#miss dora did u know i love u

[druidgroves]

fancy lady

[bibleofficial]

went to the beach w kp & 4 other indian friends & 3 of us had NEVER surfed before girl WHEW it’s SO fun literally only 20quid to rent a wetsuit & board & i fucking smashed my toes on the sand so much, but also we 1) got the wrong tickets so we got off 1 stop early 2) went to find a bus & the bus that was supposed to be 15 min turned into an HOUR 3) on our way to find a bus back everyone’s phones are dying or dead bc it took us 3hrs longer to get there, cigarettes are out 4) all of the shops in town are closed & the town seems to have ONLY a tesco extra & 1 off license that sells a PACK FOR 15.65 A PACK WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL ITS CHEAPER TO BUY IT FROM TESCO ARE U INSANE 5) the bus back to the other town kept skipping us bc the bus stop wasn’t the ACTUAL bus stop - i had 1 bowl since literally 11a & we got back at fucking 11p 😭😭😭

[elleaitch22]

The Nanny

Chapter 2

A/N: It’s not as long as I wanted it to be, but we finally meet Shuri!

I hope you enjoy! 🤎 Elle

“Aneka, are there any new updates with our cybersecurity?” Shuri questioned, leaning back in her chair.

Aneka shook her head before speaking up, “No, Panther. There are no threats that have come up.”

“Well then,” Shuri began with a nod, “You all are dismissed. Remember to consult with a Dora if you have any concerns.”

Almost 200 people left the meeting room; all who were left were Aneka, Ayo, Okoye, and Shuri.

“Panther, we have found someone to care for the children as Aneka works.” Ayo stated.

Shuri didn’t reply until the door had shut. “For Bast’s sake Ayo. Enough with the formalities.” She rolled her eyes. “Who is it? Someone in the Tribe already?”

“Ah no. Shuri you know I don’t want those people around my children. Too serious. They would never have fun.” Aneka Buhle was known for her playfulness; it was one of the things Ayo loved most about her. For most involved in the Golden Tribe, the life had turned them cold and stoic. Aneka challenges that fact.

“Her name is Rianna Williams. She is from chicago, and she recently moved here from Boston.” Ayo paused. “She came from MIT.” She finished quietly.

It was no secret that Shuri’s first love was science. It was also common knowledge that she had wanted to go to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology since she learned of its existence. She was even set to go there 18 months ago, then Val and her crew swooped in and ruined everything.

Shuri scoffed lowly, “You trust her with the kids? She clearly isn’t too bright if she left MIT willingly.”

Aneka scowled. “I did a full background check. Her parents are dead and her sister won’t speak to her. I doubt she wanted to get into hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt just to become an engineer. Her test scores in high school rivaled yours.”

A few minutes away, Riri was preparing clam chowder for the kids before she got them up from their naps, texting while she waited for the milk to heat up.

Peter Piper: are u sure u dont wanna come back? i’m sure i could sneak u in.

Robyn Rihanna: I’m sure. I just got a new job with this new family. They seem nice, and if it works out, I’ll be back in the fall :)

Peter Piper: ok. he who shant be named stopped by again. I told him i had no clue where u went.

Robyn Rihanna: TYSM!!!!! Please keep it that way. I’ll book you a flight for spring break. Orphans Club Assemble

If there was one thing Riri missed about MIT, it was Peter. He was her only real friend, and they were able to relate to losing all of their loved ones before they were of age. He was her best friend, always looking out for her and stepping in whenever Jacob was disrespectful.

Jacob Michaels was one of the worst people on campus, but he was smooth and rich. Riri played right into his webs. They had moved in together within months, and that was when the real manipulation started.

The relationship was awful and half the reason Riri left Cambridge so quickly.

Peter Piper: See u in 2 months!!!

Riri threw the rest of the dish together quickly, plating the meal as the door opened.

She looked up with a bright smile on her face, before it was wiped off. “Who the hell are you?”

The woman before her was striking. She wore a black suit with pristine loafers. The matching shirt had the first few buttons undone. There was a gold necklace hanging in the opening, and the jewelry was layered with a thin gold chain. And her face. Jesus. She was gorgeous.

The woman smirked, looking Riri up and down before she went to move.

“Wait.” Riri started, holding her hand out while she tried to figure out how to protect the kids. “How did you get in here? Where’s Nosipho? What’d you do to her?”

The woman didn’t answer, just took a step closer to Riri. The tiny girl threw a punch, one that was swiftly caught.

“I don’t like being hit.” The sexy woman answered. She has the same accent as Ayo and Aneka.

Riri scoffed as she swung her other fist. “I don’t like strangers showing up at my job. Speak.” She gritted.

“You’re so cute.” Sexy woman started, “If Ayo and Aneka had told me, I would have introduced myself earlier.” She said, releasing Riri’s wrists. “I am Shuri Udaku, Ayo and Aneka’s boss.” She extended her hand.

Riri rolled her eyes and huffed. “You couldn’t have said that earlier? Smirking and staying quiet like you were about to kill us.”

“SHURI! Don’t scare the girl off! She’s the only one I’ve liked!” Aneka’s voice came from behind Shuri.

Shuri was the one who rolled her eyes, turning towards the couple. “Relax Neka. I was just introducing myself to Ms. Williams.”

“I didn’t tell you my name.” Riri glared at her back.

“I make it a point to know everyone who is around my family.” Shuri replied.

Before Riri could get a word out, Ayo spoke. “Riri, you are not needed for the rest of the day. Feel free to take advantage of the amenities here.”

The two walked out together, and Shuri smirked at Aneka. “You didn’t tell me your new nanny looked like that.”

“Aye Shuri. You were just calling her stupid, and now you want her? Absolutely not. If she ends up hating you, she’ll quit, and I’ll have to stop working.”

“You’re being dramatic, Aneka.” Shuri whined.

Aneka tilted her head at the bullshit coming out of her friend’s mouth. “If you wish to be with Ms. Williams, you’ll need to court her, properly. From my research, I know that she’s been through a great deal already. Do not make this worse for her.”

Shuri stayed in the foyer while Aneka left to get her children. Shuri would woo the girl, make her unable to resist her advances. Rianna Maree Williams would be Shuri’s if it was the last thing she did.

Tag list (no clue if I did this right)

@mal-urameshi @karimwillia @shuriris-stuff

[gcballet]

Finished listening to "Dead Head" - these are the pulpiest books I've read in years I love them. Hard to know how to approach possible spoilers bc Sweetpea only just aired it's first series. They probably won't get as far as adapting "Dead Head" though.

Spoilers below the break and also something about "The Red Notebook" by Antoine Lauraine, "Private Peaceful" by Michael Morpurgo, and "Lessons In Chemistry" by Bonnie Garmus

I didn't think I'd miss Georgia Maguire doing her Ray Winston foetus voice for Ivy, but the Mexican baby voice she gave Matilda made up for it. I was fully just picturing Rhiannon at a cartel safe house playing Sylvanian families with Dora the Explorer.

I listen to these while walking my dog in the morning, and every single scene and chapter, if I relisten, I can picture exactly where in the park I am.

For the final standoff scene of "Dead Head" I literally just sat in the conservatory and listened because GIRL. Your HAND. And during Rhiannon and Raphael fighting those guys I was in the shops buying acrylic paint varnish.

I genuinely love the sincere awareness of weird true crime stans and hibristophiliacs and the meta commentary, warning us off enjoying Rhiannon too much. It reminds me of a video essay I watched on Bojack Horseman - something about the audience being culpable of wanting to see this toxic character go off the rails. I like it, it's smart.

I get the feeling that "Thorn In My Side" might be a lockdown narrative. I'm sure Skuse will do a good job, I just don't enjoy the media we made during them. Didn't have a fun lockdown personally, I don't vibe well with them.

For my book club this month I also read "Private Peaceful" by Michael Morpurgo and boy was that a blast from the past. I remember at least one other English set in my school did that as set group reading way back in 2005.

Side note - why don't Scholastic book fairs for adults exist? Zero vat, book fair popups with Millennial nostalgia. Original concept do not steal.

No idea who in book club put "Private Peaceful" in the jar, but it was appropriate for November I suppose. The audiobook had dreadful interstitial keyboard trumpet music between chapters. Probably it was for back when it was released on tape and the music is to tell the bored ass teacher that the chapter is over.

It was fine. Wasn't exactly "War Horse," though. Very KS3.

So I have repeatedly started and given up on "Lessons In Chemistry" by Bonnie Garmus this year - like four times with both a library book and audiobook, and then, what pops out of the book club jar? "Lessons In Chemistry". I could've spit.

So I pushed through a bit more and there were immediately scenes of "oh the super smart neurodivergent woman gets abused in academia and r*ped"

This isn't fun for me.

