good number of public officials would finally die.

Do you want to have kids? Yes. I really wish I could still have a future with them. Thanks for the trauma, my real asshole of an ex.

Where did you have kindergarten? Somewhere.

Are you laidback? I doubt my friends would use this to describe me. I for sure lean more towards the uptight side of the spectrum.

Do you lie? Eh, occasionally.

When is the last time you sent a hand-written letter? I have no idea. Christmas 2019 maybe?

Ever talked in a microphone? Sure. Many times.

Do you still watch Disney Movies? I very rarely get in the mood for them if I’m by myself, but yes, I’d gladly sit down and watch should an opportunity come.

Do you like mangoes? No.

Do you have a nickname? 99% of people call me Robyn while my family calls me Byn, but there are a select few friends who’ve stayed long enough with me to catch other names I’ve gotten over the years, which have since become inside jokes/nicknames. There’s Reben and Rolayn, and literally just yesterday ‘Roby’ happened when I ordered food for lunch so that will probably catch on as well.

What’s your favorite number? 4.

Do you prefer night over day? Absolutely.

Are you an only child? No, I’m two siblings away from that status.

Do you wish this was over? I haven’t felt that way, no.

What is the closet orange object near you? An orange tumbler my Kuya gave me as a Christmas gift in 2019. There is also orange tape wrapped around the charger adaptor of my company laptop.

What one fear are you most paranoid about? Waking up in the middle of surgery and being unable to speak nor move.

Do you play any instruments? Nope.

Do you think you are pretty? Some days.

Are you quick to judge people? No, unless they are already blatantly showing their character like being rude towards service staff, tossing their trash to the ground, or cutting in queues. Whenever those things happen I give myself the space and freedom to guiltlessly judge.

What do you keep quiet about? How dysfunctional my family really is, and the things I really want to say about Gabie.

Do you have any quirks? Food-wise, I like peeling off the breading from fried chicken and placing them on the side of my plate so I can eat them last, because they’re my favorite part.

What’s a good reason to cry? Frustration. Crying can be really helpful in lessening stress.

Do you think you're always right? No.

Do you watch reality TV? Not religiously, but I love watching snippets of reality shows on Facebook because they’re all so embarrassing and it’s hilarious to watch hahahahah. Literally last night I was watching clips of Big Ed on 90 Day Fiance.

Are you a social person? More so now than I was years ago.

What states have you lived in? I lived in Manila briefly but it didn’t take long till we transferred to another city for a more peaceful life in the suburbs.

What is your favorite season? I wanna say winter because of what I’ve seen from it in movies and shows, but I’ve never actually experienced it before.

When did you last sleep in a tent? Sometime in March or April last year.

Do you like tomatoes? Mostly in diced form. Tomato sauce is fine but I don’t really like it in my pasta. Bloody Mary also tastes rather awful.

What time did you wake up? 8:30 AM.

Do you have an umbrella in your car? I think so, yeah. I finally placed one in there lmao.

Do listen to Usher? Eh, not really. 2000s R&B isn’t my thing, save for Beyoncé.

Describe the underwear your wearing? It’s light blue.

What’s the worst veggie? I never learned to like pechay. I’d still eat it, but only because I like cleaning up my entire plate.

Do you like movies with violence? Some. Like I hate action movies but I enjoyed A Clockwork Orange and Scream lol.

Where do you want to go on vacation? I recently bookmarked an Airbnb in Zambales and the accommodation is basically this super cute line of tipi-styled huts by the beach. I'd love to have a solo trip push through once this Covid mess subsides.

Ever been on a wave runner? No.

Where do you work? I work in a PR company.

Do you wish on stars? Just sometimes.

Have you ever had an x-ray? Only for mandatory medical exams.

Do you own a xylophone? I think I had a toy one as a kid, but it’s not with me anymore.

Have you watched the x-games? No, not interested.

What did you do yesterday? I stayed at home; ordered food for Angela as a surprise; debated if I should buy a pair of Air Maxes – and ultimately decided I’ve already spent too much this month to deserve a new pair of shows lol; and just settled to buy a new night lamp for my bedroom. I also watched the newest episode of 2 Days 1 Night and ate more of Leigh’s ice cream while doing work.

Do you like the color yellow? Only in mustard yellow. I also like the song Yellow, heh.

What year were you born?: 1998.

Do you believe in the zodiac? No.

