#snoopy is doing his homework.. are you?!

[stopthatfool]

more snoopy and top gun pls pls pls

snoopy x top gun part 3! anything for you. anything for you. anything for you. loml. top gun x snoopy with that one icemav pic that i adore and think about daily.

snoopy joined the US military NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[biibini]

Hiii! I love your hcs! Can I request a scenario of going on a date to an arcade with Mizu? (and possibly winning her a Snoopy plushie??)

fluff modern!mizu x reader at an arcade date (request)

tags: fluff, arcade date, modern!mizu, reader & mizu are already dating, date nights, snoopy reference, sweet kisses, author loves love, author wishes that was her with mizu

a/n: thank YOU for reading my hcs! that one mizu & snoopy post is so adorable i just want my girl to be happy :,) also i’m starting school AGAIN i can never catch a break w this damned quarter system

modern!mizu & u are already dating in this scenario

but every other week would be a date night

it didn’t matter if it was a simple or extravagant date

it was always a designated time to catch up, spend quality time together, and experience new things

even with the busyness of college and classes and homework, it was still a night to look forward to

this upcoming friday was a night at the arcade

u had been there with friends before but it had been a couple months since ur last visit

it was also mizu’s first time going to the arcade w u as a date

u had already talked ab the games u wanted to try together such as the mario kart, a few shooting games, airhockey

modern!mizu would def let her competitive side come out with some games

she already gets competitive with taigen when it comes to sports

she totally doesnt rock his shit in basketball

if she’s against you, she’ll go easy on you

doesn’t mean she won’t back down from a fight

You and Mizu were hand in hand, checking out the games available at the arcade. Going down one of the aisles, you found yourselves at the some of the newer arcade games. Skimming at some of them, you hear a familiar sound.

Hadoken!

It was soon followed with a grunt and fighting groans. You turn back to find a Super Street Fighter game, patiently waiting to be played. Your eyes widen as they found the perfect challenge.

You playfully tugged at Mizu’s hand, pointing at the retro machine.

“I bet I can beat you at the Street Fighter.” you said, lightly jabbing at her competitive spirit. You knew she would put her all in it. However, you wondered of its limit.

Mizu glanced at you, and then looked back to spot the machine. Her eyes ignited, seeing the challenge put right in front of her by her

“You in?” you say, defying her in a playful tone.

“You bet.”

so um

turns out that was the WORSE POSSIBLE GAME YOU COULD CHALLENGE MIZU TO

u played a little bit with friends and family but mizu was on another level

how exactly did mizu beat ur ass for 5 rounds straight???

old man eiji.

he was a retro arcade go-er during his prime

even had the game console to continue his practice at home

if he wasn’t welding or fixing up someone’s bike, he was definitely spending his time grinding on the game

so modern!mizu end up playing games with him bc he got sick and tired of the computer bots

Player 2 Wins blinks again on the screen while her character, Ryu, celebrates another round of victory. You slowly turn to face Mizu to find a grin forming on her face.

“Wanna go again, baby?”, she taunts, hugging your hips closer to her.

You blankly stare into her eyes, your orbs empty from defeat. Mizu already knew your answer.

“Let’s find one we can both do.”, she said as she gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, beginning your hunt for the next game to win together.

modern!mizu would def try to win u a prize

actually no not one

all of them. yes she will try.

do not let her in a round1

iykyk

that is plushie heaven and credit/debit hell

her poor card will be spent trying to win u a prize

she wouldn’t outright announce her achievements

but she would attempt to sneak away from u, hoping to get lucky and win a plushie or two

u loved and appreciated the sweet thought

but

there was no room on the bed, the bookshelves, the desk, the couch

mizu even brought a couple plushies back home but her old man started to complain about mizu and u coming by just to drop off plushies and not see him

(he likes the plushies but bro is alone with his craft and misses his girl sometimes)

if u eyed any specific prize, modern!mizu would stop for nothing to earn it for u

at the arcade, u eyed a snoopy plushie, stuck in a claw game (for a little too long) and pouted at how cute it was

like cmon it was rlly cute

he had a puffer and a lil hat

mizu immediately saw ur reaction and locked in

Mizu’s arm slides off your shoulder. You look back, hoping to find the missing arm. No arm, no Mizu.

Instead, you find her striding over to the claw machine you just stared at with a goal in mind. Snoopy was coming with you, one way or another. The thought of Snoopy being in your arms was nice, but there was no way she was going to get it.

First off, your bedroom was already filled with plushies. Peace and love to all of them. They were practically your babies. However, every flat surface or shelf had a plushie. Every. Single. Surface.

The bed was crowded as well. No way there would be space for another plushie. There was also no way that she would go back home to drop off more plushies. Eiji was at his limit with the amount she dropped off during the last time.

Secondly, she had already spent so much money trying to get twinning plushies for the both of you. Her poor credit card was taking hit after hit after hit. Mizu drastically failed after every attempt and you had to basically pull her away from the machine after her 11th time.

Third of all, the both of you were getting ready to leave the arcade for dinner. After getting demolished by Mizu 5 rounds in a row at Super Street Fighter, you didn't have much energy in you to play more games.

But once Mizu gets set on something, it's hard to pull her away from it. It was already difficult separating her from her failed claw games earlier. You just decided to accept the outcomes of this claw machine this time around.

On the other hand, Mizu was in the zone. She studied the position of the plushie, focusing on how far back Snoopy sat. She slid the arcade card, starting her future attempts to retrieve the plushie. She bit the inside of her cheek as her hand carefully held the joystick. The machine jingled, starting its countdown.

0:30

Mizu took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Focus Mizu.

0:29

You can get this for Y/N.

0:28

Mizu opens her eyes, pushing the joystick to the right in hopes of aligning the claw with Snoopy. She then pushes the joystick forward, nudging it as it gains proximity to the dog plushie.

0:23

The claw seemed right above Snoopy. Although it made you satisfied, Mizu couldn't agree. Something felt off.

0:21

She nudged the joystick to the left once.

0:20

Still unsatisfied, she pushed the claw back. Her eyes squinted, hoping to gain a clearer view of the claw and its alignment.

0:18

She continues to stare at the placement, studying it. Almost watching it like prey.

You watch from behind as you hear the faint sounds of laughing and other arcade games being played go off. In front of you is complete silence and concentration.

0:10

Mizu nudges the joystick forward.

0:09

She gets closer to the game. At this point, her face is practically smudging her view.

0:07

She nudges the joystick to the right once again. She sees the claw fully aligned with the plushie.

0:06

Should I press the button?

0:05

Mizu's eyes glance up and down, hoping to draw the line between the claw and your future prize.

0:04

You watch as her right hand is sitting on top of the collect button. Her fingers are so close to pushing it, practically edging the top of the button. They're ready to take the chance yet her hands refuse to commit.

0:02

"Drop it, Mizu."

0:01

She nudges the joystick one more time, bringing it slightly forward.

0:00

You come up next to her, watching the claw machine slowly descend down to the gigantic pile of plushies, a mix of Snoopy merchandise. Yet only one got your heart.

The claw extends, closing in on the plushie you stared at earlier. Its thin, metal arms wrap around Snoopy's head. It tightened its grip, securing Snoopy in the arm.

You watch the plushie slowly ascend. The both of you carefully watch the claw bring the prize. As the claw continued its journey to the drop-off corner, it slightly swung back and forth. You grab Mizu's right hand, holding it in anticipation and fear. She squeezes it once.

You look up to meet her gaze only to find a reassuring smile. You mirror her, giving her one back. You hear a small thud below. Mizu bends down to find your beloved Snoopy, handing him to you.

Your eyes widen. Snoopy was much cuter up close, especially with his little hat and baby blue puffer jacket. Looking up, you spot a proud Mizu. You simply get closer to her and give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, baby."

"Of course," she answers. "Anything for you, my dear."

She backs away and extends her hand out: an invitation to lunch.

You smile, accepting the invitation. With intertwined hands, you leave the arcade with another plushie in hand.

[ughgoaway]

snowed in // day 9

content warnings; bad writing, mentions of weed, swearing and intense yearning lol

a/n; we're just gonna pretend that days 7 & 8 are posted already and move onto day 9 lol. reallllly not sure how i feel about this one... i think i like the idea but not my writing... idk. anyway, shut up ace, here it is!

word count; 2.3k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Okay okay… paperwork? Yes. homework from last week? Yup. next week's lesson plan…” you mumble to yourself as you gather the papers from your desk in an attempt to be prepared for the few days at home you were sure to come.

You heard rapid knocking at your classroom door and nearly jumped out of your skin at the noise. Who was here? The headmaster had sent out an email cancelling school today, so you assumed it would just be you.

You swung open the door and were met with two hunched-over figures buried in layers upon layers of coats, but you would have recognised the curls sticking out from the hat anywhere.

“Annie? Matty? What are you doing here?” You usher them in and quickly shut the door behind them. Snow fell off their shivering bodies as they shuffled in. 

Annie looked up at her dad with a scrunched face. Matty's voice wavered as he said, “School?” with a tilt of his head.

“The headmaster sent out an email. It was cancelled today. Didn't you get it?” you say bending down and wrapping Annie up in a hug as she shivers in her spot. Your hands rub up and down her covered arms to try and warm her as you look up at Matty with soft eyes. 

“What!” he said incredulously, furiously pulling his phone out of his pocket. Matty took off his hat and shook the remaining snowflakes from his curls as he checked his emails with wide eyes. 

“Fuck.” Matty sighs and drops his arm to his side, throwing his chin up to the air and taking a deep breath. 

“Daddy! You're not allowed to swear at school!” Annie scolded her dad and moved from beneath your arms to look up at him, her hands on her hips. 

You saw Matty fight a smile before apologising to his daughter, “You're right, munchkin, im sorry.” he pulled her into his side and gave her a quick squeeze. 

Matty cleared his throat and stood up fully. He looked you over properly for the first time and couldn't help but feel his heart warm at your outfit.

You, on the other hand, were mortified. 

You were not in your usual professional clothes, instead opting for an oversized snoopy Christmas jumper that looked as if it was from 1985 and some black leggings. Along with a pair of trainers that had your fluffy socks sticking out the top of them. A red flush was on your nose and cheeks from the cold, or the embarrassment. You weren't really sure. 

After dragging his eyes away from you, Matty looked down at Annie, who was clearly stifling a yawn. Her blinks were heavy, and Matty could tell she was fighting sleep. 

