#popping yo moms cherry

[jdms-flat-ass]

[duskier]

This one is for @bjornthebearguy <33

The day had been terrible. Heaven forbid you have a day off to yourself- no kids, no work, no work kids either! And yet all three seemed to converge on your one monthly day off to make a terrible, no good combination that was the opposite of the peace you had envisioned for yourself.

The bus you took to work because your car battery was dead was just the cherry on top of your already shit day.

"Hen! Don't run off! This is a military base, not a playground!" Calling out to child number one, Henrik; young but still plenty old enough to know better than to run off from you.

"Oh!! And who is this wee li'le guy?" Work child number one, Soap; the last influence you would have wanted to meet Henrik. "You lost ma friend?"

Soap was good with kids. You didn't need to see him around kids to know he was good with them, you had seen his myriad of family pictures; the ever expanding brood returning him from every leave with more pictures of him with chubby, smiling toddlers balanced on his shoulders. Henrik was more than happy to let the soldier scoop him up and carry him back over to you.

"Mor, mor, lookie! Who's this!"

"If it's a stranger, should you be letting them pick you up?"

Meekly, "....No."

Soap could only guffaw and heft your child back down to the ground. "Yer mom's right, kiddo."

Clara, actual child number two held securely in your arms, took the moment to scream shrilly. Toddler speak for, "Hello! I'm so excited to meet you!" You'd long since lost the flinch reflex from your eardrums being assaulted by your little ones, and just took the damage head on.

"What's all the noise about!"

You turned to that sweet voice, Clara turning her head in time with you. Work child number two, Gaz. Brilliant smile flashing even brighter in the sun, walking with long strides to pull you into a side arm hug. Clara giggled and kicked her feet as she was squished between the two of you, and Henrik huffed at being ignored. Of course Gaz caught onto it quickly, popping a squat and giving the little guy a fist bump.

When he stood back up, he fixed a look at you. "What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?"

Soap nodded in agreement, head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, but Price said he needed something urgent? Was supposed to be a spa day, but the babysitter broke her clavicle and I couldn't find anyone to take the little ones... Figured day was ruined already so I might as well not pretend I couldn't read the captain's messages."

Soap and Gaz were gentlemanly enough to walk with your little family, Gaz taking Clara from you as she slowly nodded off, drooling on his shoulder, and Henrik happily stomping along hand in hand with Soap. The two of them found their rhythm for stomping and you couldn't find it in yourself to be annoyed by it.

"Didnae realize ye had kids," Soap offered. "Where's their da?"

You laughed. "Donor bio dad, just me and the kids. I have a close friend of mine who always wanted to be a dad himself, we co-parent."

Soap shook his head as if clearing some thought bubble away from his mind's eye. "Where is he today then?"

"Honeymoon with his new husband for the weekend, goodness knows where. Lucky bastards."

Gaz hummed, his free arm pulling the door to the main building open.

Soap let go of Henrik, his smile apologetic. "This is where I leave ye, good man. Take care of yer ma for me, aye? We love her too much."

Henrik plastered himself to your side as soon as Soap disappeared behind the closing door. Gaz's boots made the most noise against the hard concrete floors, but only for a moment.

"Mor... where's the Ghost? You told me the Ghost was here." He was putting on his brave voice, you could easily tell. Of course he'd ask about work child number three. Henrik poked his head forward, getting Gaz's attention. "Mor's a liar, isn't she?"

"Hen!" You gasped out, the same second Gaz broke out into a fit of laughter.

"He's out right now, but you better watch out.... if he catches you not eating your vegetables that's when he...... GETS YOU!" Gaz reached an arm behind you and tickled at Henrick's side, making him shriek out in laughter.

The outburst woke up Clara, who started to cry because she was too upset about being woken up so suddenly.

"Oh, oh little one I'm so sorry," Gaz looked like he actually felt bad, putting the crying toddler down on her own two feet so she could stumble ahead of the group, trying to escape whatever it was upsetting her.

Of course you couldn't have that. "Clara, hey! Get back here!"

Somehow, the little thing made a beeline for Price's office, the door slightly ajar and allowing her entrance without a fight. You could hear her waddling stomps and a surprised noise from Price echo from his office, and could feel the mortification overwhelming your very soul.

Gaz took the moment to take his exit stage left, goodbye work child number two.

When you swung the door open, full of parental wrath ready to be unleashed, you were astounded by the sight before you. Price and Clara were giggling together, her sat on his desk and tugging at his beard. Henrik wrestled himself out of your grasp and ran up, feeling left out and demanding he be let in. Price only smiled good naturedly and pulled the boy up to sit next to his sister, winking at him before turning his attention to you.

"These are yours, I take it?" He blew a raspberry and Clara retracted her hand with squealing delight, and Henrik let out a sound of victory at his sister's loss.

"Captain, jeez, I'm so sorry. My car isn't turning on, the sitter canceled last minute, it was this mess or not come at all. The guards out front said it'd be fine--"

"Of course it's fine! I have some paperwork I need you to take a look at... Of course you understand that if it could have waited it would have...oh, hello, what is your name?" It was like your captain had disappeared entirely- just left a sweet middle aged man hunched over so a young boy could run his fingers gracelessly along his wrinkles.

"I'm Henrik. Mor calls me Hen. I hate it."

You held back your retort of, 'exactly why I call you that' while Price let out a big belly laugh. Henrik leaned forward with a scrutinizing eye, something that could have been intimidating if not coming from a child.

"Are you Santa Claus? Be honest. Mor says liars-"

"Fibbers, Hen," You cut in.

"Oh- yeah- Fibbers are bad people. Are you Santa Claus?"

Price only cocked his head to the side, his mustache bristling with his barely contained grin. "Does Santa have a white beard? Or a brown one?"

You scooted closer as you watched your son screw his face into one of concentration, trying to decide his answer. "Mmmm..... White!"

"What color is my beard then?"

Clara piped up, finally. "BWOWN!!"

Price pretended to startle, and laughed jovially at the sound of your daughter's voice. The entire interaction warmed your heart, watching with a smile on your face as Price nodded finally.

"There we go. Means I'm not Santa, don't you think?"

The two children exchanged a look and finally Henrik gave a little nod, his sister following suit likely just to copy her brother. The two suddenly broke out into giggles and leaned on each other, and Price looked back at you again. The warmth that saturated his eyes had your breath catching in your throat for a moment, before you suddenly caught on that Price had said something to you.

"--I left the files on your desk, I can watch the little ones if you'd like. Might make the paperwork go faster if you aren't splitting your attention."

"Do you know any fairy tales?" Henrik asked over Price's offer to you.

"I must know one or two after all these years, shouldn't I? Hmm. Would you like to hear of the princess who couldn't sleep? Or maybe the one that slept too much..." He winked at you, and made a little motion to shoo you from his office.

His voice faded out as you shut the office door behind yourself, and made your way to your office. Price hadn't been kidding, the stack was a lot bigger and more important than even he had lead you to believe- likely because he had been calling your civilian phone and couldn't trust the integrity of the lines. Well, it had to get done sooner than later. You resigned yourself to your squeaky office chair and set to work. The sooner you finished the sooner you got to get home.

When you finished you looked at the clock and felt terrible. You'd left your poor captain alone with your monster duo of children for nearly two hours. Even the strongest soldiers couldn't handle Henrik's endless tirade of questions or Clara's decibel of a speaking voice.

You rushed back to Price's office with the stack of paperwork and files in your arms, only to find your two kids soundly asleep. They were still sat upon Price's desk, but were face first in his shoulders. He was focused on his phone, his arms wrapped around the kids to keep them from falling as he squinted at the blue screen, but looked up when you came in.

"Hi," You whispered. "All done, captain. Can't thank you enough."

A puff of hair came out his nose, a soundless laugh. "It does me good to be around kids. Really reminds me what we do this kind of work for. To make the world a little cleaner for little ones like yours. They behaved themselves, they are wonderful kids, love. You're doing a good job."

You bit your tongue. You certainly wouldn't cry in front of your captain for saying something that hit you so squarely in the heart.

"Thank you, sir."

"John."

"...John." You smiled, ignored how domestic it was to be whispering with your boss while your children rested on him, their little heads rising in time with Price- John's slow, steady breaths.

"I'm nearly finished for the day. Why don't we let them sleep a little longer, and I'll drive you all home, we can catch some dinner on the way." He paused, and you swore you could see him blush a little. "If that's alright. I could also just drive you straight home-"

"John. Dinner sounds nice. How do you feel about Italian? Hen is on a pasta fix right now."

John smiled, his mustache bristling slightly. "Pasta sounds perfect."

[pssyinboots]

Hey so it’s my birthday soon and I was wondering if you could write a fic about reader thing Wally forgot her birthday, but he’s just planning a surprise or something

Ps I loved I was never the best to you, hoping for a part 2 💜💜💜

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have the best day ever!! I hope you like this 💖

Eighteen Candles

Birthdays were always a big deal in your family. It was the one day that you were allowed to skip school, your mom would make you an epic birthday breakfast and then take you out for a shopping day. You were the only child your mom had so she always went big on birthdays, even now. Your mom comes to the school every year and lets go of ballon’s and brings a cake. It was the best day of the year for you. So when you and Wally got together you made sure to include him in your tradition.