And then there's a visceral death scene and brutal depictions of grief.

This is a dark comedy??

I get so bored of period fiction where the conceit is just "DID U KNOW SEXISM USED TO BE WAY WORSE AND PERMISSABLE??? WATCH THIS LOVELY WOMAN SUFFER"

And why is it so long??? The only good thing is it got me to make a lasagna.

So I might not finish it. I'm sure it could get better, but I don't read books to get triggered and depressed. And I recognise that is hypocritical when I'm talking about how great the Sweetpea series is.

And the third one we got for book club is "The Red Notebook" by Antoine Laurain. We normally only get two books but this one and "Private Peaceful" were shorter so three it is. Halfway through it and it's so delightfully Paris in 2007, but annoyingly male gazey in the academic sense of the word. Like an Amelie/While You Were Sleeping mashup.

Got another hour on the audiobook so I'll finished that one tomorrow when I walk the dog, then I'll start "Thorn In My Side"

[mllebabushkat]

☀️ Warrior Nun S2E6 🌙

PSA: i didn't survive this ep lakdsj;gjaskjda

haha my whiplash from Confusion to OH OH YOUNG SUZANNE

AND SHANNON

(wow i missed her and i barely knew her T^T)

so either shannon's older than i expected or superion is younger than i expected???

but more importantly

superion's halo is SO POWERFUL?????

she's got that a) touch of death palm technique Lite Version AND b) nifty overwatch lookin shield scuse me ava when will you

once again OST SLAPS

SHE IS SO BADASS!!,!,!,’cbnncbdbdbfj also cocky hahaha i love her

this fight's fave move: double neck skewer!

firstly, halo rejecting looks GNARLY

secondly, w h y (grief? fully drained? it somehow knew she failed to protect someone due to her own ego? severity of her own moral failing? i want. answers)

The PRIDE in bea’s look as ava talks 🤩 i am hanging on to every single avatrice interaction for my liFE

cam trying to summon the boogeyman is the horror trope i didn't know i needed ahahaha

MICHAEL'S GOT A NUKE tony stark lookin ass

"we are not both dying over some interdimensional power grab" u tell em!!!!1 (such a frustrating and common trope, why must the hero always be the sacrificial lamb for some lofty goal?)

yo that is one DIRTY look bea gave him tho lmfao

on today's episode of bullying william: "foster" what a dumb name L u delusional little shit

cut to vincent el bastardo

"and we shall contact god by text" the ABSURDITY PFFF

*what's in the box voice* what did adriel sayyyyyy????

obligatory fuck off adriel

picking out tmrws outfit slay boyo 🤡💁‍♀️is it me or does he look like Hugh Jackman with that new beard

back to the blessed blorbos!

team super cam aw <3

OH NO U DONT TOUCH HER GIRL LIKE THAT

protective!bea i'm swooningg

journalist!yasmine is so cuteeee

CAMILLA UR CHASTITY HAHAHAHAHHAA

clutching my pearls but also yes girliE GET SOMEEEEEEEE

is that the fuckin,, lalisa sonf? v hype but ngl doesn't fuuully fit the scene But i'll let it slide :)

“well then warrior nun, see you on the other side” 😍😍

you tell me that won't be one of her affectionate nicknames once they settle down and have their happily ever after i DARE you-

“do you know how i know that adriel isn't god, vincent? because he chose to speak to you” OUCHHHHHHHHHH

ok i'm calling it now that pointy cross is hanging Very Ominously over the stage,.,,

adriel choosing to mimic the medici’s bastardised image of Jesus the irony is not lost on me :)

so uhhhhhh why does the halo only sputter out at plot relevant moments? *shakes writers in frustration*

LILITHS TEETH VAGINA COSTUME

i'm so sorry but lilith girl they did u so fucking dirty wtf is this shitty look costumes dept u were doing so wellllll TAT

oh dear ava 🥺

yall there’s nothing that hurts me more than a well laid plan going wrong

lilith hurtling off the roof - HAHAHAHAHA YEET BITCH

where tf was ava hiding her helmet???? up her-?

kristian: “let it go” ah ofc they planned for this

insert it’s a trap !!!!!!!! meme

i can’t watch thissssssddsddd

oh boy the cross tip hanging ever lower like the sword of Damocles

I CALLED IT

nooooo rest in pieces duretti shdhdhajahgdhd

jesus that's brutal,, gnarly counter: 2

michael: "god isn’t real" maybe the true message all along was atheism :)

CAMILLA AND HER GUNNNNNN BIG BRAINNNNNN

AVA DESCENDING LIKE THE REAL ANGEL SHE IS

vincent seeing her-

lilith ex machina swooping in-

OK MICHAEL GOT A STAB IN gnarly counter: 3 (once again loving the gore this season !)

BOTH ava and michael choosing to sacrifice themselves in that moment PLS NO

ooh love the millisecond yellow sheen on adriels eyes

sister ARMS- sorry- i meant sister dora HELLO THERE

“come on pretty boy” ahahshdhdksjagahaha bea ily

back at base

ok fess up who's the goddamn snitch

(small eyeroll at the 'oops i destroyed the macguffin detonator' trope)

SUPERION NO

NO

NO

(did she die ????)

never has a cross been so hateful as the one drawn in blood fuck you william u little dipshit

SUPERION NO 😭😭😭😭

did lilith just save ava by teleporting her

jahdkclcpsjsxnxoxmxnsiskncc

this episode took my heart and shredded it in a meat grinder

superion has shot up my favourites list this season and for her to end like that-

and duretti!

but mostly superion TAT i'm suing for her And mary >:(((

ANYWAY

not keeping calm and carrying on-

[sinnamonrasinslut]

The Ease With Which We Hurt [I] ICorpse Husband x Fem!ReaderI

A/N: You guys. I have never simultaneously loved AND hated a piece that I wrote. I really don’t know how I feel about this, but I promised myself last year that I wouldn’t overthink my writing, so here we are. This is part one of most likely four, but we’ll see about that. Thank you to everyone in my inbox who gave me ideas to turn this into a multi chapter fic! They’re all coming, I promise :)

SYNOPSIS: Corpse loves her, she loves Corpse. But both of them are too dumb to realize it, and too afraid to admit it. 

It started, like most good things in his life, out of the blue.

He met her three years ago. Well, not met, but befriended her three years ago when her podcast was just taking off. He remembers sending her a DM about how great her work was, remembers her being gracious in her praise of his own narrations after and he remembers talking to her well into the night until she fell asleep. The rest, to Corpse, is history.

And yet, all he knows of her is a voice, a name, and the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. she chooses to wear a mask every time they FaceTime, just for the formality of the entire ‘faceless’ situation. She’s told him she thinks it’s ironic, how she feels like he knows her inside out, and she’s still afraid to show him her face. It’s not like corpse can blame her. She doesn’t even know his name, let alone what he looks like, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t filed him away as some no face creep by this point. 

But she hasn’t. She’s still here, after three years of being her friend, and almost a year of seeing her eyes and convincing himself that she’s his friend, damnit, she’s still here. It’s already a lot more than he can ask for.

He’s been holding himself back from falling in love. Or rather, he’s been in love for as long as he can remember, but he's been adamant on denying it; because he knows how this goes. It’s never gone well for him in the past. And he’s not ashamed to admit that he’s afraid. But sometimes, she tells him things that make his heart break, just out of the realization of how absolutely fucking stupid he's being, holding back from her.

He’s convinced that when he dies, she’s going to be the light at the end of his tunnel. That heaven means nothing more to him than a place in her world, however small, however insignificant, as long as he gets to see her eyes for the rest of eternity.

Every part of corpse tells him that it's love. But he tries to push it away, suppress his own feelings till he's nothing but a walking contradiction, overflowing with voices that only say her name.

But he’s tired. And he's scared. Because he’s been down that road before, opened himself up to people who haven’t liked what they saw and left with pieces of him he’s not sure how to tape back. He’s unsure if he's willing to let her try.

So, he settles for a small corner of her world, a little piece of her existence that gives him life, and every time he talks to her, hands flailing as she animatedly tells another story, he pushes the yearning to the back of his head till it crawls down and clings to his windpipe, unsure and immeasurable, and he can’t speak anymore without choking. But then she says things that make his heart jump into his throat, and then he’s choking but for entirely different reasons.

“What would you do if I was gone?”

He doesn’t mean it like that. Well, he does, a little bit, but his brain isn’t taking over every part of his body trying to convince him he’s unwanted, so he doesn’t mean it like that. He’s only curious, maybe in need of a little reassurance. And nobody does reassurance better than her.

She doesn’t say anything for a very long moment. Corpse knows the gist of her impending answer but the pause still blooms unnecessarily in his chest. But it’s not like they haven’t done this before.

“I’d write about you.”