“Okay then, I guess we should get home, sweetheart. we can have some hot chocolate and go back to bed, hmm? How does that sound?” Matty squeezed his daughter's hand as he grabbed it. 

A sleepy nod is all he got in response, Annie rubbed at her eyes before giving you a small wave and walking away with Matty. 

The soft Christmas music playing in the background was interrupted by a loud click, the noise of the radio made the three of you spin your heads around confused.

“Emergency weather report; extreme snowfall is expected within the next hour and all roads in the area are closed until further notice. Please stay where you are until further instruction. Thank you.”

The low hum of Christmas music began again after the warning, Matty began pulling his gloves off and bending to unzip Annie's coat. “well I guess we're staying here for a little bit then, aren't we?” he smiled up at you, almost as if he's asking your permission

A nervous nod was all he needed to start looking for a place for Annie to lay down.

//////

20 minutes and 2 attempted beds later, Annie was sprawled over both your laps as you sat on the floor. 

Matty had tried rolling up his coat as a pillow and letting her rest on the carpet, but the only time she began to drift off was when she was sitting in his lap. Matty shyly asked you if she could lay across the two of you, and you giggled in the way Matty loves and nodded. 

So here you were, Annie snoring across the two of you with her dad's coat draped over her as a slightly awkward silence filled the air. An odd wave of confidence rushed over you, and you decided to try and make conversation with Matty. 

After all, it had been a whole 5 minutes since you heard his voice, so you were pining for it.

“What was your first Christmas with Annie like? She can't have been very old?” you ask quietly, watching Matty as he stared down at his sleeping daughter, smoothing her curls with his hand. 

A sincere smile makes its way across his face before Matty speaks, “No she was only a couple of months old, but it's still my favourite Christmas ever. I was fucking drowning as a new dad. It was just me and her that year too, I was way too scared to load her into the car and drive her up to Manchester." Matty shook his head wistfully at the memory.

"I was at that point in new parenthood where you think everything will hurt them. I think I'd baby-proofed every corner of my house, and if you knew what my house looked like; you'd understand how mammoth of a task that is” Matty lightly laughs to himself thinking back to how extreme he was those first few months.

You think to yourself that you want to know what his house looks like. You want to see all the pretentious art he has hanging and the piles of books you've never heard of. You especially want to see it this time of year. See how he decorates. You don't think he is a perfectionist. You can see him and the boys haphazardly decorating the tree with Annie. Holding her up to place the star on and cheering as she does. Taking group pictures with the tree and all saying “cheese!”

Briefly, you envision what it would be like if you were there. Would he take some of the art down and put photos of the three of you? Would he make room in his wardrobe for your crazy jumper collection? Would the shelves currently full of awards be filled with your knicknacks and candles? You imagine him making a special space on his bookcase for the copy of The Little Prince he got you. 

The book sat in the air between you, neither of you has addressed but both know you want to. 

You yearn to explore his space and see how his brain works. You envision Christmas morning waking up in his arms. Perhaps he’d wake you up softly and slowly, pressing lingering kisses to your neck until you stir. Or maybe Annie would come bounding into your room and leap onto the bed, shocking you both awake. 

You like to think you’d go downstairs and make hot chocolates for you all, Matty would kiss you as you made the drinks, and Annie would be trying to drag him away to the tree. The gift you’d get him would be perfect. You don't know what it would be, but you know just how he would react. If you close your eyes, you can envision the soft smile on his face and the adoration in his eyes. You can almost feel his arms wrapping you in a hug and thanking you.

Soon Matty’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he recounts his first Christmas with Annie, “she hated the cold when she was really small, so she always looked like a ball of blankets. all you could see was her pink nose stcking out." matty remembers annie sobbing anytime she felt a cold breeze, so he did the only rational thing he could think of whilst painfully sleep deprived - wrap her in 20 layers to keep her happy.

"The day started nice, and all of Annie's uncles and aunts dropped by. George got her a mini drum kit that she wouldn't be able to use for ages, but he would have bought her a real drum kit if I'd let him. Hann, being the only parent, got me an actually good present, a killer baby monitor.” You laugh at Matty's clear enthusiasm with the baby monitor, and he looks at you with his jaw dropped and a smile on his lips.

“Hey! That's a great present, okay? The year before he’d got me some really good weed, so it was a bit of a jump, but I loved it. Ross got her some really cute 75 baby grows, I had no idea there were so many, but he had got her all the old merch made into little onesies.” Matty starts to feel his eyes fogging up at the memory.

He couldn't connect the girl on his lap now with that baby. It felt like no time had passed, but here she was, a proper little person. 

He continued to speak with a wet voice, the emotions clear in each word he said, “But they all had their own things to do so soon enough it was just us. We just laid on the sofa together. She was on my chest and looked up at me with wide eyes and smiled. For the first time ever. All I could see was the reflection of the fairy lights in her eyes and the massive grin on her face. I smiled back and obviously cried. Every time my smile got bigger, hers did too. That was the first time i knew I could do it. I knew she was always going to be the most important thing in my life. I had kind of known that since she was born, but that's when it really hit me.” Your hand slid over Matty’s, he gave your hand a quick squeeze in appreciation and looked into your eyes. You simply nodded at him. 

“That sounds perfect” you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly. Subconsciously, Matty mirrored your actions. He felt an innate understanding of the way you moved and didn't think before following your every motion.

“It was” he said, resting his head on the wall behind him, and just like Matty had done to you moments before; you copied him.

Silence again washed over the two of you, as it always seemed to do when you were together. But it was a warm silence. It felt like silence between two people who had always known each other. Normally, whenever there was a lull, Matty was fighting to fill the empty air, but with you, he felt no need. 

He was happy enough sitting in comfort with you, studying your face trying to find some new aspect he hadn't seen before. 

This time, he noticed a small freckle at the base of your jaw by your ear. He felt his hand twitch with the urge to stroke your jaw and trace it with his thumb. Despite having only thought of your face for months, he still sees something new each time, something for him to think about when he has to go a few days without you.

Unlike Matty, you couldn't drag your stare away from his eyes. You watched them flicker around your face and analyse it, but it didn't faze you. You thought it was nothing more than avoiding eye contact. But Matty's eyes drew you in each time. You tried to think of ways to describe them. Calling them “chocolate” or “chestnut” fell short. It wasn't the colour that caught you. It was some inexplicable force.

Matty couldn't help it anymore, and as if his hand was separate from his body, he saw it moving from beneath yours to your jaw. He watched his thumb trace the side of your face.  His touch was featherlight, and you shivered at the contact but stayed unmoving.

Your skin was soft and smooth, just like he imagined, and Matty felt his heart skip a beat at the feeling of you leaning into his hands. He watched your eyes flutter closed but soon snap open again, as if you had to fight to keep them open. 

His calloused thumb sliding over your cheek was very unexpected, but you couldn't help but immediately settle into the feeling. You wanted to watch his face and try and catch each micro-reaction he had. You needed to see if he was feeling something, too. Anything. 

But his face was almost blank, aside from the very corner of his mouth ticking up just once. Just when your eyes began to shut on their own, lulled into security by his soft touch. 

You felt goosebumps erupt all over your body when his eyes finally met yours. His thumb stopped its motion on your cheek. Your own hand moved up and covered the hand on your face with your own, just as you had done earlier. 

Both of you softly smiled at the contact, a silent understanding that there was something there, but it couldn't happen. There was some ethereal force drawing you in, but you both knew it needed to be ignored.

Right person, wrong time and certainly wrong place. But you could look, and you did.

Staring. Looking. Gazing. It was all you both felt capable of. 

The radio buzzed to life and made you both jump, Annie grumbled and sat up from your laps, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

“The official met office advice is to get home and prepare for a cold couple of days. Most major roads have been ploughed and are now safe to drive on. Please ensure you go slow and only travel if absolutely necessary. In other news-”

You blanked out the rest of the broadcast but looked back at Matty with a sad smile. He smiled back and gave your cheek a gentle squeeze before removing his hand. 

Your skin burned in his wake. Scorched by his touch.

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Making Steddie sleep and cuddle cutely because it's my agenda and my duty to the #steddie hive mind

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Nightmares: everyone gets them, just some more than others. Especially people who've been to an alternant dimension where everything that was ever good has been destroyed, and everyone you love steps on death's doorstep, and barely makes it out alive. Eddie almost didn't make it, but Steve wouldn't have just let him lay there, he had to do something, anything, to help him.

They both lived. They were fine now, physically that is. Nothing more than huge scars that they hate talking about. But that didn't mean they were fine, because they sure as hell weren't.

Ever since Eddie got out of the hospital there were many midnight (or later) trips to someone's house. It may have been Robin's, or Steve's or Eddie's, or fuck, sometimes even Nancy's house (though that didn't happen often as usually there were 6 kids staying up all night because they were too scared to fall asleep) Sometimes just 2 of them were together, sometimes it was the whole party, but over time it got better. They weren't so scared of falling asleep anymore, and *when* they woke up, it wasn't too bad to be alone.

It should have been better for all of them if the kids could be alone and still be fine, but it wasn't. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie somehow couldn't let go that easily. They didn't know why; it was just like that. But they made the best out of the long nights they shared together. Many secrets were told, most told by half-asleep people, doing their best to stay awake.

When it was Steve and Robin, there wasn't a filter on what they said, but when Nancy or Eddie was there, there was one, though it filtered very little, it still filtered the biggest secretes, like how Steve realized he had liked Tommy H when he was younger, or when Robin confessed she didn't like Vicky much anymore (she'd spent some time with her and found that all she was interested in talking about was her jerk ex-boyfriends and what boys Robin liked) as well as Robin realizing she liked Nancy instead.

"Whoahhhh, you like Nance. that's cool, she's nice" Steve was very much out of it, but he still supported Robin, no matter what, even if everything he said they night was very draw out, due to how tired he was.

One night, though, all four of them were at Steve's house. Nothing unusual was happening, all was well. It was around 2 am, and they decided (Nancy said) they should go to sleep, or at least try to get some rest.

Steve's house was big and yet somehow only had one guest bedroom, and they all knew they should have 2 people in each room or else someone was going to wake up and panic.