Wally took it upon himself to make your birthday an epic event, he would force all the ghost to make party decorations and gather snacks and presents that they would take from the living students. So when you woke up and Wally wasn’t standing in front of you with that goofy smile and a bouquet of paper flowers (what it was hard to find real ones,plus this way they would never die) you were confused. You wondered the school trying to find him, when you finally found him on the field running laps. “Hey Wally!!”, you yell cupping your hands around your mouth now he could hear you. Wally runs up to you wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in and leaving a kiss on your forehead,”Hey baby what’s up?”, “Wally you’re all sweaty.” you pull apart from him taking his hand in yours. He just laughs looking down at you with that love struck look, “Sorry babe, do you need something?”. Do you need something?!?! What does he mean?! Did he suddenly get amnesia and forget that it was your birthday. “…Wally do you know what today is?”, he quirks his head a bit “It’s Friday.”. No, he wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday he remembered every year for the past two years. “Yeah but do you know what else it is?”, ok now he looked really confused “…..Earth day????”. Scoffing you take your hand out of his, “Earth day?!?….Wally that’s tomorrow, did you bump your head? Today is my birthday”, he doesn’t even look phased. What kind of boyfriend isn’t filled with panic when they forget their girlfriends birthday?!? What kind of boyfriend forgets their girlfriends birthday at all? “Oh…happy birthday sweetheart!”, he couldn’t be serious right now, “Yeah Wally thanks.” you turn around leaving him in your dust as you storm away. You couldn’t believe him.

Of course Wally remembered your birthday, especially this year it was your 18th. Yes technically ghost are stuck at the age they died, but birthdays were important for you. That’s why Wally planned to throw you the best surprise party ever. He even arranged it with Maddie to make sure Simon got your mom in the gym tonight for a birthday memorial. He had every ghost locked up in the gym preparing for your party. Well except for Rhonda and Charlie who were supposed to make sure you didn’t enter the gym.You stormed inside the school looking for someone, anyone who would remember what day today was, when you see Charlie and Rhonda talking against the gym doors (weird). “Hey guys!” catching their attention they turn towards you waving, “What are you doing??”. Charlie and Rhonda exchange looks trying to make up a lie, “Hey cherry pop. Mr Martin asked us to guard the door because the marching band decided to practice inside today. He didn’t want anyone bothering them”. ,That’s weird the marching band hardly ever leave the lawn, “Oh ok….Hey do y’all know what today is. I know it’s Friday but what else is it??”. They share a look not knowing what today is before Charlie finally responds, “Earth Day??”, you were going to scream, you swear you were going to scream bloody murder. “No that’s tomorrow” you state plainly before walking off. Did everyone get group amnesia?? Well at least you know your mom wouldn’t forget, she was here every year.

She wasn’t here. How could your mom not show up? You knew it has been two years but she couldn’t have just stopped coming,right? You look up at the trees to see if there was any birthday balloons, they always got stuck when she would release them. But there was none there, she just didn’t show up. You couldn’t believe everyone forgot your birthday. You knew that you were the only one who still cared, all of the other ghost becoming jaded about stuff like that. But you made a big deal out of it every year, How could no one remember?? After sitting out in the park lot for a couple hours you decided to give up once school got let out, retreating to the teachers lounge.

Laying down on the couch you stare up at the weird mold stains on the ceiling trying not to cry. You didn’t know how long you were there before Wally comes in causing you to sit up. “Hey what are you doing in here, I was looking for you?” You couldn’t believe him, “Oh I don’t know Wally maybe i was mopping because everyone forgot my birthday?!?!”. Ok so maybe Wally took the whole making sure you were surprised thing a little too far. “Ok come with me.”. You were about to protest but Wally grabs your hand pulling you up and dragging you out of the teachers lounge. “Wally what are you doing? Where are we going??”, Wally just leads you to the gym doors. Leaning his back on them and knocking on the door three times to signal everyone that you were there. Suddenly music starts coming from inside, it sounds like happy birthday. “I could never forget your birthday.”. Wally opens the door with his back leading you into the gym. Letting out a surprised gasp you see a banner that says happy birthday. All the ghost let out a,”Surprise!!”, you turn your head to take in everything and that’s when you see her. Your mom is Standing there with the principle and about 30 or so people, some being your past friends and she’s holding a cake. Your Birthday Balloons are tied down with a weight now they won’t fly away. Turning around to look up at Wally you see him looking down at you smiling trying to gage your reaction, “Happy birthday baby”. “Wally this is just.. i can’t even… just thank you” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a quick kiss. “Ok, ok, now come in here and blow out your birthday candles they are starting to give out.”, you look up to see Charlie holding a cake. Wally pulls you closer to everyone and you see it’s the same cake that your mom is holding with happy 18th written on it. Blowing out your candles you can’t believe that you thought Wally forgot, you should have known that he had something up his sleeve. Wally wraps his arms around you while Mr Martin cuts up the cake, serving it to the students.”What did you wish for?”, “Nothing i have everything i need.”

[jackiequick]

When is your mom is Ms. May Parker 🤭

Summary: When your mother is the beautiful May Parker or as people like to call her, Aunt May, sometimes you can get a little embarrassed. But you love her nonetheless!

Fanfic Length: Short

Characters appear/mentioned: Amelia ‘Mia’ Parker, Aunt May, Ben Parker, Peter Parker & etc.

Note: Inspired by the “Hey, Mrs. Parker” audio haha!

- In school -

Aunt May going to pick up her daughter meanwhile Ben picking up Peter Parker from elementary school. She parks outside and get out walking up the pathway to the school entrance. She’s wearing a nice fitted graphic t-shirt, jeans that are cuffed at the ankles and her favorite sneakers. Her loosen 2nd day curls bounce up and down as she struts the pathway. 

Some security guards stop and stare, one of them even opens the door for her, with a smile pulling up his sunglasses. .

“Ah thank you.” May says with a sweet smile.

“You’re welcome Mrs..” He replies not knowing her name.

“Mrs. Parker.”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Parker.”

May smiled once again at the security guard and his friend before walking into the main office signing in her name and such. Many teachers and staff members walked by with a cheeky grin glancing or greeting May Parker.

It was always “Hey, Mrs. Parker.” or “Hi, Mrs. Parker.” Chatting up a storm with her and some not guessing that she was a mother of one of the students here. Compliments, greeting and smiling.

Amelia would walk out of class and into the hallway wearing her signature red sweater, a white t-shirt, jeans similar to her mothers and flats. Standing by her locker to pick up her things and chat with two of her friends, then she heard the sayings.

“Damnnnn, who’s that?”

“She’s pretty.”

“Is she a new teacher? I bet she teaches art or something!”

“Probably someone’s hot aunt.”

Amelia would roll her eyes and groan in annoyance, sometimes even snicker at the comments. “Unbelievable.” She says, slamming her locker shut, “I thought Pops was picking me up.”

Referring to her wonderful stepdad, Ben Parker. She walked down the hallways and nearby the main office, scribbling in her notebook.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Said one her friends, Tracy, snapping her out of it.

Carter, her new friend walking behind her, holding his jacket.

“My moms here. And she’s wearing that cute outfit of hers..” Amelia repiled with a soft smile, using her cherry red pen to point to her mother.

Carter did a double take and exclaimed loudly, “Ayeee yo! That’s your mom?! Hey, Ms. Parker!” 

Tracy and Amelia slapped his arms to shut him up, giggling as the blonde boy rolled his eyes telling them to stop. Some people heard them though as started teasing and joking. Amelia was embarrassed, a light rose color appeared on her face. You couldn’t blame her, with a mom as gorgeous and cool as that who wouldn’t be blushing embarrassed sometimes.

Aunt May turned around and waved at the kids, “Hi kids!”

“Oh mom..” Amelia replied covering her face as she run over to her mother with friends.

The girl would joke around and play it off annoyingly, even sending glares to other people. However as one can imagine from that day forwarded, Amelia would appear ‘Hey, Ms. Parker” from every guy and girl she met. Teachers, older students, friends from work and etc. Even hearing how fine as hell her mother was. Again, can you blame them?

May Parker was smart, cool, sweet and strong headed. Looks for days! Her jewelry and cute causal outfits was always tried to be on point. Even the simplest outfit like jeans and a t-shirt. Her smile could make heads turn. Ever since Mia was in elementary school she knew that and so did everything else. Her mother’s cooking was always great, most importantly her cookies! Sadly she was taken boys.

Once in a while she would hear this…

“Damn, Ms. Parker is finer than a motherfucker.” One would say to his friends smiling.

“Mhmm!” The other replied then waving to May Parker with a grin, “Hi Ms.Parker!”

May would turn around with a smile as she carried her shopping bag and said, “Hi boys!”

The first guy muttered, “When you gonna give me a chance, Ms. Parker?”

“Wha’cha say honey?”

“Huh? Nothing!”

Mia would simply laugh deciding to mess around and yells, “Hey Ma, when pops coming home with Pete?”

The guys eyes would widen and groan rolling his eyes in annoyance. A part of Amelia always knew that her mother heard those comments, especially when she wasn’t seen with Uncle Ben, Peter or any of her friends. When May was out with her husband, Ben, he always made sure to stay close her and show his women off, knowing how wonderful she is. However he get protective and extra loving sometimes in public. That’s his lady.

Of course May heard those things, you would know cause all those comments from sweet ‘You look beautiful’ to the simple ‘Hey, Mrs. Parker’ gave her a confident boost!

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— Present Day —

Amelia never minded that comments about her mother. Yes she would get defensive and sent a few glares, to try and scare off the people from behind. Even yell out loud something to cause attention to her instead of her mother. But all of the time, it made her proud to know her mother still got it! Especially after years of her mom being single and staying with her, the confidence boost was still there. Sharing her mother with the world, cause like any child their mom is their part world.

Hell, sometimes she would encourage her mother to go on a date with the guy who might’ve been flirty and or do a little swirl whenever she was complimented. Take it all in and shine. Mia wants for her mother to be happy, healthy and loved!

Cause in Amelia Parker’s eyes her mother, May Parker, will always be the vibrant, dazzling, charming and simply sweet women. No matter what year it may be or the age of her family life, she will always love her.