“Huh?”

She only huffs a laugh at his confusion. She pulls a blanket closer around her and props up her phone to rest against what he assumes is a wall.

“You’re not easy to forget, Corpse,” her voice is soft, truthful without flattery, provides comfort without justification. “if you were gone, I’d write about you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, that’s the least I’d need to cope.”

It’s not what he thought he’d hear, but it’s becoming increasingly clear to him that it’s exactly what he needed. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her. 

“Besides,” she continues, hair falling in her face as she adjusts the blanket, “there is no place for me in a world without you in it.” 

 And he physically feels his heart stop and clench in his chest. The thought of meaning this much to anyone, to her in particular, is more than he knows how to handle. So, he doesn’t follow that up with a quip, no teasing laughter, no suggestive, exaggerated winks that only he can see. He only lets himself bask in the warmth of her honesty, lets her smile at him in that way only she does, the way that makes him freeze and ache and crumble.

He chooses not to talk after that, settles for listening to her tell stories about her childhood. Her voice is the purest thing he’s ever heard, he’d hear her talk till the world ended if he could, and the sweet lilt of her voice lulls him to sleep hours after she’s hung up the phone.

He doesn’t get to talk to her for almost two weeks after that. He misses her a little, but he keeps that to himself, and instead, tags her under dumb twitter memes and sends her pictures of cats that he’s saved specifically for times like these, and another video of two geckos fighting on a tree captioned ‘u and me’ .

There’s no place for me in a world without you in it.

The words wrap around his ribs like a noose, tightening by the second. Some days, when his heart is fast enough to beat out of his ribcage, it grounds him just as much as it hurts. But when she’d said it to him, it passed through him like a train wreck, distorting all semblance of control he’d convinced himself he had.

He knows it’s ridiculous, but he loves her. She’s only a voice through his phone and eyes on his screen and he has no clue what the rest of her looks like, but he’d be damned if he lets himself deny it one more time. He loves her. And that’s the most terrifying thought he’s ever entertained.

It doesn’t take long after that realization takes root, for him to send her a picture. He doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Taking pictures of himself is still new to him, but he tries his best. Don't think about it too much, he reminds himself, and unsurprisingly, it's her voice in his head that does all the soothing. He captions it something stupid, more out of habit than anything else (my hair makes me look like Dora the exploraH), with his name across his forehead and ‘Dora’ in brackets beside it. 

Momentarily, he wonders if he’s ever asked her if she even wants to see his face. (He has, and he distantly remembers her agreeing as long as he’s comfortable with it.)

He hits send before he has the chance to stop and think. 

Then he waits. 

Her response is quicker than he’s prepared for, her name flashing across the facetime request on his phone. He’s giggling before he even picks it up. 

“CORPSE, WHAT THE FUCK!” 

For a very long moment, they just stare, taking each other in. This is his endgame, corpse thinks, he’s never going to need to show anyone his face after this, nothing, no one will matter as much. 

With a jolt, he realizes that she’s not wearing her mask. He can see her, all of her, and that on its own should be enough to take him out.

And then she smiles. 

If there was any doubt in his mind before about how head over heels he is, she’s taken it out of his mind and stomped it to the ground. He’s not the poet in this friendship, but he’s assured he could write entire paragraphs about the way she smiles. And he tells her exactly that. 

“I’m curious to see how that would fit with fine lass nice ass cat ears and she uwu,” she teases, eye twinkling with mirth, “but I'm sure you’ll figure it out.” 

He’s both amazed and amused at how quickly they go from fawning to bantering. But perhaps that’s the thing about her that feels so familiar.

“I will write a song about you baby, don’t tempt me.” 

“Is that a threat?” 

“It’s a confession,” he shrugs, suddenly shy, unsure of where to lead with this. Thankfully, she interjects before he has to say anything else. 

“That’s an awfully bold confession for a man called Corpse.”

“I’m also awfully alive for a man called Corpse, but you don’t see me complaining.” Awfully alive and not enough husband, he wants to say, but he keeps that to himself. 

“You complain about being alive everyday, Mister Husband,” she counters and Corpse groans, dropping his head into his hands. 

“I say that to you in confidence,” he grits out, playfully glazing at her.

“You also tell about a million people on stream, I’m not special,” she laughs. 

“You are very special to me.” His voice is soft, shy, almost afraid to tell her the things he’s saying, “I did say I’d write a song about you. Pretty special if you ask me.”

She hums, taking a huge gulp of water and nodding enthusiastically. 

“Correct, me, the cat girl and the e girl. What’s the next single, Corpse? Faceless Girls are ruining my life?” 

“You’re a rascal,” he chides as a familiar warmth settles around his heart, and grips. 

“It is one of my finer qualities, yes.” 

Distantly, some part of his brain registers that this is the first time he’s seen her, but there is no sense of hesitation in his head about her. It feels just like it always has, with her on the phone saying the silliest things, and him responding with equal enthusiasm. This is the way they’ve always been. 

While she talks, hands animatedly moving around, Corpse allows himself a small moment of reprieve to think. He knows he loves her, but he wonders briefly if it’s too soon to be in love with her (he concludes that probably it is, given that she remains unaware of his feelings, but he finds that it doesn’t really matter)

Because while Corpse loves her, he’s sure he doesn't know how to love her. Doesn’t know her favourite flowers even if he knows her coffee order by heart, doesn’t know her ideal date even if he’s memorized every poem she loves. 

The meanest parts of his brain tell him she deserves better, and he knows they’re wrong. But a small part of him can’t help but dwell. He’d rather have her and her unnecessary hand movements in his life as his friend than not at all. So he pushes away his feelings for another day, and just listens to her talk. 

Corpse is perfectly content with that. 

[mistaeq]

hi dora!! uh, can i have the letters a, e, g and m for josuke from the fluff alphabet? thank u 💞

higashikata josuke: fluff alphabet (a, e, g, m)

tw // none

dora's note: for some reason, i had so much fun writing these, these letters were perfect to be matched with josuke ♥︎ enjoy !!

taglist: @fragolaaaaaaa @outofthiszawarudo @sky1mercy @cheemerthejojofreak @gintokayy [if you wanna be removed or added, all it requires is a dm or an ask !!]

A rguments: do you fight often? if you do, who's the first to start and the first to apologize?

♥︎ okay, hear me out on this. josuke is a sweetheart and we all agree on this, but the sweet boy gives out the energy of someone who actually easily argues a lot. and i'll tell you more, most of the time your fights happen because he wants to be spoilt by you the way tomoko used to do to him as well. it'll take you a lot of patience to let him understand you're not his mama/papa and that he should spoil you as well.

♥︎ of course he gets it, though. josuke's never been a boy who denies his mistakes, and he's probably the first one to try to talk to you about fixing this issue of the relationship. he's 100% interested in giving the maximum for you the way you do for him. don't get it wrong, you love to spoil him anyways, and all you want is just that he doesn't give it for granted and cares about doing the same for you. josuke works it out perfectly.

E ffects: the effects of your love on them, how did it change them and why.

♥︎ thanks to you, the boy is way more responsible and less clumsy. having a girl/boyfriend is not always easy, but it can become such with a little organization. it doesn't mean that you two have to plan everything, it would be boring, you only plan your dates, to fully enjoy them and be ready for them anytime. but unexpected dates happen a lot though, he's always higashikata josuke and loves to surprise you sometimes !!

♥︎ josuke also becomes less selfish. or at least understands how important it is to share with you little things that make him happy. your power makes it even possible for him to bear with rohan. also, you both are so young, full of energy and experiences to make, the voice of your love will definitely take him higher, making him less stressed about school, family issues with the joestars or other stand users.

G iggle: what makes you laugh together?

♥︎ laughing with your boyfriend is the easiest thing you could ever do, when it comes to josuke. he always gets involved in such bizarre situations, that the two of you probably have a ridiculous amount of inside jokes that only the two of you understand. they are so precise and accurate that not even koichi and okuyasu know about them. and what's more, do i have to mention the fact that the two of you probably have the biggest fun when you annoy jotaro? after such hilarious days, the best he can do and always does is treat you to your favourite meal.

M iss you: what do they do when they miss you? when do they miss you?

♥︎ oh you should ask tomoko. she's the one who has to deal with him when you're away for some days or can't meet him for some reason. "are you all whiny and complaining again for them? they literally called you five minutes ago to hear from you!" josuke would whine even harder because he misses you even more, now that he remembered the call. oh, his mom knows and can tell he's definitely in love with you.

♥︎ but you could also ask koichi and okuyasu - occasionally jotaro. since they're not his mom, the situation gets somehow less embarrassing, and he starts a big rant over how good you are at doing anything, how beautiful you are and a ginormous amount of praises that make jotaro's balls break harder than that time koichi hit the head in his nuts. when you'll meet josuke again, he'll praise you in person and pepper you with kisses.