Robin was going to sleep in Steve's room with him, but Steve wanted to play matchmaker, and decided that Eddie was going to be in his room, and Nancy and Robin would share a room. Robin glared at him and secretly mouthed 'thank you', and she and Nancy then went to the guest bedroom (which was very big and had a jacuzzi bathtub in the bathroom attached to it)

Eddie was confused and had no idea why Steve would make Robin, his best friend, go sleep in a different room. He'd seen the guest bedroom, though, and the bed was horrible (in his opinion) so he wasn't complaining too much. He just hoped Steve's bed wasn't as bad as the guest bed.

"So, uh, why's you tell Robin to sleep in the guest's room?" Eddie asked, hoping that it wasn't weird of him to ask about it.

"I'm sure you'll see why tomorrow morning" Steve sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower real quick, then you can take one. Feel free to just look around, I guess."

Steve got his clothes and towel and went into his bathroom, while Eddie started snoopi- I mean looking around.

He found some boring stuff like old homework and books, and really, nothing he found was very interesting, though Eddie did hope to find some drama, it was probably better that he didn't.

When Steve came out of the shower, Eddie realized he forgot his pajamas. He would've just slept in his clothes, but Steve insisted that he wear some that Steve hadn't worn before.

"You're wearing *jeans*, Eddie. I'm not gonna let you sleep in jeans. Just let me get you the pajamas, ok?"

"Fine, but only because you insisted" Eddie acted upset but it was very obviously just to be silly. "Thank you, though, for real"

"Oh, goddammit!" Steve sighed loudly "I'm sorry, I can't find them. I can give you some of mine, if you don't care that I've worn them. They're clean though, of course."

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it"

Steve gave Eddie some of his pajamas (THEYRE CLEAN ISTG) then Eddie took his shower.

After Eddie got out, he and Steve sat on Steve's bed and talked. Not about anything in particular, just a normal conversation. Then they looked at Steve's clock.

"Holy-! Jesus H. Christ, dude, it's 3:30 am!" Eddie was shocked at how long they'd been talking for.

"Oh, God. We should get to bed."

"So, uh, how's sleeping gonna work? Just lay down wherever or would you rather cuddle" Eddie said it sarcastically, but something in him wanted it to happen.

"I mean I wouldn't mind that too much" Steve mumbled, looking away from Eddie to make sure he couldn't hear.

"What?"

"N- nothing"

"We can cuddle if you want, big boy" Eddie smirked, and Steve went bright red.

"I- d-uhh I- mm..." Steve bit his lip to keep from saying more incoherent half-words.

"Oh, sorry, if that- uh- made you uncomfortable and stuff..."

"No! No, it's fine, I just- I mean, would it be ok if we, uh, did... y'know" Stev stole a few glances at Eddie, hoping he didn't mess everything up.

"Are you asking if we can cuddle? And you're that nervous?" Eddie sighed, then smiled and shook his head. "If you want to, then of course we can, Steve."

"Thank you... sorry if it's weird."

"If what's weird. It's totally fine." Eddie sat back against the pillows on Steve's bed. "C'mere"

Steve walked over to the side of his bed and got on to sit next to Eddie. Eddie put his arm around Steve's shoulder. Steve leaned into Eddie, but was still stiff.

"You ok?"

"Mhm, just... nervous... I guess."

"It's ok, Steve. If you want to stop, just tell me, mk"

"No, I'm fine, I just, I've always had to be the shoulder for people to rely on. I guess I never realized how much I'd wanted to be the one leaning on someone else's shoulder, if that makes sense."

Eddie help Steve closer "Well you can lean on me as long as you'd like." Steve melted into Eddie's side, feeling totally comfortable and safe for the first time in years.

Eddie rubbed Steve's shoulder, near where his hand was, and he could tell Steve would be asleep soon. After only 15 minutes, Steve was fast asleep.

Eddie moved some, trying not to wake up Steve, so that they were laying down, and Eddie fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, Robin and Nancy were already downstairs when Eddie and Steve came down. Robin and Nancy were clinging to each other, and Steve smirked at Robin.

"Sooo, I guess you made a new friend, huh, Rob?" Steve said slyly

"Like you have any room to talk. You've literally been wrapped around Eddie since you came down the stairs. You were clinging to him while you were walking down the stairs, hell, you're wrapped around his arm RIGHT NOW!"

Steve's eyes went wide, and his face went red.

"She's right, y'know. Not that I'm complaining." Eddie added

"Your arm is comfy, so sue me." Steve said to Eddie, but he was looking at Robin trying to convince her that his attachment to Eddie was valid (which tbf it was)

"Alright, alright. If I say nothing about that," Robin nodded toward Steve and Eddie. "You say nothing about this," Robin tilted her head toward Nancy, who she was leaning against. "Ok?"

Steve agreed to Robin's terms, then Steve told Eddie to come to the kitchen with him, because he didn't want to let go until absolutely necessary. Eddie was ok with it. He was honestly glad that Steve felt so comfortable with him.

Steve felt safe with Eddie anytime he was around him from then on.

-The End

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A/N: Hope you like, i almost cried while writing this so i hope i made u cry too /j also sorry if this makes no sense. a like would be very appreciated and a reblog would be SUPER DUPER appreciated <333

[chaoticstrata]

WIP (?) Gamer AU

Theron moved his character out of the way of a ground AOE while maintaining his rotation--thank the Stars for being melee. His party mates did the same, except for their black mage, who used their teleport at the last second to maximize their DPS in their runic circle. He rolled his eyes as they cursed over the comms when they got clipped by snapshot damage.

“You should have moved sooner,” one of their healers chastised as they placed a restoration spell on the mage.

“I was casting!” the black mage argued.

“Ok, and how much casting are you going to do tanking the floor?” the healer quipped back.

“Why you…”

“Clear the comms, you two,” the other healer and co-raid leader said, his pleasant, gravelly voice commanding and cutting off any further argument. 

Theron couldn’t help but grin at that. He loved how Oram--the co-leader’s character name--took charge of situations like this, nipping them in the bud before they got worse. Not to mention, he loved hearing the other man’s voice; it was the first thing that attracted Theron to him--among other things. He’d never tell the other man that, of course--Void knows he was already awkward enough around the healer as it was. 

The next mechanic started, as did the next call-out. “Tank buster, collapse.”

Thankfully, the rest of the raid went uneventful--save for their one melee flipping backward off the platform…again. Theron could hear Lana sigh at that from the other desk in their designated gaming room. It reminded him how great it was to have a roommate who also gamed and raided with him--no need to keep super quiet during intense fights.

“Good job, everyone,” she said, as she distributed loot as the raid leader. “We’ll start on the next boss next week, so be sure to do your homework.”

“Yes, mom,” their bard said, knowing full well the other woman hated it when anyone called her that. 

Theron snickered, which earned him a ball of paper being thrown at his head. Lana growled at them both before saying in comms. “Don’t worry about pots and food; Lyrei and Kairos have ‘volunteered’ to handle getting that for us.”

“Rude!” Lyrei growled; all of them could practically hear the bard pouting over the comms.

“Hey now,” Theron whined. “How did I get pulled into this?”

“Because I can hear you snickering even without the comms,” she said, looking over at him for good measure. Lana smirked and added on, not on comms, “Besides, you’ll be thanking me in a moment.”

Theron raised an eyebrow and was about to ask when a familiar chuckle rang out over the voice chat.

“Will you be farming the mats tonight, Kai?” Oram asked, causing the rest of the channel to go quiet--fucking snoopy gossips. At this point, most knew about Theron’s crush on the other man--how Oram didn’t know was beyond him.

Theron could already feel Lana’s smug gaze at the back of his head as his cheeks flushed. “Uh, yeah, probably. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I can finish most of it tonight.”

“Same here. Would you like company?” the healer asked. “I don’t mind helping out with getting the materials you need.”

“You’re welcome,” Lana said in her irritatingly smug tone of voice.  She then said over comms, “I’m going to head out for the evening. The rest of you have a good night.”

“Same,” the bard said, suddenly cheery again, followed by the rest of the group. With the rest of the group gone, it was just the two of them alone.

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I really don't need more WIP things. ;-; Not sure if I'm going to go anywhere with this, but it was nice to write some of it out.

[ut-girl666]

Through being sick the past couple days, I have learned a variety of things:

Cold drinks were designed to stab the heat away, and room temperature and above drinks are to be used as a nice blanket so you don’t kill yourself on the blades your throat has now become.

Hats are essential.

Google translate is beautiful, and can in fact make your GenX parents laugh almost too much, make memorable quotes like ‘forbidden dildo’, and get you the same looks as if you spoke normally with your voice, if you actually had it.

Laughing hurts like a bitch, which sucks when you’re the funniest bitch in the family.

God is honestly a piece of shit for a variety of reasons. Such as:

You really had to make me and my brother sick, the week of our baby brother’s birthday, so we feel like shit for it.

You really did this when we had plans to be away from home for his birthday weekend.

You actually did this when I had homework and a 504 meeting the day after we got back.

You sack of ass, you dare curse that precious little angel with a lack of growth so he absolutely most certainly can’t go on Silver Bullet on his fucking birthday, no matter if we tried to cheat the system. What is wrong with you. He’s eight, and you can’t let him have it?? You will bear upon him the blessing of religion yet not grant him a few more inches to do something he so craves and desires??? Sick and cruel motherfucker. Launch yourself off of the very cliffs you dared to create with your bare hands before I wring my own around your beard and drag you myself, then beat your lifeless corpse with the same tablet of stone that repeats the golden rule “do unto others, as you want others to do unto you”, because if I’m going due to this shitty ass sickness, you’re coming with me, for this crime against my kin.

6. Using Google translate to debate marvel v dc on the way home at 7pm makes you 1000x funnier and more creative.

7. Fuck tall people. Especially when I’m trying to actually see the snoopy ice skating christmas show and your big ass head is in my goddamn way, but it is incredibly rude to smack you like a whack-a-mole without context.

That is all. Have a good day, and remember that if god dies at some point in near future, I am the reason he is dead. Merry fucking whatever everyone.

[spideytingle616]

Laundry Day | P.P.

18+ only

Main Masterlist // Ao3 Version

Pairing: Roommate!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Summary: Pink, lacy, and in his pile… how could he not be curious?

