#my and my dad are the kings of movie sayings in the household

[viak-kaiv]

I'm very guilty of saying "can't you see? I'm a little bit.. bUSY???" on the regular

[ssahotchnerr]

hiyaaa , what would you think aarons reaction will be to him and reader watching a sad movie like titanic or something and she’s just uncontrollably crying. i wanna believe that he will be straight faced and just comfort her, but another part of me believes that he’ll be crying discreetly. like reader tells him that he’s going to cry (he’s never watched titanic before) and he says he won’t but when he does he attempts to hide it just so he’s not caught but she catches him lol.

honestly i feel like aaron would definitely turn the movie off 😭 if it's gotten you so upset, he's gonna try and put a stop to it asap 🥺

first and foremost he comforts you - telling you it's okay, pulling you onto his lap, rubbing your back, letting you cry into him with no care for the snotty mess you'll leave on his shirt - and he would say something along the lines of, "how about we turn this off?🥺 and put something else on? something happy?" his voice is low and gentle; you offer a sniffly sad nod and he'll give your hand a squeeze, reachinf for the remote right after.

and he would totallyyy try to hide his own emotions 😭 i feel like he's more susceptible when it comes to sad movies - with all the loss he's dealt with, the horrors and sadness he sees while on the job - so sad movies are neverrr his first choice. he'll sit there like, rigidly - completely still, tears will well up in his eyes but he refuses to let them fall, he can barely see the movie due to the blurriness they cause.

and if you're crying???? he's so tuned into you and your emotions constantly, absolutely hates seeing you so upset, which alone is enough to make him cry. and if caught, i feel like you would have the same reaction, you notice the stiffness in him and see him holding back tears - you provide immediate comfort and turn off the movie, wiping away his tears softly with the pad of your thumb.

and the same goes with jack 🥺 (this is kinda heartbreaking i hate that my mind went to this) he watches lion king for the first time??? and when mufasa dies??? jack is SOBBING because one, it's sad, and two, it makes him think of losing his dad and he already lost haley so he's just 🥺 distraught. (and later that night after jack's in bed, aaron is equally upset because of jack's reaction😭) a movie has never been turned off so fast 😭 the hotchner household is strictly a no lion king (or bambi even) watching household when the littles are so young 😭

[edutainer2022]

Sending hugs and strength as always.

I’d love to know any thoughts you have about the Tracys as kids in the happy times. What do you think they got up to? Do you headcanon the farm / ranch / some other Kansas home? Or did Jeff and Lucy live somewhere more built up / accessible to NASA? What were the kids’ hobbies? What would a family day out have looked like?

Oh, @idontknowreallywhy, thank you for the ask! I actually tend to go hazy on the boys' childhood, because the way kids work is not my forte. In my heart of hearts, I see them as latchkey kids of nondescript rural/smalltown US. A meadow outside the backyard, long bus commutes to school. A kind of chaotic but tight and warm, fun, quirky world, reigned supreme by their mother. Think Gilmore Girls, but a single mother of three boys, initially. With Jeff space-cowboying it would be just her and the back to back eldest three for quite some time.

Also think The Sound of Music - she's the one with piano and art. And the horses. There were sing alongs and movie marathons, and board games, and junk snacks, and bake offs, and magic in that household. That's why I also think, much as Scott worships and seeks approval of a (always away) father, he was Mom's right hand and White Knight. Mom's champion and deputy in wrangling the younger brothers. There would, of course, be SHENANIGANS. Sometimes Mom Tracy would just discover zen of a boys mom and have a glass of red on hand.

Since we have Gran Roca, I also sometimes think Yellowstone. She's the one from old(er) Manifest Destiny ranching money. She knows how to get her hands dirty, but it's removed from Jeff's first generation off the farm experiences. She sees the help, but she's also used to having them around - hence the five kids without batting an eye, given Jeff's military/space career. That would quite organically convert into the boy's we know - humble, generous, approachable, but somewhat sheltered.

I also think that Jeff's soaring wealth, Mom's untimely demise and grief buried in work, would spell something like a Warton Academy. Maybe not a full on boarding school, but a posh prep school with Ivy League pipeline and uniform blazers with embroidered crests. At least for the elder three's high school stretch. That would also, probably, mean shifting base to a bigger city and a dramatic change of pace in the boys' routine.

The boys hobbies? Scott is obviously a Rescue Scout extraordinaire. He's never met a sport he wasn't good at. But I also think School Parliament, Speech and Debate, maybe ROTC (to fit a military stint with my understanding of the timeline). Scott is earmarked for leadership and high pressure operations early on. National Honors Society, hands down. Dad would never tolerate anything less than excellent and Scott intended to be EVERYTHING Dad was - including space track. Calculus may actually be his "nerdy guilty pleasure". I also absolutely don't see how Mom didn't teach him the piano first. It likely didn't go far, but he gets by at the keyboard.

Virgil is the music and arts kid, obviously. He probably followed Scott into many hobbies and clubs, originally, but his strengths and disposition are just so obviously different.

John loves school. The more school - the merrier. Coding, and astronomy, and physics. Languages on the side. Gifted program. The Big Bang Theory worthy combo of Supreme nerd-dom. I'd say music too - comes with the territory of good ear for languages. Sports by necessity - to keep up with the original Turbo Twosome, and to get space rated. He came to actually enjoy sports, on his own terms.

Come to think of it, the Elder Trio are a token comical display of the Prom King always flanked by two sidekicks, who embody the very definition of "geeky uncool". In hindsight, John is sometimes amazed that Scott actually ENJOYED hanging out with them and did so by choice. Still does so.

[projecthipster]

Almost Famous

“They will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it. You know, because they’re trying to buy respectability for a form that is gloriously and righteously dumb. I mean, you’re smart enough to know that. And the day it ceases to be dumb is the day it ceases to be real, right? And then it just becomes an industry of cool. I’m telling you, you’re coming along at a very dangerous time for rock and roll. I mean, the war is over. They won. And 99% of what passes for rock and roll these days, silence is more compelling. That’s why I think you should just turn around, go back, and, you know, be a lawyer or something. But I can tell from your face that you won’t.”

So many of these hipster movies are about self discovery, about some young proto-hipster kid diving headfirst into a cultural scene, and the movie’s job more than any other is to showcase the fun of that. Fortunately Almost Famous is a lot more fun than This Is England, probably primarily because 70’s rock bands touring America is more fun than neofascist meetings in garden sheds. That’s not to say Almost Famous is all show, though, it does also show the more-than-minor (but involving less-than-minors!) dark, shallow, toxic side of the scene.

My friend who did a theatre degree in New York said this was her favourite movie. That tells you something right off. Mostly it tells you that she’s cool and has good taste.

Like a classic rock album, I think it makes sense to sort this one by tracks. As a movie about music, it has no shortage of great needle drops.

David Seville and the Chipmunks – The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late)

Yeah, this is how the movie starts. I thought it was weird too. It’s contrast, I guess? Starting with the most engineered corporate novelty pop, the baseline that American music was working with by the start of the ‘60s, before the British Invasion, before Simon & Garfunkel and Dylan and the Stones. It’s a “look how far we’ve come” moment. Or it’s just establishing that it’s Christmas. Or, maybe it’s saying that this is the only kind of music the Miller family can listen to, under the oppressive thumb of Frances McDormand. I don’t know if the character ever even gets a name. But this iron matriarch is an intriguing character. It would have been easy to take a rock-hating mother in the direction of being a straight edge conservative, a Nixon-loving evangelical, and yet she’s, like, halfway to being a perfect hipster herself. She’s a vegan literature professor, a second wave feminist who teaches her children To Kill a Mockingbird within the decade of its release. It makes her and her arc and her relationships with her children  more interesting than if she was straight up villainous. She’s both awful and in some ways kind of cool, which makes the viewer want her to learn! Of course, what “cool” means is kind of what this movie is about. That brings us to…

Simon and Garfunkel – America

To start off, this song is an absolute anthem. I have it on an original 45 from my dad. It’s the first explicitly diegetic needle drop in the movie, and so becomes its introductory thesis. Bookends comes into the stronghold of the Miller household under big sister Anita’s jacket, played by a not just pre-500 Days but even pre-Elf Zooey Deschanel. Then she uses “America” to explain why she’s packing her bags and heading off to travel as a flight attendant. She takes our young hero William aside and tells him, “one day, you’ll be cool.”

This is of course one of the most insipid possible mentor motivations writable, but it sells when you’ve seen Mom McDormand’s boot camp they come from.

I always liked the cool big sister as the motivating mentor. You’ve got Alsion Brie in The Kings of Summer, and Deschanel here. This is where I shout out my own older sister, who was just the right age to be the last of the prime-time teen hipsters, who saw the Lumineers at a festival in 2011, before their debut album. This blog wouldn’t exist without her. So William, my guy, literally me, I get it.

“America,” if you haven’t heard it – well, first of all, go put it on. Now that it’s queued, it’s of course a song about a bus trip “to look for America.” If there’s a more succinct way to describe Almost Famous I couldn’t write it. I wish we got a reprise later on. This is absolutely the theme of the movie to me more than any of the songs by the fictional band it’s ostensibly about.

The Who – Sparks

So, to be real, I really don’t know too much about The Who. I mix them up pretty constantly with the Guess Who, which makes it hard when they’re both referenced in this movie. These ones are the Brits, not the Canadians, right? The ones who wrote “Pinball Wizard,” “Baba O’Riley,” and "My Generation.” See, what I do know about The Who, I like. Them’s good songs. So let’s learn, together. Sparks is basically an instrumental transition track from Tommy, the epic 1969 biographical double album that includes “Pinball Wizard.” That wizard is the titular Tommy Walker by the way. It comes as deaf-and-blind Tommy grows up and learns to sense the world through his fingers. In Always Famous, Anita leaves the record under William’s bed with a note saying, “Listen to Tommy with a candle burning and you’ll see your entire future.” So I’m doing that right now as I write, although not on vinyl, so that probably doesn’t count. She’s right that it’s a damn good album though. William, like Tommy, discovers a new world through good vibrations, maybe in more than one way – there are some Beach Boys records in the bag Anita leaves him, after all. The little montage we get of that record bag seems like an excuse to showcase as many of director Cameron Crowe’s favourite 60s acts as possible. Hendrix! Dylan! Mitchell! Cream! Zeppelin! Young! Crosby, Stills, and Nash! In short a lot of good shit. And, of course, Tommy.

That needle drop– and the needle actually drops, on camera– transitions into a time skip, bringing us up to 1973 and William, age 15. Four years may not seem like a lot for the introduction of effectively a new William after it, but a lot can happen in any four years, let alone the four years between being 11 and being 15, and the four years between the end of the ‘60s and the mid-’70s, for rock music. The equivalent years for me would have been 2008-2013, and yeah, you could call those the years that 2000s indie rock and folk, the sound of the hipster, put out some of its greatest last gasps before being a bit (of course, not entirely) subsumed by the machine of corporatism. Was the same thing happening to rock by the 70s? After all, the modern hipster owes so much to the hippy. Is that why the fire of the 60s, with some exceptions (Fleetwood Mac, anyone?) faded into monotonous guitar-pounding and synthetics by the later ‘70s and dark age of the ‘80s, setting the stage for the renaissances of punk and grunge? You could argue. And this movie is interested in arguing.