Has your bank account been at zero? No. I remember when I was first opening my own account at the bank and the clerk told me to make sure I don’t go below P2,000, and my intensely by-the-book ass has been following the rule ever since, even though my dad has told me it’s absolutely fine to go below it so long as I have P2,000 back in the account after a month hahaha.

Ever been to the zoo? A few.

#survey #surveys

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kariachi · 4 years ago

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It’s time for another Pern Au of the Month! September’s AU is ‘a universe in which dragons take at least a decade to mature’ which let me tell ya threw me a bit. Normally I’ve got ideas by the time I finish reading the post, but not this time. But, I’ve not missed a month yet, so let’s see what I can put together...

We’re gonna be taking a few of the ideas mentioned in the ‘here’s your shit for the month’ post, just to have something to work off of. Namely, we’re starting with ‘does time spent in the egg count’ and working our way along from there.

Short Answer: No, time spent in the egg doesn’t count against time needed to reach maturity.

Long Answer: Dragons take about a decade to mature on top of a solid five years in the egg, because my mother decided to be nice and talk me down from ten.

Downside- this drops the maximum number of eggs a queen can produce in her lifetime by a hell of a margin. But, we can mollify that a little by saying that Intervals don’t have a reduced clutching rate. Your gold will lay a clutch of eggs every five years, starting somewhere between the ages of ten and fifteen, right up until they stop Rising- which is generally about when doing so would impact their rider’s health.

Now, another problem, this means queens are gonna be on their eggs pretty much all the time. Does this affect the Weyrleadership? I really don’t want to be putting bronzes in charge of shit...

But then, do the golds need to leave the Sands to handle shit? They’re psychic and have Command...

Do humans fill enough of the socialization needs of young dragons to take over as main caretakers, or is that a job dragons would need to handle...

Okay, we’re doing a complete overhaul you guys because I have an image in my head that I think I am going to work towards here!

We’re adding a rank, say Greys for the sake of the naming scheme and ease. Like a midway point between greens and golds they’re infertile and don’t flame, about as common as browns but closer in size to bronzes and similarly can only take Command from queens. They are a very specific rank with a very specific job and that is childcare. We’re already going to be dealing with a lower population, so we can’t spare more than what’s nessecary from the fighting ranks, and the queens are going to be tending and guarding eggs for most of their lives, so we need somebody to keep an eye on and raise the babies. Having a whole rank for the job makes at least as much sense as having a single Weyrlingmaster and a few assistants to handle what could be over sixty weyrlingpairs ranging in age from ‘hatched yesterday’ to about ‘to graduate’ all at the same time.

So we have grey dragons, and their entire job is to raise to teach the babies for the ten years before they reach maturity. Which means now we’ve gotta look at stuff like Impression so we know what all that entails...

Okay, so, we cannot keep candidacy the same. We can’t. The entire point of bringing them in young is so they get maximum time and the whole ‘ten years before they can fly Thread’ thing is not going to help that. If you want twenty-year-olds flying Thread then you’d have to be having small children Stand and just. No. No. Babies are not ready for that.

So, fuck it, candidacy is no longer a thing. They tried it in the First Pass, it Did Not Work How They Wanted, and by the Ninth Pass they’ve tossed the whole mess. Babies do the firelizard ‘impressing to my fair for my youth’ thing and then grow up happily bouncing around and being children alongside the weyrbrats, one of whom they’ll eventually Impress to. They don’t have to, technically, they can stay bonded amongst themselves, but they can’t fly Thread otherwise due to logistics issues and the wonkiness with mating flights is not pretty if they don’t have another mind to even them out.

An unImpressed dragon that goes on a mating flight has their brain sort’ve go, sideways. It’s not fun, they tend to get lost, occasionally try to jump Between home which goes about as well as trying to Between immediately following a stroke, just not pretty. So they tend to find somebody within their first twenty years to form that solid bond with.

Actually, since we’re mixing things up, I’m gonna take something from a different au I have- you can’t Impress unwittingly or against your will or whatever. The whole thing is like a marriage proposal, with the dragon very formally asking and the human giving a yes or no. Because it’s not an event happening to everybody all at once it doesn’t warrant a feast, but newly bonded pairs generally get much celebration from the greys and their riders and anyone else close to them. Possibly we could even throw symbolism in there, traditional stuffs, there’s a load of cultural things that could come from that. Plus, it adds another dimension to the whole ‘riders don’t marry’ thing.