Like I said, the comments are still there and the looks still come weather she wants to or not. Amelia embraced it. Because a part of her knows her time will come where her own nieces and nephews, maybe even children, will be embarrassed by her and become a bit defensive. Or in her words, protective. The Parker Women tend to have that flare weather they know it or not.

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Thank you for reading! I hope u like it.

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[olive-gardens-breadstick]

random dc headcanons go!

most of them are batfam sorry lol

every time beast boy changes form he has to active stay alert as not to completely adopt its nature and stay focused on the fight not the rapid change of chemicals flowing through him

pink kryptonite makes jon aroace

martha wayne was native french and did the one parent one language thing so when bruce thinks about his mom a hint of french slips into his voice

following the last one, bruce learned two different types of english (american and british) so his natural speaking voice is a bit of an abomination (his fathers new jersey accent and alfred’s british + the french it’s a nightmare)

and frequently switches between american and british spelling bc alfred helped with his homework after thomas and martha died

billy still has some enhanced elements to him when he’s not shazam ie; he’s a lil too strong, is randomly a lil bit more insightful than usual etc., not enough for anyone he knows or even himself to notice but it catches  adult strangers of guard when a random 12 yo gives really relationship advice that they just have to take bc they know he’s right

before bruce was born martha and thomas had 3 cats they named snap crackle and pop (they were orange (ginger snap) black (with a distinct white pattern that looked like lightning) and white (pop corn))

the cats died when bruce was in highschool (they were close in age and went one right after the other) and he took it just as hard as his parents death bc he lost one of the last things he had left of them

when bruce learned how much jason loved to read he took him to a) the five story barns & noble and b) the book store in oregon that is legitimately a block and just let him lose resulting in the manners library

kara doesn’t like the chunks of garlic in food so she makes her own sauce and uses garlic powder

conner may have clark’s hair and eye brows but is smooth literally everywhere else, not even peach fuzz on his face, no leg or arm hair, everyone he meets in civilian form thinks he gets waxed

barry can find his way anywhere if you give him street names (he’s on callahan going towards cherry) but cannot tell the difference between his left and rights (he turned right! *heavy sigh* your other right,man)

martian man hunter can’t read bruce’s mind, not bc of some moral standpoint he just… can’t. it stresses him out

knowing this bruce will give him a smile when he know j’onn is trying to get in his head it always chills his bones

after they got married selina “found” a few pictures of bruce with the cats ( baby to teen) and cried for a good 2 hrs about it and when bruce say her crying and asked her what was wrong she just said he looked so sweet in every picture

tim and bruce did (and still do just not as often) escape rooms every weekend when bruce made tim robin he said it was to sharpen his skills but really he just liked seeing how excited tim got when he solved one of the puzzles

tim’s comfort games are ace attorney and professor layton (bruce got him the first games of both and a ds one christmas and he instantly fell in love with them) he’s also played dangonrompa (which bruce got him a ps vita for)

after he found out tim had a ds jason gets him a stupidly easy and shallow shovel ware game as a gag gift for his stocking

oliver and bruce were super close before oliver’s cruise ship crashed and they both still have eachother as their emergency contacts

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

 Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

(read more under the cut)

Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

[diamondsheep]

sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why?

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?

Otra vez !! Muchas gracias por el ask uwu 💜✨

sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why?

I like salty food a little bit more ? But i do love sweets 💖

i love everything that is Mint, Cherry or chocolate flavored but i think i can list some of my favorite desserts :D.

Cakes : Red Velvet, Carrot Cake and those Peach Cakes ( en español se llaman Carlotas .. no se en ingles XD )

Ice Cream - Gelato : Mint, Pineapple ( Viva la nieve de piña de la Pops💛 JAJA ) or the classics like chocolate, vanilla and strawberry

Others : Lo pongo en español por que si :V Tres leches, Suspiro limeño, palomitas dulces o cualquier galleta con relleno como las príncipe, asdfhjkls esas son de las mejores JAJA

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?

aww both are good !!!! but maybe a mermaid because one time a little girl told her mom that i had mermaid hair and that totally melted my heart and made my day 🥺💙💜 (Oh and because of Luca XD )

A las niños pequeños les encanta mi cabello🥺💖 y yo lloro internamente de la felicidad, creo que esa es una de las razones del porque aun tengo el cabello largo y por que me lo tiño jeje 😅

[binniedeactivated]

Drabble 01.

↳˳☁️;; ❝ Double Or Nothing❞ 

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[@𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇...

「 renting a double bedroom apartment with a random roommate at the last second isn’t such a good idea 」

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���first and foremost I have a boyfriend so I don’t want you getting any ideas”. you explain to your new roommate who was strangely taller than you imagined. he plops a box in the middle of the living room floor and turns around to you, popping a cherry flavored lollipop out of his mouth. his brown silky shoulder length hair was parted perfectly in the middle. he was wearing blue denim overalls over his white multi colored long sleeved striped t shirt with all white high top converses to match. 

a giant kid, yes, that’s exactly what he looked like.

“get what kind of ideas?”. he asks honestly. you narrowed your eyes at him figuring he was being a bit sarcastic. “just go get the rest of your shit”. he shrugs shoving the lollipop back into his mouth before doing what he was told. 

you knew you shouldn’t have done this. you didn’t know who this guy was. he could be anyone. usually people would do loads of research before they just settle on a roommate. but due to your financial aid being delayed you had to think fast. living on campus was way too expensive so you had to take matters into your own hands. you posted an offer online for a roommate at your university, it was kind of desperate now that you thought about it. you said you were looking for a roommate to go half on rent with you and you didn’t care who it was, you just needed someone to show up by move in day. 

well, today was move in day. and this random kid was the only one who showed up. 

when he was done hauling his things into the house he shuts the door behind him. you glare around at the different things he had. you saw a familiar baby blue circular frame sticking out of one box.

“is that a cotton candy machine?”. 

“yeah”. he answers excitedly taking it out of the box for you to see. it was a nostalgic one, one that had wheels on both sides with elegant designs on the front of it. “see? it’s portable. you can take it anywhere”. 

you glare at him weirdly. why on earth would that be something you take to college with you? 

 “yeah. anyways. what’s your name?”. 

kai places the machine down and holds his hand out for you take shake. he gives you this soft smile which was kind of odd with his lollipop poking the inside of his cheek. 

“I’m heuning kai!”. you roll your eyes at his excitement. you give him your name. 

“nice to meet yo--”.

“what’s your major?”. you interrupt and fold your arms.

“oh well, I’m a confectionery major. what about you?”. 

“confectionery? what the hell is that?”. 

“it’s in the same field as culinary arts”. 

“so what do you do?”. 

“I make sweets. like candy and chocolate and ice cream-- and oh! candied fruits like candy apples”. 

“I bet your teeth is rotting as we speak”. 

“my mom always texts me and reminds me to brush my teeth. I do it like 5 times a day. It’s second nature at this point”. kai mentions before sliding the lollipop out of his mouth. 

“that reminds me! I have a gift for you actually”. you furrow your eyebrow watching him pull something out of his bag. it was in a round weird shaped container. he hands it to you. 

“what is this?”. 

“it’s a cookie dough cupcake. it has cream cheese frosting and chocolate chips at the top. I got the idea at 3am. it isn’t too bad”. 

you lifted the lid of now what you knew as a cupcake container and you had to admit, the execution of this cupcake was impressive. but you weren’t in the mood to get your teeth tainted by sugar. you sat it on the nearest countertop and you didn’t notice but it made kai kind of frown. he loved when people bit into his gifts at first sight. 

“before we even get into that let’s get to the meat of all this. how are you paying rent here?”. 

kai sticks the lollipop back between his lips and grasps his overall straps. 

“I work at the University Bakery”.

“okay good. I work at the bookstore”. 

“nice! what’s your favorite book?”. 

“what idiot actually reads books when they’re around them all day?”.

“what’s the point of working at the bookstore if you don’t read the books?”.

“because I want money. alright— so rules that I have, I don’t like a lot of noise at night. I like to live in a clean place that smells like something I want to come back to everyday. I don’t care about company just make sure they stay out of my room. groceries is something we can go back and forth on every time they’re needed”. kai nods in agreement. you stand there in expectation, only for Kai to pop out his lollipop once again and say,

“why are you staring at me?”.

“you don’t have any rules? Or anything you don’t like?”.

kai thinks for a moment before shaking his head. “nope”.

“not even one thing that you don’t like?”.

he then tilts his head, “well, there is one thing”.

“what is it?”.

“being alone”

[starglossie]

two ducks in a pond

renga bday fic for the girlies <3  rating: g for general audience baby!  summary: reki realized he couldn’t call himself langa’s bff if he didn’t even know his birthday. so he goes: “hey langa when’s your bday” and langa goes “oh. today.” and reki’s like “haha rad... HELLO? HELLO WTF? HELLO?” and thus, a bday party is planned <3 what are the vibes of this fic? bday cuteness, some pining, some asking sk8 dad joe for advice, some reki being so in love with langa it’s ridiculous, some first kisses hehe. 

can also be read on ao3 and below the cut. 

Reki sniffed, ripping off another piece of bread and chucking it into the group of ducks below in the pond. “Yo, Langa?”

“Huh?” Langa grunted. He tore a piece of bread for himself before throwing one down to the ducks. 

“Stop, that’s for the ducks!” 

“I know. But I’m hungry. We can share.”

Reki rolled his eyes and nudged Langa with his shoulder. “I’m convinced you have, like, ten stomachs.”

“Fourteen.”

“Anyways! My question,” Reki leaned closer, noticing how Langa always allowed him into his space. And, in this moment, how he always allowed Langa into his. “When’s your birthday? I realized we never talked about that!” 