Iggy Pop and the Stooges – Search and Destroy

They put Kate Hudson on the poster, like she’s the most memorable part of the movie and its most scene-stealing character. She’s fine. We’ll talk about her character in a couple needle drops. But she’s not that. Even Zooey commands more of a presence, but the grand prize has to go to Philip Seymour Hoffmann as Lester Bangs, the heart of the movie, a bouncing, cynical, excitable, straight-shooting music journalist. He’s William’s way into the world of journalism that makes him Cameron Crowe’s author avatar (Crowe wrote for Rolling Stone, like William aspires to) and his guiding light. He bounds onto the screen during a radio station interview, pulling records off the shelf, and this is the song that really gets him going.

Todd Rundgren - It Wouldn’t Have Made Any Difference

This track plays as Wiliam and Lester chat in a diner. I haven’t a clue who Todd Rundgren is, though I don’t mind the soft rock sound of this song, so let’s talk about the scene itself, and the conversation. I also don’t know much about director Cameron Crowe, so the death of the author applies somewhat here, but I know that Almost Famous is practically biographical, with William as the young Crowe, a hard rock fan in a time when the journalistic institutions weren’t a fan of that sound. Knowing that raises the question of how much we’re supposed to take Lester and his dialogue at face value. Hoffman’s charisma makes it feel like we ought to believe him, and he speaks wisely. In contrast to Anita’s simple “you’ll be cool,” Lester deconstructs the whole idea of cool. He thinks rock and roll is over by the onset of the 70s, because of that intro quote up there. Is this Crowe calling back to his own thoughts on the time? Or was it more current to his feelings on rock by the turn of the century, contemporary to the movie? What rock died in 2000? Grunge? Or is it a fool’s errand– resurrecting an author meant to be dead— to apply contemporary thought to a movie that, a quarter century later, still feels timeless? LEster’s still-loving cynicism puts him in contrast to Anita and Penny’s romanticism of rock, and William’s somewhere there in between.

Black Sabbath - Paranoid

Listen, I can’t write thinkpieces on every song in this soundtrack. I don’t really know Black Sabbath either. Fortunately, they’re not really relevant to the plot, except in being a way for the plot to connect William with Stillwater, the fictional band that stands in for, as far as I can tell, the Allman Brothers in Crowe’s real experience. Jethro Tull and Yes play in this sequence, too. I’m telling you, needles drop in this movie faster than into the garbage can at a downtown public library bathroom.

The Beach Boys - Feel Flows

This track plays as William has his first romantic moment with Kate Hudson’s character “Penny Lane,” the Girl On the Movie Poster. They lie to each other about their respective ages, our first really big tip-off to the rotten heart of the “industry of cool.” Penny tries to imply she’s more than a groupie, more like some classic courtesan, not just there for sex (remember - she’s 16 in this!) but as a muse crucial to Stillwater’s success.  While William, like Nick Carroway, judges at a distance, within and without, recalling Lester’s urging not to make friends with rock stars, Penny is all in, at least at first. Her arc is about moving beyond romanticizing her own exploited role, or at least recognizing a balance alongside the very real power of music. Then without a silent note or a scene cut, “Feel Flows” transitions to 

Joni Mitchell - River

Which I always thought was a Christmas song, even when Blue is definitely not a Christmas album. Why is “River” playing in this scene set in the summer? Well, it’s a gorgeous song, so I don’t mind. To Mitchell, by the way, I do have a more personal connection. Sort of. When she was just beehive-hairdoed Joni Anderson, Calgary art student, she got her first singing cash from the Sunday night folk circles at the Depression Coffeehouse on Scarth Street, where the likes of Gordon Lightfoot dropped in. When she took the stool to apparently lilt through a soprano version of “Sloop John B,” Irish Rovers frontman Will Millar is quoted as having said “Oh Christ, this bird is singing again?” The Depression is gone, but there’s a picture of Joni on the front of the bar at the address now, and I get a work discount at the dog-themed dog-friendly microbrewery next door. Just thought I’d throw that in there.

Stillwater - Fever Dog

This is the song through which we’re introduced to the fictional band that the movie is, nominally, about. And it’s fine I guess? I can’t really remember much about Stillwater’s written-for-the-movie music itself. It’s more about the characters in the band, who aren’t the most memorable in the whole movie, but since characters are a strength of Almost Famous overall, they’re still pretty good. Frontman Russell (Billy Crudup) is an asshole, which we come to realize is the type to seek fame, though straight and simple love of the art can do that too. So he gets some growth and development through this. William is lovably, dorkily relatable, but the movie does do that insufferable imagined coming of age thing where girls fall over themselves for the dorky guy anyway. If only. The manager is a cool dude. The drummer is basically Ringo. There’s so many characters and so many songs in this movie. I’m gonna need to pick this pace up. Once the band gets on the road, the movie gets a bit picaresque. There are broken fences, weird radio DJs, and the band growing in fame all through. William plays a good relatable eye on the scene - love the corduroy jacket. Lamely the movie does do the insufferable imagined and totally inauthentic coming-of-age thing where the girls fall all over the dorky guy anyway. If only. Well, at least that’s over quick enough.

Neil Young - Everybody Knows This is Nowhere

Neil Young is a good singer, a really authentic, folksy style to him, though I can be annoyed at his leaving our shared country behind to become a star in the US, like Joni did. But there’s an authentic and down-to-earth vibe to hearing a Young song, so it makes sense that this would play as Russell drags William to a house party somewhere on the prairies– Nowhere, USA, as Everybody Knows. Russell is trying to get away from fame and the circuit, or is he? Because his being there makes this random house party more than that, it makes it a party with a rock star, and Russell seems to love that. The contradictions of fame– those who seek it can never escape it. This is one of the funniest scenes, too.

Elton John - Tiny Dancer

Authenticity is a big theme in Almost Famous,as mentioned previously. It’s the source of the rift that almost drives the band apart, and yet a sing-along to Tiny Dancer starts to bring them back. I wonder if Elton has aged so well because, in a time of engineered authenticity, his rebellious gender-bending glam performativity was soulfully real.

David Bowie - I’m Waiting For My Man

I didn’t know it was Bowie until later. Assumed it was the Velvet Underground original, maybe just a live or alternate version with Lou Reed singing a bit differently. I’m realizing now that this might be a reference to a bit of dialogue between William and Lester earlier on, when Lester says “If Lou’s doing Bowie, and Bowie’s doing Lou, then Lou’s still doing Lou.” Or maybe the dialogue is a reference to the song. Thankfully for me writing this, this plays late enough in the movie that I ought not to recap the plot, for spoiler reasons. Important plot and character stuff happens while it plays if I’m remembering right. I might not be remembering right. I shan’t tell you what that important stuff is.

Cat Stevens - The Wind

This most absolutely excellent song, and some killer dialogue reshuffled from that quote up at the top of the post, plays over one of the most beautiful scenes in the movie, and the one scene if there is one scene to convince the viewer that Kate Hudson does deserve to fill the whole poster. Penny dances barefoot with a single rose in the petal-strewn remnants of a concert while the band, offscreen, considers whether they should sell out their manager and buy a jet. It feels like a lament for the authenticity of classic rock. The contrast between that jet and the trusty old bus ends up playing a role in the climaxes (there are several of these) and representing a lot, even coming back for the very final shot.

Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

The climax takes place in New York, because of course it does. All road trip movie climaxes do, unless the trip goes the other way and the climax takes place in LA. There will never be an indie movie hero from Denver, not because there’s anything wrong with Denver, but because the plot needs to take place as long, east-west, as possible. So Our Hero must be from one or another of the coasts. We’ve all come to look for America. In seeing how seeking fame, the American dream, tears apart relationships and degrades morality and yet opens all of us up to new experiences, did we find it? Or is America too big for even the bombast of rock and roll to encompass? Well, I wouldn't know. I’m Canadian.

We only meet Anita again here at the end, and at this point she seems naive, if dressed in an extremely retro-cool candy red uniform. Spiffy bright uniforms ought to make a comeback: they add a sense of purpose and place to work. The finale to William and Penny’s story takes place in a New York airport, because of course it does, and it’s a story beat clearly meant for a train station, but by 1973, passenger trains were already gone from America. That may be the greatest ever loss for we window-staring romantics of this continent. All things go. All things go.

This writeup took a long time because I always felt that the layers hidden within this movie deserved more words. Plus it took a while to break beyond my fool’s errand of trying to recap every. Single. Song. For being under two hours, there’s just so much here.

I give this Hipster Movie triple platinum.

Project Hipster is a futile and disorganized attempt to dive into the world of things that the internet has at some point claimed "are hipster," mostly through ListChallenges search results.

This review comes from the sixteenth list, Indie Films That Your Hipster Friend Watches. Though again, I am the Hipster Friend, I think. Though for movies I guess it might be John.

Up next: a return to food! Or rather a drink.

Stay deck.

[omitea]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒

char. g. suguru x fem! reader.

tags. mention of eating. reader has a pregnant bump. pure fluff, so watch out for cavities. based on this post of mine. proofread? idk u tell me.

╰┈➤ you come home to find suguru having a tea party with his two little princesses.

. note. i couldn’t detain myself okay. girl dad suguru has my heart n so will it have yours. you’re very welcome <3 and @satorisoup here u go sweets :)

if the people who could make geto suguru do anything while having them wrapped around their fingers, it would be your own two daughters. you have him wrapped around yours too— but it’s different in some ways.

he’s very protective of his little ones, not daring to be too stern or say no to them. afraid to break their fragile heart as they look him in the eyes with such hope. hoping that their father would cave into their playful little banters anyways.

which is why it’s not so uncommon anymore in the geto household to come home to a messy house. dolls scattered here and there, the tv still playing an unfinished barbie movie that you’ve watched a hundred times together. you find comfort in the domesticity of it all, wholesome how your small precious family lights your world up despite living in such a ruined world.

upon further entering your home— your ears pick up the sound of innocent giggles. purely filled with happiness and exciting squealing in between. you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

you decided to finally approach the half closed door, quietly snorting at the heart-warming sight in front of you. your two little girls were busy preparing their dad for a royal dinner with the “king” and “queen”— referring to the two bears that sat at the table with paper crowns on their heads.

suguru had a concerning look on his face. it was funny to see a stoic looking man like him panicking from the inside. two pairs of chubby hands were working on his long hair, doing whatever they could muster up that’s suitable for them. wearing a plastic tiara. the other pair was making sure his messy makeup matched the painfully-stretched dress he was wearing.

wait…

you gasped as realization hit you, causing three heads to comically turn in your direction. “geto suguru, is that my favorite dress?” you questioned. but that wasn’t your top priority right now as your daughters ran up to you— causing you to teeter before gripping the door to steady yourself.

you greeted your girls with a few kisses on their foreheads, before pressing one on your awaiting husband’s temple. “you look stunning,” you hummed against his skin, trying to surpass the smile that was making it’s way onto your face. he could only scoff and shake his head, oblivious to the dangerous stares.