Of course one side effect of dragons and humans growing up together and making their own matches as informed teens/adults is that dragons here are probably much more open to speaking with humans. Not sure what effect that would have on relations between Hold and Weyr (and shards there would be an even worse culture shock between the two, with this new set-up meaning riders probably don’t need to go on Search, as if the gap wasn’t enough before).

Weyrlingmasters are probably a collection of retired fighting pairs that train up the new fighting pairs, probably after the tenth birthday or after bonding, depending on the pair. Grey weyrlings end up under the wings of the other greypairs (I can’t help picturing them as just, full childcare specialists, greys managing the dragons and their riders running the creche, and it’s not even like you can claim ‘predetermined’ shit because their bonding would’ve literally been a choice between the two of them based on their own interests and desires). Golds under golds. Learn from the fuckers doing your jobs. And since dragons have friends and such and golds will be sharing the Sands the majority of the time queenriders are probably opened up to have a firmer hold on the actual running of things, dealing with Holds, yadda yadda yackity-smackity.

Let’s see, original post mentions benefits to taking longer to mature....

Okay, so, long maturing time means slower growth so they don’t really need all the oiling canon dragons have. They still gotta moisturize but it’s not like you’re oiling them thrice a day began they gained four inches between breakfast and lunch. Also, can have part of that growing energy go into developing armored hides. They can keep the soft underbelly, but their upper sides can have thick scutes or plating or whatever. This also helps with the lower numbers, as armored dragons are less likely to be grounded by Threadscore, or even really inconvenienced. Unless their rider, eye, or wing is hit they can jump Between, come back, keep on trucking like nothing happened. Let the greens and blues last a full Fall and we’re golden.

#dragonriders of pern #pern au monthly #does this make sense?#i don't know anymore #do i care?#not particularly

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yi-jaesang · 4 years ago

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this should have been posted yesterday but my phone has the white screen of death and nothing would fix it so here it is, a day (and year...) late but oh well, imaginations exist for this reason shhh.

this goes along with this post. and when it switches to monospace, i tried to also write from his older sister’s pov in this one as well.

Jae gets a birthday text from Sunwoo after not speaking to the other since Christmas Eve.

Having a hair stylist as an older sister always had it’s perks and it’s annoyances -- running the gamut from always having someone to trim up your hair or professionally dye it when you wanted to change something up to being stuck as a Guinea pig whenever they wanted to experiment or practice and ...the peskiness of an intrusive older sibling over your shoulder as they worked. Jae was never one to mind being stuck getting his hair messed with, in fact the act usually helped put him at a more calmful ease so he was normally pretty open to it. Today had been one of those days..at first. Woken up with a breakfast ready that he hadn’t had to prepare for once, his birthday was off to as good a start as most years aside from the low feeling in both his gut and the depths of his soul. He still hadn’t spoken a word to Sunwoo since the other had informed Kian and himself that they’d be ditching them that Christmas. Bailing on their years and years of traditions. Ditching Jae on his first Christmas back with all of them. Sunwoo hadn’t used those exact words but they hadn’t needed to. That was the gist of the choice and Jae had immediately closed off to the other and that’s exactly where he planned on staying. He really meant that little to someone who he would quickly count as the most important person to him, outside of his family or not? He really meant so little to someone he’d literally die for if need be? Someone he’d allowed himself to be the one grabbed by the nags in blue, cuffed and booked, in order to make sure Sunwoo’s secret remained protected? Forget them then. Jae didn’t need them. Jae needed no one. Or at least that’s what he was telling himself in order to ignore the icy pain his entire body had been in these past few days since that night. He was just going through the motions a lot lately, still spending the holiday with his family along with Kian and his, and even Sunwoo’s family still. Still keeping up the appearance the persona that most everyone knew him best for: I just don’t give a fuck. Anger had led him to trying his best to get Kian to see what Sunwoo did as more than just ‘’one Christmas missed’’. Anger had led him to momentarily ensure that Sunwoo would lose not one, but the pair. But...that wasn’t fair. Not to Kian. Kian didn’t deserve a placement in the middle and despite what Jae felt, he wasn’t going to put him there so he’d made sure to tell Kian that just because Jae wasn’t speaking to Sunwoo and had no desire to ever again do so, didn’t mean that his own friendship needed to end as well. He didn’t have to take Jae’s anger on his own shoulders as well. Fuck, the boy had enough on his shoulders all the time as is. He didn’t need more. Plus, Jae was good at surviving under a crushing amount of life on his own shoulders for 15+ years now, he’d be fine on his own.

