#one day I will have that and i will be happyyyy

[rosicheeks]

You’ve got such a nice ass and I’d love to make out in your car.

What a coinkydink I’m in my car right now!!!

[tactician]

caught a shiny galarian articuno right after sewaddle community day omfg

[dolene]

TYING YOU TO ME!

summary: nobody knows where the invisible strings could take you to. no one could ever see the threads, but the clues were surely there. you just don't realize it.

four times charles said his happy birthday, one time y/n said it back.

anonymous requested: Hi, sooo since it's my birthday in a couple of days I wanted to request a smau with Charles Leclerc's birthday post for his gf through the years like a childhood friend to lovers kinda thing and the internet is just being obsessed with them.

pairing: charles leclerc x childhood friend!reader

author's note: this is such a sweet request from you nonny! i wish you a happiest and sweetest birthday whenever it is<3

FEBRUARY, 2019

charles_leclerc

liked by arthur_leclerc, and 467,213 others

charles_leclerc It's been a long time since you're becoming my best friend, Y/n. But unfortunately your mama doesn't trust me with your childhood pictures, so she gave me this.

But I wish you the happiest birthday, Mon loulou😉🎂

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yourusername Since when did you becoming poetic like this?

yourusername But OMG thank you, Cha! I LOVE YOUUUUU

username MON LOULOU DAAAAANGGG

username i need to scream to my pillow she's so adorableeeee

arthur_leclerc Believe it or not, I have more of her embarrassing photos

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Send it to my phone now

  ⤷ yourusername You're dead

username i can't believe today is her birthday. happy birthday, y/n

username AWW TOINY Y/NNNNN

landonorris she looks so little (same as today)

oscarpiastri I've never knew this was Y/n until Lily told me it was her. Happy birthday, Y/n. I hope you can be in McLaren next time.

  ⤷ scuderiaferrari Not until we do it faster.

  ⤷ mclaren I love to see you try

username she's so adorable 😍

username I wish my best friend does this

FEBRUARY, 2020

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, and 594,355 others

charles_leclerc Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the coolest person i know my entire life🎂😄 ＠yourusername

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carlossainz55 I bet that she's cooler than you

  ⤷ charles_leclerc NOBODY is better than the original.

username Shes really cool, now I know why is she called the coolest person he know

  ⤷ username she got that tiktok style

luisinhaoliveira99 Feliz aniversário!!! 😙😙

mickschumacher Thanks for cropping me off the picture 😔👍🏻

  ⤷ yourusername Sorryyyyy

username HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAAAAY

username LITERALLY OBSESSED W THEM

username racer bestie + influencer bestie

username imagine being wished every year like this by charles

charles_leclerc added a photo to their story! 3h

caption: Selfie with the birthday girl

FEBRUARY 2021

charles_leclerc

liked by landonorris, and 639,427 others

charles_leclerc She's a menace. Happy birthday baguette eater.

👤: ＠yourusername, ＠joris__trouche

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landonorris ooohhhh myyyy

username is this the undiscovered dirty self of THE charles leclerc??

username BAGUETTE EATER???????

username idk who's the menace here

yourusername STOPPP😭😭😭

username I can't believe that he is this dirty sometimes

username and lando is the fastest on liking this one yet is making me cry

yourusername YOU PROMISE WOULDN'T POST THIS

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Sorry, can't help it, Arthur said i need to post this

  ⤷ arthur_leclerc THE BETRAYAL

FEBRUARY, 2022

charles_leclerc

liked by lewishamilton, and 882,490 others

charles_leclerc Still be the coolest and the nicest person I've ever had, and now she is my girlfriend. Happy birthday, loulou. ti amerò per sempre.

👤: ＠yourusername

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yourusername anch'io ti amo per sempre😭😭😭😭😭

username Loulou pronounced lulu, that means i'm sleepy so let's sleep and be delulu

lilyzneimer Ahhh happy birthday, sweetheart!

georgerussell63 Happy happy birthday Y/n. have a visit to London, so that Carmen and I could make you some muffins 😉

carlossainz55 Happy birthday Y/n, don't forget to join me and Isa tomorrow!

isahernaez Have the happiest of birthday, Y/n

username 😭😭😭 I still can't believe they're really together

username when will i date my best friend like this

  ⤷ username DONT GIVE ME IDEAS

FEBRUARY, 2023

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, and 724,560 others

charles_leclerc A year has passed since the time that I asked you to be my girlfriend. Joris said that he took more, but unfortunately the camera took a swim, and that leave us with this grainy picture.

And anyways, I wish you a marvelous birthday to my beloved girlfriend, ＠yourusername. never change.

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yourusername I LOVE YOU TOOOO CHARLES I'M CRYING SO HARD RN

joris__trouche 😉😉👍🏻

username i love them your honor

username parents

username MAMA Y PAPA😍😍😘😚

lilymhe Charles, I am not aware of your games

username 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i need to have it like them because if i'm not i'm going to explode

username EVERY 😭😭 FUCKING 😭😭 YEARS😭😭

username i wanna cry i want this so much

username poetic charles are gonna be my favorite gender fr

username joris when i catch you joris

carmenmmundt Happy birthday to you, Y/n!

nicholaslatifi Oh you Lovebirds... 🥹

OCTOBER 16TH, 2024

yourusername

liked by sebastianvettel, and 859,437 others

yourusername Who knew that this tiny man is once my best friend?

Even though I got my hair slicked back, putting up my fakest smile, and wearing the black dress you hate; I'm still amazed that you were still there for me whenever i could count on you.

And now that you're my boyfriend, I cannot be more grateful for that. Happy birthday, big boy. Je t'aime pour toujours.❤️❤️

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leclerc_pascale 🥳🥳🥳

username WHO'S CUTTING ONION HERE

carlossainz55 I've noticed that you both are doing great with words now, happy birthday, Cabrón.

username a lil spicy on the eyes don't you think

username HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES😭😭😭

landonorris that's cute. happy birthday

username ISN'T😭IT😭 JUST😭SO😭PRETTY😭TO😭THINK😭ALL😭ALONG😭THERE😭WAS😭SOME😭 INVISIBLE 😭STRING😭TYING😭YOU😭TO😭ME😭

username I've had enough, I need to date my best friend

username i'm not yet moved on from charles's birthday wishes to y/n, and now i'm screwed by thinking about this

lewishamilton Happy birthday, mate

scuderiaferrari Have the happiest birthday to you, Champ! ✨❤️

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi!! Can i have a request where little reader and Daddy Bucky they throw a birthday party for Steve? Like its just the 3 of them and its just all cute little party?

Hi there love! 💜

Yes of course i would love to write something like that thanks you for the request !!

I hope you’re having a beautiful day 🎀

Enjoy <33

*****

Warnings : cuteness, happy day, surprise, birthday party, cuddles, kisses, pet names

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a perfect surprise for a perfect man

*****

It’s been two hours now that you’re getting the house ready for your Papa’s birthday. You had the idea to throw him a surprise party and your Daddy gladly help organizing everything with you.

You had so much fun with him today getting everything ready and you’re so happy to see the final result.

‘’You really did good babydoll’’ your Daddy says kissing your cheek, you giggle. He pats your back ‘’let’s go hide now, i think i heard his car’’

You gasp and jump under the table while your daddy hide behind a couch. You wait, you hear key noises, you hear the door opening and then closing and you turn around to watch your Daddy.

After some times, your daddy nods his head and you both come out, yelling and singing a birthday song.

Your Papa lets go of his bag form the jump he made but let out a chuckle of surprise ‘’my god’’

You run toward him and jump in his arms ‘’happyyyy bisdayy’’ you sing in a high fake note making him laugh ‘’thank you my princess’’ he kisses your cheek.

‘’You’re the one that made this ?’’ He asks with a shocking face. You proudly nod as your daddy comes behind you ‘’hey stop lying you little monster’’ he teases, entering his indexes in your sides and wiggling them.

You close your arms against your side and laugh ‘’otay, otay, daddy hep me’’ you giggle. You rest your temple against your Papa’s shoulder as he thanks your Daddy as well. You smile when you watch them share a kiss.

‘’That’s beautiful baby thank you so much’’ he kisses your cheek before putting you down. You tell him to go sit down on the couch where you put little thing to eat while waiting for dinner to be ready and you went in the kitchen to grab his drink. He’s having champagne with your Daddy to celebrate the big day while you have your favorite juice.

You give him his drink and sit beside him. Your Papa starts to tell you and your Daddy about his day, how wonderful it was but how sad he was to not spend his birthday with his family- you and Bucky.

He then ask you about your day and you finally get the chance to explain to him everything. How you had to do 3 stores to find all the decorations you needed and wanted, how you weren’t okay with your Daddy on where to put them and how you stole food at every preparation your Daddy was making, like dessert for example.

He of course end up laughing at your stories ‘’well you gave Daddy a hard time didn’t you ?’’

‘’Someone has to when you’re not here to do it yourself’’ your Daddy teases back.

-

‘’That was wonderful thank you so much to the both of you’’ your Papa sighs as he pats his stomach full of delicious food.

You nod in approval as you finish your plate. Your Daddy smiles and strokes your hair.