Yeah it was a random question but Reki was curious. He’d grown close to Langa in incredibly quick fashion but the simple things! He had no idea when his best friend was born and that was utterly unacceptable. This had to be changed immediately. 

Langa ate another piece of bread. Chewed. Swallowed. Stared distantly into the horizon before turning back, quickly. His eyes widening a fraction in surprise. “Today.” 

“Oh ok!” Reki accepted and then shuffled back a bit until his answer really hit him. “EXCUSE ME?” and he’s right back. All up in Langa’s space. Nearly onto his lap as he gripped Langa by the shoulders and shook him several times. “What do you mean today? Hello! Hello, why did you not let me know this sooner!”

Langa, still unphased by the bomb he dropped, answered in his same, even tone that’s quickly driving Reki up a wall. “You never asked.”

“What do you mean!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!” 

“I forgot, honestly.” Langa explained as if forgetting his birthday was the same thing as forgetting where you put your tv remote. “Ah, but my mom said I shouldn’t stay out too late. Since she wants to celebrate. Something small.” 

Reki felt himself age several years. Tired, but determined, he pinches Langa’s cheeks instead. Ignoring the “ow ow ow!” Langa made every time he pulled. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I can’t believe I didn’t know until now! I have to get you a present.”

“It’s not a big deal, Reki.” Langa said, patting Reki’s hand that held onto his cheeks. “I liked spending time with you today. That can be your present.” 

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Reki released Langa’s cheeks. He stood up and kicked up his board, grabbing it and holding onto the end with his hand. “You go home and celebrate with your mom! I’m gonna go prepare something! Something epic. Something totally rad!”

“I was already going to do that…” Langa frowned. “Reki, seriously-”

But Reki was far too stubborn and ridiculously determined to make things right. Logically, he knew that Langa didn’t care. How would Reki have known today was his birthday? Not his fault! But that didn’t matter. Not to Reki. Not when Langa, who was so far from home, who made Reki’s world a little more colorful and bright and… no. He had to. He couldn’t go to sleep in peace tonight knowing he hadn’t done something for Langa. 

Reki kicked off onto his skateboard and turned around, “Keep your phone on ring tonight, ok? Cause I’m gonna call you later! Don’t forget!” with a wave, he kicked off. Chucking the last pieces of his bread into the duck pond. 

Langa watched Reki skate off, then turned with a sign. Back to the pond as the ducks happily descended upon the discarded piece of bread. A small smile grew on his face. As color rose to his cheeks. He shook his head and threw his last piece of bread too before heading home. 

 -

 “JOE! I NEED-Oh,” Reki stood at the door he opened (without knocking mind you). Eyes wide as he stared at Joe and Cherry. Joe with his arms around Cherry’s waist and Cherry’s gripping Joe’s shirt as the two stared back at him. Lips red. Cheeks flushed. “I. Can’t you do that at home?”

“Kid can’t you knock ?” Joe laughed. But there’s no real heat to his words. 

Cherry on the other hand gripped Joe’s collar harder before pushing him back. “You said the door was locked, you beefhead!” 

“I said I thought it was locked.” Joe’s laughter grew louder even as Cherry gripped him up ready to throttle him.

It’s not like Reki was surprised to see Joe and Cherry mid make out… he always wondered. But to actually see that happen in real time-he cleared his throat. Cheeks still hot. Willing his mind to not take that one step further considering what if that were him and Lan- 

“I’m sorry! Next time I’ll knock.”

“There won’t be a next time!” Cherry howled. 

“Yeah ok,” Joe rolled his eyes. His arms wrapped around Cherry’s waist. With a tug, he turned him back into his arms and rested his chin rather boldly on to his shoulder. “We’re not exactly subtle. It was about time someone found out about us. Reki,” Reki jumped to attention, clutching his skateboard. Joe grinned, “Whatcha need, kid?”

“Too close!” Cherry growled, attempting to break free at the same time as Reki responded, “Uh… right! Right! Today’s Langa’s birthday. So I wanted to ask a favor!”

“Oh?” Joe said. “What’s the favor?” 

“I was wondering if we could like. I dunno. Make him a cake! And, uh-have everyone come by! Shadow and Miya and Oka… just everyone!”

“That’s pretty last minute. Your breath is gross. Stop breathing on me, Joe!” Cherry pushed Joe’s face away who only laughed and held him tighter. He huffed, seeming to give up on breaking free from Joe’s hold anytime soon. Reki held back the urge to laugh because Cherry’s temper was foul and Reki did not want to be at the receiving end of that anytime soon. No that could 100% go to Joe. 

“I don’t think it’s impossible,” Joe said. “But the cake’s gonna take a few hours. Less, if I have some help.” 

“I’ll help!” Reki was already setting down his skateboard by a plant and rolling up his sleeves. “I’m pretty good around the kitchen. Just tell me what I need to do.” 

“Loving the enthusiasm. Cherry, be useful and text Clowny, Shortstack, and Oka, yeah?”

“Who do you think you are bossing me around, huh?”

“You’re so cheeky you know that? Would it kill ya to just listen to your elders.”

“We’re the same age!”

“I’m bigger-”

“Ok!” Reki jumped in. “Party. Langa’s birthday. FOCUS!” 

Joe detached himself from Cherry-much to Cherry’s visible appreciation and Reki’s well… he’s just happy this is working out better than anticipated. Joe made moves towards the kitchen and told Reki to follow him while Cherry grumbled, pulling out his cell phone to make the necessary calls. 

It was a very last minute plan. And by pure luck alone was Reki able to get the gears going. His heart raced, imagining the end goal. The restaurant filled with Langa’s friends and the cake and maybe they could get some juice! Reki could make a playlist while they baked. And Langa. He hoped he could see Langa smile. 

The thought made Reki’s heart squeeze as he slipped into the apron Joe handed him. 

“Alright kid,” Joe smirked, tying the knot for his apron behind his back. “Let’s get to baking. 

 -

 “And… finished!” Reki wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow as he placed the icing down. The words, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANGA!!!, were neatly drawn onto the cake in light blue icing. It had taken all but 30 minutes and complete concentration but Reki was nothing if not a perfectionist. 

“Looks good, kid.” Joe leaned over to inspect the cake. Baking it took about an hour. Decorating it another forty five minutes or so. Meanwhile, Shadow, Miya, and Oka had arrived with some decorations. Shadow refused to have a birthday party that did not have a banner, streamers, or some sort of fun confetti. 

“You can bake, slime?” Miya had asked when he popped his head back into the kitchen to see what was happening. “I thought you were just a skatehead. Who would have thought you could do more than one trick, slime.”

“Slime this, slime that, but when everyone gets a slice of cake but you, we'll see who the slime is then!” Miya only laughed. 

What mattered was that the cake was finished. He pulled out his phone to check the time and saw that he had two missed texts from Langa. One was a photo his mom took of him in a party hat eating cake with his same absentmindedly pleased expression. The next was a text from about ten minutes ago: rdy whenever for whatever u have planned. 

Reki zoomed in on the photo of Langa eating cake, a goofy smile curling onto his lips. 

Joe peeked at the smile. Untying his apron, humming. “You got it bad, kid.”

“I!” Reki started, his cheeks coloring to nearly the same shade as red as his hair before deflating. His smile is not so goofy but warm, complacent. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” No use fighting what was, to Reki at this point, inevitable. 

He’d been this way ever since he saw Langa fly amongst the fireworks. 

Joe smiled in sympathy, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “I get it. You gonna tell him tonight?”

“Uh… I, dunno?” his eyebrows furrowed. “I hadn’t really thought about telling him… at all really.” He thought about what would happen if Langa didn’t feel the same way. If their closeness was just a matter of sharing a secret, born from forced proximity, and nothing more. He liked their friendship. Loved it. 

Wanted to protect it and cherish it till the day he died. Langa was his best friend. He finally had someone he could share what he loved with. And never had Langa made him feel silly for being so excited over skateboarding. He embraced it all-his theoretical jabber, his hype over nailing a move, his joy over building and designing a skateboard. All the things he desperately wished to share with someone, Langa took it all without question and gave back all the same. 

How could he not develop feelings? It still didn’t make much sense to him. He’s never really liked someone romantically before-especially not this strongly. And never a guy. But Langa was… Langa. And that conclusion was so simple and settled so firmly in Reki’s heart, there couldn’t be any other answer. 

But he’d rather eat dirt than lose Langa and his friendship over unreciprocated feelings. 

Joe seemed to read the confusion and warring feelings on Reki’s face. Because he ruffled his hair again and gave it a good pat before heading back towards the front of the restaurant. “No worries. You don’t gotta rush it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.” 

As Joe’s about to leave, Reki stops him. Text message thread with Langa still opened because he hadn’t finished replying yet. “You and Cherry. How did you-Did you confess?” 

Joe folded his arms and got lost in thought for a few minutes, “I think so? It was kinda messy. We were arguing one second, calling each other names, and then the next minute we were kissing.” he opened his eyes and grinned, “Pretty on brand for us though. I’d recommend not arguing with Snow before you confess.”

Reki snorted, “Yeah… ok.” he looked back at his phone and fired off a text. 

b there soon! keep the hat on :P

 -

 “Wow you actually wore the hat.”

Langa’s eyes shot upward. He poked the point of his hat while Reki snickered. “You told me to.” he said with a frown. 

“Haha, I know! I know. It looks good,” picking up Langa was quick and easy. Langa’s mom was near tears when Reki popped up at the door to take Langa out for a surprise. 

“Langa you’re growing up faster than your mother can keep up!!!” she pressed her tear stained cheeks against Langa, who had a tiny blush on his cheeks despite his near vacant expression. 