Word Count: 2K 

Warnings: swearing, snoopy Peter, underwear, overuse of italics, and overall smutty themes/situations (Peter and reader are both 18+ and in college)

A/N: Why… do I do the things I do? I remember seeing either a dark Chris Evans or Steve Rogers blurb with a similar idea, but Tumblr crashed before I saw the user :((( I’ll tag it if I ever see it again (or if someone finds it for me), but until then enjoy. Cheers to my first smutty fic ever lol, maybe there’ll be a part two…

Alright, so maybe getting an apartment with his best friend and secret crush was a bad idea, but at the time he didn’t think much of it. Before college, you were always at one another’s places, and the two of you were always sleeping over. He really didn’t think sharing a place would be all that different.

But having a place that you considered actually yours, and not your family’s, has made you much more comfortable and relaxed.

More specifically, you’ve been much more comfortable wearing less.

Obviously, Peter didn’t mind. It was your place just as much as his, and you have been more than accommodating toward his hectic Spider-Man schedule. And if you were okay with wearing some boy shorts or just a bra on top, he was okay with admitting he rather enjoyed the view.

Not that he was always looking. He only lets himself check you out less than half of the time.

… okay maybe a little more than half. The point is, it’s not all the time.

The day started off normal, with the sun peeking out between the clouds. Peter was out in the living room doing homework, more or less confident in his answers. Who knew organic chemistry was such a bitch?

“I’m going out to study with MJ,” you announce, entering from the hallway. “I should be back later tonight. If you want, I could grab some Thai on my way back.”

Peter shrugs. “I could do Thai. Might make this work a little more bearable, to be honest,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, I need some comfort food too. Maybe if I flirt with them, they’ll give us some extra noodles.” You slip your jacket on. “Oh, by the way, could you do me a favor?”

The question where it all went wrong. It was too dangerous; he should have said no. There were too many risks.

“Could you pick up my clothes from the dryer? I didn’t get a chance to yet and I don’t wanna keep MJ waiting.”

He nods. “Sure, mine should be done soon anyway.”

“Thanks a ton, dude. You’re the best. I’ll see you later.”

Peter sends you a wave as he continues to stare into his laptop’s blue-lighted abyss. He does this for another two hours before he realizes that he’s done absolutely nothing. He shuts his laptop with a groan, closing his eyes as he slumps back on the couch. If he looked at one more carbon molecule, he swears his brain will explode.

Maybe he should just do something else instead, something productive that’ll keep his head (somewhat) straight.

Might as well do the laundry, because what can go wrong with that?

Peter heads to the basement and unloads his clothes into the laundry basket. It only fills up about two-thirds of the way, so he decides to just throw your stuff on top of his to save a trip.

Smart idea, right? 

He takes the basket to his room, still not motivated enough to do his homework. At this point, he should just keep going and put his clothes away. And with yours at the top, along with the fact that you’re bringing home takeout, he’ll just fold your clothes too. It’s the nice thing to do.

Peter sits down on his bed and begins folding your sweaters. He makes sure to be extra neat with them, folding it exactly like May showed him all those years ago. She’d probably cry if she saw him right now: he hated doing laundry as a kid.

He sets them into a nice stack and turns back toward the rest of the clothes, grabbing the shirt that was now on top. 

And that’s when Peter sees it.

A thong. A baby pink, lace thong, right on top of the basket.

Peter’s eyes widen. For a small amount of fabric, it sure got his attention. A wave of guilt floods his head. Hopefully, you remembered that you had such skimpy underwear in the wash before you asked him to grab your laundry.

He continues to stare, which makes Peter feel even more guilty. Even if you were okay with him grabbing your clothes, you probably didn’t mean it was okay for him to gawk at it.

He thinks for a moment; should he just… leave it there? It seems like the right thing to do, but his all of his clothes are beneath your underwear, so he’ll have to touch it eventually. And who knows if that’s the only one.

Fuck, is most of your underwear like this?

The thought makes him spiral. Guilt no longer clouded his mind, too busy thinking of what you looked like in your underwear. Peter pictures you wearing the lace under all those pretty sundresses you loved to wear in the summer, and beneath those short skirts that you wore in the fall.

He wonders if it was a matching set as he thinks of how you would look with a dainty, pink push up bra. As if your chest needed any help to look as amazing as it did. He could see the outline of them under those old t-shirts you wear to bed, and that was enough for the boy to get his radioactive blood going.

Oh shit.

Peter looks down to check- yep, he’s rock hard under his sweats.

It only comes as a slight shock to him; even when you walked around in those tight boy shorts that gave him the exact shape of your ass, he would only get a semi at most. And after five or so minutes, he was able to focus away from your butt and be fine for the rest of the night.

But this isn’t going away anytime soon, he’s fucking throbbing.

The guilt tries to resurface as he decides what to do. He checks the time; he still had another hour or so before you came back. If he did do anything, he would be good and done well before you returned. It’s not like you’d find out.

Plus, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought of you.

The door was already closed, and it was now or never. He lays down on his bed and blinks a few extra times, each one a quick reality check.

This was harmless. Private.

Peter bucks his hips up as he tugs his pants down to his mid-thigh. He keeps his boxers on, not quite ready to go all in. He’s got to ease in, and not in that way (well actually, kind of in that way).

His eyes close as he sucks in a slow breath. He rests his left hand on his leg as his right trails down on his stomach and to the elastic band of his underwear. He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, still fiddling with the stretchy material.

After a moment or two, Peter’s hand finally sinks lower and cups his member, and fuck, it already feels good. He continues to palm himself through his underwear and lets out a sigh of relief. His thumb pokes out to touch his tip, and immediately his hips thrust forward to meet the subtle pressure.

He slows himself down as his mind came back to you and those goddamn panties. Were they for special occasions only? How often did you wear them?

Have you ever touched yourself when you wore them?

The idea causes a low groan from his chest, making him ditch his boxers. Pulling them down to meet his sweats, his cock springs straight to his stomach, red and needy. With a deep sigh, his pace speeds up as he continued his fantasy.

Peter pictures you on your bed, with nothing but that on. You bite your lips before they part, now wet and shiny with your spit. Your hair was slightly messy, and he could see your eyes were wide and glassy, desperate for a release.

Your hand trails down to your pubic bone, and just like Peter you play with the lace. Maybe you twiddle with the pink bow at the top too; he’d like to think you did.

The other hand paths around your chest and stops between your breasts. You cup one of your boobs gently and brush your thumb against your hardening nipple, eliciting a breathless moan before quickly switching to the other one.

His hand tugs harder. Your moans probably sounded like a melody; he’d do anything to hear them right in his ears. Needy noises that begged for more. Something harder, faster, rougher.

Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing. You were always impatient, the idea of waiting killing you every time. It was amusing to watch, but if you were his, he would be merciless. He’d purposely deny your pleas just to teach you a lesson.

He imagines you tugging and kicking your underwear off in a hurry, ready to fuck yourself into pure bliss.

That’s when Peter stops himself, a naughty idea developing. He props himself up with his elbows and stares at the laundry basket, your underwear still on top, clear as day.

No… no he couldn’t do that. That was too far.

But when your dick was as angry and hungry as Peter’s right now, your morality starts to crack a little. Enough to make a bad decision or two.

People lose socks in the wash all the time… surely it could happen to a thong too.

He quickly sits up and snatches your underwear. If he went any slower, he would have surely stopped himself and regretted even thinking of such an idea. Yet right now, he so badly wanted to do this, even if it was extremely perverted.

It was a lot softer than Peter expected, the non-lace areas feeling almost silky to the touch. With his heightened scenes, the scent of your lavender detergent envelops his nose and calms his rapid heartbeat.

He tries to cover as much of his hand as he could, but with the shape and limited fabric, it only covers half of it. Still, it’s more than enough for him and his dirty thoughts as he starts to rub himself again, tending to his aching member.

The feeling is slightly strange at first. He could tell where his soft hand met the rougher lace and cotton. It doesn’t glide as easily as usual, but it’s nothing problematic. At least not for a pathetically horny Peter.

His head lulls back in pleasure, turning his fantasy back on. Your chest is lifting off your bed as your fingers rubbed against your clit feverishly. You were absolutely soaking at this point, your core clenching down hard. You desperately wanted to be filled up with something, or someone, but you weren’t going to waste time with that. Fingers were enough to get you where you needed to be, collecting the slick from your needy hole before touching yourself again.

Your legs started to draw closer together, a sign that you were about to come. The circular movements on your clit become rougher and sloppier as your jaw goes slack. Fuck, you were so close.

Peter was too. His breaths became shallow as his muscles became tighter. He can feel the lace furiously rubbing against him and it drives him fucking crazy. The idea of coming all over your nice panties was sending him over the edge.

He hears you moaning his name as you finish, legs shaking at the wave of euphoria.

“Peter, Peter, Peter…”

“-Peter?!”

He stops, eyes wide and hand still on his cock.

That last one was not in his head.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 02.11.20 lb

this fucking episode my dudes. i just went through it like...

business maharani is doing some more bitchification of bhaabi, ki dekho phir nikal gayi aapke peeche. even used the same lameass mandir excuse, the idiot, instead of coming up with something new.  

hubs like riddhima is a major pain in the ass, but she's MY PAIN IN THE ASS, where isss sheeee, why isn't she back yet???????? is she ok????????????

ishani getting a call about someone in the hospital and......

bitch, it's her friend who's in the hospital. why the fuck would anyone call ISHANI of all people if riddhima was in the hospital????

lo aa gayi.

gujarat registration gaadi waale bhaiyya was a careful driver. unlike literally everyone else on tellywood. good for him.

concern!maxxxxxxxxxxx about her haalat.

asks about her bleeding hand and she's like i'll tell you if you tell me about how YOUR hand got hurt. noice.

again, rrahul's not putting on the vansh voice in this scene and it's 300% more watchable. for the love of god stop directing him in a way that impedes his performance!!!!!!! LET THE MAN MOVE HIS FACE AND TALK IN HIS NORMAL VOICE!!!!!!!!!!!

cliche dialogue about “shareer ke ghaav jaldi bhar jaate hain par dil ke ghaav..........”

this asshole is like yeah who would know that better than me???? BITCH WHAT IS THIS, THE TRAUMA OLYMPICS???

she's thinking ki yeah, i'm not gonna fall for your fakeass parwaah anymore. good. i like. she needed this stupidass illusion of her's broken longggggggggg back.

ohohohohoho ib waala mangalsutra breaking and slipping off trope idhar bhi hai.