‘’What’s on the plan for tonight ?’’ Steve asks as he starts cleaning the table

‘’Well, we were thinking about giving you your gifts’’ Bucky answers while standing up to help him

You gasp and stand up ‘’finally!!!!!’’ You yell while running in your room to get all the gift.

‘’Okay lets see’’ your Papa says as you give him your first gift.

‘’Ohh baby that’s beautiful!’’ He takes the beautiful cup you paint for him. You can see your Daddies with you in the middle, you paint them in blue and grey while you’re brightening in pink.

‘’I’ll never start my day badly after drinking my coffee in this beautiful cup’’ he winks. You smile big, happy that your first gift is that appreciate.

Steve receives from Bucky a beautiful telescope. He saw it in the window of a store once and he couldn’t stop talking about. He didn’t wanted to spend that much money on it but Bucky could see how important it was for Steve.

Steve of course geared up pretty quickly after opening each one of his gifts. He didn’t care of yours were less expensive or if Becky’s weren’t handmade, he was just so happy to live this moment with the both of you and to receive so much love is all different way. Through the gifts, through the smiles, through the surprise, through the party and through the eyes.

‘’we could go outside to watch the sunset, how does that sound ?’’ He proposes, already craving to test his new telescope.

‘’Yesss!’’ You squeal, you loved night like this one.

‘’But before I’ll go make me a coffee in my new super cup’’ he winks at you. He isn’t really a big fan of coffee before bed but he didn’t wanted you to feel sad or left out if he goes out to test your Daddy’s gift and letting yours in the house.

You blush and watch him walking toward the kitchen. ‘Come on baby’’ your Daddy gives you his hand and wait for you to take it before going outside, in the garden.

He sat on the little outside couch you have for when there’s people around and it’s too hot to stay inside, and he puts you on his lap.

Once your Papa sat beside you, Bucky rests you on Steve’s laps, knowing that you wanna spend as much time as you can against him for his birthday. You, of course, let your hand in your Daddy’s before you wanted to feel them both

Your head is against your Papa’s chest and your legs on each side of his ‘’aren’t your feet cold ?’’ Your papa asks as he sees your naked feet against him.

You shake your head as you watch the night sky full of stars.

Just to be sure, after warming his hands against the hot cup, he wraps each hands around each one of your feet, warming them up and gently stroking them with his thumb while your daddy désolé the same with the hand he has in his.

‘’What about the telescope ?’’ Bucky asks quietly with a knowing smile

‘’Tomorrow, i don’t want to move right now’’ Steve answers back with a smile as he looked down at your now closed eyes.

After a sweet kisses on your head, he rests his cheek against it and look at Bucky mouthing the word thank you

[vivwritesfics]

Ok, so, I don’t know if you remember, but I’m the person who had a story to write. Well…I didn’t manage to write it back then and I almost gave up, but my teacher didn’t let me, so I was left to write the story during winter break and today is the last day from winter break and I WROTE IT! I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I still have to edit it to look for mistakes, but it’s written and I’m so happyyyy!

Anddd - about the NNTA blurbs, could you write one about how Carlos would react if Y/N decided that she doesn’t want more children? It’s ok if it’s not your style and you don’t want to write something like that

WELL DONE LOVEY! We're (my cat and I) are proud of you

THIS IS NOT CANON (non-canonical NON-CANONICAL)

Series Masterlist

Baby Oscar wore his floaties as he swam in the pool with his mother. His father was sat by the side of the pool, in his swimming trunks, as he did his work. Things had become a lot hectic since he took over as head of the Sainz family and, after a year of trying to sort things out, he was still as busy as ever.

But he still wanted to spent time with his family. That meant just doing his work around them, occasionally looking up from his laptop.

He grinned as he watched baby Oscar splashed around. Y/N had him swimming since he was nine months old, and he loved it. Carlos couldn't wait to watch his little family grow.

Y/N picked Oscar up and walked out of the pool. She held him on her hip as she walked over to the little slide that Carlos had put in place, and placed him on her lap.

Oscar let out a happy little shriek as he and his mother went down the slide, splashing as he hit the water.

Y/N knew Carlos wanted their family to grow, but she didn't. Watching Oscar grow was enough for her.

The thought of telling her husband made her incredibly anxious, but she just had to bite the bullet. Get it over and done with.

Holding Oscar on her hip she walked out of the pool and over to her husband. "Carlos," she said softly as she sat on the lounger beside his, Oscar on her lap. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Carlos placed his laptop down on the table between them and turned to face his wife, reaching for his son. Oscar let out a happy garble when Carlos grabbed a hold of him, moving him onto his lap. "What is it, querida?"

She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes for just a second. He loved her and he wouldn't do anything to harm her. "I-I don't want any more kids."

She said it quickly, falling silent as soon as she was finished.

Carlos took a moment to process her words. He nodded his head and fixed Oscar's dark, wet hair. "Oh my love," he said, reaching to grab a hold of her hand. "That's more than fine. You've given me the most wonderful son and that's all I could ask for."

He beckoned her closer and Y/N tucked herself into his side, her wet body against his warm one. His little family. His perfect little family

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[spongebob-connoisseur]

So I went to Fan Expo yesterday! I wish I bought tickets for two days instead of one, i couldn't do all that I wanted. Most of my day was just waiting in line to meet voice actors.

Buuut the highlight of my day is that I met Dee Bradley Baker! I got a selfie with him and I asked what was his favorite Spongebob character to play. He said Bubble Bass's mom. He did voice impressions of them both. Its so weird to hear the voices come out of him since I'm used to hearing it on the TV. It was great though.

He LOVED my Slappy cosplay and said it was freaky. I am so so happyyyy. When I took a selfie with him, my friend said some lady also took out her phone to snap a picture of my cosplay. It may not be the most polite thing to do without asking but I really don't mind it lmao

It was my dream to go as Slappy since the first time I ever went to Fan Expo. Which isn't long ago but still. I felt like I was wearing his skin✨

I finally know how Slaps felt like in this instance wearing the Patrick costume

I spent the past week making the head out of paper mache and I'm very proud of it. It's not particularly strong because I was figuring this out while it was foing along. I spent most of my time sculpting and ensuring it LOOKED like Slappy, I didn't give much consideration towards visibility (his mouth is a seeing hole but you can just barely see. Also towards the end of the day, it began cracking around his jaw area so I couldn't wear it anymore. It's fine and easy to fix, I do kinda want to fix it up and make it stronger. Probably put a helmet on the inside and pad out the inside. I also want to give him false eyelashes lmao.

I had a lot of fun painting him though. It was like doing his makeup UwU he's also actually wearing makeup since I used an eyeshadow pallette to use as a highlighter on his skin. He's sparkly in person.

I also made his dorsal fin (I followed a basic fairy wings tutorial to make it) and my sister helped out and made the little gloves from socks. She finds this costume horrifying. I think that's the best part. I chased her around a bit as Slappy.

I also attended a panel and got an autograph from Neil Newbon who voices Astarion from Baulders Gate 3.

Mainly because my friend has been obsessed with the game lately. I didn't think I'd care much until I actually met him. Hes actually wonderful and witty and polite and professional, I could go on and on about it. My friend and I were both gushing about it. Even for the brief moment of meeting him at the table and he shakes your hand with both hands and looks you in the eye AHHHH✨✨✨😭😭

Unexpected but REALLY made my day <33

I ended up missing photo opportunity to meet Spongebob because the line was so long but this is a rare moment where I think it was worth it.

Especially since despite all of that, there are many folks who asked for pictures. Especially older folks. They were able to tell right off the bat that it was Peter Lorre related!

And the ones who were younger and closer to my age were still able to get it. I got a lot of people asking "is that Gomez Addams?" because Gomez is Peter Lorre inspired. Which was the PERFECT opportunity to infodump and tell them that Slappy and Gomez are both caricatures of Peter Lorre. I actually have a printed picture of Peter Lorre that I kept in my tote bag just for this purpose <3

When I was standing in line, one man was looking at the Slappy head for a bit and said "he has a face only a mother could love. He reminds me of a certain actor" to which I just had to say "Peter Lorre!" Hehehehehe

There was also a paramount section where they had Spongebob mini golf.

I actually met a dude while I was in line and he was also a Hardcore Spongebob fan. Its actually crazy to find someone as deranged as I am irl. It was soooo much fun just chatting with him. We ended up traded socials. I kinda wish I stuck around longer but we didn't have much time left ro really explore the con so my friend and I did a mad dash trying to get through as much as we could before the con closed.

All in all, I had fun. I'll probably reuse this costume next year. Perhaps I could find a brown tailcoat suit too so the cosplay can be 100% accurate.

Here are some miscellaneous cosplay pictures:

This one is my favorite <3

[orangeblossomfan]

YALL GOT RARAAAAAAA!!!! IM SO HAPPYYYY

I forced my brother to pull for him. The convo went like this.

Me: "Okay, you got one chance. I only have 500 seals. If I don't get him you failed me."

Him: "I don't know, it usually takes me two tries. But I got this."

*does the roll and sees Leviathan get his butt smacked*

Him: I'm leaving-

Me: No wait you can't go yet!!!

*sees a gold light up*

Me:WAIT DUDE, I THINK YOU GOT HIM!!!

Him: I don't know about that.

Me: No, really I think you got him.

*gets Raphael*

Me: RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I GOT HIMMM!!!