“daddy, you said you liked it!,” the older one stated. this only caused suguru to panic more as he tried his best to assure her. “i do…i do like it, sweetheart.” but his daughter was smart enough to not give in that easily.

the youngest jutted her bottom lip out as she continued to stare at her father. oh she knew what she was doing. sisters, one being four and one being seven? yeah that was a dangerous pair indeed.

suguru snaked his arm around your waist, looking up at you with pleading eyes. a way to ask for help to get out of this situation he could’ve avoided by saying no. but it wasn’t that simple. being a father simple changed his life for the best and he is extremely grateful for that fact.

“i love you a lot, suguru…,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “but i can’t help you with this one.”

his large hand found it’s way under your shirt— tracing the stretch marks on your bump softly with his finger tips. “you go eat then,” he smiled. “the torture of taking these knots out of my hair will be worth every single second.”

at that, you pinched his cheeks and let them all three know you will be in the kitchen and left. not even five seconds later, you heard the youngest yell, “mommy! daddy ripped your dress!”

the deep sigh you let out wasn’t one of exhaustion and irritation, it was more the one of amusement. because that’s how your little family was. always finding a new way to add more unexpected events in your happy life.

but just after your other little one is here, your life will finally be complete.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[ur-elder]

I’ve been caught in this cycle of grieving through my joy. Bathing M (my two year old) reminds me of my childhood. My father would always bathe us. I know my mother did so much but that was his way of bonding with us. He played the best games, and threw his whole heart and soul into them as if he were auditioning for Broadway—or perhaps he was able to heal some of his childhood through play. Whatever it was, my father made taking a bath a wonderfully magical time for us kids. The most striking game that we all recall with ease was “Mufasa.”

You may recognize the name from the animated movie “The Lion King,” which was frequently played on VHS in our household. Now the game was simply my father shutting off all of the lights in the bathroom, save for the connected walk-in closet light. The light would illuminate just enough for us to comfortably see the exchange. My father would step into the closet, hidden from sight, and negotiate with “Mufasa” who spoke in a booming, deep voice.

“Please, they just want to play!” My dad would plead with the scary being.

“Then they must stop that splashing!” Mufasa would roar. It was a negotiation on our behalf for whatever felt right at the moment. We would shriek and hide and giggle and beg for more. He always allowed us as much game time as he could, before the bath water would inevitably become too cold to stand.

I think all of these thoughts while bathing my own son. I grieve my father while feeling love and joy at having the opportunity to raise my own child. I took my father for granted my entire life. And the moment I recognized all he was to me, he was gone. I am so thankful I started to appreciate him in my mid twenties, a year or so before his passing. I begged for visits and time and phone calls. It wasn’t enough, looking back. I thought I had time to build this really cool adult relationship on top of the father-daughter relationship I had come to appreciate. I didn’t. It crushes me under its weight, this grief. Magnus lost an incredible grandfather, one who would have tirelessly indulged in silly games at bath time to make him smile. And despite processing this deeply painful realization over a year ago, the pain does not recede. Sure, it slumbers and allows me my joyful moments. But the human brain does not release such intense euphoric emotions, regardless of their damage. I grieve anew each time a loving memory is prodded. Then I process. Then I heal. And then the cycle begins again. But I won’t let go, either. He belongs in my head, my heart, and in my thoughts. His memory is important. Regardless of the strain, it helps. It helps that I remember so sharply and can use those memories to be a better parent. I’m thankful I can grieve, and openly cry and snot whenever I feel the need. It is not the linear healing I had anticipated nor experienced prior. His death has imprinted upon me and altered how I view my relationships and my own life. I have many regrets. But there is not time like the present to make a change, say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done. Our loved ones are counting on us. My dad needed love and support towards the end of his life. I was reaching my hand out, but not fast enough, not intentionally enough. I will never make that same mistake again. I will love fiercely, be outspoken, be upfront, and let the people know in my life that I love them and that I do not take their love for granted. You will never have enough time. Make the best of it.

[rosesonbreeze]

Whenever she brings Aiden into familiar spaces, like her family home or this familiar cafe, Anna's always pleasantly surprised by how he fits. He's confident, but unassuming. Calm as anything, whether it's a cozy cafe or the riot of the Ricci household. He relaxes against the booth, and Anna's already imagining him in lighter layers, waiting for her during Paris Fashion Week. It makes her free-spirited nature want to plan, tick off dates in a calendar. A conversation for after a nice sip of wine.

"Seventeen. Just before prom, they called me up to do fashion week in Paris. My first international gig. The rest, as they say, is history." A thirteen-year long modeling career, comprised of billboards and commercials and movie cameos. But she'd be remiss not to add; "You should've seen my dad's face when I said I wasn't going to college." Unlike Aiden, she wasn't a talented athlete first and foremost. Giving up on college to model felt like a frivolous choice, contentious at the time.

It's different now, but there's no forgetting those years of uncertainty.

"It's not crazy or stupid. I've seen you work, remember?" Anna's nosy as anything, and her stints at Chelsea involved days of milling around the stadium and observing practice. So she's seen it first hand - Aiden's work ethic, his dialed in focus. It can only be admired, Anna's never honed in the way he has to regularly. "I know how you get. Cute little furrow right there." She presses her finger gently between his eyebrows, a playful smile on her face. "Besides, if you were easily distracted. We would've started this--" She gestures between them. "Much earlier."

She decides on a small nibble, ordering a Bouillabaisse to share. Something warm and light, after the baguettes and macrons. "Emily in Paris, it's about an American in Europe. So," she shrugs, like it answers why she likes it so much. "I was actually in an episode. I was hot girl who hits on Emily's boyfriend." Hey, it's a living, isn't it? "Which means, you have to stay awake long enough to see me in it." Maybe she'll pre-load his tablet and make him read it on the flight back to London.

"So... Right into training when you get back?" Not subtle in the least, as Anna's face contorts into a tiny frown. "I'm going to miss you." She doesn't hesitate to admit. Already, she's dreading the cold side of the King bed.

She'll rest when she's dead or retired? He lets out a breath of amusement. He knows what she means, but he also knows for a fact that she's the comfiest of snugglers. Even a real-life battery such as Anna needs to recharge, and Aiden's fairly confident that, later, when they've finally made their way back to their hotel, it won't be long until they're cozy (clean) under the covers.

Like in bed, he keeps close, striding to their next stop with renewed curiosity. Le Deux Magots is charming. Well— are things charming because they are or because Anna is? Once they're under the green canopies of the notable establishment, he decides that it's probably both. He notes the matching curtains, the recessed lights, and the classy tile. And once he sees the silent communication between her and the stranger just ahead? Yeah, it's definitely both.

"How old were you?" What Aiden knows of her past are pieces rationed out through personal stories and observations, not just quick searches on the internet. He expects that the answer is 'young,' and he more than just understands the concept of entering the workforce even before you've finished growing. "Did you end up here first, and then London?"

After giving thanks for the glass, he lifts it and sips, letting the quiet atmosphere sink in. "I've been here before," he answers, "but never by myself." Aiden is nothing if not simple. It almost always amounts to: "Work. So I never really—" he shakes his head, "—I know it sounds crazy, and maybe a little stupid, but it's basically my first time." Would it hurt her to know that he'd only ever seen the Eiffel Tower while driving by? Or that the actual first time he was here, he'd been hit by a bad bout of food poisoning? He's given airline food a look since then.

And speaking of food, "I'll leave this to you, by the way." He taps on the menu sitting at the corner of the table. "You let me do this, I might accidentally get that 'foy grass' you hate so much." Yes, he knows that's not how you say it, but no, he will not be saying it properly. There are other things to ask, such as, "Wait. What show did they film here?" Try as he might, he can't remember a thing that she's watched while he's been beside her, on the couch or on the plane. He's usually been asleep.

[peakyblinders1919]

Haddie Harrington Pt 6

|part 1| |part 2| |part 3| |part 4| part 5 |

The last thing Steve thought he’d be doing was getting advice from Dustin. It was moments like this that he remembered, he held so dear to him when he was away. That drove him back. Taking Dustin to his first school dance, giving him girl advice… King Steve never thought he’d be spending his Saturday nights that way. Now, Daddy Steve never imagined El and Will would be coloring with Haddie or Dustin and Max would be giving him advice on what to wear.

He swatted Dustin’s hand away. “Come on man, what have I said about my hair?”

He looked at his friends gaze in the reflection of the mirror, frozen for a second. “Don’t touch it?”

“Yeah, don’t touch it.”

“Jeez, I guess things haven’t changed at all.”

Steve might agree, giving his Farrah Faucet can a spray to lock his brown strands in place, but a 5’7” tall Dustin stood in front of him, something the size and weight of a brick in his pocket he called a phone, telling him to ditch the varsity jacket from high school and wear the white button up. 

“What do you think?” Steve asked after holding out his arms and approving of the reflection that looked back at him. He couldn’t believe he was so nervous, seeming to have lost all the cool, calm, and collectedness he always had. 

“You look like a din… a dad.” Dustin said once he’d read Steve’s expression suggesting he say something nice or say nothing at all. 

Though it was true, he didn’t need the constant reminder of how much had changed, the constant reminder of how much he’d missed, gazing out the window at the beat-up hand-me-down station wagon in his driveway, Sinclair’s keys next to his own in the bowl in the foyer. 

“Don’t you have like…  a paper to write or something?” Suddenly the company seemed less than helpful, eating away at the time he had to prepare for his date with you. 

Dustin mocked him and the others were shouting from downstairs that they were going to be late for the movie and really all that had changed was that they were all a little taller, a little older, maybe a little wiser. 

And you were missing.

“Hey, once this is over, assuming you don’t mess it up, Y/N will be able to hang with all of us again, right?”

“I’m not going to mess it up Henderson. I can’t.”

He wouldn’t. He knew what would be the consequence if he did; every what if he’d dreamed about, every happy ending he ever pictured, would remain a fairytale. It would all have been for nothing. Moving out of Hawkins, moving back, living.

Saying goodbye to the crew as they drove back to campus to cram at the library or otherwise do whatever it is college kids did these days, he buckled Haddie up and let the car and the road take him to you.

His gaze shifted from Haddie to you; standing at the door was summer and fall and every season, perhaps his world all squeezed into a plaid skirt and warm cardigan, radiating warmth from her smile, her greetings. 

Though you tried to ignore it, heat rose to your cheeks when after greeting the others you stood, chest to chest and nearly nose to nose with Steve.

“Good morning Mr. Harr… Steve.” Making yourself look busy tucking another stray hair behind your ear, was it obvious how nervous you were? Were you supposed to call him by his formal surname like you did with all the other students’ parents? Were you supposed to treat him like the friend you knew, the friend you hoped he still was?

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” he said, sickly sweet, a student trying to butter you up. And it might have worked, if only.