“tooti hui cheezein kabhi kabhi dobara nahi judti.”

dialogue maarke chali gayi, lol.

but notice she's the one who caught it anyway. which makes me think she's gonna choose him/this relationship YET AGAIN. *deeeeeeeepest sigh in the world that sucks up all the oxygen in the atmosphere*

“jaise mera dil.”

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.

“lekin ab waqt aa gaya hai bohut se cheezon ko sahi karne ka.”

again, he looks menacing and all, but is probably just talking about making sure all the paperwork is up to date for upcoming end of year audits. he's a very rich accountant, remember???

ragini's medical reports have come.

lol being married to ishani is taking yearssssssss off angre's lifespan. roz naya tension, naya drama.

also, angre refers to vansh as "vansh bhai" when talking about him to ishani, but calls him "boss" when referring directly. interesting. veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy interesting. you guys need to sort out that relationship, my dudes. it's the only stable, healthy one in this whole damn show.

ishani is like you're his right hand, what the hell are you doing about riddhima spying on him and getting all up in his business???????? dang, this might be the first conversation they're having about their only common interest: vansh's well being.

also i notice ki shivaay ke saare shirts angre ko diye gaye hain. huh, the shirts must have a kanji eyed wearer clause in their contract.

“mujhe shakti dijiye ke main apne emotions se upar uthke sahi ke saath khadi rahoon.”

damn, first time i've had a lil respect for riddhima. i mean, i know ultimately it's all gonna go to shit, but she's trying.

lmao a dhaarmik aarti version of the title track is playing. a version for every situation!

“main ragini ko bacha ke rahoongi. yeh mera aapse, ragini se, aur apne aap se vaada hai.”

YESSSSSSSSSSS BITCH, SISTERS OVER MURDEROUS MISTERS!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG WHY WON'T Y'ALL JUST DRESS HIM LIKE THIS, LIKE ARNAV, WITH THE SHIRT AND SWEATER COMBOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLS GODDDDDDDDDDDD STOP DRESSING HIM WITH THAT STUPID SCARF WAALA BLAZERRRRRRRRRRRRR I BEG OF YOUUUUUUUUUU

he's talking to some shadow (def a woman) about how they're his humraaz about the whole ragini issue and nothing is hidden from them and how everything is going as they planned and the story will end soon.

it might be siya but omg i hope to goddddddddddddd it's ishani. i really really reallly want it to be ishani and see the hot demon siblings do some scheming and planning together. the sibs that conspire together, stay together!!!!!!!!!

menacing growling about riddhima and how he needs shadow chick's help in "handling" her, so that she doesn’t leave the house.

“chaahe VR mansion uske liye jail bann jaaye, i don't care.” cool, real healthy. also copied from this week's naagin 5. i'm telling you, these two shows be copying their homework off each other.

vansh leaning real hard on how he trusting shadow chick. hmmmm. reallyyyy hope it's ishani. though can’t say i wouldn’t be delighted if siya also turns out to be just as fucking twisted as him.

ofc ms. snoopy here has come to snoop. SIS TUM THAK NAHI JAATI KYA ISS SAB SE. MUJHE TOH DEKHTE HI THAKAAN HO GAYI HAI AND I NEEDS ME SOME GLUCON D.

“ragini riddhima se jeete-jee milna toh door, usse dekh bhi na sake.”

uh a little too late for that my man, lol. your girls already had a catchup session this afternoon. they're going for brunch and manis next weekend!

oh ho, she knows that angre's gone out. so this is def someone else in the house. DAMN, I'M REALLY INVESTED IN THIS SHADOW NOW.

yaaar, kya haalat bana rakhi hai shivaay ke room ki. best room hota tha iss set ka, aur isko bas ek random space banaa rakha hai.

ASLKFJSLDKJFLSDKJFLDKSF

this fucker crazyyyyy. like fulllll on flipping cray cray!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow ok he's shaking from rage. more unhinged than i've ever seen him. which is really something. something scary as fuckkkkkkkk.

kudos to riddhima for just being like same old, same old, instead of being scared. i'm really liking i-give-no-fucks-riddhima.

DUDE. THIS FUCKER HAS COMPLETELY LOST IT.

also knife play copied from shivaay. this dude like a much much worse version of shivaay. never thought that would be possible, but never say never with ITV and the year 2020.

ok i don't like this angry version of him that's outta control, all shaking and growling and panting. not only is it really bad acting, it's hard to take seriously as menacing. ppl are always scarier when they're ice fucking cool with their anger.

blah blah blah some more growled warnings and riddhima and i are just here like............. “ok and????”

she's not even allowed to leave the room.

oooooh brave sis questioning him back and provokingggggggggg himmmmmmmmmm. got a death wish, this one, but i like her like this. i was sick of her just collapsing all over the place weeping. thaaaaaank god she found her longlost backbone.

“tum jaise haiwaan ki baat kabhi nahi maanungi.”

sarcastic slow clapping and slightly turned on by this show of dheentness.

“chalo aaj tumhari bahaaduri ko celebrate karte hain.”

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

“piyo, zeher nahi milaaya hai ismein.”

OK NOW THAT YOU SAID THAT I'M DEFINITELY THINKING THAT YOU HAVE.

omg ridhhimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you idiottttttt.

ok he's def put something in it. his face almost looking pitying as he takes the glass back.

“jaao. jahaan jaana hai jaao. nahi rokunga tumhe.”

ohhhhhhhhhh boy.

dslkfjsdlfkjdslkfjdslkjflkd her legs don't work no moreeeeeeeee.

THIS FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. JESUS CHRIST THIS CRAZY ASS FUCKING D;SLFKJ;SLDKFJ;LDSKJF;LDKJ

EVEN THE CHANNEL PUTTING BIG BOLD DISCLAIMER OVER THE SCENE LIKE THIS SHIT IS SERIOUSLY UNHINGED AND FICTIONAL THE CHANNEL ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT CONDONE THIS FUCKING MADNESSSSSSSSS

I CANNOT STOP SCREAMING THIS FUCKERRRRRRR IS OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS THIS THIS SHIT IS MAKING 4 LIONS MEN LOOK LIKE SOFT CUDDLY LIL SOFTBOIS I AM LITERALLY GOING OUTTA MY MIND WITH RAGE AND ANGUISH WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

i need a break. i seriously need a break to go cuddle my cat coz my god this deranged fucking showwwwwwwwwww.

ok cuddle break done. i’m not feeling any better but at least the tears of blood have stopped flowing from my eyes?

all i gots to say at this point is that CHEELANSHU SINGHANIA FROM NAAGIN 5 WOULD NEVER DO THIS. ONCE AGAIN SANKIIII CHEEL BOY >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> HUMAN MEN.

“haiwaan hoon main. rakshas hoon. aur rakshas kuch bhi kar sakta hai.”

electric chair for you, dude. ELECTRIC FUCKING CHAIR, GREEN MILE STYLE.

he literally gave her a paralytic.

“isse ek luxury relaxing spa treatment ki tarah enjoy karna.”

OMG I WISH I HAD SOMEONE MAKE ME SLIP INTO A PARALYTIC COMAAAAAAAAAA WHAT ELSE COULD A GIRL WANT FROM PRINCE CHARMING UWU TRUE WUVVVVVVVVV

omg inn paplu taplu ka chip waala naatak abhi bhi chal raha hai BIGGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED IN THE HOUSE YOU IDIOTS KEEP THE FUCK UP LITERALLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SADAA HUA MEMORY CARD ANYMOREEEEEEEEEE

anyway they decide to put it in the bank locker. omg why though, under the mattress was suchhhhhhh a safe and secure spot!!! badal kyun rahe ho tum log?!?!?!!?!?

“good morning.”

sis, lower half is paralysed. haath abhi bhi kaam kar rahein haina??? PICK UP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON AND HURL IT AT HIS FUCKING HEADDDDDDDDDDD

“don't worry, bas kuch der ki baat hai. uske baad tum apne pairon pe khadi ho sakti ho. main tumhari help kar deta hoon.”

TELLL HIM SIS. TELL HIM TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY AND NEVER EVER COME WITHIN A 3 DISTRICT RADIUS OF YOU. 

“phir se zidd. tumhara naam riddhima nahi, ziddhima hona chahiye tha.”

ok can't deny i lol'd at that.

OK NO BACK TO HATING HIM. PUNS WILL GET YOU NOWHERE WITH ME, YOU BLOODY PSYCHOPATH.

“abhi toh bas ek chota dose diya hai jiska asar sirf 10 ghante rehta hai.”

oh how sweet. such a considerate husband. Star Parivaar Pati of The Year you are. haan behen, aur rakho aise pati ke liye karwachauth.

“agar baat nahi maaani, toh agla dose double hoga.”

seriously though, where can i get one of these? all i want is to be put in a coma so that i don't have to be conscious anymore. esp with the USA election today............ give me a 5x dose, daddy.

YEAH RIGHT LIKE SHE'S EVER GONNA CONSUME ANYTHING YOU OFFER HER EVER AGAIN LOL

“tum chaahe kitni bhi koshish karlo vansh, main tumhe ragini ko nuksaan pohunchaane nahi dungi.”

determination toh behen ka top classssssssssssss hai. where do ppl get such mental will from? i face the slightest inconvenience and i need a 6 hour nap to cope.

LMAO VANSH YOU DUMBASS YOU LEFT HER WITH HER PHONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. YOU KNOW SHE'S A SPY AND HAS SOMEONE ON THE OUTSIDE. YOU WANTED HER NOT TO GET TO RAGINI BUT NOW SHE CAN JUST CALL WHOEVER SHE’S WORKING WITH TO GET RAGINI THE HELP. GOD, BEWAKOOFON KI TOLI HAI YEH SHOWWWWWWWW.

ab yaad aayi kabir ki. my god, he seems like such a mellow weirdo now compared to vansh, just into some casual costume-changing and quasi fratricide. almost a tolerable level of deranged compared to this other fucking madman.

sent a voice note to him.

SHE HEARD SOMEONE COMING AND FLUNG THE PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM INTO A PILE OF CLOTHES. OH HO WHYYYYYYYYYYYY, YOU COULD HAVE LITERALLY JUST HID IT BACK UNDER THE PILLOWS WHERE YOU FOUND IT!?!?!??!?!?!?

“hi riddhima! tumhe iss haal mein dekh kar, dil ko bohut sukoon mil raha hai.”

asldkfsjflkjdslfkjdl i honestly love her the most. she's so fucking petty and hilarious.

ishani is like thank god bhai has seen fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally seen your real face.