Him: Argh! YOU HURT ME EARS!!!

Me: My bad bro- I'll buy you some crystals for your game- You did a good job

Him:Yeah, I smacked that booty

Me:Yeah man, you smacked that butt

I accidentally scared my dog and my mom told me to shut the hell up, but today is a good day👍🏾

[toovaeloe]

hello it’s been a loooooong second since I posted anything on tumblr hasn’t it 🙈🎀🤍

I’m here because I googled myself (I was bored) and i saw something pop up that wasn’t one of my pages and I was like 🧐🧐 huh what’s thisss?

is it too much…to say I teared up ☠️?

it’s probably not that deep but to know I inspired something makes me SOOO HAPPYYYY AAAAAA!!!!!! I JUMPED UP INTO THE AIR AND FREEZE FRAMED LIKE A DISNEY CHANNEL ORIGINAL SERIESSSSS😭🤍🤍🤍

left kudos but i want to comment on it sooo bad but I have to make a new ao3 account first because the one I use currently is the same one from 4-5 years ago with the dumbest username and profile I’m too lazy to clean up 😔 so I’m making a new account which will probably stay barren forever because I’m too shy to post on ao3

in the mean time I’m boosting it, go read go read go reaaaaad!!!!! their writing is amazing and they have of other jjk writes/other fandoms!

DizzyonCaffeine

I’ll probably be posting my write of this that they’re referring to as a drabble on here sometime soon

I love everyone hope you all have a great day 🤍

[hotteokyu]

GIRLLLLLL "do not touch" is literally one of the BEST omegaverse ateez x reader fics I have ever read????? I'm obsessed??? Thank you so much for writing and sharing it with us!!

~Lyra ( @ateez-main-yapper )

💓💖💗💝💞💗❤️💓💖💞💝💓❤️‍🔥❤️💓💝💞💋

Me because this made me so happy: 🙊🙈

Me because hot girls say "GIRLLLLLL 'do not touch' is literally one of the BEST omegaverse ateez x reader fics I have ever read????? I'm obsessed??? Thank you so much for writing and sharing it with us!!": 🫦🥵

This made me so happyyyy!!! I'm really glad you liked it! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! It really made my day!!

mwa ᯓᡣ𐭩

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@lovethornes

HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET IZZYYYY 🎉🥳🎂🎊 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY IN THE WORLDDD AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT GORGEOUSSSS!! 🤭💕😜🎈🎁 THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WONDERFUL AND SUPPORTIVE AND JUST A GENERAL AMAZING PERSON 🥰🩷😘💖 I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCHHHHH

HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU SWEETHEART 💞💞

title: izzy’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x izzy

Izzy woke up to an empty space beside her. The other side of the bed was cold, it hadn’t been slept in for a good few hours. No Grayson. It wasn’t unusual though. Grayson would often wake at the crack of dawn to go for a morning swim or run or just to do something generally productive. Izzy was such a night owl that the one time she’d attempted to get up with him, she’d ended up asleep whilst putting her shoes on, which Grayson had of course found very adorable and ever so slightly amusing.

Last night, she’d binged nearly half of season five of grey’s anatomy for the hundredth time. All the while Grayson lay sleeping, curled up, head resting on her stomach. No matter how hard he tried he always fell asleep first. It was just his pattern of sleep. Though Izzy didn’t mind, she got to play with his soft hair and enjoy her show until the early hours before eventually falling into a deep sleep herself.

So although this morning she felt a little groggy and slightly still tired, Izzy didn’t mind because today was her birthday, so it had to be a good day, whether she was tired or not. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and combed her hair out of her face, wondering where her boyfriend was. She looked over to his empty side of the bed again when she noticed a little slip of paper with Grayson’s familiar cursive handwriting on his bedside table. Curiously, she crawled over and reached for it, her eyes skimming over the words.

‘I am you, yet I am not. I will never lie unless you lie to me. I watch you, yet I have no eyes and should I break your good luck dies’

Izzy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What on earth? It was too early in the morning for her brain to be functioning properly. After three rereads and a whole lot of pondering, Izzy decided that it was a riddle, most likely some sort of game Grayson had set up for her to complete. She smiled. She loved a Hawthorne challenge. Game on.

She first focused on each section of the riddle before trying to piece it all together. That was how she usually worked. ‘I watch you yet I have no eyes’ implied that it was an inanimate object. She looked around and surveyed the large pieces of furniture in her room: the bed, the wardrobe, the drawers, the vanity, the shelves, the bedside tables. ‘I will never lie, unless you lie to me’ Izzy tried to apply the line to the list of furniture, it half worked for the wardrobe, if she lied about putting clean clothes in then she wouldn’t have any to wear but she thought it seemed a little far fetched.

She moved on to another line, ‘I am you, yet I am not’ puzzled her. How could something be her but also not? She read the riddle again, making sure there was no ultra specific hidden meaning in any of the phrasing but there didn’t seem to be. She thought about physical and mental, what could be physically her but mentally not? Still, no ideas availed. Then it hit her, as fast and hard as a train wreck.

A mirror. That was the answer, Izzy decided. It made perfect sense. She rushed to her vanity and looked over the space for any more clues or hints but came to nothing. She sighed searching for something, anything to help her solve this puzzle. Izzy then had another idea, a lightbulb moment, and took the mirror off of the wall. Much to her disappointment when she lifted it, there was nothing underneath. She checked over the exteriors, running her fingers along each and every surface with care and precision. There was no hidden levers or buttons or signals, nothing.

She questioned whether she’d gotten the riddle right and read it one last time. She thought about the last sentence, ‘should I break your good luck dies’. Of course that heavily indicated that the answer was a mirror but maybe it was alluding to something else. The mirror can’t break but it could be tampered with. She carefully and nimbly removed the glass, extra cautious so it wouldn’t break. After placing the pane on the floor the second clue was revealed.

Underneath was a flattened velvet bag. She immediately sat down and poured out the contents. Tiles. They looked like scrabble tiles, but she soon found that they were double sided, on one side were numbers and the other letters. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. What could this mean? At first, she tried creating words but with thirty nine tiles the possibilities were too endless. There had to be a more logical way other than trial and error. She flipped to the number side to see if there was a number pattern and noticed none of the numbers were the same, even if they were the same letter. They had an order. So she tried one first, then two, then three all the way to thirty nine, this had to be it but the word revealed to be something confusing.

‘lrig yadhtrib hsiw uoy revetahw otni ydaer teg’

A bunch of random letters. Seriously Grayson? She sighed, convinced maybe she’d done it wrong. Izzy was about to start over when she looked back at the mirror and then realised something… The reflection of the words made it look like an actual sentence. She read the sentence backwards, ‘get ready into whatever you wish birthday girl’. A blush arose in her cheeks and a sense of accomplishment bellowed in her chest. Two clues down, but how many more to come?

Izzy walked to her wardrobe and thought about what she might like to wear. It was always a hard decision. There was her classic pink floral dress, or the white dress with strawberry pattern, or she could go for her black skirt and lilac top with a bow. But eventually she settled for one of her favourites. It was a long shiny silver dress, that complimented her dark hair and eyes. Grayson always loved her in it, which was a bonus. But as soon as she took it out, something fell out of the bottom. Izzy peered down, lifting up the mystery items. A small wooden box and a slip of paper. Her eyes skimmed over Grayson’s handwriting once again.

thought you’d chose this dress

Of course he knew. He had a way of always knowing things like this. At first Izzy inspected the note for any hidden clues but then realised she was supposed to be focussing on the box. She suspected it to be a puzzle box but Izzy soon found after closer inspection that it was not. There were no secret levers or clues as to how it started. In fact it would’ve been a plain wooden box if not for the top. The box had a buzzer and a button attached and Izzy began to tap it. Once she stopped the buzzer flashed red.

“Two. More. Chances.”

She yelped and dropped the box, not expecting a voice to come out of it. Then she registered the words it had said. Two more chances. That meant to more chances to find the correct code to open the box. But what was the code and how could she find it? She analysed the button again, it looked familiar. Too familiar. Then it hit her. Morse code. She looked back to the note. Maybe she was meant to type it in morse code. So she did. The buzzer flashed red for the second time and the box cried out.

“One. More. Chance.”

Her eyes widened, realising that she couldn’t mess up this time, or it might look for good. But what could the words be? She searched the room for any sign that she could use but there was nothing. After the third search around the place she felt hopeless. She didn’t want to give up but she didn’t want to lose either. She threw her head back and slumped onto the floor not knowing where to turn next. She gazed at her bedframe, trying to make pictures out of the funny dents in the wood, like you do with clouds. Sometimes, her theory was, if you think nothing, the right answer will come to you. She stared at the dents again. It was weird how perfectly circular they were. She did a double take and suddenly sat up. Engraved into the bed frame was three words in morse code. This was the answer.

•• •-•• - - - •••- • -•- - - - - ••-

She grabbed the box and typed the first letter in. •• for I. The buzzer didn’t go red this time, in fact the sound of a mechanism turning slightly emitted from the box. She was on the right tracks. She typed in the second word. •-•• L, - - - O, •••- V and then finally • for E. Again the soft turning came from the box. Izzy smiled to herself as she buzzed in the final piece of code -•- - Y, - - - O and the last letter ••- U. The buzzer lit up a bright green colour and began to flash.