“Good morning Haddie. Nice outfit today, let me guess, you dressed yourself?”

She nodded proudly, quickly informing you though that Max and El helped with the bows in her pigtails. Your face fell, picturing what the morning must have looked like at the Harrington household, different now that you assumed you knew Steve well enough that he wasn’t living in that big box he was forced to call a house all those years ago, the kids lining up for a home-cooked breakfast rather than cold eggs from the college cafeteria, the girls helping Haddie get ready because god knows she needed someone to help style that hair of hers. Not that Steve was incompetent, in fact, the opposite, as he left little to no time to help her after his own hair was done.

“Miss Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Of course! I’m just so speechless you look so beautiful today. Why don’t you go get ready with your crayons?”

“Sorry about that-”

“It’s fine.” You lied, lips pursed and tight. She was a child, she didn’t know any better. Didn’t know that you felt left out, didn’t know that it not only bothered you but you wanted to know why.

“So.. I'll see you later tonight Miss. Y/N?”

His voice pulled you from your thoughts, helping perk you up a bit at the mention of his words and all that was insinuated underneath. It seemed everyone had grown comfortable over the weeks they’d been here; Haddie took herself inside and unpacked her backpack all alone and Steve with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, radiating pure confidence, head dipped and lips smiling as he pushed slightly into your space. Maybe it was all the hairspray going to his head (you couldn’t forget the smell of it, nor how he used it to get that piece or two to curl and fall too perfectly from its place and into his eye) or the fact that he was back playing on his home turf. Or maybe it was the fact that you had said yes to the date.

You hoped to get answers tonight rather than get led on. 

“Later tonight Steve.”

___

Normally you’d be glad to see him early, finding you lived off of you and Steve’s interactions more and more, but you’d had to call him at work, make him leave early and drive across town, and meet with you now. 

“Is everything alright?” Where to start. You didn’t know where to start. Not once had you been brought to silence in front of parents, but Steve wasn’t just a parent, he was so much more. Maybe it was the chewing on your bottom lip- your tell- that gave it away. Reaching across the kidney table, he took your hand in his, rubbed his thumb soothingly across the soft back of your hand. It instantly made you meet his eyes, your whole life flashing in the serene calm of the dark abyss. All the touches, all the secrets, all the shared experiences and memories, some crammed in a box in your closet, polaroids and other knick-knacks like his RayBans he left at your house once (you were convinced it was purposeful on his part, and he never asked for them back, just bought a new pair) and times he had comforted you and you him, and times you had nearly called him home, and all the times you claimed you were just friends and all the what ifs and all the why nots.

There was no easy way to tell him it, so suddenly, comfortably, you just let it out.

“There was an incident at recess today. Haddie was drawing with chalk-” the fact that the red, gold, and purple squiggles slightly resembled a decapitated dragon something you were sure to bring up later, “and some older boys starting making fun of her and… well… she hit them with a bat.”

“She what?”

“She hit them with a wiffle ball bat Steve.” Suddenly, for the first time in a long time, you saw him sweat, saw the tension building, felt the tension building when you reached across the table to offer him some calm and figured out the best way to approach this was the same way a younger you and Steve approached everything when it came to your past, the Upside down. Humor. “Wonder where she learned that from?”

He confirmed your suspicions with a nod of his hair, not a single hair out of place until he raked his hands through it, still a bit shocked as to the nature of this meeting. 

Tilting your head, you remained silent to let him process it all, and still neither of you pulled back, hands still clasped across the paint smeared table. 

“I thought your monster fighting days were over Steve,” you said it so genuinely, so soft and so raw it pulled him from his thoughts to look at you. His lips nearly twitched into a smile before he finally pulled free, what started as to comfort you turning to comfort him until he found it easier to mess up those curls again, anxiously pushing at the long locks. 

“I’ll always be fighting monsters,” he chuckled though nothing was funny, “Her monsters. The ones uder the bed, bullies-” he sighed. You couldn’t possibly understand, could you? Maybe that was a naive thought on his end, where he had one daughter to love and take care of for the rest of her days, you had 25.

“Seems like she knows how to fight them herself. Whether she learned those bat-weilding skills from you directly or not, maybe I’d rather not know. But look, I can’t let her do that here, you understand. And the boys’ parents, I don’t think they’re going to be as understanding.”

“Are you saying she’s getting kicked out? I… I.. don’t have any other childcare, unless you count that twerp Dustin as a reliable babysitter now,” he chuckled again, though this time it sounded anxious and perhaps there was some humor hidden behind it, humor at the crumbling situation he found himself in the middle of.

“No, Steve, she’s not getting kicked out. I would never do that to you.” The words left a stinging feeling in your chest, licking your lips in order to continue. “I would never do that to her. She loves it here, she’s very bright. I think you should take her home for the day, talk to her, maybe keep her home tomorrow, I’ll talk to the boys’ parents, and I’ll make sure to hide the bats here if you do.” 

He nodded, watching the tense roll off his shoulders, until he looked back at you stricken with panic.

“But what about our parent-teacher conference and-”

“I think this is a conference enough.” 

“Our date.” Once hopeful eyes turned stormy, misty at the suggestion it wasn’t going to happen. 

He wanted it as much as you did, confirmed by his eyes, his voice, his touch.

“Meet me at the coffee shop at 7.”

I don't know if anyone's still interested in this but here ya go! I'm going to make it my goal to finish this series once and for all

[pascalpanic]

so i read this scenario on reddit and i thought it would be a cute and fluffy fic idea if you want to write it :)

one of the Pedro boys (i was thinking frankie or marcus moreno but you can put any one of them that you feel like would fit the story) lands himself in the hospital and the reader visits him often cause they’re friends. they notice that every time they visit, his heart rate monitor speeds up, like not enough to cause alarm but enough to be noticeable, and that’s how she finds out that he likes her and they decide to date (after he gets out of hospital)

Appendicitis (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: talk of being ill, vomit, pain, lots of talk of hospitals and that being a major setting, Frankie is a dad, language

A/N: welcome back to Josie’s quest to clean her inbox! This idea was so precious!! I hope you guys like it!!

Frankie is in fucking agony. Never has he felt something as painful as this, never has such pain radiated through his body so intensely that he has no choice but to vomit out his stomach’s contents.

He spends the day at home, occupying his daughter as best he can while he’s in such suffering. He figures that maybe it’s just really bad gas cramping or constipation. Marisol plays quietly, at her daddy’s request, watching her favorite Disney movies on the couch while nuzzled into his side. Frankie has never been so grateful to get her into bed at the end of the day.

After a full day of the pain, and realizing that it wasn’t going away no matter how many painkillers he took, Frankie gave in around midnight. Lying in his bed, skin turning gray and the pain now decisively in his right side, Frankie called you.

After a few rings, you picked up. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hi.” His voice sounds agonized. “How much do you charge for babysitting again?” He asks, the strain clear.

You’re confused, pushing the phone closer to your ear and thinking it might be the distance that makes him sound so odd. “Uh, you’re my friend, so free. You need me to take Mari?” You ask him.

He nods. “Yeah; how much for like a week though? I don’t want to impose though, and-“

His voice sounds terrible. “Frankie. Shut up. A week? What’s wrong? I can take Marisol for as long as you need, but I gotta know what’s going on.”

Frankie is quiet before he grunts softly in pain. “I think my appendix might be fucked up. It hurts like fucking hell. Mari’s asleep, I don’t wanna wake her or anything, but could you-“

You cut him off once more, sitting bolt upright. “I’m on my way over. Do you think you can hang on until I get there? I can drive you to the hospital, or we’ll get one of the boys.”

“That sounds good,” Frankie agrees. “Fuckin’ ambulances are so expensive.”

You chuckle softly. “Hang in there, Fish, okay? I’m gonna call Will, see if he can drive you and I’ll stay with Mari. How’s that?”

Marisol loves you. There’s no better solution in Frankie’s eyes: she behaves better for you than she does for him. She’ll be in good hands, happy for as long as he needs to be in the hospital healing. “Perfect. God, you’re a fucking angel. Don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better than me,” you snort as you pull on a hoodie and slip on some shoes. “I’m gonna call Will. You got this, Fish. Distract yourself. I’ll send you updates.”

When you arrive at the Morales household, Will’s truck is already in the driveway. He lives closer, so it makes sense. Be quiet and don’t wake Mari, you remember as you slip off your shoes and head up the stairs of Frankie’s home. It’s quiet, unsurprising for this time of night, and you know Mari is a light sleeper. Frankie would never want to wake her at this hour.

Wandering into his room, you find Will standing next to the bed and an incredibly worn-looking Frankie. His skin holds barely any color, his face almost green in nausea. You rush to his side. “Frankie, holy shit,” you exclaim in a loud whisper, taking his hand. “You’re okay?”

“I will be if Miller mans up and gets me out of this bed,” he says, followed by a chuckle with no humor.

Will sighs. He’s wearing pajamas too, looking as exhausted as you are. Frankie groans as he hears Mari’s tiny voice over the baby monitor. “Fuck. You’re staying with her, Will’s bringing me?” He clarifies, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Nodding, you squeeze his hand. “Give me directions quickly and I’ll go get her. You gotta sit up first, Frankie,” you reassure him.

He squeezes your hand back tight and sits up, his face contorting in pain. There’s a flush of redness to his cheeks, and it makes him look more human for a moment until it fades again. “She won’t fall back asleep unless she’s in this bed with you. She needs the attention. Uh, food is in the fridge, you know emergency shit,” he says, with surprising coherence for the pain he’s in.

You nod and ruffle Frankie’s soft bedhead. “Benny- fuck,” you wince, knowing the Miller brothers hate being mixed up. Somehow, even with their distinct personalities, you do it all the time. “Will. Send me updates,” you remind him as you stand. “And you, Francisco,” you murmur and press a kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead, “get some strong pain meds and get better for me and Mari.” You smile softly and walk out of the room.

The room next to Frankie’s is beautiful, a sage green paint and lots of woodland creatures painted on the walls by Frankie’s surprisingly artistic hands. There’s a crib covered by a creamy white canopy and the little girl pokes her head up, tilting to the side in confusion as she sees you.

It’s not fear, of course. Mari loves you, absolutely adores you in fact. She’s just… confused. Her little brain can tell it’s the middle of the night. “Where’s Daddy?” She asks, making uppy arms at you.

You walk over to her crib, picking her up and kissing her head. “Daddy’s got a tummyache, cutie,” you tell her and tickle her tummy gently, making her giggle and bury her tiny face in your chest. “He’s gonna go see the doctor and get it all fixed up, okay? You and I are gonna have so much fun,” you assure her, and she giggles again.

You can hear two sets of feet, slowly moving. “Let’s go give Daddy a kiss goodbye, okay?” Mari nods and rubs her little eyes.

Frankie’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders in the hall, looking absolutely agonized. He smiles a little as he sees you and his baby. “Hey, patita,” he chuckles. He dubbed her duckling from the soft tufts of fluff on her head as a baby. “Be good while I’m gone.”