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Birthday

Summary: could you do a hs losers x reader where the readers new to town and hates her bday bc each year her past friends and family had always forgotten or did nothing so when richie finds out her bdays coming up he tells the losers and they all plan a special surprise party and richie saves up and gets her something super special and the losers r all like wow he’s never gotten anyone anything like this b4 so she finds out that he likes her or something so it’s like the best bday she’s ever had

Richie bikes swiftly passed you, faster than he usually does, which can only mean he’s trying to surpass you. You barely refrain from flipping him the bird in public, as you too throw your weight into peddling. It’s no use, Richie is more athletic than you by a long shot, and he’s been practicing with Eddie for track. You’ll never be able to catch up with him with no viable effort.

‘You asshole,’ you yell out to him, noticing an elder woman pledging through her yard too late to stop your exclamation. She regards the both of you with malcontent, stabbing her hark too brutally in the soil of her allotment for it to be a coincidence.

‘Not my fault your short legs can’t reach the peddles.’

You growl, lifting up from your saddle to race faster, but Richie sees you do it and does nothing but laugh.

Any other time you might give him hell for it, but today, you are in no mood to indulge in Richie’s escapades.

It’s your birthday, and while for most that equalizes a fun day stacked with presents and cake, to you it stands for a day full of misery.

Your birthday is cursed. And no, that is not you being dramatic. At your ninth birthday, your cake got slammed into floor, therefor ruing the gift your parents had been working on for weeks, and which was their only present.

At age ten, you fell off your brand new bike into a ravine and had to go to the hospital to get eleven stitches. On your fourteenth birthday, you and your parents got into such a huge fight they send you up to your room and forbad you from sneaking down at any point in the day.

There are more examples to back up your claim for the terrible birthdays, but you have tried to desperately block them all out, so you won’t rehash them.

That’s why your so peeved that Richie is forcing you to the quarry.

‘If you could tell me where I’m supposed to be going to bet u could find a short cut and be there faster than you.’

‘Nice try Dora, I’m not telling you anything. It’s a surprise.’

‘Alright, I get two attempts. If I can’t guess where we’re going, I’ll do your homework for a week.’

‘And if you do guess it?’

‘Then you owe me a favor and no matter for what reason I cash it in, you don’t get to complain.’

‘Fine, bring it miss know it all.’ Richie slows down to slide next to you, the wind picking up as the two of you descend down the mountain. His smile is mischievous and cheeky, probably too confident to think you’ll be able to reckon the spot he has in mind.

If only he knew that you had limited the possibilities to two places, the exact amount of guess you were granted.

‘Hm, are we going to the arcade?’ Your first theory is. Richie doesn’t have anything on him right now, except pennies that have been rinkeling inside his pockets the entire bike ride, the only thing he needs to go to the arcade.

Richie smirks, and shakes his head. ‘Try one my dear, may I say that the odds aren’t in your favor right now?’

His impressive ego in the way he taunts you with the right answer fuels your desire to be right. ‘Are we going to the Barrens?’ You sing, smiling wide as Richie’s shrinks.

‘Eh, no?’ He says, but he sounds petulant. ‘Fuck this shit, what gave it away?’

‘A girl never reveals her secrets’, you say covertly, forgetting momentarily about the agitating day. You suspect that might have been Richie’s intention.

It’s not like the Barrens is such a stretch in the first place, the losers and you have made that place your own, but you do hypothesize that he may have planned something special for you.

Your theory turns out to be true, as you can spot a long table at the end of the dirt path you and Richie are currently riding on to get to the clubhouse. The table is stacked with a variety of candies, your favorite, drinks that are sweet enough to rot your teeth, something Richie should be more aware off - having a dad who is a dentist-, and a giant cake with eight candles on. Each one representing a loser.

You say nothing as you approach, in a sneaky way torturing Richie a bit more before revealing that you’re at the verge of tears of this nice gesture. Richie slows down his speed by dragging his shoes along the dirt, glances darting nervously towards your face.

‘I know you said no parties, but how else was I supposed to show off my rocking dance moves?’

‘Do you mean the moves you make that look like you’re dying?’ Stan chides, him and the rest of the losers rolling up behind you two. They’re all walking next to their bikes, and Bill’s hands are smudges with cake residue he somehow missed while cleaning up. They didn’t want to be here before you and ruin the ‘surprise’, but it’s clear everyone has worked hard to organize this for you.

‘Fuck you Stan the man, the color green doesn’t fit you.’

‘Happy’, Bev grounds out, leveling Richie with one look, the way only Bev can, and then address you. ‘Birthday.’ She hugs you despite you still holding your bike, and you let it clatter to the ground with a loud bang.

‘Thanks Bev.’

‘Happy Birthday’, the other losers also call out, because there’s just too many of them for each to wait their turn.

‘We hope you don’t mind we don’t have any presents, we spend basically all of it getting ingredients for the cake, which we had to redo- twice.’

They don’t offer any other explanation about why the cake had to be remade two times, but by Eddie’s scowl you can fill in the blanks.

‘No, honestly, this is already too much.’ It is too much, but their efforts are so kind and heartwarming that you have to bit back a happy squall. No one has ever bothered to organize anything for your birthday, whether it be purchasing a two dollar present or even ordering a cake, but these people that you had met less then a year ago were willing to scramble together all the money they could, just so they could turn your day special. Thank god for moving to Derry.

For the first time in years, your birthday has brought smiles and laughter, and no tears and weeping moods.

‘Nonsense my dearest young lady, this is but a blip on our radar, a speck of dust on the tv, nothing compared too-‘

‘Can we please cut the cake now? Before something else goes wrong with it?’ Eddie glowers, refuting to wait for an affirmative.

‘Don’t forget the candles,’ Ben says as he follows Eddie to the table. You’re about to join them, when a hand on your wrists stops you.

‘Hey, Y/N? You really don’t mind this right? I know you said you didn’t want anything but I know how nice it is be caught off guard with something like this.’ Richie rubs the back of his head as if that makes him see any less anxious. It’s incredible how smart someone can be while simultaneously also being so dense.

‘Richie’, you say as you smile, unable to hide it any longer. ‘It’s amazing, thank you so much. If there is any way I can repay you I’ll do that. I’m really happy with this.’

‘That’s good, not that I was worried about it, who isn’t a fan of everything I do?’

Rolling your eyes only spurs Richie on, but it’s become an automatic response now, you can’t help but do it.

‘Oh, I almost forgot. I did get you another gift. Two actually, if you count my huge dong as one.’

‘Gross Richie, why do you always have to add something sexual to everything?’

‘It’s my game babe, love it or leave it. Anyway, here is the gift if you want it. If you don’t that’s fine too.’

‘Don’t get all shy on me now Rich’, you tease as your bump your arm into his while grabbing the package. ‘I’ve just gotten used to your antics.’

The package isn’t heavy, but it also isn’t light. It’s wrapped in enough layer that you can’t feel what’s inside of it just by holding it, but that was probably Richie’s intention. That or he is simply horrible at wrapping up.

While you carefully peel off each layer, you begin to speculate on what it could be. It could be a gag gift, but Richie looked sincere, and his eyes behind his glasses are magnified in true anticipation, a gag gift wouldn’t illicit that response.

As soon as the final layer is detached, you gasp, armored by the actual gift. It’s a blue bracelet, covered in butterfly pattering. You once mentioned having a similar one as a kid that you loved but lost one day while playing outside and had been sad about for weeks.

You can’t believe Richie had kept it in his mind, and had gone out to look for it.

‘Richie… I don’t even know what to say right now.’ You exclaim, squeezing the bracelet in your hand tightly, a blush covering your face. Richie’s mimics yours. ‘Thank you’, you say while reaching out to him and kissing him on the cheek. Richie face burns a brighter red.

‘Yeah… glad to be of service.’ His mind is ball parks away, and he is left dazed.

‘Come on Y/N, it’s time for you to blow out the candles.’

You go easily, letting your hand linger around Richie’s, deciding mentally that you’ll do it tonight before you go home. Your birthday has already been better than anything you could have imagined, and maybe it has one more miracle left to give. If Richie says yes to your question about going on a date, then this will truly have been the best birthday you have every had. By the love struck expression Richie is walking around with, you have an inkling as to what his response might be.

You blow out your candles, but you don’t need to make a wish. You already have everything you could possibly want.

----

‘Off course that asshole buys her a gift, but never returns the money I loaned him so long ago. I’m not a fucking bank.’

‘I think it’s cute.’

‘No, Eddie is right, I’m also waiting on my refund.’

‘It’s adorable he bought her something, he really can’t hide his crush anymore.’