They took their boards to the streets after that was the only way to go around. And were walking up to the front steps of the restaurant now. Reiki’s heart rate kept escalating with each past second. Sudden doubt washed over him. What if this was lame? Or Langa didn’t like it? Maybe he shouldn’t have brought everyone together and they should have just skated off to see the sunrise or something. Or maybe he should have- 

“You ok, Reki?”

Then Reki took one look at Langa. Blue party hat and all. Looking concerned with the way his lips pulled into a frown and his eyebrows knitted together. Reki’s heart burst, but for completely different reasons now. 

“I’m great,” Reki smiled brilliantly. All his nervous energy gone and replaced with giddy excitement. “Here, no peeking.” He stepped up behind Langa, covering his eyes with his headband. “Don’t take it off until I say so!” 

Langa gave him two thumbs up. 

With a nod, Reki pushed open the door and gave everyone a finger to the lips to be quiet. His heart kept pounding, because the restaurant looked really good. The decorations were simple, with some candles and lights strewn. Balloons blown up and a giant banner that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SNOW!” with the yeti from Langa’s board painted crudely on it. How they managed to do that in such a short time, Reki couldn’t even wrap his head around. But it looked good. And there was this indescribable pool of warm curling at the bottom of his stomach. He hoped Langa liked it. No, he hoped Langa would love it. 

“Okay… and… go!” Reki pulled off his headband and took a step back. 

“Happy birthday, Langa!” everyone cried out. Standing around the table that was set with Langa’s birthday cake on it. 

Reki threw an arm around Langa’s shoulder, and grinned. Electric and vibrant. “Hehe! Surprise!”

Langa didn’t say anything for a minute and in that minute Reki thought he was going to go through the several stages of grief and depression all at once. But then Langa smiled. It was brilliant. His eyes widened in the same way they did when he flew in the sky, or landed a move. He turned to Reki, eyes still wrought with surprise. 

“You did all this… for me?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?” 

“Slime got us all together so we could celebrate,” Miya said, cat’s smile in place. 

“Now why didn’t you tell us sooner your birthday was today, Snow? You really that far out in outer space you can’t remember what’s down below!” Shadow asked. 

Joe snorted, “Snow’s got nothing on the brain but skating and food. I’m not surprised.”

“Not to rush the moment but I’m starving. Joe, start serving the food like you’re supposed to.” Cherry said. 

“Huh? Is this your birthday party now? Are you in charge here? Is this your restaurant?” 

While the two started going at it Oka went ahead and lit up the cake. “Come over and blow out your candles while those two flirt it out.”

“We’re not flirting!” Cherry yelled at the same time as Joe said, “This is not how we flirt-” which was a lie. 

Langa seemed overwhelmed. In a good way? Reki hoped. But he walked over to the cake and they all sang happy birthday off key and not a lick of tune to be found. Langa laughed and blew out his candles. Reki took 300 photos alone of the blowing, the cutting, and the eating of cake. 

The night went on with the adults busting out the drinks and the kids having juice! Sparkling juice, because it was a fancy affair and such matters called for such things. Of course. Reki kept looking at Langa to gauge his expression. He was happily eating cake while Miya was showing him a new mobile game he was into. 

“You can make food?”

“Out of everything I told you, that’s what sticks out?”

“I think it’s cool…” 

Reki laughed behind his glass, sitting off by the bar while he watched. This felt right. And good. And it was wild how in just a few months his whole life had changed since Langa entered it. He wondered if Langa felt the same. That their lives had turned completely upside down in such a short amount of time. Now here they were, hanging out in a restaurant after hours with people who Reki may not have ever gotten to know if things had panned out differently. 

“Reki.”

Reki looked up from his glass. Langa was staring down at him, face blank. “Sup? Having fun?”

Langa nodded, “Yeah. I was going to step outside for a bit of air. Wanna come with?”

“Yeah sure!” Reki put his glass down and the two headed outside. They sat down on the steps of Joe’s restaurant. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to knee. The streets were quiet. Not many people were out and about. But through the door Reki could hear the makeshift sounds of their friends chatting and distinctively, Cherry’s yelling (most definitely annoyed at Joe). 

“You okay?” Reki asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Langa hummed. “Yeah. I’m okay. It’s… a lot. But good. I’ve never spent a birthday with so many people before. So this is, new.” 

“Yeah? Well I’m glad you could get to experience something new! And that it was good. Everyone jumped in ready to go once I told them it was your birthday.” Reki put his head in his arms resting on his knees, smiling softly up at Langa.  “You’re really loved.” he said quietly. 

Saying that word out loud didn’t really hit, and probably wouldn’t hit for Reki, until much later. But something shifted in Langa’s eyes. Something bright, and before Reki could ask Langa had moved forward. Dipped his head down so their lips brushed just a measure. 

Reki gasped into the kiss. His eyes wide. Langa pulled back, his cheeks burning with the same vibrant intensity as Reki’s. 

“Thank you.” Langa said softly, in English. He wrapped his arms around Reki, hugging him close.

Reki forgot how to breathe in that moment. Forgot what it was like to see stars in the sky when all the stars had conglomerated in his vision. Dousing Langa with such bright light, he was nearly supernova. Reki moved on impulse. Gripping tightly onto the back of Langa’s shirt. Holding him for all he was worth and then more. 

“Anytime.” Reki whispered fiercely. “ Anything for you.” 

They pulled back, but only slightly. Never fully dislodging from the embrace. Reki brushed back some hair from Langa’s face. “The hat looks good on you,” he said cheekily, poking the tip of the hat. 

Langa huffed, “It’s just a hat.”

“Yeah, but you look cute.” Reki smiled even more at the smile that got him. Then, because the little barrier between them was dissolved, Reki slipped in for another kiss. A few more kisses. Several pecks, at the most. “Happy birthday, Langa.” he whispered after they parted. 

Langa pressed their forehead together, smiling softly. “Yeah. Thank you.” 

[jdms-flat-ass]

[mysterycheerio]

Lights Up, on Washington Heights up in the break of day…

Peter closed his door, keys rattling in his hand. Across the street sat his little corner shop - the coffee shop he had worked in since he was small, and in front of it, the gang of graffiti artists painting the roller door in front of it.

The customers were gathered around, watching the artist, mumbling to themselves in disagreement for the pseudo Banksy.

Frustration filled him, and he ran towards them, shouting, "Hey, HEY!"

They ran off.

I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away,

He entered the shop, asking the polite customers to bear with him a moment while he got everything ready, humming to himself as he did his chores.

Pop the grate at the crack of dawn, sing while I wipe down the awning-

He stepped outside, flipping the sign to 'open', and said in a good-natured tone, "Hey, y'all, good morning."

Piragüero, the man selling a sweet, shaved ice type dessert, called a 'piragua', rounded the corner, like he did every day, "Ice cold piragua! Parcha, China, Cherry, Strawberry, and just for today, I got mamey!"

"Yo, Piragüero! ¿Como estas?"

"¡Como siempre, Señor Parker!"

He smiled as the old ladies brought in their grandchildren, pulling them up to the desk. He greeted them the way he knew the ladies wanted.

"They call me Peter, and you prob'ly never heard my name - reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated," he said in a sing-song voice. The guardians began to shop, leaving the children at the front of the store listening to his story - how he's a first generation immigrant, who now sells coffee in his little corner shop.

He went into the back for the second, talking loud enough so that the kids could hear him. He opened the fridge and sniffed the milk, checking to see if it was still fresh, but all that met his nose was the scent of putrid dairy.

The door opened, and in stood Maria Carbonell, known to the community as Abuela Maria.

"Abuela, my fridge broke," he said, voice hinting at desperation as he tried to speak quietly so the kids wouldn't hear him, "I have café but no con leche!"

She smiled, "Try my mothers old recipe: one can of condensed milk."

They walked back out, winking at the kids, "Nice!"

"Ay, Paciencia Y Fe!"

He turned his attention to the kids, "That was Abuela, she's not really my Abuela but she practically raised me, this corner is her esquela," he said, the kids laughing as he turned on the spot.

"Excuse me," a middle aged man said politely, "Can you tell me how to get here?" He pointed at a picture of downtown.

"Ah, you're probably thinking, 'I'm up shits creek'. Have you ever been North of 96th Street?" He shook his head. Peter figured as much, "Well, you must take the A train, go even farther than Harlem, to Northern Manhattan. Get off at 181st and take the escalator. And you're there!" 

"Thank you so much," he said, grateful, before holding his hand out to one of the kids and pulling him out of the shop, "Come on Michael."

"But dad, I want to listen to the man's stories!"

He smiled.

Soon the kids had to depart with their guardians, and he gave a friendly wave at their departure.

I'm getting tested, times are tough on this bodega, two months ago somebody bought Ortega's. Our neighbours started packing up, and picking up, and ever since the rent's went up-

"It's gotten mad expensive," a kid said, making small talk as Peter handed him his coffee.

"But we live with just enough," he said, smiling.

"Amen, brother."

Next up to bat, the Starks! They run the cab company, and struggle in the barrio, see - their son Harley is off at college, tuition is mad steep, so they can't sleep, everything they get is mad cheap.

"Good morning, Kid," Tony said, hand in hand with his wife, Pepper.

"Pan caliente café con leche!" 

Tony nodded, "Put 20 dollars on today's lottery-"

"One ticket, that's it!"

"Hey, a man's got a dream."

Peter laughed at the couples banter, when Pepper addressed him, "Don't mind him, he's all excited cause Harley flew in at 3 am last night-"

Peter set down the drinks, "Don't look at me."

They took their drinks, and as a parting message, Tony said, "Underoos, come over for dinner, there's plenty to eat!"

Peter barely got five seconds before he heard the sound of distinct chatter, "So, then Yesenia walks in the room-"

"-Uh huh."