Mari nods and puts a hand on either side of Frankie’s sweating face, making a little pout and giving him a kiss. “Love you, Daddy,” she says, a yawn overtaking her tiny face.

“Love you too,” he nods and looks up at you. “I owe you.”

“Friends don’t owe each other,” you shake your head. “Now get your a… butt to the hospital, Morales,” you tell him and pat Will on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

He nods at you and the two men shuffle along through the house until they can get Frankie into the car and on his way to (hopefully) sedation and a cure.

Yawning again, Mari’s big brown eyes look up at you from where you hold her on your hip. “Snack?” She asks you, pointing towards the kitchen.

Her little voice and tiny, pudgy fingers are too much. “I suppose. Only because we’re having special girls’ time,” you tease and boop her nose. Setting her on the counter, you grab some cubes of cheese and some berries, which you make sure are in small pieces.

Mari’s content to eat her snacks with you, and you can see her growing sleepier again as the plate empties out. “Sleepy?” You ask her, and she nods. “Alright, cutie pie,” you sigh and lift her, holding her to your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your torso. “Do you want me to cuddle with you?” You ask.

She nods. “Gotta snuggle for late sleepies. Daddy says that.”

The words melt your heart. Frankie’s always been so good with her, so warm and skilled and precious. It only makes your crush on the man grow every time his little girl babbles about how much she loves her daddy. “Does he?”

She nods. “Daddy sings for me.”

Frankie singing Marisol to sleep. The idea melts your heart. You need in on that. “What does he sing to you?” You ask. “What’s your favorite song that daddy sings to you?”

She thinks for a moment as you sit on the edge of the bed, allowing her to clamber off your lap and into the cozy king-sized bed. “Rocket Man.” It’s hard to decipher in her baby-talk, but you get it.

“He sings that for you?” You ask as you get under the covers, into the blankets that are still warm from Frankie’s body heat, that smell like his cologne.

Mari snuggles into your chest, and nods softly. “Can you sing Rocket Man?”

“Of course,” you nod and trace little circles into the toddler’s back, singing the Elton John song to her in a soft voice. It doesn’t take long, now that she’s in her daddy’s bed and got a snack, for her to fall asleep. She snores softly, and you follow suit not too long after.

-

It did turn out that Frankie had appendicitis. The doctors weren’t entirely sure what caused it, but you and the Miller brothers rotated your time with Marisol at home and the hospital with Frankie, as his stay was painfully long for such an active man. Santiago video chatted often, but being out of town prevented him from physically seeing Fish.

It took him about a week to recover, and that time was mostly spent napping or watching the television in his room. He’d bullshit with the guys or you when you were around, and he especially loved the time of the afternoon every day where one of you brought Marisol to see him.

Usually it was just you or one of the Millers who stayed in the room with him. The other two either stayed with Marisol or got to stay at home and rest for themselves. It was a lucky day when you and Benny got to both be with Frankie for a while, telling stories and laughing. It was your turn to be off-duty, but all you wanted from your free time was to be with the man.

Your presence has always made Frankie’s heart rate a little faster. It’s always made his palms a little clammy, and his pants a little tighter sometimes. At least now he can attribute it to the pain.

Every time his eyes catch yours, his heart monitor gets a little louder. It’s odd, but you shrug it off. It can’t mean anything. It’s just your Frankie. After an hour or so of spending time with the guys, you run to get fast food for the three of you. While you’re away, you receive a text from Benny.

Benny Boy: you’re fucking with his head, bro

You: what?

Benny Boy: the heart rate monitor is nearly silent right now. every time frankie looks at you it spikes, don’t tell me you haven’t been noticing that

You: do you want nuggets or a burger?

You: thats ridiculous, Benny.

Benny Boy: always nuggets. but seriously, his heart rate is at like 54 right now, he’s just chilling and kind of dozed off. let’s check it when you come back.

You: be prepared for the most boring science experiment ever. also, what dip do you want?

After you receive your bulging bags of food, stuffed from both Benny’s and Frankie’s massive appetites, you return to the hospital.

You: walking in. pulse status?

Benny: 60. he’s a little more awake now.

As you enter the room, Frankie turns to you and grins. “Hey. What did you get?” He asks.

You plop the bags on the small table overhanging Frankie’s bed and grin. “Just your usual order. I know what you like,” you shrug as you unpack the food.

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 77

Smiling at the rate of Frankie’s heart, more than you should really, you sit down back next to Benny and the three of you eat your food. It’s somewhat quiet, the chatter dying as you devour the fast food, savoring the grease and salt.

After everyone is finished, you stand and clean up the garbage, tossing it all away. You sit back down on Frankie’s bedside. “So, macho man. How’s the pain?” You ask, your fingers tracing his good side.

Beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 86

He shrugs. “It hurts like a bitch, and they said it’s gonna keep hurting like a bitch.”

“Poor baby,” you chuckle, cupping the side of his face and kissing his forehead softly.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 96

Benny groans and stands. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He smacks your arm as he walks past, as if rubbing in the evidence he’s found. “And then take a walk, I think.”

You’re still seated at Frankie’s side, on the inflatable hospital mattress. “Oh Benjamin,” Frankie rolls his eyes. “Why’d he leave so quick?”

You shrug, though you know the answer. “Who knows? Benny can’t even predict himself,” you chuckle. Frankie’s hand rests over his chest. You slide your hand over his torso and lace your fingers through his until you’re holding it. You can feel his heart thumping steadily against it. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 104

He smiles. “I’m lucky I have you.”

You sigh softly as you look up at the heart rate monitor again. “I gotta say, you have a really high resting rate,” you say nonchalantly, as if you believe it.

Frankie’s face warms. “I, uh-“

“I’m kidding, Frankie,” you mumble softly to him, smiling a little. “I really like you, and I think that monitor is helping me know you like me too. When you get out of here, can we maybe go on a date some time?”

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. HR: 112

Nodding enthusiastically, those floppy curls move with his head. “I would love that,” he tells you with a beaming smile. “God, have you been able to tell all day?” He asks as he looks up at the monitor, his ears burning with heat as he reads the pulse rate. It’s embarrassingly high.

“Yeah,” you finally admit and smile down at him. “But it’s cute. And it makes me feel all warm inside because I finally know you like me too.”

Big brown eyes stare up at you with all of the love in the world. “If I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, I’d kiss you right now,” he promises. “But that’ll have to wait.”

“Yes it will,” you nod and kiss his forehead again, easing him back against the mattress he’d lifted up from slightly. “Now I’m going to go find Benny, and you slow down that heart rate,” you tease and ruffle his curls.

“I’m not gonna be able to slow it down with you around,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes slipping shut.

-

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[moviemunchies]

I recently saw the 2010 Robin Hood movie again. And I had some thoughts.

[And they were thoughts other than “Oh thank goodness I’m not watching the 2018 one.]

Alright obligatory aside when talking about this movie: we have to talk about Nottingham. There was a time when in every discussion of the movie, Nottingham would come up, or someone in the comments would say that he or she wished we got to see Nottingham instead of this movie. 

The story goes like this: working its way through development hell was a script titled “Nottingham” which was a different take on the Robin Hood story from the point of view of the Sheriff of Nottingham, the traditional antagonist of the stories. The main gist of it was that it was CSI: Medieval England, with the Sheriff investigating a series of murders and trying to catch the killer. I’ve seen conflicting stories over how this would have gone down–if Robin Hood was going to be the killer, or be framed for the murders. But either way, it would be a reversal of the usual format, with the Sheriff as the hero, and Robin Hood as being an antagonistic force.

When Ridley Scott signed on to do a Robin Hood movie, he discarded all of that to make this movie. Naturally, a lot of people got upset about it. And that’s fair, but it’s been over a decade since this movie came out, so I’ve kind of stopped caring about Nottingham in that time. Good movies don’t get made sometimes. It happens. We move on with our lives. So please, please don’t make the “I wish this had been Nottingham instead!” comment. I don’t care. Get over it.

So! Moving on!

Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood tells the story of Robin Longstride, an English archer fighting with Richard’s army on the way back home from the Crusades. When King Richard dies in battle, Robin and his companions make it back to England before the rest of the army by pretending to be knights–but Robin ends up involved in a quest of his own, and the group soon get wrapped up in a plot by the King of France to take England from the weak King John.

Alright this movie has too much going on, because it’s trying to be both a Robin Hood movie and a historical epic concerning real events. I don’t mind it that much–I like tying the Robin Hood legend to real-life occurrences, but it gets to a truly absurd amount of content. Not only is this an origin story for the outlaw and his Merry Men, it covers the death of King Richard I, Marion’s story, an invasion attempt by France, Robin’s own traumatic childhood, and the precursor to the Magna Carta all in one story. I’m not even against the movie trying this, but there’s not enough time here to properly address them all. Some storylines get clearly shafted (that’s not meant to be an arrow pune), like the orphans in the woods of Nottingham suddenly helping our heroes at the end of the story when they were just being a nuisance up until that point. Or the crazy coincidence that Robin’s dad just happens to have been Locksley’s comrade in making a document protecting people’s rights.

I get excited about including history in historical fiction like this! Usually Robin Hood only has the monarchs, and vague references to the Crusades, and that’s it. Having Eleanor of Aquitaine and William Marshal as actual characters is a nice touch, at least in my eyes. But including all of these elements means we take time away from some parts that NEED to be developed more. Perhaps the Director’s Cut is better in this regard?

The character development that we do get is nice though. I remember thinking that Robin and Marion’s setup in this movie is unusual for a retelling, and rewatching it still is, but it also makes a really interesting dynamic that I like. I’m sure fans of “fake marriage” types of stories would eat this up. 

And Marion is a fascinating character! She’s been running her household for years waiting for her husband Sir Loxley to return, a man she doesn’t really know that well but is relying on to make this all okay, and the scene in which she finds out that he’s not coming is…. Really good. It’s a very good bit of Cate Blanchett showing off how to display strong emotions without speaking.

There is this weird bit of camerawork before it though in which it zooms in on her face, and that’s not necessary. We get it. There are a couple of other bits like this throughout the film that I didn’t get, but overall camerawork is pretty good.

Another thing that I think I really appreciate about this movie is that it doesn’t worship King Richard of England. Many adaptations of the Robin Hood stories idealize that the problems of England are just that this one douchebag, John, is in charge, and if Richard came back then it’d all be swell. This movie has scenes in which John points out that part of the reason his tax policies are in place are because Richard bankrupted the country for his wars (which everyone loved him for), and he’s RIGHT. Robin calls out Richard to his face for the cruelty of the Massacre in Acre (real thing that happened), though he’s put in stocks for it.

The Sheriff was wasted in this movie though. Matthew McFayden does good with what he has, but what he has isn’t that much.

But what’s really nice is that the final duel is settled with archery. I’d have preferred more archery in the movie, but Robin does make some good shots–unlike some movies, where he just does a couple for drama, and most of the deciding battles are concluded with a sword fight. This is Robin Hood guys! Make sure it ends with an arrow!