[saharzahids]

Starkid Rewatch: A Very Potter Senior Year 🧙‍♀️✨

Schlongbottom and luna are precious souls

Joey and the blue headband - a thrilling saga

Once again: hermione's hair is more accurate than anything the movies ever did

Fuh-reeze motherfucker we're the wizard cops!

You would have made one good god damn wizard god damn wizard hell of a wizard cop

It has an inscription at the side saying "i open at the close" whatever the fuck that means

Avp Harry and hermione really deliver the sibling dynamic

Have you ever read a book? Have you ever not read a book? No!

Someone had pointed out that all the weasley kids are redheads but Arthur and molly are both brunettes, and now I can't stop thinking about it

Tyler as mcgonagall is the greatest thing ever

It was DORA

MISS EXPLORER!!

Seamus looks like a fucking angel

Look at himmm

I'm gonna say it

Harry's a douchebag

Does baby want some wine with that cheese? Fuck you.

Tom

Ma

Mar

Mervl

Mer

Mar

Meervl

Rydle

You know who accidentally killed his sister while he was in a fight with his boyfriend? This guy, right here 🤙

That part in always dance where voldemort dances with ginny is genuinely so creepy

This makes fifty shades of grey look like a fucking book for kids

The basilisk is the funniest character in the whole show

Ginny's such a dumbass I love her

A squad™

I have no idea who jim is supposed to be but xir hair is on point

His wig fell off i-

(don't make me laugh I'm pissing)

Britney i love u

The boyfriends are at it again

Meanwhile ron and lavender are in a relationship speedrun in the bg

The lyrics may be weird as shit but get in my mouth is a fucking bop

This is like that b99 meme

Hagrid - the only scottish guy in a story set in scotland

You all remember fAWKES? The phOENIX? dumbledore left him to me when he deid

Brian just shaking darren more violently every time he laughs

So does this mean he was speaking dragon language in avpm or was the dragon speaking english

The school just blamed it on some Latina chic, cause they're racist!

Sssshhhhame on you, sssshhhheamus

Oh my god we're at that scene

You know the one

Scold me professor

That's the most i can type out

Gilderoy the mouse prince

Greatest scene ever

She can't see me unless she touches the notebook. Just the same rules as death note

There's very little we can do about it. You and I are the two stupidest people i know

I got it from professor slughorn before he got busted for "collecting young boys"

You can find harry at your neighbourhood bookstore this fall motherfucker

THIS SCENE

THIS GODDAMN SCENE

That'll be like taking our whole world and- and- fucking it in the face?

They're just resin! And boy howdy do they break like fucking twigs

How about a real butterbeer? Its just cream soda you fucking idiots!

God bless starkid and their spiderman references

I'm just your everyday, working class, blue collar...gay guy with a beard

Joey really made me cry here someone please give ron a hug

Okay alright fuck harry

I'd say we FOUND each other

Fuck the tie

Whoa is that a flying diary? Oh shit

Bloody hell! that snake is almost as big as THIS SNAAAKE

Scarfy is a damn hero

Joe walker dies

I just realized hagrid is not wearing any pants

He wouldn't have wanted you kids to be sad for one moment. He would have wanted you...to be gay 🏳️‍🌈

The hugs are gonna make me cry

Neville is crying i can't-

You are named after two of the bravest men i ever knew

ALBUS SCARFY POTTER

QUIRRELMORT ENDGAME WE REALLY WON FOLKS

He taught me how to love i'm crying

I love them so much

[burberryfaerie]

If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network  and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

[souncivilized17]

i’m going all out and asking for u to answer all the questions with 3 in the ones place 👀 only if u feel like it tho i know it’s a lot

Anything for you clone!

3. The person you would never want to meet?

A lot of people

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My house is on fire, holy shit! I have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, my loved ones and pet have already made it out safely. So I think I will be a human being in the 21st century and grab the necessary item that is my phone.

While I was typing that I imagined myself saying that entire thing like Dora outside of my hyperbolical burning house.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Someone in my family betrayed our entire family’s trust and things are just different now. I still see the person that did it and it’s really hard to continue on like nothing is wrong.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

New Zealand here I come! It looks so beautiful there.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

My grandpa. I never really knew him because he had dementia. And I never really understood what was happening because I was too young to understand. All I know about him is from stories that my dad has told me. He was really smart, funny, and he had the best one-liners. I know my dad really misses him so the answer is definitely my grandpa.

34. What was your last dream about?

I don’t really remember my dream from last night. All I remember is falling.

A couple nights ago I had a dream that @watery-sun sent me a message on July 1st that said “happy pride month! Please don’t respond”

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

I’m not sure how to answer this.

I am a good friend. ???

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Yes. Well maybe. No. I don’t know. Well technically I was already in the hospital. I found out I was allergic to Penicillin while I was at the doctors so I don’t know.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Yeah! I have probably built one every single year ever since I was a wee little lad. In my opinion destroying them is just as fun as making them (I only destroy my own snowmen because I am not a dickhead).

38. What is the color of your socks?

The color of my socks are bare feet.

39. What type of music do you like?

Yes.

Here’s a playlist of my favorite songs if you want it. I’m always adding and taking off songs so feel free to listen! :)

Thanks for asking dude!! I absolutely do not mind all the questions <3

[adoracats]

move in day shenanigans :)

tangled is objectively better than frozen.

BONUS: 3 kinds of goodbye

part 1 < part 2 > part 3

[images 1-3: Text conversation screenshot 

Outgoing user: Glimmer

Incoming user contact name: “dora the explorer”

Timestamp: August 21, 12:46 PM

Glimmer: hey are you still down by the car

dora the explorer: Yeah why

Glimmer: can u grab my pillow pet? i think i left it next to my seat

dora the explorer: Sure lemme check

dora the explorer: Oh Frosta says she grabbed it, she’s bringing it to you :)

Glimmer: NO ABSOLUTELY NOT GET IT BACK RIGHT NOW

dora the explorer: ???

Glimmer: SHE’S GONNA RIP THE FUCKING HEAD OFF

dora the explorer: And why would she do that??

Glimmer: oh, i don't know, maybe because she swORE REVENGE ON ME AND WILL GO TO NO LENGTHS TO MAKE ME SUFFER

dora the explorer: ...Because we put Tangled on in the car instead of Frozen.

Glimmer: YES!!!!!!!!!!

dora the explorer: Glimmer, Frosta’s probably already let it go by now

dora the explorer: (heh, let it go ❄️)

Glimmer: are

Glimmer: are you kidding??

Glimmer: frosta?? Simply LETTING SOMETHING GO?????

dora the explorer: Oh

dora the explorer: oh you’re so fucked]

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Outgoing user: Glimmer

Incoming user contact name: “Bow 💛”

Timestamp: August 21, 12:49 PM

Glimmer 💜: BOW FROSTA HAS MY UNICORN

Bow 💛: I’M ON IT]

[image 5: Text conversation screenshot 

Outgoing user: Glimmer

Incoming user contact name: “mothership”

Timestamp: August 21, 12:51 PM

mothership: GLIMMER WHY DID BOW JUST FULL BODY TACKLE YOUR SISTER ON THE FRONT LAWN

mothership: GLIMMER 

mothership: GLIMMER 

mothership: DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME ON READ YOUNG LADY]

[image 6: Text conversation screenshot 

Outgoing user: Glimmer

Incoming user contact name: “Bow 💛”

Timestamp: August 21, 12:55 PM

Bow 💛: Target neutralized.

Glimmer 💜: you are my hero 🥺🙏💕

Bow 💛: 💖💖💖]

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Outgoing user: Adora

Incoming user contact name: “Angella”

Timestamp: August 21, 1:21 PM

Adora: Thanks again for everything, Angella

Angella: Of course dear! You’re part of the family!

Adora: I truly don’t know what I’d do without you guys in my corner. I know I say it a lot, but it means a lot to have your support ❤️

Angella: Don’t make me cry I’m going to crash

Adora: ARE YOU TEXTING AND DRIVING?

Angella: No, this is Micah. I’ve been reading your messages aloud and texting Angie’s replies.

Adora: Oh ok.

Adora: I thought I was gonna have to fight your wife.

Adora: I would absolutely be obliterated, but I would still have to]

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Outgoing user: Bow

Incoming user contact name: “Papa Lance”

Timestamp: August 21, 1:23 PM

Papa George: We’re on our way past the gate! We love you so much! You’re gonna do great! 