"She smells sex and cheap perfume, it smells like one of those trees that you hang from the rear-view!"

"No!"

"It's true! She screams 'who's in there with you, Julio!' Grabs a bat and kicks in the door, and she's in bed with Josè from the liquor store."

"No me diga," the younger of the two said.

"Wanda and Nat, going to the salon?"

Nat nodded, and the two chorused, "Thanks Pete!"

Monday is a busy day for him, to say the least. 

The bell on the door dings for the umpteenth time that morning, but instead of a customer, it's a small, black boy, fourteen, who's rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Miles, you're late," he says, his tone annoyed, but Miles knows there isn't any real bite behind it.

"Chillax," he says, making his way to the back of the store, "You know you love me."

He rolls his eyes.

Me and my cousin running just another dime-a-dozen, Mom-and-Pop, stop-and-shop and oh my god, it's gotten two darn hot-

He turned on the AC. The weather man said this summer will be one of the hottest in history.

People come through for a few cold waters and a lottery ticket, just a part of the routine, everybodies got a job, everybodies got a dream. They gossip as I sip my coffee and smirk, the first stop as people hop to work.

That's his day really. An endless blur of one dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine, I got it, you want a box of condoms what kind?, that's two quarters, the New York Times, you need a bag for that? The tax is added.

Like he was saying to Miles when he first came into his life, "Once you get some practice at it, you do rapid mathematics automatically."

Miles then comes out of the back, preparing himself to work the counter so Peter could do the coffee's - Peter was the only one who knew the secret recipes that kept the customers coming- successfully snapping him out of his thoughts.

"How are they today?"

"Practically everybody's stressed, but they press through the mess."

Miles nodded.

"You ain't got no skills," a voice said, as they walked into the store.

"Ned!"

Ned smiled, leaning against the counter. Peter and him were best friends growing up, so naturally, Ned was a regular in the shop, despite working long hours for a boss that didn't respect him.

"Yo, let me get a-"

"Milky way?" Peter guessed.

"...Yeah. Let me also get a-"

"Daily news."

"And a-"

"Post."

"And a most importantly, my-"

"Boss' second coffee, one cream, five sugars."

Miles wrinkled his nose at Ned's boss's absurd amount of sugar, and Ned began to talk to Peter about his job while he waited.

"I don't get it! I'm the number one earner! He can't keep me on the damn back burner-"

"Yes he can."

"I'm making moves, and I'm making deals, but guess what?"

"What?"

"Ya still ain't got no skills!"

"Hardee-Har," he said, sarcastically, pouring the creamer in.

"Has Michelle shown up yet?" Ned asked Miles, who was smiling.

"Shut up!" Peter said hastily.

"Hey, dude, don't be upset. You should tell her how you feel. Buy the girl a meal,on the real, or you ain't got no skills."

The doorbell dinged. This is why Peter was so anxious to be talking about Michelle. She normally came in around this time. Right now, she was looking at the ground, phone to her ear.

"Mr. Johnson, I have that security deposit. I've been saving to make a down-payment, and pay rent… no, no, I won't let you down-".

Ned whispered to him, "Here's your chance, ask her out."

"-I'll see you later, we can look at that lease," she said, before hanging up.

"Do something, make your move, don't freeze!"

"Hey," he said, buzzing with nerves.

"You owe me a bottle of cold champagne," she said, her voice soft and soothing. Despite this, her words made a heavy feeling form in his gut. It was something they'd thought about years ago, but only if-

"Are you moving?"

She shrugged, "Just a little credit check and I'm on that downtown train."

He tried to shake off the sad feeling, "Well, your coffee's on the house."

"Okay," she said with a smile, before turning to leave.

"Peter, ask her out."

"No way," Miles said.

But Michelle turned around, "I'll see you later… so…"

And with that, she left.

"Oh, smooth operator, oh damn, there she goes," Ned teased, before taking a look at Peter’s still kinda sad face, "Hey, dude. Take five, get some fresh air, a walk outside. You look exhausted, lost…"

"I kinda feel that way," he joked, but was it a joke?

Ned looked at him with sympathy, "Hey, the whole neighbourhood is struggling, and times are tight, and you're stuck to this corner like a streetlight…"

Ned looked at his watch, and rushed out of the shop, saying he was gonna be late and bidding adieu to the two guys, but Peter could say it back, his friends words bouncing around in his head.

Yeah, I'm a streetlight, choking on the heat. The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat. The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street, and everyday is different so I'm switching up the beat.

Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more, and sure, we're poor, but yo, at least we got the store. It's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destiny, and-

One day, I'll be on the beach with Miles writing checks to me.

That's what he wants to do. His parents died, along with his aunt and uncle, leaving him in the care of Abuela. He longs to go to a beach, and reconnect with his roots. A better life, one where he isn't stuck serving coffee's.

It gets more expensive every day, in their little corner of the world. 

Turn up the stage lights, we're taking a flight to a couple of days of what it's like-

In Washington Heights.

[femmescooter]

Richie has known she was absolutely fucked since grade school.

See, the thing about Rochelle Tozier is that, to the absolute surprise of parents, teachers and various authority figures throughout the years, is that she’s a very goal oriented person. It just happens to turn out that her goals don’t quite match what literally anyone around her would like her to do.

Over the years, her goals have shifted from learning yo-yo tricks (Bev will forever be better than her anyways) to perfecting her Voices (her mother was temporarily relieved at the switch to a less physically destructive hobby) to getting the hell out of Derry, Maine (pop. who the fuck cares) as fast and as soon as possible.

The reason she has known she’s absolutely fucked, however, is that Richie is all too aware of how many of these goals have revolved around one unfortunate victim.

Edith Kapsbrack has been her best friend since she met her on the playground in first grade. To be completely honest, Bev is more of her best friend, and to be even more honest, she’s known Shoshanna since before she could talk (blissful years, Shanna would say if she could somehow read her mind from across town which Richie really really hopes she can’t) because they were babies together back when Richie’s mom used to go to temple so that’s an unfair advantage but-

What she and Eddie have is special.

Maybe a little too special.

Back when she was trying to show off with her neon purple yo-yo, it was Eddie she used to corner at recess, and not just because Shanna would roll her eyes at anything cool. Ditto for her Voices, which were used to serenade Eddie with the best pick-up lines she could half-remember from her mother’s magazines until Eddie’s face got all red and she would snap and try to tackle her.

And it was such a delight, getting this prissy little thing to finally break through her ideas of ‘proper behaviour for young girls’ that Richie was able to go years without realising that, all along, what her main goal was for Eddie to turn those big brown doe eyes over and pay attention to her.

That was fine. Eddie was the best to get riled up, so that was easy to deal with.

The tackling, however, had started to pose a problem.

Richie didn’t know when having Eddie trying to shove her face into the ground had stopped giving her a sense of accomplishment and mild panic that this was the day she had finally pushed her too far and instead made her whole body feel warm and tingly wherever her meticulously clean hands had been.

She also wasn’t sure when she had started staring at her pink, tinted-chapstick stained lips.

She knew they would taste like cherry. Deep, deep in the recesses of her secret drawer was a filched tube of moisturizing cherry chapstick.

And Richie hated herself for it.

Eddie was the cutest goddamn thing she had ever seen, especially since she had started sneaking into more practical clothes than the calf-length skirts and buttoned cardigans her mom insisted on buying for her. The first time she had seen Eddie in her red shorts, her long hair tucked up in a baseball cap instead of her customary ponytails and grinning like she won the lottery, Richie had nearly kissed her.

Since that close call, Richie had tried to put some space in between her and Eddie, physically, but Eddie didn’t seem to get the message. She simply refused any distance, clambering back into her protective bubble (and the hammock in particular) with a vengeance.

And Richie was way too weak to push her away with any real heat.

So that’s why Richie was fucked. Because she was a disgusting human being for letting her best friend that close when she would never know what was actually running through Richie’s head.

But it was that very last goal, to walk the hell out of this town and get to a real city, which was posing a problem. Because there were two fiercely opposing truths in Richie’s brain when she thought about her future.

Eddie could never be infected with whatever sick shit made Richie this way. She knew what happened to girls like her, especially in a town like this. And Eddie didn’t deserve to know any of the longing that twisted up in Richie’s chest. But every time she thought about her future, about a tiny apartment in a big city, making people laugh for money and maybe a cat or two, Richie couldn’t manage to picture the rest of her life without her.

[uptownbabyfanfic]

Prologue.

*Flashbacks*

Chevaugn

*2 Years Earlier*

    “Fuck,” I mumbled shaking my head as I watched the ball bounced off the rim for like the tenth time in a row. 

“Aight pause,” my pops called out after catching the ball. “Come talk to me Chevy,” he motioned for me to come over where he took his seat. 

“Wussup pop?” I asked, grabbing my water I sat next to him watching as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“You tell me, you’re missing shots you can make in your sleep which is crazy to me,” he paused, clearly frustrated. “With tryouts right around the corner how you gon make JV playing like this?” He asked

“Chill dad, it's just a few missed shots, let's run it again,” I stated trying to get him to get off this topic. 

“Hell no, and it’s not even about the missed shots, you've been off the whole time we've been out here & we’re running basic ass drills. What’s on ya mind boy?” he questioned looking over at me. 

“Nothing. Why something gotta be on my mind? I’m fine pop,”  I said lying through my teeth. 

“I’d believe that if you weren’t my son, but you are and as ya pops you should already know I know for a fact when something is bothering you,” he paused making us laugh a bit. 

“We ain’t getting back to this till you clear ya mind so talk,” he said I sighed, shaking my head. Something is in fact heavy on my mind but I don’t exactly know how to express it to my pops especially since this is a problem we thought was finally over.