“You. Have. Answered. Correctly.”

Izzy heard the tiniest of clicks, an indicator that the box had now in fact been opened. She smiled as she removed the lid. Sparkling inside was a set of diamond silver earrings and a matching necklace. She gasped softly, running a finger across the gorgeous jewellery. This would’ve cost Grayson fortunes. Izzy fixed her mirror back up and reinstated her vanity before carefully putting on her gift. She admired the way it looked, beaming to herself. It suited her, making her chocolate eyes stand out against her complexion. She was about to close the box when she realised the spongy-textured material keeping the jewellery in place was oddly loose.

“That’s funny,” she murmured to herself as she slowly she lifted it up. Underneath she found another slip of paper. She’d thought the game was over. The jewellery was her prize but of course, this challenge was made by a Hawthorne, there was always more.

It read: lkvm gsv wlli zg vczxgob mrmv gsrigb in Grayson’s cursive hand.

Another clue. She tried to read it backwards but quickly found it made no sense. Of course Grayson hadn’t used the same clue twice. It was such an odd blend of letters. She tried to unscramble them but there wasn’t enough vowels to form more words. She resorted to putting them in alphabetical order which didn’t help at all and then reverse alphabetical order which was even more pointless.

She stared at the letters until they mushed into one big soup of undecipherable code. She flipped onto the back hoping for some help and sure enough scribbled in the corner was a small note. HOT = COLD. Izzy frowned in confusion. What did that have to do with the letters? She tried to make the words but there was only one O and no D or T at all. Then she looked deeper at the meaning. Hot was equal to cold, what then correlated hot and cold, hot and cold were opposites, opposites, the letters were opposites.

Izzy sat down, grabbed a pencil and some paper and wrote out the alphabet A to Z. Then underneath she wrote the alphabet again from Z to A. She began with the L and saw it met with O, then the K that met with the P and so on and so on until she’d deciphered the entirety of the sentence.

‘open the door at exactly nine thirty’

Izzy’s eyes flickered to the clock it was nine twenty eight, giving her one minute to tidy everything up that had led her to her clues and another minute it fix her hair and straighten her dress. She opened the door as the clock hit nine thirty and stood there was Grayson a bouquet of tulips in his hands. They were the most beautiful pastel shades.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled widely.

Izzy squealed with joy practically flinging herself into him arms. Lucky Grayson’s reflexes were fast otherwise she may have tumbled down the stairs.

“You got my clues then,” he said, brushing the hair from out of her face.

“I’m offended you doubted I would,” she commented.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied, with a pointed look.

“It was implied,” she responded, doe-eyed.

“Let me see if I can make it up to you,” he whispered, planting a slow kiss on her lips.

Izzy melted into him, addicted to his taste. There was nothing like sharing moments like these with Grayson. Euphoria pulsated through her heart every time.

“Consider it forgotten,” she smiled as they pulled away.

He kissed her again gently, holding her face in his palms. Grayson had never thought he could hold the whole world in his hands until now.

“You want to go downstairs?” he murmured against her lips.

“I don’t know, do I?” she giggled, fingers dancing in spirals on the back of his neck.

“I think so,” Grayson winked, suddenly sweeping her feet from under her.

Izzy squealed at the sudden surprise of having no balance and clung onto Grayson for dear life. He carried her down the stairs bridal style, where adorning the banister were ribbons in shades of perfect pink and purple. She looked up at him with a loving look in her eyes. He knew her too well. When the reached the bottom Grayson placed Izzy on the floor, taking a moment to himself to admire her beauty. She was stunning. Nothing in this world, he decided, was more beautiful than her. He could stare at her for hours and never get bored.

He didn’t understand how he’d gotten so lucky. Grayson had never felt he deserved someone like Izzy. She was a blinding light in the darkest of his moments, the gleaming diamond in a pile of rocks, a shooting star in a sky of inky black. She was everything.

“Go on then,” he ushered her towards the closed door to the next room.

Izzy grinned to herself as she approached. Her hand clasped the cold metal handle and slowly she turned it. Her jaw dropped upon entering the room. The decorations were absolutely stunning. There were clear balloons filled with confetti and glitter as well as pink and purple balloons. There were banners everywhere with cursive silver writing reading ‘happy birthday’ as well as handmade hearts out of card. On the table there were more vases of the tulips she’d been greeted with at the door.

“You did all of this,” she gaped, eyes sparkling.

Grayson took a mental picture of her like this. Standing there with her mouth wide and features enveloped in pure joy. There was such indescribable beauty in her mesmerisation. He loved her more than he could comprehend.

“Well I had a little hand,” he shrugged.

“It’s so beautiful,” she complimented, running her fingers along a pale pink balloon.

Grayson tilted his head to the side, “really?”

“Really,” Izzy nodded enthusiastically, “oh my gosh I love it so much.”

Her heart swelled to nearly double its size. Grayson had done all of this for her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the time and plan in it had all taken

Grayson smiled widely, whenever Izzy was happy, he was happy.

“Everything is perfect,” she whispered.

“Not quite,” he shook his head.

Izzy’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “what do you mean?”

A very Hawthorne smirk spread across his features, “haven’t you noticed what’s missing?”

“Nothings missing, this is amazing Gray, really,” she said earnestly.

“What about the cake?” Grayson said.

Izzy hadn’t even realised that there wasn’t one, she’d been so focused on how spectacular everything else was.

“Oh,” she replied with widened eyes.

“Good thing I can help fix that,” Grayson said, the corners of his lips upturned and a twinkle in his eyes.

“You’ve got that look on,” Izzy told him softly.

He furrowed his brows, “what look?”

“Your look,” she smiled delicately.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

“The best thing,” she replied, raising onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Perfect,” he grinned walking over to the fridge, “so seen as it’s your birthday I thought that you’d want to decorate your own cake.”

“No way!” she squealed, only just about preventing herself from jumping up and down.

She followed him further into the kitchen and it was only then did she notice the piping bags, bowls of coloured icing and decorations laid out on the kitchen table.

“Well I know you love to do this, so we’ve got a tier each,” Grayson explained.

“I’m so excited,” she beamed at him.

He laughed, a warm bubbly sound that sent a fuzzy feeling to Izzy’s chest. Izzy didn’t often hear him laugh like that, it was rare for Grayson. He was usually so serious, so on task it was sometimes difficult to get him to smile. When he did it was magical, he had a beautiful smile which was made even cuter by his dimples.

“Libby made everything of course,” he said.

“Then it’s going to taste incredible,” she winked before cheekily dipping a finger into the pink icing and licking it.

“Did you just-“

“Don’t leave icing out if you don’t want me to eat it,” Izzy said before he could even finish the question.

He shook his head with a chuckle.

“And by the way it’s to die for!” she groaned, tipping her head back and closing her eyes, “how does she make it taste this good, it’s impossible.”

“A mystery to me,” Grayson shrugged, walking over with two plates in his hands.

He put two cakes down onto the table, both crumb-coated and ready for decorating.

“I thought nothing was a mystery to the infamous Grayson Hawthorne,” Izzy smirked, sitting down.

“There’s only two mysteries to me in the world,” he replied.

She folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, “which are?”

“How Libby makes such good icing,” he began slowly.

“And?” she prompted him, with a grin.

“And…” he paused, “how you’re such perfection.”

Izzy’s cheeks warmed up to a much deeper shade than the bowl of pink icing, “stop it,” she giggled.

“It’s true,” he told her, rolling his sleeves up, “now let’s decorate.”

“These cakes look amazing,” she exclaimed.

“They’ll look even more amazing once we’re done decorating them,” Grayson added, reaching for a pallet knife.

“Don’t go all artistic on me now,” Izzy said, poking her tongue out.

“I’ll try not to,” he teased, reaching into the drawer behind him and taking out his glasses case.

“Oooo glasses out,” she sang, “you’re getting serious about this.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I’m not getting serious.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “you only whip those out whenever you’re doing art or photography you’re really serious about.”

“Not true,” he shook his head, putting them on.

“You’re right,” Izzy grinned, adjusting them slightly, “it’s also when you read about serious topics like philosophy and history and therapy.”

“I don’t read therapy books,” Grayson said flatly.

“So ‘how to make it through my trauma’ is a fantasy romance book,” she raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s about a dark brooding prince and his perfect princess,” he replied without missing a beat.

“Oh yeah,” she smirked.

“Mhmmm,” he nodded smoothly, “the prince is a cold hearted blonde and the princess is a sunshine character with dark hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes and they fall madly in love and decorate cakes together and never make fun of the others taste in books.”

“Wow that story sounds so familiar,” Izzy hummed as he guided her over to his lap.

“You must’ve read it before,” he shrugged gently as he pulled her down.

“I must’ve,” she murmured as his hands snaked their way to the small of her back, holding her as if she were the most delicate thing in the entire universe. To him she was.

The kiss was so tentative it as almost lost in the surrounding air. His lips were soft and mellowed against hers.

“Has anyone ever told you that glasses really suit you,” Izzy asked, in barely a whisper.

“They haven’t,” Grayson replied softly, kissing her again.

“That’s…weird,” she breathed between kisses,“…because… I couldn’t… help… myself…”

“I love you so much,” he smiled as they pulled away.