On his own. Exactly how he pretty much felt now that for him, the trio was a duo. Sunwoo had pretty much in Jae’s eyes, saved his life in juvie. They hadn’t needed to step in and get involved when they realized what the language barrier between Jae, the guards, the wardens and pretty much anyone they all sent in to try and deal with the young kid, was causing but they had. They’d stepped in and they had translated. They hadn’t needed to keep quiet when Jae had broken down in their shared space after a visit from his sister had left him feeling absolutely in pieces. Beyond devastated and feeling like a complete worthless letdown, Jae had laid facing the wall and just cried himself into exhaustion, dehydration, and the worst migraine he had still ever felt to this day. (The crying yourself into a scary level of dehydration wasn’t as foreign to him anymore though. It happening a few rare times while gone in the military and as recent as Christmas Eve) If something like that show of complete weakness had gotten out into the pod, he would have been a target despite the way most seemed to semi avoid him after a few fights involving Jae. Sunwoo had witnessed it all and no one had ever heard even a peep about it. Jae felt like he owed him so much more than the years of watching their back and friendship he had provided in return and even now that it felt like things were irreparable, he knew he’d forever feel in debt to his best friend Sunwoo. He also knew he’d probably always feel this slice of emptiness now too. Sunwoo and Kian were as much a part of what made him who he was as he himself was. They were both crucially important to his life and it felt impossible to come to terms with what was going on but with a temper like Jae’s, this was just...how it had to be.

So, everything was great so far on his birthday aside from that. Honestly, it was barely even felt too. It was so miniscule that his day was going absolutely amazing so far.

Or, at least that’s what he’d tell anyone. At least that’s what anyone would believe if they looked at him or spent time with him. He was good at faking it and today so far had been no different.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 ��𝚊-𝚁𝚊𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚙 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎’𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗...𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗; 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙹𝚊𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚟𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚊𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 -- 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 “𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗” 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.) 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛...𝙽𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚐.

𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝙽𝚊-𝚁𝚊𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍?

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚂𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙽𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍...𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘...𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 ��𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.

His phone had been buzzing nonstop it seemed like, as pretty common on people’s birthdays. Texts, video calls, phone calls, social media notifications, the device was lively enough. The only thing missing was the one thing Jae felt like he wouldn’t be seeing this year. Any of the sort from Sunwoo. He probably wouldn’t even show later to spend any time with him or with the family for New Year’s Eve. Jae knew Sunwoo knew him enough to know that Jae was angry. Jae knew that Sunwoo also knew him enough to know how violate a thing that could be to navigate and so he figured the silence between them would just..be how it would forever be now. Some point during his time under Na’s care, it came. He hadn’t deleted or blocked the contact. Hadn’t edited it in any sort either.

the contact image, the same.

the contact name, still the kanji Jae had once again set Sunwoo and Kian’s contacts as again recently.

Happy Birthday, Jae 🎉 I hope it's a good one.

For how long he sat there looking at on first his lock screen and then his notification bar after his phone had decided him staring at it so intensely must mean he wanted face id to open sesame, Jae would never be sure. Anger was the first emotion that replaced the blitz attack of happiness when the buzz had first come and he had realized it was from his best friend. Was this an attempt to make sure his day sucked? Did Sunwoo want Jae to be in a bad mood on his BIRTHDAY of all days? Was it funny to imagine riling up Jae?

No...Sunwoo wasn’t like Jae in that manner. They’d never do something like this maliciously. This was...exactly what it looked like. A text wishing him a happy birthday. An offer of hope that his day was good. And with how formal it read, Jae was a hundred percent certain that Sunwoo really did in fact know how angry Jae was. Was finally certain that Sunwoo at least seemed to understand what was going on. That they really grasped the fact that things were not okay between them now. And yet, even with years and years of knowing how Jae was...Sunwoo had still sent the text.

Did the Hope of the trio feel hope that their friendship would find it’s way back someday?