“sirf vansh ne hi nahi, inn sab mein maine bhi vansh ka asli chehra dekh liya hai.”

“kya matlab hai tumhara?!?!!”

ok, i'm thinking ishani is shadow girl. from day 1, she’s wanted riddhima to see vansh in a certain way; as someone dangerous, the way he projects himself. (as opposed to dadi and siya who want her to see his soft side.) this statement from riddhima makes her wary that did she get close to the actual truth. INTERESTING. VERYYYYYYYYY INTERESTINGGGGG.

she's now grumbling about how vansh treats her much better than she actually deserves. I REALLY WANT MORE INSIGHT INTO THIS BROTHER SISTER RELATIONSHIP THEY HAVE IT'S SO INTRIGUINGGGGGGGG

le, kapde chale gaye laundry. phone ke saath.

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precap: kabir listened to the voice note and now him and mummy are in panic about ragini disclosing the truth about 3 years ago. RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. OFC THESE TWO WERE INVOLVED IN THAT KAAND TOO. LITERALLY EVERY ONE IN THIS SHOW IS A DERANGED MENACE TO SOCIETY.

kabir coming to meet riddhima.

but ofc.

ugh she turned back saying “K.........” and he's like there's literally no one in this house whose name starts with K.

*facepalms for allllll eternity till my godforsaken face itself falls off.*

i think i’ll go watch s2 of mirzapur now. i need something ~~~light and fluffffffffffy~~~ to take my mind off whatever the FUCK this was.

[iheartsunset]

any joy has

Bien sur! Sorry I’m doing my French homework and I’ve failed two AP tests in a row

Papa Louie Joy HCs

-Allegra J. Bianchi, or Joy as she’s most commonly referred to, is the 24 year old niece of Papa Louie and Roy’s older sister. The three all live together in a Tastyville mansion since she’s finished her education in Sakura Bay. When she isn’t waitressing at the Pizzeria, Joy spends much of her free time coaching gymnastics and competing in competitions, which have garnered her a fiercely loyal fanbase. She also moonlights as a vigilante named Ninjoy, who uses unconventional and even somewhat violent methods to defeat criminals. The two she’s mostly obsessed with are Guy Mortadello (she doesn’t know he’s her dad, just that he causes Papa trouble) and Dynamoe (cause he sucks).

-Joy is extremely energetic (sometimes to the point where it’s scary) and cheerful, a huge contrast to Roy’s shyness. She’s also very competitive not only in sports, but in almost anything, making it a hassle to work with her on some occasions. She also has a strong sense of justice and often advocates for certain political issues. This has also led to her desire to “purify the world” through defeating criminals, though her anger issues often have her painted as a true villain. Joy has also grown apart from her family because of her huge aspirations and doesn’t really make attempts to rebuild these bonds.

-Growing up popular, she’s had multiple friends that she’s still in close contact with. It’s a very long list, but her closest friends include Indigo, Janana, Cameo, Akari, Kaleb, Moe, Boomer, Perri, and Wendy. She just has a certain charm and positivity that draw lots of people to her. It’s also worth mentioning that despite basically being Moe’s girlfriend, neither of them can tell that they’re both Dynamoe and Ninjoy. She also can’t tell that Perri is quite obviously Perri Platypus.

-If you even look at Roy, Papa, or Moe funny, she’ll throw a ninja star at you.

-Her lifelong dream is to run down an old Victorian era mansion wearing a flowy dress at least once.

-She has very little memory of her early life, just fuzzy images of a brunette woman and a man with a very strange mustache. Unlike Roy, she’s less curious and snoopy, so she hasn’t found any of the pictures or childhood possessions that Papa forgot to burn, so she hasn’t realized that Guy Mortadello is her father. It’d be extremely awkward if she found out, especially since she’s had physical confrontations with him before as Ninjoy.

-Joy wears her hair in pigtails because she likes to yank on them when she’s stressed. It’s also because she likes how they spin when she whips she head around.

-Her favorite type of pizza is Chicago deep dish and thin New York style pizza, as opposed to Roy and Papa’s love of traditional Italian pizza. She mostly likes how she can carry New York style pizza around easier and deep dish pizza helps her sleep better. She also likes to put octopus and wasabi on her pizza sometimes, which is absolute bull honkey, but Roy sometimes puts chocolate chips in his, so he can’t judge.

-Her and Moe’s relationship can be compared to Allan and Lisa’s. They never say they’re dating, but they’re clearly dating or at least in love. They met at a comic book convention when she was in Sakura Bay, where they bonded over their love of Windstorm. They occasionally steal each other’s accessories and have dates after the pizzeria closes. Okay like how the heck can they not tell that they both have secret identities as heroes and villains im serious I’ll never get over this

-She’s participated in just about every girls’ sports team at Croquembouche Prep Academy, except for cheerleading since she kept clashing with Prudence. Especially in gymnastics, soccer, and dance. Even though they grew apart, Roy and Papa still made efforts to attend all of her games.

-Joys secretly runs one of those Marvel x reader blogs on tumblr. Hers in particular is called cherry.lips.bloody.lies (the pure edge is what sends me), and it’s extremely popular. She also makes a bunch of Instagram Marvel edits on a finsta page of the same name. She just loves superheroes so much, especially Captain America, but she’d die of embarrassment if anyone ever found them (Papa has and was gonna tease her about it, but he’s too emotionally invested in her fics to do so).

-Joy sometimes throws pizzas or order tickets into the kitchen or vaults over everything to make pizzas. She’s also cut ingredients and pizzas with ninja stars and katanas.

-She and Dynamoe are complete enemies because of Dynamoe’s persistence to make peoples’ lives a living hell, but they have a very strong and noticeable romantic tension. She and Perri Platypus are sometimes allies, but Perri Platypus is sometimes incompetent in the subject of being a hero, so Joy always pulls the weight.

-In the Hell’s Kitchen AU, she’s encouraging, but still completely ruthless as a sous chef. She’ll console you when Papa makes you cry and then immediately make you cry right after when you send up undercooked Wellington’s.

-She’s secretly been jealous of Roy because he seemed to be more favored by Papa growing up. Despite being surrounded by fans and friends who loved her, she kinda yearned for the simple friend group and family relationship that Roy had.

-Okay Joy ain’t really too significant to me, mostly because I’m still frustrated with how easy you can tell her identity as Ninjoy, but I do love her pigtails.

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Paul Dini’s Jingle Belle: The Mighty Elves (Comissoned by WeirdKev27)

Well well boys, we’re back to Jingle Belle with another kevmission, though per his request i’ll be getting back to Life and Times Of Scrooge McDuck at long last. I also have some other stuff planned and all that, but for now, let’s focus on everyones faviorite elfen hellion as we dive back into Paul Dini’s Jingle Belle. 

I covered most of the behind the scene’s stuff last time so in short in case your just joining us, since this one’s got a bit more stuff to tag: Jingle Belle is an indie comic book character created by animation god Paul Dini, the daughter of Santa Claus and the Queen of Elves who acts like a standard rebellious teenager sterotype and causes trouble for her dad.  Last time I touched on the character a good two days ago, we looked at her first appearance, where she sent her family to Family Therapy. At the time I’d ONLY read that story, and hadn’t gotten that far into Jing’s world just yet. As you probably guessed despite plugging a decent amount of time into re-reading the rest of Scott Pilgrim (shout out to my good friend Mike for the early christmas present), on digital and in color and into the Switch port of the first Fire Emblem, I still got 2/3 of the way through the omnibus Kev gifted me of almost all her stories up to 2018′s The Handmade’s Tale.  Honestly not a lot has changed from the pilot.. while Jing’s designs changed a bit, she’s still more of a rebellious hellion, and while Santa’s no longer a slut shaming jackass, he’s still hard on her while her mom tries to keep the peace, The humor’s still edgy, if toned down enough to support returning whenever Dini felt like it but it’s largely the same for better or worse.  Overall the stories haven’t been bad but have been a bit reptitive to read in one giant omnibus. This really is down to the format they were made in: These were one off stories spread months apart meant to be picked up off the shelf with no real ongoing stories or character development and only some slight worldbuilding here and there. In short not bad stuff, just clearly not built to be collected in a huge omnibus like it was and not the first comic collection i’ve encountered with this problem and definitely not the last. 

That being said the stories are creative and still well put together. It is Paul Dini and he has wrote pretty much every story collected here with few exceptions, so it’s still good stuff, just as I said clearly not meant to be read all in one block like i’ve been doing. And today’s story happens to be one of my faviorites so far, breaking the formula up a bit by having Jing do something a bit diffrent and also involving hockey, a sport this story made me realized might actually intrest me on some level.. if in part due to letterkenny. 

God bless those two handsome idiots. So let’s ice up or skates, get those letterkenny refrences at the ready and see what the Mighty Elves have to offer. 

We start at Hockey Practice for Santa’s Hockey Team, The Elves, the kind of sentence that makes me really happy to type for money. Santa’s team is naturally for this kind of story and what the title references, are the last place in the bi-polar hockey league their in.. presumably ran by commissioner bi-polar bear. 

Again, I really love this job and that i’m actually getting paid for this this go round. Anyway, Santa’s team isn’t all that agressive because.. well i’ts a team coached by Santa, why would they be? But Santa’s still proud of his boys... as for his girl on the otherhand he gets a call and we soon find out via mugshots Jing dragged her two friends, up from just one in previous stories, to an air force base, somehow got arrested for hitting on enlisted men, not a crime, and stealing and crashing a helicopter, very much a crime.  Naturally Santa isn’t pleased, so we cut to a few days later where he’s letting her friends off making robo kitties, damn I want one of those now, while leaving Jing to do the packaging, though like most stern but fair dad’s he admits he dosen’t like punishing her and is right in saying there’s more to do with her summer vacation than you know, piss off the military. Santa needs his flight clerance dammit. Jing complains there isn’t much to do but feed the reindeer and make toys to which I say.. really santa? You haven’t set up anything else for your eleves to do? Making toys is their job. Build a fucking movie theater. And at the very least if not for them than for your bored and rebellious daughter to distract her from doing crimes. She’s still likely got a few hundred years of teenagering left, give her something else to do other than piss you off.  Santa does have a least a little something: Hockey! Which Jing’s cousin Rusty has taken up. Rusty showed up in the first story but I kind of glossed over him, he’s basically Jing’s Dorky cousin she frequently abuses. Not really much more or less to him. Jing isn’t on board mostly because their team always looses, to the other teams: The Penguins, the Polar Bears, The Snow Leopards and the Eskimos because they don’t really have killer instinct, which yeah is kind of necessary for hockey. To her..