“It’s mom,” I paused looking over at him “What about ya mother?” he asked curious

“She’s using again and she thinks I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head.

“You know this for a fact?” he asked me, I nodded he breathed out shaking his head. 

“You have any idea where she's getting it from?” he asked me

“Yea. Dre,” I answered referring to my moms boyfriend, which is the main reason I ain’t wanna mention this to my pops in the first place. My parents aren’t together and even with the way they ended things, my pops always managed to keep things on a respectful level or at least tried to. 

“Dre?” he questioned, shaking his head I nodded. “I thought they broke up,” 

“So did I, but they’ve been back together for awhile. I just didn’t want to tell you to avoid any drama between y’all,” I said making him laugh a bit. My pops and Dre have known each other since they were kids but as they got older things changed. Dre made an enemy out of my pops and made things worse when he got with my mom. He caused problems he shouldn’t have been able to, the main one being the custody battle my parents went through a few years back. He’s the reason why I can only see my pops every other weekend.

“You don’t have to worry about that, you could have told me,” he said I waved him off. 

“I do though pops, I may be young but I understand a lot for my age and everything we go through when he’s in the picture is too much,” I paused, shaking my head.

“I hate it when he’s around and I don’t understand why or how the judge granted mom full custody because living with them ain’t fun,” I stressed 

“Is something else going on you tryna protect me from? Cause if that’s the case you need to tell me,” he said h

“No. It’s just the simple fact that he ain’t my pops and serves no purpose in my life, I just rather live here,” I expressed he sighed

“I've been trying like hell to get full custody with everything that has happened over the years, but you know with my record & the shit your mom be pulling it’s hard as hell,” he sighed

“I just need you to know despite what the judge say I’m not gon turn you away if you wanna come here, you my son so I could give a fuck what anybody gotta say,” he said pulling me in Ismiled shaking my head. 

“I know that pop but honestly I just don’t want you in any more trouble with the law. I don’t know how this will work if you ain’t here,” I said he nodded. 

“I appreciate that son but ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do for you, besides I’m here for good. You ain’t losing me, I can promise you that” 

“Thanks pop, & I just might take you up on that offer too,” I said standing to my feet grabbing the ball from him. 

“You got keys right,” he said, making us laugh. “Can we get back to work now,” he smirked and I nodded, bouncing the ball. 

“Let’s go and watch how I lock you up,” I joked setting myself up on the court

“You can’t lock me up boy, I taught you everything you know,” he said waving me off.

“Lamar the cops out front,” my aunt yelled running in the yard.

Dropping the ball I watched as a bunch of police officers swarmed the backyard and approached my pops. It was like something out of a movie, I’ve never seen them grab somebody up so fast in my life. I tried to follow after them to get answers but my aunt pulled me back. 

“Stay with ya aunt Chevy, I’ll be home sooner than you think,” my dad called out from the back of the car but little did me and my pops know he wouldn’t be coming home no time soon.

Lanay

    Placing the phone up and away from my face I waited patiently for him to appear on the screen. After the many failed attempts for my mom I thought I’d try cause only lord knows if I come in the house with food for everybody but him all hell will break loose so for his own good he better answer cause I won’t be ringing his phone off like my mom. 

“Wussup Lala?” he answered looking at me through the phone 

“Oh wow look who finally decided to answer the phone,” I joked, shaking my head. 

“Nah I was doing something, I tried to call mommy back but she ain’t answer, she home?” he asked 

“Not yet she should be home soon though,” I informed him he nodded

“Wussup though you good?” he asked I nodded. 

“I’m going to buy food from Ms. Cherry’s what you want?” I asked him as I placed my sneakers on.

“What I usually get, but get rice and peas instead of macaroni and see if they have fried dumpling get like 2 or 3,” 

“You asking for a lot,” I said shaking my head as I walked out of my apartment

“Just buy it big head. I'll give mommy back her money,” he said but I shook my head. 

“Nah this is my money, so Ima need that back plus interest,” I smiled he laughed waving me off. 

“Whatever. Yo La that tiger & puma head mix you drew was so fire, that might be the piece I get tatted for my 18th birthday,” he said making me smile big. 

“Word? Okay that was the draft Ima draw it better for you,” I said he nodded

“Cool and put ya signature on it too, like at the bottom or something,” 

“I got you, but you know mommy gon be mad when you finally do this,” I said as we laughed

“She’ll be fine, Ima get her face tatted so she can’t be mad,” he said I waved him off. 

“I need my face too, that should be the first one honestly,” 

“Here you go,” he said shaking his head as his boys started making noise in the background. 

“Tell mommy I’ll be home in like an hour or two, keep my food warm Autumn,” he snorted, making me roll my eyes. He knows I hate when people call me that. 

“Whatever, bye lil Lucky,” I laughed quickly hanging up before he could respond. 

“Why you laughing?” my best friend Jordy questioned as I walked out the building. 

“Lucky,” I replied, placing my phone in my pocket as we walked to the Jamaican restaurant. 

“You were talking to my man, where is he?” my other best friend Sky questioned eagerly. Since the girl was old enough to fully understand and grasp the looks of boys she’s been crushing on my brother and as we get older and closer in age I need to keep it at just a crush. I love my girls I do, but my brother is off limits and it's for their sake honestly.  

“Bye Skylar, my brother don’t want you,” I said, waving her off. 

“You don't know that Lala, freshman year will soon start and we gon be seeing each other everyday,” she squealed, causing us all to laugh.

“Yea you and every other girl in school checking for his ass,” my other best friend Krissy chimed in I nodded. 

“Exactly,” I said as we approached the restaurant. 

“Whatever, when we get married I don’t wanna see any of y’all at the ceremony hating asses,” she waved us off as we burst out laughing and proceeded to order our food.

____

“Yea but Lala I’m serious, let me know if you want me to do ya hair for the first day of school,” Sky said as we walked in my apartment. 

“I got you, cause mommy talking about wash n’ set but it’s honestly too hot for all that,” I said as we laughed a bit. 

“Lucky what’s the problem now?” I heard my mom ask as we walked in the kitchen. 

“In the bookings for what? What did you do?” she asked in a slight panic which had me worried. I just got off the phone with my brother so what could he have possibly gotten himself into 20 minutes after hanging up. 

“Ma what’s wrong?” I asked her but she just placed her finger up at me. This isn’t my brothers first go spending time in the bookings and it’s usually never anything serious. It’ll be for something minor like the cops shutting a party down, or just acting a fool with his bros but this time around with the look my mother has plastered over her face it seems like something more. 

“Just explain it to me when I get there, I’m on my way now. I’ll be back Lala,” she said grabbing her keys I nodded watching her leave. 

“La,” Krissy called out. 

“Yea,” I answered, facing her. 

“I don’t know if this has anything to do with Lucky but Tati just posted that her brother got locked up. She said the cops bust in her crib and it went left from there,” she said referring to a friend of ours from school who’s brother runs in the same circle as Lucky. 

“I highly doubt it,” I said, shaking my head. I don’t want to believe my brother is a part of that because as I said before him being locked up can mean anything. 

“Ima just wait for Ma to call and tell me what’s up, besides I already know they gon come home,” I said, but little did I know that phone call would be the last time I see my brother for a very long time.

[girloikawa]

carry on youtuber au

baz starts out as a cover artist, occasionally posting his own songs (he does violin stuff too)

but eventually he gets recognition and people are like “who is this person?????” so baz does a few q&as

oh BUT THEN he reveals that he also has so many other interests (books, movies, planting, coffee, Controversal Topics) that people want him to do other types of videos

and that is what starts baz on the long road of his channel basically being an everything bagel where he does a bit of everything and people find it very chill

agatha and baz become friends over their mutual love of gossip in the community (as long as they’re not apart of it)

(because baz and agatha and simon and penny aren’t problematic)

which brings me to agatha, she’s one of those channels that keep everyone updated on the drama and the shitty stuff that happens on YouTube as long as regular media

very opinionated, this gal is, so she shares her opinion on...everything

though, sometimes she’ll do a q&a and do her makeup and talk about fashion or what she’s into at the moment

she’s basically angelika oles

penny’s a booktuber!!!

she mostly reads and reviews fantasy books, as they are her favorite, but she’ll also do those videos where it’s like “i just read a shitty wattpad romance story, let me rant” or “my top ten favorite ya pairings” or “tier ranking every harry potter character because life has no meaning”

now, simon, the babe, he’s (and you cannot fight me on this) basically jenna marbles

his videos are so random and spurratic, he doesn’t even plan what his next video is, and he’s the youtuber

i would also like to point out that simon probably totally has adhd and would talk about it and his experience with it

his most popular videos are of him baking. he’s like (and hear me out) very good and very bad at it. like, all throughout the videos, everybody’s holding their breath’s like “oh no this is going to turn out terribly” because simon being in the kitchen is like a horse babysitting a dog, it’s a mess, however the end product is always perfect and amazing and by the end everybody’s drooling behind their screens

simon is also widely conceived as the weirdest straight guy ever. like people (from just looking at him) think he’s just So Striaght but a very Cool Straight Guy who people wouldn’t actually mind being around

simon has the most subscribers (the majority being that they find him funny and see him as a friend, the minority being people who think he’s Hot As Hell and okay yeah he’s a good person too but have you seen those freckles-)

then it’s baz because he actually started first and his following has been a journey, then agatha (she’s the newest, and her subscriber rate is growing rapidly), then penny (booktube is a small community sad face)

penny n simon are irl best friends and penny was the one who convinced simon to make a channel bc he needed something to help let out his energy, “plus it’s a little fun hobby”

snowbaz now :)

simon has followed baz from pretty much the beginning. he saw his cringy covers, his development as a songwriter, and the walls built around baz crumble over the camera

baz...well, he’s one of those people who think simon is Hot As Hell, but he also genuinely enjoys the videos. at first, baz was like “I’m not watching him, everybody watches him, and I’m different” so he always avoided the recommendations youtube gave him of simon’s videos (but it was also bc he didn’t want to confront that he was very attracted to simon)

and then, one fateful night, agatha sent baz a link to a video called “coming out” and under the link she wrote “youtube angel!”—that’s their nickname for simon—“shocking the world!”