When he opened it, his anger was intending on it being so that the text would read as seen. So that if Sunwoo would look, they’d feel ignored. Maybe feel like they didn’t matter. Like they were something easy to brush off. Much like Jae had felt since the moment he had learned Sunwoo had made plans on top of pre-existing plans. On his first Christmas back no less. But the longer he sat there and stared at the screen once it was open, the less his resolve felt. He missed his best friend. God, did he miss them even when his anger would be boiling the hottest. Kian could only give Jae so much of his time, the boy always needing to be at one shift or another, something Jae of all people definitely understood given his own work history and Jae would never try and push for more hang out time, not from Kian. Kian was the baby, he was meant to be protected and cared for the most out of any of them. Kian was supposed to be kept happy at all cost and lately, Jae knew the in-fighting was dragging him down and that tonight would suck for Kian more than anyone that was a lie, it would be hardest on the birthday boy when yet again, Sunwoo didn’t join them for not just one but a night of double celebration as they celebrated Jae’s birth and welcomed a new year. Jae was nowhere near the point where he’d be open to talk to Sunwoo about any of it but...

He hadn’t been aware that the sigh he felt ripple through his body had come out alarmingly audible until he heard a quiet sad one behind him. Not even the sense that something was troubling his sister drew his gaze away from his screen though even if just a quick peek at the mirror in front of him wouldn’t have been too much trouble to look at her. His gaze still remained steadily glued, the words a bit blurry by now as his eyes tired from the constant focus on them. No, what made him realize his sister had been both reading over his shoulder and watching his reactions was when her voice washed over him in the softness that was mostly only heard when she spoke their native tongue, the Korean making him feel even more homesick and heartsick as it drifted from over his shoulder and touched at his ears.

𝙸𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

It was sweet and sour all at once, the exact way his beautiful butterfly as he called her was built to be. Silence was what she was met with but it wasn’t shocking, not with Jae’s personality. It was a complicated situation and even if Jae hadn’t given his sister even a single detail about what was going on, she still knew how to get inside the ice block he kept himself in when it came to emotions at times. Still knew how to pierce straight through it and rip at the fragile strings of his heart.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

For a moment, his gaze finally wavered as it slid from his phone screen to the mirror, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the difference. His mouth opened to argue that she didn’t know what was going on and to shut up but a hard tug on a strand of his hair stalled the words his sister probably had predicted the second he looked at her.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝, 𝙹𝚊𝚎-𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

He heard the stress on the single word near the end.

“𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙶𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎...𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝...𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗.”

It was barely five minutes later, his gaze back on his phone’s screen when a loud thud that only two things in the world -- a team of federal agents or Kian’s foot -- were capable of making echoed throughout the house. A breath later and which one of the two was made obvious as a bellow for the ‘’birthday bitch’’ to show his ‘’ugly face’’ echoed just as loudly.

And there it was. A reason. An excuse. Letting out a pent up breath of air that took a little tension out of his body, his fingers were quick before he locked the phone and shoved it into his front pocket as he unfolded from the chair, giving his sister a kiss on the cheek as he breezed past, a smile on his face that lightened up the darkness in his eyes as he took the stairs three at a time in search of his best friend and the lunch he hard ordered. Maybe some birthday kimbap rolls had found their way into the order from Grandma if he was lucky...

“You just lost a star on Yelp, I’m cute! Just look at this hair!”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚊-𝚁𝚊𝚎’𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

「 text 」 thanks...

「 text 」 don’t forget to bring mason with you tonight. kian and dae will be pissed.

#this got LONG but i couldn't stop once i started oops rip #「 self.」 외유내강 ( a steel hand in a velvet glove )

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chlorue · 4 years ago

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here’s to never growing up

a little shameless fic to sooth your troubles.

Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Description: It was finally Franny's fifth birthday. What did Ian do? Spent two weeks planning it. The party is full of disapproving PTA moms and a new friend for Ian. Ian had spent weeks planning this party and he was damn well sure it was going to turn out well.

word count: 2,814

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The sun was bright today. The rays shining on the Gallagher backyard. Ian was frantically running around the backyard making sure everything was in line for his niece's 5th birthday. The entire backyard was decked out in whatever leftover party decorations Ian could find in the basement. Small party tables with fun tablecloths were placed around. Balloons were everywhere. Ian found a pile of streamers in Carl's room and placed them on the stairs and tables. There was no necessary theme to the party, it was just Ian felt obligated to go all out. He had Lip get the cake, Liam to get the other food, Carl to get party favors that weren’t weed, and Mickey to keep Franny and Debbie away from the house. So far everything was looking up.