I do not know if this movie was really intended for sequels. Everyone acts like it is, and Russell Crowe was ready to do it, and there are enough dangling threads to do so. But I also see this as an origin story for a movie for a story you already know the main beats of. It didn’t get a sequel, but you know the gist of what happens next anyway, so it’s not too big of a problem. I am curious to know how that would have gone, but it’s not exactly a heartbreak.

I liked this movie. I know a lot of people hated it when it came out, but I thought it was fine. It hits a nice spot for me, being a fun historical fiction piece that actually uses the historical setting to tell the story rather than as slight flavoring like a lot of Robin Hood stories. But it isn’t a truly great movie because it doesn’t have time to deal with every element that it introduces.

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Hi!! For the fanfic ask game: "📊 Current number of WIPs" (and if you wanna talk about them, i'd be super curious to hear!)

Oh god, you know not what you ask 😅 okay lemme count real quick. Fair warning, nearly every single one is techno-centric oops

1. Witherblade AU - the official origins big bang fic, by popular vote! Phil is grieving Wilbur's death, and Technoblade is a necromancer who offers to help revive him. Cue big drama, a probably-unhealthy level of self-sacrifice, and end-game Phil/Kristin courtship <3

2. Bunnyblade AU - another origins fic, was originally gonna get used for the big bang but then I realized it would probably be shorter than I'd like. Techno is a rabbit hybrid exiled from his unsettlingly-insular community, and he stumbles across elytrian!Phil and is terrified because big scary bird of prey. Cue friendship arc, resolved misunderstandings, and recovering from brainwashing.

3. Witcher AU - witcher Techno is hired to take out a pack of draconids targeting livestock, but he figures out that it's actually a young Greater Dragon trying to care for his sick dad (it's tommy and phil lol). He takes on a secret mission to help them, ft. a (hopefully) cool fight scene

4. HTTYD AU - viking techno gets badly hurt while solo hunting, and when a dragon finds him Techno thinks he's gonna get eaten. But instead the dragon (phil) helps keep him alive long enough to heal. Cue magical found family.

5. Arrival AU - Techno and Phil are the lead science team trying to communicate with a first-contact alien species amid global uproar. Also includes some timeline fuckery which I will not spoil in case you haven't seen the movie (highly highly recommend!)

(Those first five can be found in greater detail here! I ran a poll about them recently)

6. Modern Single Dad AU - Techno is an early 20-something trying to do right by his younger brothers Wil and Tommy despite their aggressively neglectful parents. But he's still so young himself, and few 22-year-olds are equipped to feed, clothe, house, and attempt to raise two teenagers. Not that he's struggling, Techno never struggles (spoilers he does)

7. War Orphans AU - similar premise as above but in a feudal low-fantasy setting and with more plot. When Techno and Tommy's mom dies, Techno becomes head of the household and moves with his kid brother into the city to find work. He saves some teenager's life, and it turns out to be Wilbur, the crown prince. King Philza hires Techno as a personal guard for his son. A bit of found family h/c, but then the kingdom goes to war and Techno winds up being a brilliant tactician, playing a key role in battle leadership and becoming super close with Phil while crimeduo brotherhood develops in the background.

8. Space Orc AU: VERY loosely plotted, but something something Techno is a human ex-test subject stranded in space. He gets found by Phil and his crew, who man a scientific exploration ship a la star trek. Trauma healing, language barriers, cultural differences, and ideally a lot of Techno being inadvertently badass because Earth is widely considered a hell-world.

9. Acolyte AU: Piglin Techno is one of the last remaining priests for the old gods, specifically the blood god. He lives a quiet life tending his crumbling temple until one day a gang of soldiers drag in a war prisoner (phil) and demand that Techno perform a blood sacrifice. Cue fight scene possibly ft. divine intervention, then some trauma healing and trust building for EmDuo.

10. TFTSMP Techno + Tubbo ficlet: a narrative retelling of The Maze from the POV of the brothers that Techno and Tubbo played. What it says on the tin, plus unholy levels of angst because that's who I am as a person :')

11. Hippocratic Oath part 3: next installment of my ongoing Techno-Goes-To-Med-School AU, ft. EmDuo platonic life partnership. This part is gonna be centered around deciding which acceptance to take. (Might as well be a self-insert fic, i know, my partners already make fun of me for it, leave me alone :P)

12. Continuation of Champ: SBI+beeduo superhero AU, featuring Bench Trio as vigilantes whose anti-cop direct action pushes hero SBI over the edge into accepting that the hero commission is deeply, deeply corrupt. Hasn't been touched in like a century, but I have an exhaustive plot outline and worldbuilding document you gotta believe me-

13. Keres - ch1 is already published, but i havent touched it in like 6 months ;-; I desperately wanna get back to it though! Techno is a ghost hunter, Wilbur is seeing ghosts, and Phil emphatically does not believe in ghosts but is ready to try anything to help Wilbur feel less scared. Trying to lean hard into the horror aspect for this bad boy

14. Nuke AU - better known as "So Shit Has Hit the Fan," currently in active publication. In DSMP canon setting, a nuke goes off, and Techno hunkers down in his bunker with the rest of the syndicate. But Tubbo and Michael are unexpected guests, and Techno has to navigate all that social tension and lingering resentment while trapped in a tiny fallout shelter no one can escape from.

15. Neighbor AU - better known as "Like a Good Neighbor," also in active publication. Phil, Tommy and Wilbur are found family, and they slowly bring Phil's weird neighbor Techno into the fold. In doing so, they discover that Techno's past is still haunting him, and eventually they find themselves wrapped up in it too.

16. Not quite a WIP, but I have a month's worth of AU prompts that I'm planning to do a daily drabble event with! Most likely in August (get it, starts with AU), but we'll see if school allows me the time. I'm probably gonna post the prompts on here at some point so anyone else who wants to participate can do so!

*deep breath* aaand there ya have it! 16-ish WIPs in varying degrees of completion and publication (and likelihood of ever getting done, shh). Feel free to ask for more details on any of the above if you like, but I understand that this is already a fuck ton of information to take in, hah. Tysm for the opportunity to info dump <3

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Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

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Charlie Weasley headcanons🐉

All my Charlie headcanons (some of them are picked out from fanfics i´ve read at some point and I might add some over time)

1. He loves to sing and actually has a beautiful voice

2. I can totally see him with piercings maybe a lip ring or even nipple piercings idk

3. Several tattoos (at least 2 dragons and I think more of a Viking style if you know what I mean)

4. His hair is a bit curly and a darker orange tone

5. Likes to braid his hair to get it out of his face 

6. Likes nail polish (it's always chipped because of his work and scratches it off when he gets bored)

7. Likes to wear jewelry of all kind but usually doesn't because it's impractical for work

8. Likes to wear a bit of eyeliner and smudge it a bit 

9. He has beautiful brown eyes 

10. He's super affectionate and loves to cuddle 

11. Has many scars because he loves to cuddle with his dragons

12. All in all he's a soft boy who loves adventures

13. Loves Rock/Punk/Metal music but he also melts at sweet soft songs 

14. Adopts a dog and trains him so he can come with him on adventures without getting in danger 

15. He is the best Storyteller and can make everything sound like you were right there 

16. He was the one who his younger siblings always begged to read them bedtime stories

17. He always did it 

18. Idk why but he's closest with Bill and Ginny 

19. He's an Aro Ace king

20. He absolutely adores Fleur they are best friends 

21. (She calls him her Chérlie)

22. He's an early riser and loves to get up and watch the sunrise or even start working already

23. He's not the best cook but he loves baking and is great at it

24. Doesn't want to admit it but sometimes he prefers coffee over tea

25. Is a good listener but would totally get distracted by cute animals

26. He has a ton of freckles on his whole body but mostly face, shoulders, back and arms

27. He hates being sick and as long as he is just a little bit sick he'll still try to go to work  (he tries to argue his dragons will keep him warm)

28. As soon as he really get's sick and that little coughing turns into a full blown cold he gets super whiney and wants to get cuddled all the time 

29. He speaks several languages and loves learning about different cultures ( I think like English, French and Romanian)

30. He likes to speak French when he's only talking to Fleur not just to practice but also because he knows she misses France 

31. (Also they like to make fun of other people, primarily Bill who can't speak French (or at least not well) and make it sound super flirty while talking about the weather or work)

32. He is writing scientific books about dragons and everything him and his team are learning about them that is either new and not published yet or when he notices that some books have wrong or outdated informations in them

33. He would love to be able to draw his dragons and add sketches to his notes and books but he can't draw well enough to satisfy himself to actually publish it

34. He is interested in Muggle culture (tho not obsessed like his dad) he often asks his muggleborn coworkers if they can explain him something or take him to a city and show him more of the Muggle world 

35. He likes to eat. I'd say that he's like Ron but I think he has more dignity and instead he just eats a lot. He sometimes gets a bit softer around the edges but he has a good metabolism and his work always keeps him on his feet.

36. He never really thinks about how his body looks he just likes to keep fit and healthy so he can take care of dragons for as long as possible

37. He's a nervous eater and he has a sweet tooth. He loves chocolates of all kind but when he gets nervous he tends to go for chewier sweets like gummies

38. I don't think he blushes a lot I think when he gets embarrassed or nervous he tends to stutter and gets a bit clumsy

39. He used to have a bit social anxiety at school because he just isn't very good at talking to People he doesn't already know well but once he gets a connection with someone he gets comfortable and opens up

40. (He still gets anxiety as an adult that didn't just disappear but since there aren't many people at the Reserve that aren't there full time he just has his co-workers who quickly took him in and became his friends)

41. He knows how to do household spells and how to knit, Molly wouldn't let him leave without making sure he knows how to take care of himself

42. He has a messy but still readable handwriting

43. He's left handed 

44. Charlie doesn't like horror movies he always gets scared but not by jumpscares more the psychological horror (and not by Monster movies  because he has too much empathy for the monster)

45. I can also see him being (partly) vegetarian/vegan because he doesn't love the thought of eating animals

46. He has dimples

47. He can handle big injuries like a pro (breaking his arm won't make him leave work early) but he can't handle smaller more annoying injuries like abrasions very well and gets whiney 

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omgggg can you share ur list of things you’ve read ? 😭 i feel like i’ve hit rock bottom thinking i’ve read everything

Alright, here we go, these are a few of my favorite reader-inserts I have saved on my AO3:

Multi Ships (collection of one shots/love triangles)

Dear Diary: Bakugo VS Midoriya VS Todoroki. Reader had her heart broken by Bakugo, moves on and develops feelings for Midoriya that might be mutual?, and now Bakugo likes reader but is a fucking dick about it and Midoriya is an oblivious green bean. Meanwhile Todoroki is just a sweety, acting like a real friend and being there for reader during the drama (that he sometimes causes). Angst alert, just pure angst. I love it as much as i want to pull out all my hair cause of these idiot children. (Wordcount: 77415 Status: Incomplete)

The Void You Left Behind: Past Kirishima/Reader, Bakugo/Reader. Reader was married to Kirishima who sadly died while on the job. Bakugo and reader mourn together and help each other to move on. The grief in this was so realistic and well done, you will feel like you were hit by a truck. I cried and had to take breaks. (Wordcount: 71016 Status: Complete)

Million Reasons: Past Bakugo/reader, Midoriya/Reader. Bakugo and reader were married, but Bakugo (a total dick) cheats on reader and was abusive towards reader who ends up leaving him, changing jobs, and now working for the current number one hero Deku. Warning: Domestic violence, abusive and manipulative behavior. (Wordcount: 55693 Status: Incomplete)

MULT-FANDOM COLLECTION (my-american-hero): Multiple story collection, not just bnha. Author’s tumblr account.