***

They got to work on the cakes, Izzy’s playlist blasting in the background. She was a delicate piper and an expert with any nozzle. Grayson, on the other hand, preferred to use different variants of pallet knives to create an artistic canvas on his cake. The two of them laughed and talked for what felt like eternity. It was only when Izzy went to scrape more icing into her piping bag and realised there was none left, that they noticed how long they’d been there for.

“We’ve run out of pink icing,” she pouted at the empty bowl.

“That might have something to do with the fact you smothered it over the entire cake,” Grayson flashed a witty grin.

“It tastes the best,” she reasoned.

“All the icings taste the same,” he said bluntly, “they’re just dyed.”

“Nu-uh,” she shook her head stubbornly, “the pink one tastes pink.”

He raised a sharpened brow.

“Trust me,” she insisted, “it’s just better.”

“Whatever you say my love,” he chuckled, “now let’s make some more icing.”

She bounced up, grabbing the icing sugar from the baking cupboard. Grayson met her at the stand mixer with the butter. She began to measure out the ingredient whilst he stood behind her, hands on her hips. Izzy tried to hide her blush and focussed on the ingredients but gave up pretending after she’d measured the wrong amount of sugar for the fourth time.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled into her ear as she put the butter into the bowl.

It took everything in her not to drop everything completely. She blushed a deeper shade of scarlet, which she hadn’t thought was possible before today and kissed him gently.

“Now mix the icing and stop distracting me,” she grinned, walking over to get the pink food colouring.

She managed to reach the bottle and swiftly made her way back towards Grayson where a silky smooth icing had been combined. He glanced at her, an amused expression lighting up his face.

“Come here,” he chuckled, “you’ve got a little-“

“What?” Izzy asked.

“Icing sugar on your cheek,” he murmured, bringing her closer so he could bring his hand to her face and brush it away. But even when the icing sugar was surly gone, he continued caressing her cheek, her soft skin under his tender touch.

“And a little here,” he winks, blobbing a little icing on her nose with his finger.

Izzy giggles, the sound being the most beautiful music to Grayson’s ears.

“You didn’t just do that,” she said.

“I did,” he replied a cheeky look in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, failing to suppress her laugh as she grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

“Wait!” Grayson exclaimed suddenly.

She froze mid move, “what?”

He pulled her closer and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You look cute with icing on your nose by the way,” he said, carrying the fresh bowl of icing to the table. A blush spread across Izzy’s face making Grayson smile widely.

“So do you,” Izzy replied, following him.

“I don’t have an icing on my-“

She dolloped some onto her finger and swiped it across his nose quickly, before his lightning reflexes got a chance to kick in.

“Don’t you?” she batted her eyelashes, licking the icing left on fingers off

He shook his head and laughed, pulling her into his arms for a hug, “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you,” she winked.

***

After another hour of decorating they were both finally done. Grayson’s was of course a work of art, despite him promising not to get all artistic. Izzy was proud of her tier, it was perfect. Maybe it didn’t look exactly like her pinterest inspiration photo but she loved it nevertheless.

“Now we need to stack them in top of each other,” he said.

“You have fun doing that,” she chuckled.

“Nu-uh sweetheart, this is your job,” he replied, handing her the tool.

Izzy stared at him blankly, “erm why are you giving me this responsibility?”

“You’re the birthday girl,” he shrugged.

“It doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly become a pro cake stacker,” she exclaimed.

“I don’t think anyone is a pro cake stacker,” Grayson responded. He couldn’t help himself.

Izzy tried to be annoyed at him but seriously couldn’t. Those dimples made her fold every time.

“You know what I mean,” she rolled her eyes, “okay, well here goes nothing then.”

She slid the flattened disc under the second tier and used the handle to lift it up. She was surprised at how dense it felt. Slowly and carefully Izzy manoeuvred it one the first. It was all going well, too well. Her hands got shaky and the cake began to wobble.

“No pressure,” Grayson commented.

“Stop!” she giggled, “I’m going to drop it.”

“Need some help?” he asked quickly.

She nodded, “please.”

Grayson moved so he was stood behind, he gripped her hands at the wrist to steady the shaking plate. His chest was pressed up against her back and she could feel his hot breath down her neck. Together, they slowly lowered the second tier on to the first successfully.

“There,” Grayson sighed, taking a step back to admire their work, “it looks stunning.”

“It’s perfect,” Izzy squealed, hugging him tightly, “I love it so much!”

“I think it’s beautiful,” he grinned, “just like you.”

She smiled so hard her jaw ached. That was when Grayson reached into his pocket and produced a box tied with a ribbon.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

“But you already got me a present,” Izzy said as he placed the box into her hands, “the jewellery from upstairs.”

“You thought I’d only gotten you one thing?” he scoffed.

“It was two pieces actually,” she countered.

“You should know me better than to think I’d just get you jewellery,” Grayson replied swiftly.

“I don’t know what to say, thank you so much,” she said, staring at the perfect pink ribbon.

“Don’t say anything,” he told her, “just untie the ribbon.”

Delicately she pulled the ribbon, letting the fabric fall gently after coming loose. Izzy opened the box slowly, unsure of what to expect. Inside, there was an intricately designed metal key. Silver intertwined with gold. She traced her fingers over the metal carefully, memorising each detail. The spiralling patterns and twists and turns and dents and craters. She looked up to meet Grayson’s eye.

“You want to see it?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his tone.

She tilted her head to the side, “see what?”

“Oh come on Iz!” he exclaimed.

“I’m confused,” she replied. She honestly had no clue what he was talking about.

“You’ve been talking about this for months,” he said.

“What?”

Izzy couldn’t for the life of her remember. What had she been talking about for months that correlated with a key? It was like Grayson’s cryptic riddles from that morning all over again.

He chuckled, shaking his head softly, “put your shoes on.”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To the door that the key unlocks,” he responded.

“What-“

“No questions,” he insisted, shoving her shoes into her hands, “no clues, let’s go.”

“You can’t do that!” she said, hastily slipping them on.

“I think you’ll find I can,” he smiled slyly.

“Gray!”

“Izzy!”

“I’m serious,” she groaned, “what do you mean the door that the key unlocks?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked, proud of his crypticness, much to her annoyance.

Izzy glared at him as he intertwined his hand in hers and guided her out of the door. Though, she could only pretend to be mad for so long and only made it to the car with her thunderous expression. Grayson Hawthorne was hard to say mad at.

“The suspense is killing me,” she said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

He drove on, “you’ll survive, I promise.”

“I might spontaneously combust,” Izzy sighed.

“Please not in here,” he wrinkled his nose, “these seats are white.”

“Hey!” she laughed, hitting him arm playfully, “it’s not like you couldn’t buy eight more of these if I did spontaneously combust.”

“But I like this one,” he pouted.

“Such a peacock Hawthorne,” she teased him.

“What?” Grayson complained, “it’s a nice car.”

“You know I might just spontaneously combust to spite you for not telling me where we’re going,” she stuck her tongue out.

“Why would I tell you can see for yourself?” he asked.

“What are you talking about? I can’t see for mys-“

Izzy suddenly realised the car had stopped. They were no longer moving. The drive was shorter than she’d imagined, despite having no idea where they were going anyway.

“We’re here sweetheart,” Grayson smiled.

Izzy stared out of the window. They’d arrived at a beach. Not just any beach, her favourite beach in the entire world. Before she had a moment to drink in the sight, Grayson appeared at the passenger door to open it. He then, like a proper gentleman, extended his arm for her to hold, though Izzy opted for his hand. He lead her down onto the sand where the two walked up the beach. She leant her head on his shoulder with his arm around her. Izzy got so lost in the beauty of the moment she almost didn’t hear Grayson tell her.

“There’s the door my love.”

Izzy looked up. Her jaw dropped and mouth hung open, paralysed in shock and joy and so many other overwhelming emotions.

“You bought me the house on the beach,” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.

She’d loved this house since forever. She’d told Grayson from when they were first dating to now what a dream it would be to own it, maybe even live there. And he’d only gone and bought the whole thing of her.

“And this stretch of beach, from that pillar to this one,” he pointed, “it’s all yours my love.”

“I can’t believe it,” she said shakily.

Izzy had never felt so lucky in her entire life. He might have well have just handed her all the galaxies in the solar system.

“You better start, it’s all real,” he beamed.

“Grayson this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she choked, “I don’t know what to say, I’m speechless.”

“You don’t have to say anything, the look in your eyes is more than enough for me,” he says, “do you want to go inside?”

She gave me a look, “do I?”

“Go on then Iz,” he ushered her closer with a gentle hand, “you have the key.”

Slowly Izzy placed the key into the lock, turning it clockwise. It felt so surreal to be unlocking this door. She looked at Grayson as she turned the doorknob. Together, they pushed it open, revealing a breathtaking interior. There was a regal staircase through the centre that split into two as well as a large hanging chandelier with teardrop glass pieces glistening when the light hit them in the right way. Each time her eyes darted somewhere, something new was to be seen. A stunningly designed ceiling, an alluring pattern on the oak door, wallpaper that was to die for… and that was only in the entrance.

What she couldn’t believe her eyes had missed was the thing in the centre of the room. In the middle there was an art piece. It took Izzy all of half a second to understand what it was. It was her favourite photograph of her and Grayson together but painted.