Ian was sitting on the steps looking at his phone waiting for someone to text him that something was wrong. He would look at his phone lock screen every few seconds, see nothing there, and put back down next to him. Finally his phone dinged. He rushed to pick it up. It was from a small group chat he put together.

the one who sold weed once

hey are we serving alcohol at this party????

the one with a son

Nah, half of us can’t even drink, recovering alcoholic and the lithium thing

the smart one

What about all the PTA moms?

the one with a son

They’ll just have to get over it.

Okay, can you all shut up? This is a five year olds party, we’ll be drinking the soda Liam

gets.

It seemed everyone got the message because they stopped texting. Ian sighed and leaned back. He tried to drown out the sound of buzz on the streets. Luckily Frank was nowhere to be found, he hadn’t been for the past few days. Something shocked Ian out of his small trance. There were voices that were familiar coming down the street. Ian stood up to see Tami with Fred on her and Lip a few paces behind her with a white box in his hands.

“Hey fuckwad!” Lip called when he spotted Ian. Tami swatted him, most likely for the language. “Sorry.” Lip apologized. Lip set the box on a table and pulled his little brother into a hug. Ian pulled away and patted Fred on the head.

“Thanks so much for getting this, you two are amazing!” Ian opened the box to see a rectangular pink cake that had swirly white writing. Happy Birthday Franny! It was perfect and Ian let a small weight off his shoulders.

“Eh, you just owe us for Fred’s 5th birthday.” Tami patted her son's head.

“I can do that.” Ian sighed and smiled. They both looked to be doing better. He had heard about the fight they got into at his wedding and was glad to see them back together. Lip had sent him too many pictures of the house and Fred.

The back door swung open, startling all three of them, revealing Carl and Liam. “What’s up whores!” Carl yelled. Lip, Tami, Ian, and Liam collectively sighed.

“We really need to have a talk about language in this family.” Tami sighed. Ian nodded and took a seat at the table. Liam and Carl made their way down with a lot of bags.

They set them on the table just in time for Mickey to stroll in. Liam started pulling bags of chips out and Lip told him where to put it. “Carl, are you just gonna stand there?” Ian cocked an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked and Ian groaned. Lip saw his brother's stress and took Carl away from the table. Tami took Liam and the rest of the bags away from the poor man.

Another presence slipped into the chair next to him and kissed his head. Mickey. Ian pulled his head up to see his husband. He smiled for a second before realizing. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, comforting my stressed out husband?” Mickey smiled.

“Where is Franny? And Debbie?” Ian looked frantically around the backyard. The party wasn’t really a surprise. Ian had asked Debbie two weeks ago if he could plan it, but Ian didn’t expect to really take over his life. He really wanted to be special for the little girl. “You were supposed to be keeping them occupied!” He groaned.

“Calm down hotstuff, did you happen to look at the time?” Mickey cupped Ian’s face and made him face Mickey. Ian was confused, mad and shocked all at the same time. Once Mickey let him out of his hold Ian pulled his phone from his back pocket. The time read 1:45. The party was starting in 15 minutes.

“Fuck.” Ian sighed. Ian had been so focused on things going wrong he must’ve lost track of time. “I’m sorry, I’m just really stressed. I want her to like this.” Ian pulled his hands down his face and faced his husband.

“Dude, she’s 5, she got excited by my name tag yesterday, I think this will fill her to the brim with joy.” Mickey rubbed his shoulder. Ian felt better knowing Mickey was next to him. “Jesus you are tense.”

“Hey Ian!” Tami’s voice broke through the small silence. “People are arriving!”

“Let them in.” He called behind him. Tami gave a thumbs and went back inside. “Well, our backyard is about to be filled with every mom and her kid from Franny’s school, you ready?” Ian asked.

“Jesus, ready for the dirty looks at my hands? I’m used to it by now, so I guess.” Mickey kissed Ian’s cheek before getting up. “Just, uh, holler if you need help. Please don’t put any more stress on yourself.” Mickey smiled before stomping up the stairs. He was met with the first kid and mom. The mom smiled at him and he smiled back before moving into the house.

Ian sighed and got out of his chair. “Ian! So nice to see you!” The mom smiled as she approached Ian.

“Mary!” Ian faked a smile. Mary Lynn was a god damn bitch. She never liked Mickey or Ian. She would pretend to be nice to them and Franny only to go over to the other mom’s to talk about how horrible they were. Ian pretended not to care, but sometimes he would rant to Mickey about how much he wanted to punch her. “You look great!” No she didn’t. Ian was resisting the urge to pull her fake blonde hair off her head.