BNHA College Reader Inserts series: 5 works, all in college. Really like the Bakugo/Reader centric fics in this one, reader doesn’t take his shit. (Wordcount total of all works: 62691 Status: Series incomplete,  but only one of the works isn’t complete.)

Baby no Hero Academia: Multiple stories of our favorite characters being parents. (Wordcount: 72822 Status: incomplete)

My Hero Academia Images: multi story collection. If you like these, look at the other works by this author. Some are choose your own route stories with different endings for each ship. (Wordcount: 240426 Status: incomplete)

My hero academia one-shots!: smutty and fluffy one shots with multiple characters. (Wordcount: 155424 Status: complete)

Boku no Hero Academia One-Shots/Imagines~! (lady-Bakuhoe): one-shot collection. Didn’t realize right away that I had been reading lady-bakuhoe’s stuff for months on AO3. (Wordcount: 39963 Status: complete)

Ship Centric:

Bakugo/Reader

Bakugou, Katsuki ( Alpha!Bakugou ; Omegaverse )(AO3 Link) (Tumblr Link): Smut one-shot, omegaverse, alpha/omega, daddy kink. (Wordcount: 5087)

Wolves Among Us: I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one, still putting it down. Werewolf!Bakugo x Human!Reader, Fantasy AU. (Wordcount: 334465 Status: Incomplete)

Bakugou Household: Domestic Bakugo just being the best dad. (Wordcount: 37867 Status: incomplete)

Types of Love: A bunch of one-shots about different types of love with Bakugo as the center subject. (Wordcount: 10243 Status: Complete)

Sex is a learning, even for shitheads.: Porn with Plot. Focuses on the evolution of the relationship between reader and Bakugo and their sex lives together, from first learning how to do the sex and controlling quirks during to exploring kinks, likes and dislikes. (Wordcount: 73453 Status: Complete)

Speak (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader): Soulmate Au- first words tattooed on body. Reader isnt too thrilled about the resident gremlin of 1-A is her soulmate. Smut included. (Wordcount: 153848 Status: Complete)

Knockout: I just started this one today, but I like it so far. Underground kickboxer au, kickboxer!Bakugo meets card girl!reader. (Wordcount: 85297 Status: complete)

His Tyranny: Fantasy au. Barbarian King Bakugo is power hungry, looking for anything to boost his strength, takes reader, a girl with a strong and dangerous magical ability, from the tower she was locked away in. (Wordcount: 76038 Status: complete)

Dakimakura: Bakugo develops a crush. Porn with plot. (Wordcount: 48657 Status: Complete)

Secret Admirer: Reader leaves Bakugo love letters. Things get steamy when reader gets caught. (Wordcount: 2278 Status: complete)

Kirishima/Reader

How to get a boyfriend?: Reader is Bakugo’s little sister and wants a boyfriend, she has her eyes set on her brother’s manly best friend. (Wordcount: 22431 Status: complete)

A Helping Hand (author’s tumblr https://thetrashyartwitch.tumblr.com/): No quirk au. Reader wants to better herself by going to the gym and develops a crush on Kirishima who was just being himself and being kind to reader. This gets a gold star from me, I read this over and over and I still love it so much. (Wordcount: 5707 Status: complete, one-shot)

Rising Sun (Btw, don’t bug the author about updating, they already get hounded about this one and other fics. The wait will be worth it.): Fantasy au and arrange marriage between princess!reader and dragon!Kirishima. Reader is in an entirely new environment and culture, getting to know her new kingdom and husband. (Wordcount: 14667 Status: incomplete)

Crimison|Ink (Kirishima x Reader) : I know I posted about this one before, but I will post about this again. I read this so many times, I have it downloaded on my phone to read offline. I don’t even know where to begin to describe this one, I just love it so much and can’t wait for it to come back. I don’t want to say I have a favorite, cause I love all of these… but if I had to choose *cough* this one *cough*. Summary: “Kirishima and his band of heavily tattooed brothers own and run a very well known tattoo shop together. One day a girl wonders into the shop in search of a tattoo to mark the start of her new life. Soon enough she’ll learn that this ‘family’ business is more than just buzzing tattoo guns and ink, and finds herself caught up in the middle of it, all while having to deal with a certain sharp-toothed pain in the ass.” Warning: violence, blood and gore, toxic past relationships. (Wordcount: 119179 Status: incomplete)

Oranges: Omegaverse, alpha!female!Reader/Omega!Kirishima. Mutual pining childhood friends who are oblivious towards each other’s feelings while everyone notices. (Wordcount: 19695 Status: Complete)

Anger Management: smut one-shot, reader is pissed about something at work and uses Kirishima to get rid of the rage by riding him till she’s no longer angry. (Wordcount: 1509 Status: Complete)

The Pizza Delivery Guy: Modern and College Au. Reader’s roommate Mina puts in to send the cutest delivery boy over. Best customer service experience ever. Pure fluff and flirting. Wanna see more. (Wordcount: 1607 Status: Complete)

Better Late Than Never: Dumb dumbs pining over each other both thinking they are just friends. (Wordcount: 2996 Status: complete)

Boyfriend Me: Short and simple, i live for the fluff and awkward kirishima. Accidental confessions and lack of words when around your crush. (Wordcount: 701 Status: complete)

The Heat of a Dragon: Pure smut with fantasy dragon!kirishima… who has two dicks. (Wordcount: 2464 Status: Complete)

All in his head: Reader has a mind reading quirk and Kirishima has a surprisingly dirty mind, sexy times ensues. (Wordcount: 1415 Status: Complete)

Fatgum/Reader (warning: all are smut fics)

First Time: This was my first fatgum fic I ever read and it’s still one of my top faves. Reader and Fatgum finally take steps into becoming intimate. Fluffy porn with plot. Size difference, totally a size queen’s go to fic. (Wordcount: 5394 Status: complete)

Sugar : Another first time fic, this time with a baker!reader in the middle of her kitchen. Size difference. (Wordcount: 6241 Status: Complete)

Dine and Dash: Celebratory public sex. (Wordcount: 2883 Status: complete)

Brick Walls are Great Support: Public sex in an alleyway. (Wordcount: 3006 Status: complete)

Drizzle: Valentine’s day sexy times with food. (Wordcount: 3017 Status:Complete) 

Temporary: Omegaverse, Omega!reader goes to a heat/rut house and meets alpha!Fatgum. (Wordcount: 3367 Status: Complete)

Not a typical Office Romance: office sexy times. (Wordcount: 2006 Status: complete)

Midoriya/Reader

Warmth of You: collection of Deku/reader one-shot smuts. I actually love this author a lot, does some of the best bottom Bakugo fics I have ever read. If you like bakudeku, check out their other works.

“Just Friends” : Jealous Midoriya doesn’t like being called just friends and reminds the reader that they are way more. Smut. (Wordcount: 3492 Status: complete)

Sero/Reader

Hero Santa: Best friends become something more during movie night in a blanket fort. Fluffy smut that makes me smile. (Wordcount: 4936 Status: complete)

Hoodie [SeroxReader]: post-break up, the only thing left behind was one of Sero’s hoodies that Reader still wears. Angst. (Wordcount: 3284 Status: complete)

Sour. Sweet. Gone.: no quirk and college au. Sero and reader are both pining idiots who go from friends to enemies to lovers. (Wordcount: 10448 Status: complete)

Tape residue: fluff smut, friends to lovers. Sero misread some signals but it all ends well. (Wordcount: 3410 Status: Complete)

A Seronade of Misunderstandings: Sero plans the most romantic and cheesy way for the first time but reader thinks his secretive behavior means he’s cheating. (Wordcount: 3420 Status: Complete)

[todourouki]

congrats on 1k+!! can i request for sfw #14 (domestic life w/ them 🥺) with aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, and shinsou? thank you sm!! i love your works :>

AHHH! thank you so much for this, it means a lot! and ugh this is so cuteeee!

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SFW PROMPT #14: What would living with them be like?

including aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, & shinsou

living with aizawa would be so nice

he’s not a high-maintenance guy

he’s more of a “as long as nothing looks like a piece of shit, we’re good”

matching sleeping bags

the man adores his sleep, i’m sure we all see that

so there’s soft blankets spread over every single couch/lounge-chair incase the two of you decide to nap

every day off, you guys have a tradition on waking up the latest time you possibly could, cooking breakfast together and eating it in bed with a show the two of you are currently binge watching on the tv

aizawa isn’t a bathroom hogger honestly he probably doesn’t even look in the mirror as much as he should

he’s pretty tidy when it comes to leaving his shit where it’s supposed to be

mostly because if he loses it, he knows he’ll be too lazy to look for it and he probably doesn’t have time

the furniture is all monochromatic

i don’t see him as a guy having brightly covered couches in his living room

everything is neutral, black, or white

minimalistic king

due to pure exhaustion all the time, color is out of the question, it reminds him of his students and he hates it but secretly loves it so all of his plates are multicolored

honestly living with aizawa sounds amazing

“Shouta,” you groan, eyes snapped harshly shut die to the light tracing into the room from the now open shades, “close the freaking things.”

Aizawa mumbles right after you, leg kicking the shade he once accidentally lifted with his foot back to where it once was. With the harsh tugs done by his feet, the light in the room finally fleeted away and allowed the comfortable dimness takeover once again.

The Pro-Hero’s arms gripped onto you tighter, nose nuzzled into your neck and bringing your body the kind of warmth necessary within the cold room. “S’go back to sleep, kitten.”

You mustered a smile, eyes still closed and hands running through the silky black hair resting underneath your neck. Mornings with Shouta were always the same— waking up once because of his leg obnoxiously releasing the shades, and both of you falling asleep once again in each other’s embrace.