Bow: I love you guys more!!! ❤️

Papa George: no u

Bow: I think my soul just slingshot itself to the moon

Papa George: Glimmer taught me that one

Bow: Of course she did

Papa George: no u

Bow: This is like level 7000 dad humor]

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Outgoing user: Glimmer

Incoming user contact name: “EVIL”

Timestamp: August 21, 1:26 PM

EVIL: i’ll get you my pretty, and ur little unicorn too

Glimmer: eat shit fuckface

EVIL: u better watch ur fucking back

Glimmer: why do u have to be such an asshole always

EVIL: i learn from the best

Glimmer: god i’m gonna miss u so much

EVIL: me too 💕

EVIL: sleep with one eye open]

[haileygarciasunshine]

White Rose

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,171

Warning: Swearing, Violence

Summary: The reader works at a Technology Lab and has developing an A.I. System. When giving the Intern nobody likes the opportunity to present to the Avengers, will she stay at the Lab or the new offer?

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Sighing, it was going to be a long week. You had dropped your coffee in the parking ramp on your way to the elevator.

“Goodmorning, Miss Y/N.”

Smiling you greeted your employee back, “Goodmorning Thomas. How was your weekend?”

Thomas walked to the lab with you, before you parted ways going to your office. An hour went by before, you were paged.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Yes, James?”

“There is someone requesting your presence at the front desk.”

“Thank you. I’ll be right down.”

Taking the elevator down, you were preoccupied with the iPad in your had in attempt in continuing your work.

“Y/N!” A voice squealed catching you off guard, hurdling their body into yours.

Chuckling you hugged back.

“Hi, Nat.”

“Everyone, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is everyone.”

You offered a small wave to the group before you.

“Miss, Y/N?” A shy voice came from behind you.

“Yes, Thomas?”

“Would...Would it be possible to show them...” he hesitated, “What we’ve been working on?”

“Them being?” You questioned already knowing the answer.

He gestured to the group standing in front of you.

Nodding, you lead the group into the elevator.

“This is our A.I. Lab. It’s where we create everything.”

“Please have a seat.” Thomas said to the group.

“Thank you all for taking the time to see us today.”  You said standing before the group fidgeting with your ID badge on your lab coat. Suddenly, the door flew open revealing your boss, your employees, and co-workers. 

The group of superhero’s turned and looked at you with the same confused expression you were wearing on your face. Bucky, was the only man within the group that you found yourself gravitating towards. He exchanged your same wide eye, shocked expression.

“Sorry...” One of your employees said, “We heard the Avengers were here....”

“Right..” Thomas quietly scoffed from next to you.

“Thomas here,” You said turning to face him as you handed him the presentation tool, “Will brief you, while I deal with them.” You sighed.

“What?” Shrieked a fearful Thomas. “I can’t present to the Avengers! I couldn’t even present to the team!” He hissed lowly.

“Thomas.” You soothed, “They’re people. Just like you and I.”

“No they’re not.” He hissed. “They are on the front lines saving people!” He exclaimed throwing his hands up dramatically. 

By now, all the Avengers were listening giving sympathetic looks to the both of you.

“Y/N!” Your boss yelled, “You’re really going to let Thomas....An Intern pitch the project to them? Have you lost your damn mind?” He growled.

“You might as well kiss your job goodbye.” Some of your co-workers snickered.

Looking at Thomas, disappointment washed across his features.

“Hey.” You said soft enough for Thomas and the Avengers to hear, while nudging his shoulders. “Do you think you can do it?”

“Uh...I... I... I think so...?” His voice sounding hoarse.

“Fuck what everyone else thinks. I believe in you.” You said smiling at him. “Now...Are you going to prove them.” You said pointing at the group of employees, “Right? or Prove them wrong? Because everyone, deserves a second chance.” Muttering the last part you locked eyes with Bucky, causing a cherry red color to dance across his cheeks.

“You’re right Miss Y/N. I want to do this.” Thomas said with confidence. 

Nodding your head you announced, “Ladies and Gentleman. If I could please have your attention. Mr. Thomas will be presenting the project to you.” Gesturing to the tall man beside you. 

Making your way to the group of workers, you were about to kick them out of the room before a husky voice sounded, “Leave them.” 

Sitting at the U shaped table, you sat on the end while you let Thomas present the project. 

“Why should we care about this? We already have an A.I System.” Tony said leaning back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest.

“With that, I turn it over to Miss Y/N.” Thomas said replacing you in your previous chair.

“With all due respect Mr. Stark, you don’t have our A.I. System. I’m sure the one you have is great and all but you are miss the technologies that we have.” 

Clicking your A.I. System popped up the earth with green lasers at the center table.

“This is the earth, with real times, with real time advancements. Her name is D.O.R.A. She is the first of her kind. Dora?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?”

“Call Mr. Morgan please.” 

“Connecting you to Mr. Morgan.”

Suddenly the lasers were replaced with an image of a Navy Pilot who was currently flying through snowing mountains.

“Y/N! It’s a pleasure. I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

“I would never.”

“I see you have the Avengers there with you.”

“That I do. We won’t take too much of your time. Is there anything you would like to say?”

“Yeah. If you don’t take Miss Y/N, serious Mr. Stark, you’ll live to regret it.” 

“Thank you Mr. Morgan.”

“We were able to develop a safe technology that was able to show up on his screen in the plane, that didn’t distract him from his actions.”

Walking through the rest of the project Tony had a solid poker face.

Your boss joined you in front of the team. 

“As you can see, we are very proud of Miss Y/N and Mr. Thomas...”

“Oh, by the way.” You said turning to your boss, checking the time, seeing it was five minutes before your shift ended, “I quit and I’m taking D.O.R.A. and everything else I was working on with me.”

Turning to Thomas you said, “It was was a pleasure to work by your side Mr. Thomas.” 

Shutting down the device, you put the small A.I. System in your lab pocket, before heading to the door.

“Miss Y/N?” A husky voice sounded.

You turned and Hummed in response. 

“We would love to hire you as head, technology technician at Stark Industries.” He turned towards you meeting you half way, “Should you accept the job, please note we will be providing you with room and board at the previously named Stark Industries tower. Please feel free to hire someone to work with.”

“Mr. Thomas?” You questioned quickly after he finished his statement. 

Thomas turned gazing at you with wide eyes, “Yes?”

“Would you care to join me at Stark Industries?” 

Barely getting the words out, you were pulled into a bone crushing hug along with Tony. 

“I would be so honored! I’ll pack my desk! See you, tomorrow Mr. Stark and Miss Y/N!” He quickly exisited the room.

“You can’t do that!” A sudden voice boomed.

Turning to look at Tony, you looked back at you now ex-boss, “Oh. I think we can.”

Your ex-boss stormed out angerly, without another word.

Turning to leave the room a deep shy voice sounded, “Why did you put your career on the line?”

“Thomas told me someone he looked up to once said, I don’t like bullies.” You said offering a smile, to the group before you.

[isadcrajade]

💀 * [ barbie ferreira + cis female + she/her ] —— have you met isadora oliveira ? they are a twenty-one year old sophomore currently studying fashion design & merchandising. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this aries is loyal + warm, as well as self-objectifying + obsequious. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. chocolate covered strawberries, gothic platforms, lingerie under leather jackets.

hiii bbies it’s me (gabby) finally here again to post this finalized, messy version of isa’s intro! she’s a brand new never-been-played muse of mine so it’s def bound to be a bit more scattered & less developed than ezra’s, but also much shorter? so i mean there’s a bonus lmao alright here we go:

so isadora (also known by many nicknames such as isa, izzy, iz, & dora the explora if ur trying to piss her off vgbjhksjs) was definitely not brought up in a world of prestige and recognition like the one she’s become so accustomed to in attending holloway university

growing up in the small town of lisbon, maine the only reality isa knew during her childhood was that of living as the only child of a woman who was (TW) both a compulsive liar & and compulsive hoarder. their house was floor to ceiling with things her mom collected as well as garbage built up over time- her condition had already driven isa’s father out of the house when she was just three years old, and she never had a relationship with him as a result

she was still fairly young when she realized the true severity of her own situation, just how abnormal it was compared to that of her friends. she missed out on so many rights of passage during her upbringing like birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. for much of her life her own living space / bedroom were just as bad off as the rest of the house, given her mom’s inability to keep from passing her hoarding tendencies onto her daughter. isa simply didn’t know any better at the time. to her, that was normal.

not only was her mom a compulsive liar & hoarder but she was also extremely neglectful, often leaving isa to her own devices in the dangerous environment they called home. as a result of this she (TW ED) developed harmful coping mechanisms surrounding food, regularly overeating to combat negative feelings of loneliness, and this went on from the time she was just a little girl all the way until she was in high school

high school was rough in many ways- she suffered depression, anxiety, experienced bullying at the hands of the more popular kids for her weight & her mother’s financial situation, and was all around extremely isolated from her peers- the only person she really had to depend on was her cousin (WC) . she had so much respect and envy for her cousin, they had more of a sisterly dynamic than anything, she was just so gorgeous and everything she did just seemed so effortless, to the point isa couldn’t help but idolize her and consider her a best friend. 