"Chelsea here is so excited to hang out with Franny! I can’t believe she’s turning five, they grow up so fast!” She gave the fakest laugh Ian had ever heard. Ian returned it.

“Yeah, we’re excited too!” Ian wanted so badly for this conversation to be over. “You can go ahead and find a seat, Franny will be out soon.” Ian gave one last fake smile and pulled his hand from her grip. He walked in the back door only to be met with six more PTA moms.

Today was gonna be a long day.

The party was in full swing now. Franny was running around and playing with her friends while their mothers sat at tables talking. Ian was leaning against the chain-link fence watching his niece run around with a big ass smile on her face.

Another presence took its place next to Ian. He turned to see the dark red hair of his little sister. “Hey, you really didn't have to do this, you know?” Debbie smiled.

“Eh, I didn’t have anything else to occupy my time,” Ian smiled and took a drink from his cup. Debbie patted his shoulder and sighed. “You know, you might want to mingle with the moms over there.”

“Oh, god no. I’d rather not inhale the cheap perfume up close.” Debbie laughed.

“Well them maybe you should go hang out with your daughter, I’m gonna head inside, see what other shit Carl has to drink.” Ian patted his sisters head before walking away. He made his way into the Gallagher kitchen to see the rest of the family scattered through. Liam was plastered by the punch bowls, Lip was by the pack and play with Fred, Carl was sitting on the table, and Mickey was leaning next to the fridge.

“Welcome back,” Carl said, not even looking up from his phone. “Drinks and food are over there, we will be serving cake in 40 minutes.” He deadpanned.

Ian pushed his head, forcing Carl to look up and smile. “Oh, hey man!”

Ian smiled and went over to the counter area, not before throwing his cup away. “Hey, are Kev and V coming?” He leaned over to Liam. He invited the neighbors not only because they were some of his best friends and they loved Franny, but for moral support and help as well.

“Yeah, they just had to close up the Alibi.” Liam sighed and continued to stir the punch. Ian ran his hair through his hair. Then a knock came from the door. “That must be them.” Liam said and turned around.

He was right. Veronica and Kevin were strolling in with Amy and Gemma racing in front of them. “What is up to my favorite people in the world!” Veronica exclaimed as she strutted into the kitchen. Kev waved to everyone, but his attention was clearly on the very eager girls who wanted to get outside and see their friends. “God, it has been way too long!"

“You were two nights ago.” Mickey said. Mickey was now over by the Pac-And-Play with Tami. V shushed and he went back to playing with Fred.

“So Ian, how are you holdin’ up. I know PTA moms can be a handful.” V sighed and placed herself next to Ian.

“I think I’ll be fine with you and Kev here. I texted Fiona earlier for a pep talk.”

“Damn Fi, she always gave some sort of pep talk, shitty or not. They fuckin’ worked.” V sighed and laughed.

“God, can parents please name their children something fucking normal. I swear I literally just met a kid named Neptune.” Lip groaned as he swung open the door. “Also Ian, some people want to talk to you.”

Ian groaned. V gave his hand a squeeze and he took a deep breath. Time to venture back into the unknown.

Ian had been outside for about an hour. Turns out what the mothers wanted to talk to him about was alcohol. Whether he was serving it? Where was it stored in the house with the kids? Ian finally got away from it all. He was sitting in a lawn chair in the shade watching Mickey play with Franny.

“Hey do you mind if I sit?” Ian looked up to see a mom he had never really seen before. She was tall and had blonde hair, like most of them. But this blonde looked real. It was in a high ponytail. Her eyes were blue and her makeup was pretty and subtle. She wore a pink bomber jacket, white undershirt and gray pants.

“Oh, yeah sure, go ahead.” Ian smiled and pointed to the chair next to him.

“Thanks, I was getting tired of listening to Jennifer go on about her failing marriage, and you looked lonely.” The woman smiled.

“Did she tell you the reason it’s failing?”

“No, what is it? Something juicy?”

“Nah, he won’t let her drink more than three tequila shots.”

“That doesn’t seem that bad.”

“ A night. ” Ian smirked and the woman laughed. “I’m Ian by the way.” He held his hand out.

“Amara.” She shook his hand. “This is a really nice party, did you plan it all by yourself?”