But during her rant she does show Santa she’s got genuine talent for the sport, so he makes her a deal: Do a little favor for him, and she’ll swap that for making toys.. it’s a deal.. one she soon regrets but hey. 

Jing naturally makes an ass of herself pretty quickly beating the shit out of Rusty with her dad repremanding her and threatning to throw her off the team if she has another outburst like. That is until she runs into the Huskies Coach, Stan. 

I mean i’ts a hairy old man who makes a side bet with Santa Claus despite it technically being against commission rules, might as well be. So Santa tells Jing screw it, as long as it’s the opposing team violence is a-okay.  And naturally our first target is the world famous hockey player, aka snoopy aka a snoopy stand in. And being a big fan of peanuts i’m a sucker for a good peantus parody. Doubly so since Dini did his homework, and as I’d remembered and a quick google confirmed “The World Famous Hockey Player” was indeed one of snoopy’s many personas.

 Not that it was much of a stretch: just about any time snoopy played a sport he was “the world famous X player”, but still it’s a nice little nod. Not so nice is Jing within seconds slamming him into the air and under a Zamboni and getting sent to the box for it naturally. So clearly she’s the shorsey of this team, all chirps and ultra violence. 

Snoopy is thankfully still alive, if barely, though he’s off course been through much worse.

But while in the Box jing helps advise the team and a presumed combination of her beating the shit out of the other team’s best players and her team now not only having something to inspire them but a strategy means the Elves win for once! Santa and Jing share a hug, though Santa advises her not to go for his wallet, it’s still a sweet moment as she’s genuinely invested now.  So we cut to..

Okay Hank Ribbon seal is genuinely one of the best things humanity has made but as for Quiki I just... wow that joke is mildly racist at worst, confusing and unfunny at best. I mean... it really just makes no sense on any level and that’s with me not knowing a lot about hockey, but knowing just enough to know Kathy Lee Gifford existed. Just.. what even was that? I know Paul can do better than this.. because as my first review outlined he wrote a LOTTTT of Tiny Tune Adventures including my favorite episode. He also wrote most of the best Joker episodes for BTAS, so it’s not like the guy CAN’T be funny.. so I have no idea how he could fail so hard with this. Just.. what is this. Who thought this was funny? what was the joke? 

That.. utter bafflement aside, this newscast is used to push things ahead as the elves are on a winning streak, having also beaten the Polar Bears and the Penguins.. though weirdly we DON’T get a cameo by this guy despite having already had Snoopy show up. 

That’s my boy. But yeah there’s only two teams left with this, the Eskimos and tonight’s matchup the Snow Leopards, aka snow catgirls lead by Tashi Ounce, who Jing met at the winter games last year and lost too and thus has a whole rivlary thing going. In a really nice moment Santa stops to make sure Jing is okay going into the game. 

It’s part of why I REALLY like this story: Santa instead of just being disapointed in his daughter genuinely bonds over her over something and Jing shows she has a softer side to her. It’s some good character stuff, helps shake up the normal formula nicely. Back to the usual though she and Tashi naturally go at it, phrasing, and fight the whole damn time, with Belle eventually scoring the winning goal. Though noticably while Tashi is just as competiive as belle and lost this time.. she’s fine with it, knowing she’ll win next time and congradulating the opponent.  But before she can leave the rink, Tashi is approached by a mysterious figure with an offer and we cut to said figure’s lair... it’s THE BLIZZARD WIZARD! dun dun dun!.... yeah I haven’t introduced him the Blizzard Wizard is.. well exactly what he sounds like, as well as the former ruler of the North Pole. He enslaved everyone there to do his bidding and was essentially, a butt till Santa showed up, united all the various animals and kicked his ass. Since then he’s been reduced to basically a rankin bass villian, lurking near bye and scheming to get petty revenge on Santa for it. So essentially....

Minus the tragic backstory. He offers them a deal: The championship cup for him defeating the elves. As he puts it the cup symbolizes hard work, respect and team work.. i.e the things their throwing out to get payback. Tashi wants none of it, but the blizzard wizard has his slush minons capture her and with the rest willing to sell out, he gets to work. 

Bliz snows out the eskimos, and brings up accusations of Santa gambling, which he gets away from by.. having his wife donate the money real quick don’t ask just go. But he has a waiver signed by the other coaches so their playing his goons. But Jing isn’t phased and Santa asks her to give the lockeroom some inspiring words. 

10/10 no notes. But naturally Bliz has a sneaky trick up his sleeves.. to win.. specifically a hot french canadian player which.. makes jing fall to pieces flirting with him and makes her entirely ineffective. Okay time out.... huh so this is the timeless void known only to zack morris, that girl from the reboot I haven’t watched, and Regis Filbin. But yeah while I wouldn’t expect Jing to slaughter the guy it feels out of character for all she’d do is to giggle like an idiot instead of making a move. She’s been established as forward and knowing what she wants. I’m not against her being distracted by this it’s just the how that feels off especially since the opening reinforces this. She hit on air force guys. She’s not going to just be giggly and awkward. Jing may not be the most complex charcter but she’s better than this. Aside from the baffling Kathy Lee Gifford gag, this is the only thing I really don’t like abotu the story, and it lasts two pages before it’s resolved and in a 22 or so page story, that’s a good chunk of it spent on something that isn’t funny and that’s out of character even within story. That being said it dosen’t drag the story down entirely, still a good story. Just a bit uneven is all. 

But unsurprisingly Tashi escapes her earlier imprisonment offscreen to let Jing know not only the full extent of Bliz Whiz’s machenations, i.e. that the other coaches are in on it, but that the hockey player is really just one of Bliz’s minons uner a glamour. WIth that knowledge Jing asks why she’d help and Tashi shows her inner honor beneath the whole rival deal, pointing out she wants to win from a GOOD team next year. With the jig up Jing pulvirzes her former crush, claims to have been under a spell (no one byes it) and the elves clean house and win. Super fuckin shooter. As for Bliz Whiz he tries to steal the trophy but instead gets booted into the snow leopards box, phrasing... it doesn’t end well for him. 

And yeah while he comes back eventually, some how, apparently, for most of the stories after this he’s just.. dead. He was killed and then his remains eaten. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

But Jing admits she had fun, she and her dad bond and we get one last gag as he assumes she learned not to showboat only for her to block everyone else in the team photo. Falalallal we’re out. 

Final Thoughts: As I said, one of my faviorites. It’s really well paced, has a good premise and only one part drags at all and only that part and one gag really don’t land. The rest of it is really funny, nice and touching, and overall a nice shakeup from these stories usual pattern of “Jing getting into hyjinks”. While she DOES here, her and her dad are literally and figuartvely on the same team, and she does show a sweeter side genuinely bonding with her dad and it’s nice to see them actually enjoy each other’s company for once. It’s a nice change of pace and one I wish more of the stories had. I’m not saying they all have to be holly jolly but i’d be nice if more of them had a bit of heart to them is all. Tis the season and all that. Still for what it is, it’s a fun ride and I highly recommend it. We’ll probably see her again sometime this season but that’s a bit off.  For now coming up I have some ducktales to tell, a chapter in a man’s life story that’s long overdue, a holiday mess I wish I didn’t have to clean up, and in the distant future.. an old friend to reconnect with. Until then if you liked this review reblog it, comment etc all that good stuff, and you can send me asks with suggestions fo ra review or direct message me, or ask for my discord, to comission a review yourself. Until then, happy holidays. 

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You’re still the smartest girl I know; John Deacon x daughter teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys wow my final crunch time at college has kept me REALLY busy with all these final projects that I need to do, so my thanksgiving break is gonna be INSANE with doing all this work that I need to do BUT the good news is is that I had this request done in my downtime that I had, so to the anon who requested this awhile back, I’m SOOO SORRY for getting it to you so late but I hope you love it either way.

I also have updates on a few of my series so I may end up making a post about my writing updates and what all I plan to work on to try and get more organized with all that I have to do. So I’ve got two updates for you guys so I hope you all like this fic.

Warnings: school, mild angst, failing school, FLUFF, Dad!Deacy (cause let’s face it its a warning because he’s FREAKIN ADORABLE!!!) and my unknown knowledge of how Catholic schools work, so if I’m wrong about something, PLEASE send me a comment or an inbox to correct it. 

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I just don’t get it.  My dad graduated with 8 GCE O level and 3 A level in electronics, he’s designed his own amp, and helps with not only the family finances but the band finances too. He’s the smartest guy I know and I share half of his genius, or at least I should.  

I needed to sustain at least a 3.50 average to stay in my current Catholic secondary school but with my failing classes I’m barely at a 2.50.  It’s not that I don’t try to do the work I do the homework and attend the lectures, it’s just that some of my classes like Geometry and Ancient religions, the teachers make the assignments so confusing.

Even when I would write the papers, they always found something to pick at and I end up with either C’s or even D’s on my papers, even when I would stay up all night skimming through book after book to get the required aspects they ask for. Also their quizzes and exams are so unfair, they would tell us this or that would be on the test, but by the time the test came around, absolutely NONE of the stuff they said would be on it, is on it. Hell they’ve put things down that we haven’t even learned yet.

It was currently Fall break and I spending some time with my family for the holiday trying to get my mind off of school.  I was watching over my brothers rough house in the backyard.  God they were so lucky they don’t have to deal with the harsh school life just yet.

“So (y/n) how’s school going love?” I heard my mum say.  I quickly looked up at her and said quickly.

“School’s fine.” She looked at me skeptically.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yeah mum, everything’s fine.” Then fortunately saved by the bell, the doorbell rang and I immediately shot up and said. “I’ll get it!” I quickly raced to the front door and cracked it open.  And there at the door was the mail carrier.  He took out of his bag our mail for the day and he said.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

“Thanks Gardner, have a good day.” I said.  He nodded and walked off the curb and continued down the road with his route. I closed the door and skimmed through the mail.  Most of it was bills, some Queen stuff for dad to sign and look over, but then there was a letter from the school sent to me.  At this point my heart was racing.