like, remember when spongebob said he hoped that by being in squidward’s presence some of his artistic ability would rub off onto him? that was deadass isa & (WC) in high school jhbksnjs my girl was so sure if she just spent enough time with her she’d inherit some of her pretty & cool

high school was also where she reached a turning point when it came to her home environment, able to put a name to her mom’s condition after years of struggling with her strained and toxic relationship with her mom, and ultimately changed the rest of her life. she stayed the night at (WC’s) one night and after she fell asleep, isa stayed up watching TLC- it was there that she first discovered the TV show ‘hoarding: buried alive’ and realized there was a name for her mother’s infliction- but more importantly, learned that there was help available for her condition

when she went home to excitedly tell her mother that she’d basically discovered a cure, a means to change everything for them... she certainly hadn’t been expecting the reaction that came: her mom, who’d always been so indifferent toward her, so lethargic and uninterested in what she had to say, was suddenly listening very clearly- and she was not happy. isa had never heard her mom scream like that, had never really heard her express any heightened emotion, but it was in that moment at 17 years old, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday, that she realized what she needed to do. she had no choice but to make plans to leave her mom behind.

the final weeks leading up to the big day she was counting on as a turning point consisted of her cleaning out her own space, little by little, enough that she had somewhere to set up her secondhand laptop and webcam. blowing out the candles on her 18th birthday cake came with wishing for a whole new life, and she was determined to make that for herself by any means necessary.

(TW SEX WORK) isa spent half her 18th year in her room working as a successful camgirl, showing everything but her face, & of course always being careful not to dox herself. she eventually earned enough money to start buying herself nicer clothes, but it didn’t take her long to realize she wanted more from life than just rotting away in her hometown. she bought herself a higher quality webcam to keep making money... and a nice sewing machine, something she’d always dreamed of owning. 

all her life she’d been drawing and sketching as a means of escapism, it’d always been therapeutic to her to be creative and conjure up unique designs for outfits in her mind, drawing models in all shapes and sizes to represent her fantasy outfits. but she never felt like a visionary, even though anyone with an eye for fashion who got a look at her work could see that she had the natural talent and potential to be. 

isa had been an a straight-A student her whole life despite having almost no support at home from her mother growing up, and with plenty of encouragement from (cousin WC), she plucked up the courage and applied for holloway university, with ivory falls being far enough from her hometown of lisbon, but still in the same state so that she could go and see her mother from time to time (bc although their relationship is quite strained now, she still loves and worries about her)

the next summer she received her acceptance letter at holloway u for the coming fall semester, and the fact that she’d been able to make it into such a prestigious school made her feel so proud of herself that she completely underwent a massive arc of character development; evolving into someone so much more confident. realizing that plenty of people found her desirable as she continued to earn money through cam shows had been part of that transformation, but realizing she was talented enough to get accepted into the fashion design and merchandising program at her dream school had a completely different effect on her. 

( TW BODY IMAGE ISSUES ) isa decided that as she entered college, she was no longer going to be the meek, insecure girl constantly playing the role of the doting, loyal fat best friend to the ‘prettier main characters’ she’d always been sidekick to- she told herself that she was the main fucking character in her life from here on, and has spent her entire college experience up to this point just,, navigating as she figures out what that really means to her

still has a terrible underlying tendency to be overly-loyal and a bit obsessive with girls she closely befriends, if she has any kind of jealousy towards them. but ! is a lot more confident than she used to be, and it shows in the way she dresses and carries herself, as well as in her long-term goals (to transfer to FIDM for her final years of university)

( TW ED MENTION ) as a young adult, she’s mostly she’s replaced the compulsion to deal with her body image issues by using food to cope that she had as a teenager... by using sex to cope instead, so she’s definitely a bit promiscuous but does her best to keep that Her Own business 

personality-wise she has a massive heart & is loyal to a fault but is also wild AF & loves a good time! never rly dabbled in drugs until she got to college but since then has acquired an interest in trying everything under the sun, even if it’s just one and done. mostly though she just likes to get really drunk & stupid. used to feel like she was constantly living in her cousin’s shadow, & in some ways she still does, but she’s trying hard to make herself believe that she’s reached a place where she won’t be playing second fiddle to anyone, ever again

i’m gonna shut the hell up now & stop pretending i know this character better than i do bc i deadass do not jbhnjss like she’s literally brand new so lemme go head & leave plenty of room for development!

same story as ezra i’ll have a full connections page posted for her soon but in the meantime some ideas i have are: friends, frienemies, ex friends, high school bullies, classmates, old high school friends, people she gets fuckt up with on the reg, people she hooks up with on the reg (any gender, she’s bisexual / biromantic), someone she had a crush on in high school / has pined for from afar maybe?? someone who used to watch her cam shows?? someone she almost kinda dated but Not? someone who she hooked up with while they were dating someone else?? idk that’s what i have for now but there’ll be more where that came from <3 xoxo like this or hmu !

[richukisbb]

hc on how the boys act in the cinemas with their gf

OOOF WHO THE FUCK SENT THIS BECAUSE MY FEELS ARE ALL OVER!!!

Richard:

Let’s say it’s just date night between him and you, he can’t keep his hands off you

“stop that!” you hiss, feeling his hand ride up under your skirt.

“Are you really watching?”

“I’m watching anything with Dwayne the Rock Johnson, now shush!”

BUT IMAGINE BRINGING AALIYAH ALONG FOR THE MOVIES!

CUTEST FUCKING ASDFGHJKL;

So maybe you’re about to watch the live-action Lion King

And you know Richard is our big bad soft daddy

buYS YOU AND AALIYAH WHATEVER YOU WANT AT THE CONCESSION STANDS

She’s clearly sat between you two and your heart is glowing because, when you look over they’re both munching on popcorn and taking a sip of their drinks at the same time like they planned it

so when Mufasa dies, Aaliyah starts to tear up and lifts the armrest that separates you and cuddles into your side 😔✊🏼

You wrap an arm around her and reassure her everything will be alright. But you look over and RichARD IS ALSO CRYING!!! LITERALLY FAT TEARS ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEEK.

He wipes his tears and looks down at you holding Aaliyah and HE wANTS IN ON THAT

So he quickly crosses over to the empty seat on your other side and now you’re in the middle, arms draped over two teary-eyed Camachos.

W O W DON’T TOUCH ME UNLESS YOU’RE RICHARD CAMACHO

Erick:

THE CUTEST MOVIE DATE HONESTLY

You both would get creative when sneaking in snacks. 

You stuffed a half hollow spherical ball under your sweatshirt

iT LOOKS LIKE YOURE PREGNANT BUT REALLY YALL JUST HAVE ALL THE GOOD SNACKS.

Then when the lights dim, you start to unpack everything from your hidden belly.

“Aye, nena. Did we forget the Skittles?”

You pull them out from your bra, “Does it look like I’d forget the skittles?”

He pecks your cheek 🥰

YOURE BLUSHING BECASE AWWWW ERICK 

I feel like he’d wanna watch a cartoon or something silly. Like Dora and the Lost City of Gold or Angry Birds 2.

Love him but I think he’s someone who’d talk during movies…

“Wait, wait. So Boots talks?” He’ll ask, v focused on the film while popping a skittle in his mouth. 

“You know why they call her Dora? because she’s an EXPLORADORA!” 

He’s so happy he figured that out. 

“If you were an angry bird, you’d be the red one. An OG pájaro enojado.” he nods.

“Erick!” You snap your head and feed him more popcorn to get him to shut up. 

Chris: 

THIS MAN WOULD BE LIKE “Tengo una sorpresa.”

And we’re all a little sus of his surprises ya know?

A SURPRISE TO CHRIS WOULD BE TAKING YOU TO SEE SOME SCARY SHIT

He knows what he’s doing…

Takes you to see Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark

That book fucked up my childhood 

You stand outside the theater and read the name of the movie.

“Absolutely N O T.” Crossing your arms. 

“C’mon baby. You’re not scared are you?”

You smack his shoulder, “What kinda question is that? Of course I am.”

“I’ll buy you anything you want from the snack station.”

“Fine.”

A stupid jumpscare causes you to jolt and a few popcorns fall out of the bucket.

You mutter curse words under your breath, collecting them off your shirt and popping them into your mouth.

Looking over, you see your boyfriend holding the collar of his sweater up to his nose and then ducking under it

wait

what??

iS CHRISTOPHER VELEZ, comose dice… S C A R E D??

HE FUCKING DESERVES IT!!

But also he’s your soft boi.

You lean over to him and hold out your hand, “You okay?”

He places his hand in yours and interlaces your fingers, bringing a kiss to your hand, “I am now.” 😍😍😍

Zabdiel:

He honestly doesn’t care what movie you want to see. 

zabdiel just wants you to be happy.