She looked to Grayson, “did you paint this?”

“Possibly,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a smile.

“Grayson,” she murmured, absolutely stunned, “there are no words to describe how full my heart is right now, this is so beautiful.”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed tightly. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him gently. Her lips softly brushed across his. He melted into her, his arms naturally wrapping around her waist, to keep her closer. A warmth spread through the left side of his chest, a warmth only she had the power to bring him. They pulled away and Grayson couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t because he was breathless from the kiss, it was because his breath was taken by Izzy. Whenever he looked at her, he was unable to comprehend why someone like her would choose someone like him. The way she looked at him made his heart race, let alone when she kissed him.

“If I knew you were going to react like this I’d paint you something every day,” he flashed a smile, lowering his hands to her hips and pulling her in even closer gently.

“Oh shut up,” she grinned, hands around his neck.

He dragged his thumb gently across her jaw, when it reached her chin, he tilted her head back slightly, gazing into her irises, “I love you Izzy,” he murmured, his voice a low hum.

“I love you too Gray,” she whispers, entranced by him.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

I really hope you enjoyed Izzy!! Have the best day my love 💕💕 love from bella

[megamind2010]

hello again umm nell 10+25?

i didnt even notice this notification until now what a delightful post-job application reward for me

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN...? we have so many aus its almost comical. branching off from the main universe theres the second bad end (where casey dies instead of nell), new york ending (the beautiful wonderful good universe where nell lives and they retire from heroing and move to new york together and get married and THEYRE SOOOO HAPPYYYY), single mother au (a horrible timeline where nell misinterprets something completely innocent as casey cheating on her and kicks her out and then casey gets pregnant from one of a series of one night stands and turns out to be a horrible mother and they meet up one more time and have ONE FINAL NIGHT OF PASSION IN MIAMI but then have another world ending fight and never speak again).....................

further from canon theres earth-3 (where ladybug is a villain/standup comedian and casey is a sweet innocent kind secretary who gets dragged into villainy), justice riders (cowboys), transformers (nacelle the autobot helicopter and showcase the decepticon vespa), transformers au 2: the squeakquel (where casey is still a human), transformers au 3: the threequel (where NELL is still a human), pokemon (cuz i like making pokemon teams), steven universe (very underexplored i just love peridot casey), mlp (they live in manehattan together), immortal days (THE MOST NICHE JUST-FOR-US AU), noir (casey killed her boss and hires detective bishop to throw her off the scent).......

im sure theres many more. the ones i think about the most tend to be new york/single mother/transformers but i just really truly love putting them everywhere

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

WHERE DO I BEGINNN

i love... her dedication to what she thinks is right, even at the cost of her own happiness. her fierce independent streak... how much she cares about the people around her despite what she would have you believe. the fact that ted is one of his closest friends when you would assume they have nothing in common personalitywise (and similarly how arsenal is their favourite titan, a fact which baffles many people in-universe)... the ways that they care about casey and the ways they show this and the ways they never show this. Their beauty and handsomeness. their HERO'S SPIRIT!... and their romantic heart

many such cases

[doctorweebmd]

I never knew what to say about zsg because, well, there are a lot of aspects about it that don't align with my usual taste, despite its objective high quality. I mean, I'm a sfw fan 😂 That said, I'm always in awe that with your busy job, you continue to feed us so well. I'm busy too and only going yo get busier, so it's an inspiration, as longfics are what I prefer to write as well (though it doesn't come nearly as naturally, lol). And, you're right, zsg deserves to hear the love and admiration I have for it, so here goes.

To start with, the fic definitely has residence in my head, despite reading it nearly a year ago. There are scenes I still think about. I was talking about then with a friend just a week ago. Since I don't have time to read fic these days (cries), the most I can do is go back to old fics and reread my favorite scenes, and I do that with zsg, because there are such high quality, top tier moments. The "you're looking at me" "I never stopped" ??? That might be the pinnacle bkdk. I can't believe I've never seen that before in a bkdk fic? Or if it was there, it didn't hit as hard.

I know you're not so into the falling action part of a fic, but I loved the last bits with bkdk. When Baku realizes Deku's staying? Those moments they have of figuring things out are so good. And the provisional exam being inspired by Kamino was great. Really clever and a nice homage. And, of course, very nice that Deku could be a hero again.

Also, the Shinsou content is perf. I always love a side character having a big part in a ship fic and that shinbaku relationship is exactly why. (Similarly, I loved All Might and Aizawa helping Baku out.) That flashback scene where Deku calls Baku Kacchan? So good. And so smart as a flashback, because it would have been too much in the actual timeline, but where you fit it in the plot was really really clever. I also generally love a flashback--unpopular opinion, but I do.

Those were some of my biggest highlights! I hope my little disclaimer at the top isn't totally assholish 💀 I think you're just great and really admire your openness and the things you try to tackle in fics and your incredible output. I hope you're doing well <3

ahhh Anjum thank you so much for sending this!!! AHHH i'm sorry i complain on here so often i was so embarrassed i deleted the post lmao

gosh yeah especially when you read sfw stuff in general! i have this habit of writing REALLY detailed and explicit sex scenes 😳 what made you read it, in that case? (obviously you dont have to answer!)

god. every time i think about their devotion to one another i want to combust into flames. think for much LESS we had to work with when we were writing a few years ago?! the way horikoshi has developed katsuki into this passionate, level-headed, absolutely hopelessly committed to Izuku - literally never saw it coming. these two deserve peace in the end. they deserve to live a life on their own terms. they just DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY

urgh its Izuku's DREAM and of course horikoshi is setting him up to lose one for all, i think thats been his intention from the beginning, but his life is only starting!!! he's only 15!!! you're telling me he's going to risk his life and lose the only thing he's ever wanted?! i wonder if horikoshi used all might in his big-old mecha suit as a hint that deku would still be a hero, just using assist devices. at least i hope. this kid deserves a chance. (i dont know if you're caught up on the manga?? i'm kind of ranting lol)

adjfakldjflk;asjdlfjasdfj ANYWAY WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE MY DAYYYYYY adsjfaldjfkl argh you just made me so happy especially because its been a long time and i forget parts about it but TO HEAR THAT EVEN THE PARTS THAT FELT LIKE A STRUGGLE WERE STILL ENJOYABLE?! urgh i appreciate you so much thank you for taking time out of your day to reassure a complainy weirdo like me

[rune-tisms]

I NEED TO KNOW THE BACKSTORY OF REESE PLEASE

NO WAY OMG SOMEONE CARES ABT MY STUPID INSERT OC IM SO HAPPYYYY

i literally wrote a whole google doc about him i’ll just paste it here lmao

cw for a suicide attempt (not detailed though)

reese has lived in gotham for his whole life, but when his parents died in a car crash when he was 12 years old, he was promptly moved to the gotham city orphanage. it was there that he met edward nashton. they didn’t immediately become friends, as reese had become quite the trouble maker and frequently got into fights with the other children, but edward warmed up to him eventually. reese was the only one who actually spoke kindly to edward, which caused edward to get somewhat attached to him. once they became friends, reese quickly got very attached to edward and they were practically inseparable. reese even stopped getting into fights and found himself able to better cope with his loss due to having edward around. they would remain friends until reese was 16; their friendship would end with a nasty argument that removed both of them from speaking terms. it would begin with edward wishing for some space from reese, and reese feeling hurt by this and lashing out by accusing edward of being the reason he has no other friends at the orphanage, and from there it would just get worse and worse until it ended with both of them storming away from each other and never speaking or even being within 5 feet of each other ever again.

reese would go on to immediately join the workforce, never keeping jobs for long but making enough money to afford a shitty apartment in the slums of gotham. his mental health declined significantly and he even attempted suicide when he was 23, but was unsuccessful. the trip to the hospital caused him to become even less financially stable, so he had to take up multiple jobs at the same time, and this in turn worsened his mental health even more. he scraped by every day, barely a shell of a person, until one day he stumbled across one of the riddler’s online clues and managed to get into his community. reese found hope in the riddler’s promise of a real change, and found himself obsessing over who the person behind the mask really was. riddler had practically saved his life by pulling him out of his depressive stupor, so naturally his damaged brain latched onto him and pulled him into a parasocial relationship with this strange online figure. however, he was far too anxious to try and form an actual connection with the man or even make himself a prominent figure in his community. he settled for snippets of the riddler from his livestreams and posts, all the while wishing they could meet in person. it’s likely that, subconsciously, reese picked up on similarities between his childhood friend edward and the riddler, though he never was able to make that connection outright until edward was caught and detained and his identity was revealed on the news. as riddler enacted his plan, reese was unable to find it within himself to care that riddler was a murderer; he was in too deep already. he was simply another follower. it’s not as though reese wasn’t inclined to violence himself, anyway.

regarding the batman, reese isn’t very interested in him, and is, in fact, more jealous of him than anything. he wishes that he was doing something that could cause the riddler to be as interested in him as he was in the batman. in fact, reese often fantasized about being the batman himself, simply because he wants to be noticed and loved by the riddler.

during the flooding of gotham, luckily reese’s apartment complex was far enough away from the sea wall to suffer minimal damage. it was, however, at this point that reese began to question his loyalty to the riddler, but by this time it’d already been revealed to him that the riddler was edward nashton. he was able to sympathize with edward and his cause even more due to knowing him personally, and so mentally excused all of his actions. besides, it would be immensely painful for reese to discard his obsession since it was practically the only thing keeping him alive; edward/the riddler was the only thing that mattered anymore.

he begins to daydream about freeing riddler from arkham, but he knows he’s not smart enough to actually achieve such a feat. he hopes edward can free himself, and since edward has always been smarter than him, has hope that he can actually do it. this is where reese is at currently; waiting for edward to escape so he can finally reunite with him after all this time.

i hope you find it interesting anon thank you so much for asking :D

also, this is only one possible backstory for him, i have too many ideas 😭 if you wanna know more you can totally dm me :3 or just send another ask ofc!