baz click click clicked because hot guy is lgbt+????? and baz watched the video, commenting “proud of you” or something along those lines, and then he watched so, so many more of simon’s videos

simon, a boy who just came out as bisexual, just had his youtube hero comment on his video where he came out and is like !!!!!!

simon’s sexual awakening is baz

also, simon breaks the internet with that video, because he isn’t striaght and that’s so mind-boggling to everybody. but there’s always that one group of people who are like “i saw this coming. do you not remember that one time simon showed his socks and his jeans were cuffed-”

simon replies to baz’s comment and is like “oh my god thank you so much. you’re like my actual favorite youtuber” like a fucking Nut and people see that and say “omg collab” because they’re both relatively high status youtubers and their collab would be Powerful

then, summoning all his courage, simon dms baz on instagram with just a simple “hey, a lot of people are saying we should collab lmao”

“i’ve seen that” “heh uhm yeah” “maybe we could get to know each other and see if that would be a good idea” “yes! i’d love that”

and they do. they get really close and stuff,, but people don’t exactly...see that

you see, on twitter, they get in millions of arguments. people genuinely think that they hate each other to some extent, when in reality, they’re swooning at the sight of the three dot bubble

baz, on twitter: “you cannot tell me that people actually enjoy sparkling water. it’s trash, move on” (they had an argument over it, privately, and baz is making it public to cause a rise out of simon bc he finds angry simon cute)

simon, in response: “yo I’m throwing you in the trash as we speak. fuhhhck u”

so, when they collab for the first time, everybody at home is just like *shocked pikachu emoji* they end up doing a video where simon bakes baz’s mom’s recipe of cherry scones with baz. it’s kind of a big deal bc both simon and baz don’t want to ruin baz’s memory of his mother

in the end, baz tears up and gives si a big ass hug because they’re perfect, simon. i love them, thank you. the fans start shipping. hard. it’s simon’s highest viewed video

that surprise hug is also what makes simon realize that his feelings are much deeper than attraction and surface level forms of knowing someone

on baz’s channel, they were going to film a video where they talked about their experiences being queer, but then simon realized that his biggest, most prominent example was staring at baz’s jawline, so he had to be like “uhhh, actually, I’m not really comfortable with that yet” which is part true. instead, they do a video where they have argumentative discussions, like on twitter but in depth and with less insults

anyways, they receive pretty positive feedback on the videos, people enjoy them, so they decide to do more. also, they both live in LA, so it’s actually pretty easy to do them, plus they have a diverse area to do them in

also, i think it’d be nice to mention that simon will sometimes do twitch streams of him playing minecraft and then he puts edited versions on his channel. it’s worth mentioning because during this one stream, he ends up slipping up and saying “we talk a lot, actually. and i—i like him a lot” about baz, then he blushes like hell because i really just said that and it’s live oh god

all the while, baz and simon actually just start hanging out (without hiding behind wanting to do a video). one meet-up, they go to disney world and halfway through baz is like “uh, should we be filming this?” and simon gives him a smile and replies, “no” because that moment is for them and them only + the fans who see them together and ask for a picture/just take pictures of them being like a couple

their next collab is a bit of a fun one. behind the scenes, pen, ag, si, and baz all become friends, because of that one time baz came over while penny was there and he barely payed attention to simon, too busy talking to penny. anyways, they do a big four person collab where agatha basically teaches them how to do makeup

on penny’s channel, it’s book related. they have to do a look based on the synopsis’ of each other’s favorite books. baz gets simon, simon gets agatha, agatha gets penny, penny gets baz. baz: “snow, you’re holding it wrong. it’s like this” simon: *stares longingly at the brush that gets to touch baz’s face*

on agatha’s, the video is just titled Teaching My Friends To Do Makeup (ft. idiots who test my patience). they all suck. majorly. well, by all, i mean simon and penny suck at makeup

on baz’s, they do a trivia of sorts. if they get a question wrong, they have to skip a product. simon: “oh thank god less work” agatha, deadpanning: “i think i might kill him”

on simon’s, they have agatha and penny go against simon and agatha. si and pen being the ones who have to actually do makeup because, according to agatha, “since you decided to bitch so much, you guys are doing our makeup” “but-!” “nope, I’m Peak Brains of us all so I call the shots” “you’re not even-” “shut up” Everybody (and by everybody i mean the fans) is actually glad that they got to see simon doing baz’s makeup, because it’s literally them just being so flustered the whole time

the collab stuns everybody bc: “they’re all friends??????” plus, some people start calling them the Four Fucks because at one point penny says “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and most importantly, fuck me” after simon flinged a bunch of eyeshadow on her

okay so agatha and penny are just like: “these idiots need to get together already” because it’s very obvious that they like each other. like the eiffel tower in paris, you can’t miss it. everyone watching the videos also sees it, so you can imagine the comments

during one of si’s live-streams (he’s playing the hunger games minigame on minecraft), the chat goes wild because baz pops in. he plans on surprising simon with a picnic (he just thought that they could go into simon’s backyard or the park that’s a few miles away), but it was pretty spur of the moment so he didn’t think about simon doing a stream. and to be honest, simon’s stream was also spur of the moment, so it’s not like he made sure to tell baz about it

“simon! hey, i let myself in!” baz called from the front doorway. the chat is freaking because: “is that baz???” “omg baz has a key to simon’s house!!” “are they dating???” simon kind of just freezes up and starts sputtering as he reads the chat and tries to reply to baz

of course, baz doesn’t understand that simon doesn’t want baz to go into his office/room with his computer, so he does go in and as soon as he sees the livestream he’s like: “oh, uh, I’ll go” and simon unfreezes and goes “no, no, stay, I’ll just be a bit” “do you want me to...leave the room?” “you can watch if you want” (baz wants) “okay, sure” so simon pretty much shows baz how to play minecraft

i never finished this, do i?

[demigodavenger]

Random Tag!

Thanks @philautiathegreat :3 I feel so happy yo be tagged

Do you make your bed? 99% of the time. My mom freaks out about it and even when I moved to college the habit stayed. Unless I am on a really low day.

What’s your favorite number? 2

What is your job? Aeronautics student and local Fangir

lf you could go back to school, would you? I need to go back okay, zoom university sucks ! I miss the work shops and labs.

Can you parallel park? Yes, but it stresses me too much

A job you had that would surprise people? No jobs for me, full time student.

Do you think aliens are real? This is a real vast universe, I really hope they are out there.

Can you drive a manual car? In theory, but I hate it

What’s your guilty pleasure? I... Do enjoy dancing to reggeton okay. Most songs suck and the lyrics are... Plain wrong, but what else would one dance at a club?

Tattoos? no, I love the aesthetic but I am terrified of needles, so I pass

Favorite color? So many! But top three are deep purple, soft blue and cherry blossom pink.

Favorite type of music? Pop and many variations of it, leaning to indie and rockish

Do you like puzzles? Total puzzle nerd. Me and my bros finished a 3000 jigsaw puzzle in the first weeks of quarantine.

Phobias? Absolutely cannot stand slugs, snails and any kind of larvae

Favorite childhood sport? I was not an athletic child!

Do you talk to yourself? 18/7 cause the rest of the time I'm asleep

What movie do you adore? I am always re-watching pride and prejudice 2005

Coffee or tea? both, but my daily is coffee

First thing you wanted to be growing up? So many things! A doctor like my parents, opera singer, actress, archeologist (specifically in Egypt) and baker.

I Tag @highwarlockofinnsbruck @danielle-blue @silenabeaurgard @agentalexrider and @fakewitchcraft

[bltknight]

Pass it on Game

Tagged by @solusrequiem​ (Haha, yo, it’s been a while, glad to see you’re doin’ well)

Name: Bk (Internet alias, at least~)

Zodiac: Cancer

Favorite musicians or bands: Hmmm, well, I’ll say that I like alternative, pop punk, and other things similar.

Favorite sports team: Mmmm, I like it when my state’s team wins things? Otherwise, not really a favorite one.

Other blogs: I have a couple, but haven’t updated them in a while, so no reason to link ‘em here, pfff.

Do I get asks: Used to, but most everyone migrated away from here, so haven’t gotten any in a while.

How many blogs do I follow: 98. And I think most of these are inactive now.

What I’m wearing: My Monster Hunter meat shirt and some plaid pajama pants. Glasses, too, I suppose.

Dream vacation: Oh, I’m chill with a vacation just away from... Doing stuff, I wanna chill with my friends, that’s all. But if it’s not a vacation and it’s an adventure, that’s a whole different thing.

Dream car: Hhhh, there are a couple, but...

Favorite food: Oh, I do so love the lumpia my mom makes. And, oh, I like barbecue anything.

Drink of choice: Lemonade...! Strawberry lemonade, cherry lemonade, oh, lemonade, I absolutely love it.

Languages: English, I understand a lot of tagalog, but don’t speak it fluently enough.

Celebrity crush: I... Don’t really care for celebrities...

Random fact: Hmhmhmmm... I, uhm, have all the current Animal Crossing amiibo cards, not including the promotional ones? I really like cards and stuff, but trading card games are expensive, but these were too good to pass up. I feel like that’s a good random fact.

I probably won’t tag anyone, though, but if you want to do it, go for it, pfff.