So you choose Spider-Man

Barely fifteen minutes into the film 

AND HIS ASS IS FALLING ASLEEP.

His head falls onto your shoulder, tryna get into a more comfortable position.

But you wiggle and it causes him to stir.

He gives you a sheepish grin, “lo siento.”

BACK TO THE MOVIE

His long limbs stretch out as he sinks deeper into his seat.

oh no… you know exactly what’s happening when he does this.

MAYBE ANOTHER HALF HOUR AND HIS ASS IS KNOCKED OUT.

You elbow him, “Ey, you’re missing the best part.”

“Nena. Te amo, 3000. But please let me sleep.” He cuddles you. 😴 

Joel:

I feel like he’d pick something historical fiction or dramatic 

bc ya know, our boy relates

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood or Yesterday

He’s probably the best at the cinemas out of all the boys

Buys the popcorn, gets the seats in advance!!! THE RECLINING SEATS TOO AND ALWAYS THE MIDDLe SEATS

You get there in time for previews too

HE WAITS FOR HIS COMMENTARY UNTIL AFTER THE MOVIE 😌

The only thing I could see happening is you making one too many gasps or asking rhetorical questions and he lowkey gets peeved.

Like “Babe, i love you but tryna watch” 

You grumble incoherent sentences “wasn’t even talking to u 😒😒😒…”

He knows you’re grumpy so he buys you a big slurpee after the movie

he rants to you and then on twitter about how transformative and imperative the Beatles are to modern music.

like wow Joel

Talk dirty to me please.

Probably also touches upon the injustices women face in Hollywood and how we need to be better allies

THANK YOU FOR THIS!! IT WAS SO CUTE 💕🥰

[stolethekey]

Hellohello I just read “it’s your love I’m lost in” and it was AMAZING. I absolutely loved it. idk if you take requests or not but if you do I’m begging you to write something abt Jake and Amy reuniting after the snap is reversed. It’s totally okay if you don’t want to, I just figured I would ask. Your writing is amazing and I hope you have a great day!!

hiiiiii wow thank you so much this is so nice i’m –

anyway this took SO long but i did write it finally so here u go

(also tagging @johnny-and-dora bc they also asked for it. hi friend hope this isn’t disappointing)

if ao3 is more your jam you can find this here!

and if you missed the first part you can find it on tumblr here or ao3 at the link above!!

-

Five years is a long time.

It is long enough for Amy to develop a rapport with her officers that is almost as familial as the one back with the Nine-Nine’s detectives. It is long enough for Cagney and Lacey Jeffords to complete middle school and start high school, and it is long enough for baby Ava to start fourth grade.

Five years is also not long enough.

It is long enough for Holt to hire a new assistant, but not long enough for the assistant’s desk to feel less empty. It is not long enough for Rosa to stop eating honorary takoyaki for lunch on the second Tuesday of every month, even as she gags while opening the bag.

It is not long enough for the precinct to heal.

The pain is duller now, and there is generally more laughter in the air, but there is still a palpable sense of grief and loss that underlies the daily hustle and bustle of the building.

It’s why Amy keeps a bag of sour candy in her office at all times – it’s why she sits through Die Hard every Christmas, even if she would rather be watching It’s a Wonderful Life. It’s why the ring on her left hand has not yet disappeared off her finger.

It’s also why she really, really, does not want to answer her phone on her day off.

The name Gary Jennings glares at her from her phone screen, and she groans as she reaches to grab it off the coffee table.

“Santiago.”

“Hi, Sarge, it’s me, Gary – “

“It’s my day off,” Amy grumbles, letting her copy of Pride and Prejudice fall into her lap. “Give me this one day of peace. Please.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry, but – “

“Is someone hurt? Someone dying?”

“Um, no, but – “

“Then find a way to deal with it,” she interrupts, trying vainly to keep the exasperation from entering her voice. “Please and thank you.”

She hangs up without listening to him apologize, and has barely returned to her book when her phone rings again.

“What?” She snaps, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Did you just hang up on Jennings?”

Amy sighs as Rosa’s gruff voice comes through the receiver. “Why, did something happen?”

“You could say that,” Rosa says, and something in her voice makes the hair on Amy’s neck stand up. “You should really get here. Now.”

Amy somewhat reluctantly slides her bookmark between the pages, stretching her legs before getting off the couch. “Okay. Give me twenty.”

She parks the car with a vague apprehension, and as the elevator doors ding open on the fourth floor, it takes her a few seconds to understand what is happening.

The bullpen is full, for starters – all of her uniformed officers are there, plus a bunch of people she doesn’t recognize, and as she takes a cautious step forward she notices the top of Rosa’s hair among the sea of people.

“Hey,” she yells over the noise, fighting her way through the crowd. “What’s going on?”

Rosa turns, her face sagging with relief at the sight of her. “Oh, good, you’re here. Come with me.”

Amy starts to say, “What – “ but before she can finish her sentence, Rosa’s hand is clamped around her wrist and she’s being dragged away from the bullpen and into the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“Interrogation room.”

“But why – “

“You’ll see,” Rosa answers roughly as they come to a stop. “Ready?”

“For what?”

By way of answer, Rosa opens the door.

The first thing Amy sees is a wall of beige slamming into her. “Amy!”

She stumbles backwards, arms reflexively rising, but even as adrenaline rushes into her system she feels a chill run down her spine at the voice she has just heard. “Charles?”

“Yeah!” He says happily, releasing her. She sucks in a breath, trying to see if her ribs are broken. “I’m back, I missed you so much, even though I guess I didn’t even know I was gone – is it even possible to miss someone if you’re unconscious? I feel like it is – “

“Boyle,” a dry, lazy drawl says from behind him, “If you say one more word, I will find Thanos myself and ask him to snap us back into oblivion.”

A head full of mousy, brown hair pops up next to Charles, and Amy feels another shock run through her body. “G – Gina?”

“The one and only,” she says, grinning widely. “What up? I am now officially way younger than you – how does it feel to officially be a grandma?“

“I­­ – wait, does that mean – “

“Hi,” another voice says, soft and timid, and Amy’s heart stops in her chest.

Jake makes his way toward the door, his movements nervous and eyes almost shy, and Amy barely notices Rosa dragging Charles and Gina out the door behind her.

A sob makes its way up her throat as the door shuts quietly behind her. “This isn’t real.”

His lip twitches slightly, and he reaches hesitantly for her hand as she tries to remember how to breathe.

“It’s me,” he says softly. “I’m here.”

His hand touches hers, and in that achingly familiar touch, everything comes crashing down around her. She throws herself into him, burying her face in the shirt she thought she’d never see again, and as he wraps her in a tight hug all the grief from the past five years starts to pour out of her.  

“I’m sorry,” he says into her hair, his voice wavering slightly, “I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine – “

“Not your fault,” she mumbles, tightening her grip on his shirt. “Thanos is a dick.”

Jake laughs, watery and shaky but very much him, and the sound makes her heart soar.

“Never thought I’d hear that laugh again.”

He quiets at that, his hands stilling against her back.

“Ames, I – “

“It’s okay,” she says, pulling back to look at him. “It’s okay – “

“No, it’s not,” he says, his voice tight with pain. “I can’t imagine what a mess I’d be if it had been you instead. I just – five years. God.”

She clears her throat, holding desperately onto his shirt as if it may dissolve into ash at any moment. “How – do you know if this is permanent? I mean, are you – is this – “

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Holt said he’d brief us all later, but apparently they brought us back and then killed him, so there really isn’t – I mean, this is it.”

Amy lets out a shaky breath and nods, forcing herself to smile. “You did miss a lot,” she says, trying valiantly to lighten the mood. “My squad is so dope now, Rosa and her girlfriend showed up in matching outfits one day, and Holt and Kevin renewed their vows – “

“They did what?”

She grins. “Yeah, and I got to speak at the ceremony – “

“Oh, my God,” Jake says, looking genuinely offended, “I cannot believe my two dads held a vow renewal and my wife spoke and I wasn’t there. Tell them to do it again. They have to do it again, right? I’m, like, practically their son – “

“We can talk about it,” she laughs. “Later.”

His expression softens, and the longer she stares at him the more it starts to sink in.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Later.”

And there is so much to talk about, so much they need to talk about, but for the moment, none of that is important. Because their friends are waiting for them outside, together for the first time in five years, and there are drinks to drink and proper reunions to be had.

Time is a fickle, dangerous thing – Amy knows that now. But it is also the vessel through which one moves through the world, and as she walks out of the precinct, holding hands with someone she thought she’d never see again, she feels nothing but grateful.

They have lost more time than they can count, but they have, too, gained it back. And now – now, they have all of it they need.