[missamyrisa2]

Tickly Dinner and then I forgot how it ends

It was a pleasant dinner, why wouldn't it be? The atmosphere oh god I said atmosphere about a restaurant I'm going to jump into that big pot of hooooly shit lobster bisque anywayyy she's sitting across from me and then the look starts. I see it in the corner of her plush pink lips, the sproutlings of a smirk. I push my own lips out in protest, I shake my head with a subtle tilt as the waistress drops off our refills. Yes, waistress because she both looks like she has extremely ticklish wide hips and would be a hugely sassy tickler shaking them while bringing the adorable man host to giggling tears I mean that guy is wearing the silkiest dark suit and sports endless curly locks, he needs to be struggling through gasping giggles at all hours of the day while his waistress tickles his pockets and taunts his princely rod held prisoner in those divinely soft pants. I snap at my own hand, trying to keep it still. She's pursing those lips now, lowering her chin and sending out those teasy beams from her sparkly globes goooosh I hate this so much, it should not be possible to hold such sway over someone's body this must be exactly how the servants to the gilded feather of the crescent ocean felt when the ancient snickerqueen rose from the depths and imprisoned them in the jet chamber which is kind of like when you're in a pool and there's that jet of water and you put your navel up to it and then the lifeguard throws you out because you keep giggling and it's distracting him but also you couldn't help but poke that adorable toned navel. Okayyyy her eyes are on mine now and it's starting. Goooooosshhh can't do it I can't it's not going to be good the waistress will see, that old couple next to us who I'm pretty sure are diddling one another under the table will see mmh I sure hope I'm getting that kind of action when I'm ancient why do we never see like really old ladies in tickle clips I mean the fetish has been prominent for so long and there's those vintage clips and those girls have to be old now I really want to see how their experience grew all this time and ahhhh I canttttt she's wiggling those lips I'm gonna dooo it I'm lifting my shirt oooh gossh the air in here is kissing my belly and now I'm snickering~

"Grrrrr I hope you're happyyyy!!"

I feel my nose crinkle, I tried to stop it but my nose doesn't listen ever and now that fire just exploded. And then it explodes again because I push my glasses up with my pinky and I see her tickler look flash ~ that big streak of a smirking smile and knowing cast of her eyes. Even her hair is against me, bouncing with that little taunt. My belly twitches under the cool air of the restaurant and the exposure. She's tickling my navel with those eyes, I want to cover it but instead I shift and now my hips pop slightly from my bottoms. Ughhhh this superpower she has over meee ~

"You'll need to stop that."

The waistress towers down over me, her intense hazel globes putting on a show but there's a clear brightness to her stride. With catlike quickness she checks and sneaks a poke right on my navel. Not just a poke. It's clearly a strum, a special move only a tickler would have loaded and ready to roll. Nnnnh. I hate being so right! I also hate that squeak that just escaped my lips as my cheeks ignite in blush. Not just my cheeks, my neck is positively pink, I can feel it. My shirt sheepishly goes down as my new tickler continues on her way and my present tickler has taken the opportunity to move to the next level of torment.

"Don't youuuuu dare~~~" I snarl, gripping the table trying to look tough. Her phone is out on the table, the screen clearly visible as she gives me an innocent look as the app launches. Gently pulsing lines draw across the screen and I feel them wake up. Those jerks, the little nubbins hidden throughout my outfit. One by one they activate, under my arms, along my ribs, over my belly, one for each hip, one for each hip dip, behind the knees, under the toes, andddd naturalllly plenty around the royal areas ~

"Shall we start on low?" That fully exposed tickler's smirk. I almost fall out of my chair right then and there, stripping off all my clothes for her spell. Instead I feel my lips twitch and tremble. Her fingertip gently flicks along one of the pulsing lines to start a wavy pattern. MMmhh~~~ gentle buzzes start up along my ribs, feeling like flirty fingers gliding up and down. I try to hold stoic, turning my head side to side. She isn't having it, her middle finger taps the adjacent wave and it's a sudden shock to my underarms. I pound the table and attract way more attention than is ever comfortable in my entire lifetime.

"Good ticklebug~ and speaking of bugs, I think I saw something fluttering around that adorable lil bellybutton~" She leaves the rib tickles to repeat, fingers touching and probing each one like I'm getting an examination that never ends and who the heeeeeck examines ribs anyway? I suppose someone has to and I sure hope I don't need it anytime sooon but now I can't think about that because a humming is starting around my tummy. It trembles as the nubbin attached to my shirt works its magic. Spidering grasps, soft strokes, loving pokes ~ how is it even possible to simulate, how is she sooo good with that app ~

"How are you soooo gooooood??" Her fingers dance and twirl and work away on the bouncing lines, her other hand casually holding up her cheek as she holds that darn adorable smile with a torturous streak ~ she shrugs playfully and starts sending trembling loving signals to my legs and toes. I stand up, catch eyes with her and sit down to take my tickles ~ I'm bursting with giggles now, sounding like I was being fed an endless stream of jokes from the funniest tablemate ever and yet my tablemate is simply beaming across at me, drinking up my every sound and reaction.

"Does that tickle?" She muses, making feather strokes happen along my toes. I slip a moan. I'm begging and pleading though it really just sounds like squeaks and garbled attempts to make anything sensible. Suuurely the waistress will be back, to eject us to at least relieve me of this public tickling spectacle ~ I try to find eyes with the towering lady of endless refills ~ and just as the buzzing creeps into my royal areas I see her, casually having a snack at an unoccupied table and soaking up from a perfect viewpoint these teases being enacted on my body. Mmmmmhhhh goooosh ~

"Okayyy okay okay okayy okayy okay okayyy~" the attempts to endure start and fail just as suddenly~

"Okay okay okay? ~~ Okay? Yeahhh~! This is so hot, I'm not gonna lie~" She grins, slipping a sly hand down to I thiiiink give some sympathetic tickles to her own royal area as the loving hums start up on my chest buttons, alternating and shaking like flicking fingers. The table should file a lawsuit for assault against me, I pound it again and again. I'm full on laughing now, gasping even. The other patrons are watching everything. She goes full bore and starts up the buzzing in my honeyspot. I sing verses to songs that never existed in pitches that shouldn't. She goes "oooooh~!" with impression before gliding down to raise the buzzes and taunt my swelling royal princess part. I grasp the tablecloth as hard as I can, it starts rolling towards me. The silverware starts clattering on the floor, drinks spill and cups all. I suck at magic tricks. I shake my head no no no no no. She bobs her head yes yes yes.

"Mmmhmmm mmmmhmm~"

My silky panties become weaponized, cradling my royal areas snugly to hold back and tease the swelling while delivering all those trembling buzzies on the death spot. The gathered crowd is watching intently, hanging on every moment. "Will she?" is the common sentiment though they say nothing. I'm rising, rising, their bated breath with me, my princess part teased and vibrated to maximum ridiculousness, honeyspot thoroughly pillaged by tickles and my ribs and belly and underarms and toes are bullied to bits ~

And then she hits the panic button~

Front row tickets at the tickle noise concert. The vibrators are playing an all-night set and the encore is as long as the show. I lose all semblance of control, the rhythms are all gone and my body is beholden to tingly tickly chaos erupting all over. The tickle spots are in a fight for dominance for who gets to make the most sounds of my lips ~ I'm off my chair, the chair was gone like minutes ago. I gyrate around and buck and struggle ~ the gigglegasm was right within reach ~ and now it seems so distant, the light of a star that arrived only to tell me it had been dead long before ~ Endless eyes are looking down, smiles and smirks. She still sits at the table, almost comically, just casually orchestrating my complete annihilation ~

And then it stops. When did it stop? Am I still laughing? Am I dead? Am I evil? My feet are walking. Moving backwards. Maybe in heaven everyone walks backwards hahaha I think I'm going to heaven. Maybe a haven. That's pretty cool. Tifa has a Haven and she punches people so that's neat except she probably wouldn't tickle me. I wish she should because that hair. It's just like the hair of this waistress who hollllyyyyy sugar she's backing me into this stall and asking if she can see "me". I nod dreamily. It's probably not happening except it is my bottoms are tugged down and my girl is right there too she's pressing vibeys again and now this domineering woman is taking that strummy finger and working the sleeve imprisoning my bullied princess part and my navel at the same time. She's playing me like an instrument with those nails and that wicked sneer ~ sooo much contempt for this silly girl in her restaurant ~ something about that's it cum for mama I can't even register the words because I'm not a cash register but I know that command and that tone and it's all it really takes because I'm so tickled and the buzzies are going and she has my navel and my princess rod and now I'm right here, backed up by these two lovelies made to gigglecum so much in this bathroom ~

how utterly ridiculous~

And even more so because through the fuzzies I now realize we're moving ~ I must have fuzzed out ~ no matter because the car will take me home~~excepppppt I happen to be bound with my arms up in this backseat ~ and the driver is neither the waistress nor my lady ~ because they sit next to me, applying bright shades of lip gloss as a tingly post gigglegasm makeout session is soon to begin~~~<3