“Eh, only a little bit. It’s not like it took up my life for about two weeks.” Ian smiled. Amara laughed. She seemed different from the rest of the moms there. She was fit, like really fit, she seemed a tiny bit dorky, but she was nicer than any of the other moms.

“Tell me about it. When my son turned 4 we held this “small” gathering that ended up turning into a whole block party!” Amara laughed.

“Wow, I feel like that happened when I was like 12. Gallaghers knew and know how to party.” Ian smiled.

“You haven’t seen the chaos that is my company.” Amara smiled. “I’m surprised you aren’t serving alcohol today, PTA moms and all.”

“Oh, basically none of us in this family can drink anymore, other than my little brother and my deadbeat father.” Ian sighed. “My older brother and sister are recovering alcoholics and I can’t drink on my meds. It fucks with my lithium.” Ian takes a swig of the Pepsi in his hands.

“Oh, that sucks. But that’s the South Side for you.” Amara sighed. “My wife and I may have moved to the North Side, but we won't forget the weirdos here.”

“Wait, you’re gay? And South Side?” Ian was now even more interested in this Amara. She was gay. No wonder she was so different then the rest of the moms. And she was raised on the south side. She definitely did not look like it.

“Oh, hell yeah! Most of my company is a part of the LGBT community. And yes, born and raised in a foster home here. That is how I met my wife, Callie. She’s over there playing with our son.” She pointed to a woman with dark skin and brown pixie cut. She was playing with a small boy who looked to be about the same age as Fran.

“Very pretty. My husband and I are born and raised as well. In and out of foster and group homes, though.” Ian smiled.

“You’re gay? No wonder the moms despise and love you.” Amara laughed. “Who’s your husband?”

“Him.” He pointed to Mickey who was now swinging Franny around.

“Oh, is he the one the moms are mad at because of his tattoos?” Amara asked and Ian nodded. “I bet they’re fucking dope, my friend did one of my favorite tattoos.” She pulled her sleeve to expose her wrist. On it was what looked like a heart, but it looked like it belonged to a robot. “I have two more, but they’re on my back.”

“I only have two. One is a military thing, and the other is a set of boobs.” Ian sighed at the memory of the failed tattoo.

“Dope!” Amara beamed and they both laughed. “But why boobs?”

“It was supposed to be a memory of my mother, but it went wrong.” Ian smiled.

“Does your husband have any others, other than the knuckle tats?”

“He has one on his forearm, long story. And my name above his heart.” Ian looked back over at his husband. He was laughing and dancing with Franny. Amara cooed and smiled. “Yeah, he did spell my last name wrong.” He looked over to Amara. She sighed and hung her head back.

Suddenly Franny was in front of them. “Uncle Ian! Let’s do the cake. Pwease?” She gave Ina her best puppy dog eyes. Ian laughed and stood up, hoisting her up.

“You comin?” Ian looked at Amara. She smiled and hoisted herself up, tightening her ponytail.

Everything had settled down by 9 PM. Franny was asleep, Lip and Tami left, Liam was downstairs watching TV and Carl was doing who the fuck knows in his room. Ian came into the room from the bathroom to see his husband leaning against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “Well you are a sight for sore eyes.” Ian said leaning against the doorway. Mickey shot his finger up and Ian laughed. He crawled onto the bed and rested himself right next to Mickey.

“Hey, who were you talking to today? The blonde chick?” Mickey started to play with Ian’s hair.

“Don’t get jealous, she has a wife. And her name is Amara, and she is one of the most cool PTA moms I have ever met. She’s South Side too, her and her wife.” Ian smiled at his husband. Mickey looked slightly amused.

“You know, it was really amazing that you did this for Franny, lord know both of us didn’t get the luxury of this.” Mickey sighed.

“Fiona tried her hardest, but I got sick on my 5th birthday.”

“When are you not sick, honestly?” Ian laughed at Mickey’s comment. Mickey smelled nice. A mix of cigarette smoke and soap. It was a smell that reminded Ian of where his home was. He wanted to move out and get a cat and kid with Mickey, but that was a problem for future Mickey and Ian. Ian was focused on Mickey, not realizing that he was slowly falling asleep. He drifted off, but not before pulling Mickey down with him.

“Thank you.”

#shameless #shameless fic #shameless us #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #my fic #my wriitng #all mistakes are my own #mickey and ian #amara and callie may or may not be based off adora and catra

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