You felt Aizawa begin to rub your back, fingers twinkling against your bare back soothing you beyond explanation. Within minutes, you felt yourself losing conscience, and you finally drifted back to sleep with the man you loved cradling you with unconscious admiration.

living with todoroki is exactly what you’d think it would be

i don’t mean to say it

but ima say it

this rich bitch has a ton of antique and expensive furniture lying around

mostly because he loves using his dad’s money

you and todoroki are a weird match

because you both love the exact same things

so all the furniture in your home

whether the living room be one color and bedroom be another

it all weirdly goes together because you’re both so good and coordinating shit

like your couch could be fucking orange

and the blue throw-pillows and decorations you cover your living room with just make sense

just like the two of you

living with todoroki means you figure out just how funny he actually is

also just how dense the boy could be

like he’s so sweet but also a little ✨dumb✨

he doesn’t know how to use the laundry machine and he never will don’t change my mind about this

todoroki loved cold soba we all know that

so there is a specific cabinet underneath the sink filled with all the ingredients for making it

that cabinet has to be restocked a lot

usually on days off, shouto would like to sleep in but he knows he just can’t

so if you like to sleep in, he already went out for a run, took a shower, and made you breakfast by the time you wake up

if you like to wake up early/with him, you find yourself either joining his workout or making him a hearty breakfast by the time he gets back

living with todoroki is really sweet bye i’m gonna go cry

“I just don’t understand why I’d have to press so many obnoxious buttons to get it to wash clothes,” he began, his stoic voice staring harshly at the machine infront of him as you stared at him in disbelief, “it isn’t my fault.”

“Shou, you froze the entire machine..” You repeated, a deadpanned expression on your face as you tried your hardest not to laugh.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best at figuring things like this out, he hated to admit it but his family had done a lot for him back home. And sure, he wasn’t a little boy anymore and should probably know how to work a laundry machine, but he was convinced it acted up with him and him only.

“It was giving me a hard time, I didn’t even realize I froze it until I realized the clothes weren’t spinning anymore..” The frown on his face was one you couldn’t help but smile at, the grin taking over your face as you chortled a laugh.

With your empty hand, you gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, his calculating expression trying to decipher the reason certain clothes needed a certain temperature of water. Moments like this made you realize just why you loved Todoroki so much.

bakugou

is a handful

that’s clear to everyone

but living with him, oddly enough, is not

you both have a specific cleaning day

every single sunday morning

and that same night included the two of you watching a movie and having loud in-depth character analysis debate every single time

you both have special cooking days (he has more but it’s ok bc he won’t say it but he absolutely loves cooking for you)

bakugou has been through a lot, my baby

so consistency is something he depends on

he nearly breathes for it

routine is everything in your household, being something you grew accustomed to as well even if it’s not what you’re used to

every day you’d wait for him to get back home on the plush couch in the living room

so that way you’re the first thing he sees when he gets home, as well as a platter of his favorite food for the night and his fav tv show on the tv

he feels like he’s walking into heaven every single day

and depending on your schedules, you get the same thing when you get home if he beats you to it

a show/anime you’re trying to finish, the food you’ve begged him to make, and your loving boyfriend/husband lounged against the couch waiting for your arrival

you both wake up early— sorry, even if you don’t want to

bakugou doesn’t give a single fuck, he will wake you up and force you to either workout with him or start your day with him

on his days off though, you both sleep in until the afternoon

there’s literally no inbetween with your schedules

you’re both either up and ready to go by 8am or finally getting up to brush your teeth at 3pm

“How many times do I have to tell you— the real villain was not Sharpay, but Gabriella!” Your voice boomed, staring at your boyfriend who looked at you as if you had four heads.

“Babe, with all due respect, you’re a fucking idiot!” He retaliated just as aggressive and firm as you. “How can you say that when she’s such a bitch?!”

The credits of the movie you just watched played in the background, popcorn kernels pushing into the skin you had sprawled against your boyfriend. The pink reflected across your shirtless boyfriend, his ears beginning to redden due to the volume of his voice.

“Gabriella walked into that high school and literally stole everything Sharpay worked for,” you retorted, the straw you were drinking from entering your lips as you took a quick sip of the soda, “that’s being a bitch!”

He opened his mouth, signaling you to throw one of the Swedish Fish candies into his mouth and you did. With a laugh, you continued to throw food into one another’s mouth over and over throughout the argument.

“Maybe you resonate with Sharpay so much because you’re both bitches.” He snickered, dodging a pillow that fleeted your side of the couch and into his side by your right hand.

A gasp slipped your lips, narrowing your eyes at his tall figure and shoving a candy down your throat after his words, “maybe that’s why you love me, cause you’re a bitch too.”

living with shinsou >>>> breathing

shinsou is a gamer idc

there’s a playstation in both your room and your living room for game nights

yes

you guys had a game night

every single friday you guys would sit in nothing but (shinsou’s) t-shirt, and underwear and play nothing but video games all day

you usually end up falling asleep when the sun begins to come up, always taking saturday’s off no matter what for the occasion

you both are clean

being too lazy just like aizawa to have to find it if it’s misplaced

the bedroom look the best bc shinsou gets tired of monochromatic things and you hate living in a boring setting

so the two of you’s aesthetic shines through the room

if you cook, then please know food us up to you

if you can’t cook

money is spent 90% of the time on take out

because shinsou can’t cook for shit i don’t care

sometimes people wonder how it is you both manage to go to work and have a coherent sleeping schedule

and the reason is

aside from shinsou’s clinical insomnia )-:

that the two of you are absolute dumbasses

you spend all day doing homework if one of you is in college

or doing the work that needs to be done if you have just a job

and after that?

it’s just cuddling, gaming, struggling to cook, ordering take out, and eventual sleeping when you both realize you’re both past a point of ni return

most of the time though, you both manage to sleep

it’s more surprising for shinsou though bc he could never sleep properly if he’s alone

the two of you live together in GTA

also, I canon that Shinsou loves watching The Office so you guys binge watch the fuck out of that

living with shinsou is living with a bestfriend that is a civilized adult at certain times that you can cuddle and make out with

a girl can only dream <3

The sound of the console played through the room, your focused face watching the screen in front of you intently. The feeling of the bed moving along side every tap of the controller in your boyfriend’s hands trembled your limbs, your eyes being too locked on the screen to even maintain a balance.

“Go to the left, the left!” You pointed out, your legs sprawled across your boyfriend’s chest as he rested his body horizontally underneath yours.

“I know..” His voice was enough to show you he was focused, his eyes barely blinking as he followed your command and moved the character closer towards the left.

As gun shots erupted through the room, all you could see were flashes of red across the screen and players who had been attacked in Shinsou’s frenzy dead against the floor.

Exhilaration ran through your veins as finally killed the last person, the feeling of his body tending under you making you smile in happiness. You had both been trying to beat this level for weeks and you finally did it, exciting you to no limit.

The phrase “victory” strobed against the screen, making the two of you cheer in happiness at the time being well spent. He landed a big fat kiss on your cheek, pulling you in by the string in your hoodie and pressing you against him.

“Let’s beat some more ass in this next round, huh doll?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

[river-bottom-nightmare]

this was originally a bribe for @screennamealreadyused but since she already did the thing i wanted her to do, think of it as a thank you instead. this is kind of a mess bc it starts off as a hc and ends with a fic-style thing but whatever. accept my offering.

Jason had always been good with kids. No matter what others seem to think of “The Red Hood,” Jason knew that he’d been the sole reason some of those kids in Crime Alley had grown up okay, had grown up at all. And soon enough, the Red Hood developed a rep for helping kids.

Jason had seen himself reflected in those thin, hunger-stark faces, wary and untrusting but still holding out hope for someone to care. he’d become that someone for a good couple of people. of course he hadn’t expected his affinity for kids to stretch into almost all of them. and he certainly hadn’t expected his family to pick up on it.

But here he was, standing helplessly in the middle of Dick’s apartment in Bludhaven as he rushed through the different rooms, talking faster than the Flash. Rules for Mar’i and guidelines for dinner and where the first aid kit was and on and on and on. When he finally left, Jason turned to stare at his niece (his niece!), who was floating in the middle of the room, looking at him with her eerie green eyes. He’d met Mar’i a couple times, she was a sweet kid, but he’d never been alone with her for this long, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. This wasn’t a kid from Crime Alley that he could take to a seedy diner and feed them a burger and laugh about that old crappy corrupt pharmacy burning down on accident. This was a child that had grown up on an alien island, was now on Earth with her dad for the first time, and didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Then, Mar’i tilted her head and said, “Papa says you like books.”

Two hours later found them curled up together on the sofa, Mar’i in Jason’s lap as he read aloud Shakespeare’s King Lear. Mar’i was a good listener, gasping at all the dramatic parts and laughing at the funny voices he put on. And as she dozed off somewhere near Oswald’s death, Jason felt that familiar protective instinct somewhere inside him. It wasn’t helped by Dick’s smirk when he got home, that melted into a genuinely happy smile, despite Jason’s annoyed shaddup, dickface.

After that, it only got worse, because somehow, Mar’i Grayson and Lian Harper had become best friends. Jason had been a pretty consistent fixture in the Harper household, and now, both Dick and Roy would leave Mar’i and Lian with him whenever something came up. 

But Jason could honestly say he didn’t mind. Those two were brilliant, and always fun to watch over. Case in point: they were in Roy’s apartment while Roy was off on a job for the Titans. Lian and Mar’i had long since outgrown the need for a babysitter, but Jason liked the fact that they wanted him around anyway. (It’s just ‘cause you can cook, Dick had said. Shut the fuck up, dickhead, Jason said.)

Mar’i had finished painting Lian’s nails and had moved on to Jason, and he had to admit the deep red Mar’i had chosen didn’t look half bad.

“Thanks for coming, Jayjay,” Mar’i said, focusing on his pinky finger. “Lian really needed this.”

Ordinarily, Jason wouldn’t have thought much of it, but when he looked up, Lian looked almost,,,caught. Jason narrowed his eyes at her, and she looked away.

“Lian. What happened?”

Lian just shook her head, lips sealed, but Mar’i let out a sigh and responded for her. “Lian overheard her boyfriend bragging to his friends about how he was only with her because she was ‘Asian’ or whatever. She dumped him, obviously, but still. It’s rough.”

Jason stared at Mar’i for a minute. Then he made an aborted movement and both Lian and Mar’i tackled him.

“No, Jayjay don’t-”

“You’ll ruin your nail polish.”

“I’m gonna blow that fucker’s brains out.”

“Seriously, it’s not that bad. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Besides, I just wanna watch a movie later and eat your mac and cheese.” Lian grabbed the gun on Jason’s thigh holster and put it on the coffee table. Jason had a couple more on him, but deflated at the pleading expression on Lian’s face.

“You sure? Absolutely? Because I honestly do not give a shit that he’s a kid, I will permanently incapacitate him if the two of you want me too.”

This brought a faint smile to Lian’s face, and Jason prided himself on cheering her up as she settled back against a pillow. “Thanks, but no thanks. Now pass me the black, I’m going to do an accent nail.”

“Ooh, fancy,” Jason said. 

Later, when the two of them were curled up on the couch, Pacific Rim on the TV, Jason pulled out his phone. He sent off some quick identification, then followed it up with I want you to utterly destroy this fucker’s life.

Tim’s response was quick. Why?

Jason thought about sending a “because I said so,” but then realized Tim would probably go even harder on the guy if he told him what actually happened. He’s a racist asshole and hurt Lian.

At Tim’s quick message of Done, Jason smiled, then continued adding mozzarella to the mac and cheese.

And if Lian ran up to him and hugged him the next time they met, well, he’d keep how protective but happy he felt between the two of them.

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