"Oooh no you're not stopping the story with your silly heart just yettt"

Gooosh how silly. I have to wiggle and struggle madly as this car drives somewhere surely but more importantly a plush pair of pink lips and purple lips make kissy muah muah mauh taunting sounds as they caress and graze down my arms and biceps. I beg and plead not to kiss my muscles, I simply can't take that and now they're making me admit it to my reading audience tooo ~ They snicker and continue, passing the phone back and forth to send taunting buzzes under my legs to make me dance. Their lips split up, with my lady making out with me but more like sipping the giggles from my lips as the waistress moves to my belly, sealing her lips and blowing raspberries between loving kisses across all that sensitive skin before dipping her tongue in and out of my twitching navel. My chin is directed up so they can start tormenting my neck. I'm screaming with gasping moaning giggles. The prints tingle all over my arms and tummy and now my neck.

Our car makeout session goes so long I don't even realize we've arrived at the torture Miss Amy Convention. Good old MAC. Except people keep showing up for makeup and computers or something.

Alright, I'm so done~

[transitioningpirate]

today - 03/11 - dates exactly one month since i've started t!!!!! i'm so happy and honestly so pleased with everything. i had a bit of a bad month (got sick, had a bit of a falling out with someone and then i got sick again) but seeing the effects it's had on me already makes me honestly so happy. and thinking about what's to come makes me so much happier!! it's been a while since i realized i actually was feeling excited for the long term future. it's amazing.

here's some of the changes i noticed:

same as the last list - hunger and thirst have increased a lot. the doctor says it's because of my metabolism, it's much faster now. this is good but also bad because i keep forgetting to drink water. this is something that i've always struggled with. before this week, i've already ended up in a hospital because of dehydration like three times. anyways, i used to live in an island, very used to humidity, and this year, for college, i moved to a town that's, like, over an hour away from the nearest beach. it's very very dry. and like i said before, in november we were hit by a terrible heat wave, and it all piled up: fast metabolism, heat wave, dry place, me forgetting to drink water frequently, and you guessed it: i ended up at the hospital yesterday :(. had to take some pain meds and some saline, but im totally fine now, and ill make sure it doesn't happen again!

so much more energy. i know i said this already, but it's crazy, seriously, i have so much more energy just in general, for everything. it's amazing. ive been sleeping better, eating better, working harder, studying more, it's crazy. my mood has increased a lot, too, actually, especially after my second t shot.

irritability, but i think this has more to do with my personal life. a bit of tmi here: i was seeing someone until not long ago but some not-very-nice stuff happened, and i asked for a break (with no intention of returning, mind you, despite what he so confidently claimed) and immediately after realized i very likely had an sdt for the first time in my whole life. for the record, this is the only person ive slept with this whole year, basically. so. yeah, i was stressed, you can say that. spent a bit of money on meds, and im already feeling much much better, but it definitely took me down for a couple days, emotionally and physically, and i honestly think my irritability came from that, but maybe t had a hand on it too? who knows

two friends of mine claimed im growing a moustache, but i dont think so yet. i already had a very thin very small moustache before, and maybe it's getting a bit thicker? i haven't noticed it personally except in one (01) picture i took with a weird lightning. im not sure... but i like to think so! maybe it's just starting to get thicker and it'll actually grow eventually!

acne. i bought a soap for my face specifically, and i use it everyday, sometimes twice a day, so it's not as bad as it could be, but it's definitely present. mostly in my forehead and my chin. it's easily taken care of, though, and doesn't hurt and barely shows, so it's whatever

my voice has definitely gotten deeper! not significantly so, but it definitely has, it's noticeable, and i love it so much. i love listening my own voice. i love listening to myself talk. i love it, love it love it love it so much. i record so much more audios on wpp now, i like hearing them back, i like hearing myself!!!!! it's the best. ive never felt this way about my voice before. im so happyyyy <3<3

it's so hooooot god i feel hot almost all of the time, everywhere it's warm and i sweat sooooo much. doubled my deodorant use and i have no regrets. it's not a bad thing, but it is mildly inconvenient sometimes, ngl. living in this hot as all hell town definitely doesn't help. ive wore more light and freeing clothes and it actually helps a lot, though. plus, my baby cousin's birthday this month will be a pool party, so im hella excited for that!!!!!!

if i can think of anything else, ill add onto this. thank you so much :3

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @deviltryhours. 

a/n: I’m sorry this took forever, I know it’s short but I hope it brings you some joy. Happy belated birthday dear friend!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ          

   Waking with a start, you looked at the beeping alarm and grunted. 7:45am.

Mornings. Usually hated, but today … the morning felt a little different then the rest. Laying there, on your back, you could hear the chirping birds outside. Huh, tranquil in the trailer park. A sentence you never thought you’d have.

And then a fuzzy crunching noise sounded, followed by a group of voices you knew all too well. Laughing, you listened as the Hellfire Club sang you happy birthday from the walkie talkies that Eddie demanded everyone have.

 “Happyyyy Birrtthhddaayyyy toooooo yooouuuuuuuuu!” You noticed that Eddie’s voice was the loudest of them all, and the most off-key. You were always noticing Eddie more so than the others, especially when he was right in front of you. Your eyes never leaving his form, flicking from his eyes, landing to his smile. God that smile. It lit you up inside and you it took everything in you not to gaze dreamily at him all. Fucking. Day. It should be noted that it’s been pointed out by many of the others but all you could do was brush it off, give small excuses. The most used was, “I’m staring because he doesn’t own a hairbrush … it’s like a birds nest.”

 And then you’d hear someone, it nearly always being Max, mumble, “yeah a bird’s next you’d like to bury yourself in.”

   She was not wrong there.

 Kicking back the covers, your bare feet hit the cold floor and you pulled open the curtain. There, with a massive sign was a group of your closest friends. Eddie, Robin, Dustin, Nancy, Mike, Max, Lucas and Steve. The already knew where the rest of the Hellfire Club members were … still tucked into bed. You couldn’t blame them, with all the teenage hormones.

 You doubled over in laughter at the sign, looking at each of your friends’ faces. Robin and Steve were hanging off one another, seemingly fighting off sleep. Nancy was proudly holding one side of the sign (she would’ve been the one to organise the surprise. You had met her in the library during your second year of high school, and had been close ever since. It was seen as a weird friendship to others, but to you two … It made sense.)

Dustin was kneeling on the ground, his arms outstretched presenting the sign, but his body was covering the last few words so Max pushed him over.

  “Ow! What was that for?”

“I didn’t wake up before sunrise just for you to block the sign, dumbass.”

  “Children, children, please.” Eddie said in a mock stern voice, still holding the other end of the sign.

You rubbed your eyes and slid open your window. Straining to see, you could make out the words that had been painted on a green sheet of poster paper with black marker:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOBLIN KING!   THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS GIVING US ROCKS!!        THEREFORE YOU ROCK!!!

Maybe it wasn’t the most thought out sign, as you could tell by Nancy’s sheepish smile (you know if she had full reign that the sign would say something a bit more … elegant.) But you could tell that Eddie was the one to come up with the words. Because that was his nickname for you – Goblin King.

Pulling on your boots and a brown knitted jumper, you climbed through your window and out into the field behind your trailer. The group started singing but you groaned and tried to shoosh them (no, they did not stop.)

 Dustin called for a group hug and … it actually worked this time.

Like Steve and Nancy, you no longer attended Hawkins High. To the dismay of Robin, who was your fellow bandmate. Making friends after you left was no easy feat. Not to mention that Eddie was gutted that he thought he had to replace you, but as fate would have it, or your lack of life planning, you had no reason not to still be in Hellfire Club.

“God, thank you guys,” you said breathlessly, as Dustin slowly unwrapped himself from your form. He admired you just as much as Steve.

“Well, you’re worth it,” Nancy said with a wink. She knew you the best out of everyone. A weird dynamic; her a social class above you, with a stable(r) home than yours. She never judged you when she came over to visit, never said anything about your family or lack of it.

 With a wry grin you bumped your arm against hers and she did the same, a small gesture; like your version of a hug.

 And there stood Eddie, with his mane of brown voluminous hair. A smirk on his face, one he knew would ruffle your feathers.

   “Didn’t think I’d ever see you out of bed before 9am, Munson.” You said mischievously, crossing your arms over your chest. It was ridiculously cold this morning.

 “Only leave my bed for the best of ‘em,” he replied, chucking you a messily wrapped present. It was Christmas wrapping, and the tape was abysmal, but you were appreciative nonetheless.

Before you could open it, Mike’s stomach grumbled … loudly…

  “I second that,” Lucas said, rubbing his stomach.

“I third it,” said Dustin, “let’s go eat!”