“Who was that?” Oh shit dad.  I turned around to see him coming down the stairs holding my baby sister who had probably just woken up from her nap.

“Oh just the mail. Mostly bills this time, but then again what else is new. And there’s some Queen stuff for you to look over dad.” I handed him most of the mail but kept the letter from London University for me.

“Well what’s that?”

“What? Oh this oh it’s just junk mail. Something about 20% interest rate on life insurance from a different company. Damn things are just scams anyway. I’ll shred it dad.” I walked up and kissed his cheek then my baby sister before racing upstairs.

As soon as I reached my room, I closed the door and locked it and leaned against it in a panic.  Nervously I opened up the envelope and it read the worst thing I could imagine.

To Miss (Y/n) (M/n) Deacon,

It has come to our attention of your low grades. It is required that your parents come in for a meeting with the Headmaster in regards to your low grades.

At that point my mind went blank as I ignored all that the letter said.  Tears formed in my eyes.  Goddamnit why did they send this letter? Cause first comes the letter, then the phone calls will follow.  I’ve tried so hard to keep my struggles in school away from my parents because I didn’t want them to get involved, that all I needed to do was try better since that’s all teachers seem to push onto me, if not then I’ll make it up in summer school.  

I just wanted to prove that I was as smart as my dad is.

So I hide the letter in the folds of my diary knowing that my parents don’t go snooping around it and putting it in the secret place where I know my snoopy brothers can’t get to it (thank god I change places every week) and tried to forget about it.  It was then a knock was heard at my door.

“(Y/n)? Poppet is everything okay in there?”

“Uhh—yeah dad everything’s fine.”

“Then why is your door locked?”

“I’m changing clothes dad, I’m meeting Stacy and Courtney for a movie later tonight.” There was a brief moment of silence before he said.

“Alright but at least unlock it. We’ve talked about this before, plus your brothers think girls are gross so I doubt they’d pop in on their sister changing.”

“Okay dad sorry.” Thank god he bought it.  I then went over to my phone and tried to make my lie seem real as I called both Stacy and Courtney to meet me at the theater in 15min.

Thankfully since it was the weekend, my parents let me go out later than usual so long as I was back before ten.  My dad gave me some money for the tickets and food and we kissed each other goodbye and I drove off to the theater.

I soon met my two best friends and we decided to just walk around the mall instead going to see a movie.  It was there I told the girls everything.  As they were trying on new stuff from a new store called The Gap, I said to them.

“What am I gonna do girls?”

“Well you know me girl, if I were you I’d just come clean.” Said Courtney.

“Are you crazy?! No way can she tell them about this. Okay chick this is what you do. You answer any calls the school makes and come up with any and every excuse you’ve got.” Stacy said as she peeked over her changing room into Courtney’s.

“Stace, no offense but your parents may buy into that but I’ve met her mum and dad and they aren’t stupid like yours are.”

“Yeah you got a point. Hell I could go to prison for murder and my parents wouldn’t care.”

“Guys hello! Back to me.” I begged.

“Sorry. Well looks like your screwed chickadee.”

“Oh gee thanks Stace.”

“Look (y/n). All I can tell you is that you won’t be able to hide this forever. Just—show them the note and tell them the truth. I’m sure they’ll understand if you explain it to them. And I can back you up about Mr. Crowley. Guy’s a right up arsehole if you ask me. Gave me -20 points because I used the wrong citation for the Bibliography page. And it was only one source that was labeled wrong” Said Courtney.

“Yeah and our Geometry teacher Miss. Ringo, I can barely understand what she’s saying with that thick Dutch accent of hers. Gave me a 30% on our last exam.”

“That’s because all you did was doodle and call her an old bat.” I said bluntly.

“Oh yeah. But oh man you should’ve seen the look on her face on the last homework assignment we had.”

“I don’t even wanna know.” Said Courtney.

“Trust me you don’t.” I vouched.

“Hey come on, let’s forget about school, get you to try on some clothes. We’ll go to the food court and get your mind off of things. Sound good?” Stacy said as she came out wearing a new jean jacket with suspenders underneath.  I nodded and said with a smile.

“Thanks guys, you’re the best friends I could ask for.”

“Hey divas in diapers remember? The three musketeers. The triple threat angelz.”

“With a Z because…..”

“We’re bad bitches!” we all exclaimed as we held our right hands out in a fist touching each other’s in a triangle shape.  And so that’s how it was, the girls helped me get my mind off of the letter and the stress of school with a good Girl’s day out.

A couple days later I was back in school in my Ancient Religions class. Mr. Crowley of course barely allowed any time for me to fully write down what he had on the board because he immediately went to the next thing.  He never once asked if anyone had any questions and if someone stopped him, he’d slam the ruler down on the student’s desk and either ask them to meet him after class, or just give them detention.

“Alright students; I’m going to give you your final assignment for the semester for you to do just before winter break.” Everyone groaned.  He had just give us a 10 page paper on how Christianity as a whole effected the Global conquest, and now he’s giving us another essay to do. “Hey, hey, hey, hey! No complaints you miscreants!”

But just before he could continue, the intercom beeped above us.

“Mr. Crowley?”

“Yes?” he said annoyedly.

“Will you please send Miss. Deacon into the office.”

“She’s on her way.”

“Thank you.”

“(Y/n) Deacon.” At that point everyone but Courtney all made the ‘oooo busted’ vocals. I flipped them off as Mr. Crowley made me my hall pass so that I wouldn’t get caught by a teacher patrolling the halls.  I grabbed my bag and left the classroom.

I walked down the second floor staircase, down to the main level and turned towards the entrance where the main office was.  I walked in and I said.

“I’m (Y/n) Deacon. I was told to come here from Mr. Crowley’s class.” The receptionist said.

“Ahh yes Miss. Deacon. The Headmaster would like to speak with you.” Oh shit. This is probably about that letter.  I swallowed nervously and hung my bag further up my shoulder and walked down the corridor towards the Headmaster’s office.  It felt like the walkway was getting longer as I walked towards that dreaded office room, that was until finally I arrived at it.

Slowly I reached up and knocked on it.  There was a brief period of silence before a low voice said.

“Come in.” I opened the door and there standing at the grand desk was Headmaster Byron.  He was a fairly older man (if I had to make a guess I’d say currently around Miami’s age). He was a bit—you now stout shape wise. He was going bald and he wore glasses over his hazel eyes. “Ahh Miss. Deacon please sit down.” I walked in and nervously sat down at the chair in front of me.

“You—wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes. I’ve called you down here regarding a letter I had sent over the fall break. I expected to hear a call from your parents but I hadn’t heard anything back from them. Is there a problem?” Oh god what do I say to him?

“Well I—I guess the mail service was just a little slow. Because we haven’t received the letter just yet.”

“Hmm well that’s unusual. Usually the mail service is properly on time. I mean at least we’re more organized than the American system at least to my knowledge.”

“Yeah guess they must’ve lost it.” I said nervously fiddling with my fingers, anxiously picking at my nails.

“In that case; I can send you with another copy of the letter. But if I don’t hear anything within 24hours expect the first phone call.” I nodded as he handed me the same letter that I had gotten in the mail over the break.  I thanked him and quickly headed out of the office. On my way back to class I ripped the letter up into as many pieces as I could before discarding it into the nearest bin and returned to class like nothing happened.

After school I was in my room trying to make sense of the math homework I had to deal with and that’s when a knock was heard at my open door.  I looked up and there stood my mum.

“Hey love. So you’re dad’s working late tonight with the band so I’m ordering a pizza for dinner. What would you like on yours?”

“Get me a full cheese and my toppings are sausage and pepperoni.”

“You got it. Doing homework?” I nodded solemnly. “Which class is it for?”

“Geometry.”

“Oh yeah, I remember taking that class. Hardest thing I ever knew. In fact all math was difficult for me. Thank god for your dad though, he was always better at finances than I was. That’s how we met as a matter of fact, I was struggling with my Algebra homework and he offered to help me since we were in the same class together.” Lucky her that she at least had dad to help her, meanwhile I on the other hand had absolutely no one to help me.

Everyone was in it for themselves, not even the teacher was willing to give us tutoring sessions if we didn’t get any of the stuff taught in class. He just expected us to memorize and do everything correctly.

“Say, speaking of geometry did you get the midterm results back yet?” Oh god that’s right. Dad actually skipped out on Queen rehearsals to help tutor me for the upcoming fall midterm exam.

Unfortunately for all that hard work, nothing we had practiced was on the midterm, half the stuff was gibberish to me so I just wrote random answers that I could and I ended up with an F.

“He uhh—he got super busy grading our other stuff that he didn’t have time to look over the midterms. But he said hopefully in the next week or two he’ll get to it.”

“Are you sure?” I nodded and she looked at me skeptically.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll call you when dinner arrives okay?”

“Sounds good mum. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She kissed the top of my head and left my room.  I turned away and tossed my books and homework off my bed and buried my face into my bedsheets and softly began to cry.

Why? Why does this have to happen to me?! Why can’t I just get the damn work? Why do I have to be such a fucking idiot!?!?

Days passed and I still didn’t have the heart to tell my parents that I was failing school.  And when the phone started ringing I tried to make an effort to try and answer it before they did, fearing that it was the school.

Some calls it was to which I would make excuses for the school and then tell my mum and dad that it was just boring telemarketers trying to sell us stuff. Other times it’d be Uncle Freddie or uncle Roger calling for Deacy about some Queen business stuff (and of course I chatted with them, I’ve known them ever since I was a baby, plus Freddie was my godfather—or I should say fairy godmother).

But it wasn’t until one day when I came home from an afterschool football game Stacy and Courtney invited me to, that I would pay dearly for the lie that I had been trying to keep.

“Yeah I know and when Bobby finally scored the winning goal I swear it was a one and a million shot he got that!” Stacy exclaimed as we got out of her car and walked up my driveway before stopping at the gate.

“I tell you you’ve got one lucky man right there Stace. Your boy’s gonna go far in football.” Said Courtney.

“All I know is that for the first time in decades our school is finally in the playoffs and that we might have a shot of winning the district championship since 1971.” I said.

“Well we definitely have the best team to get us there. Not to mention the cutest.” Courtney said before snickering towards the end.

“I’ll drink to that.” I said taking a shot of my water.

“(Y/n). Can you come in here please?” I looked up to see my dad standing there by the door.  His arms crossed over his chest and I could tell something was wrong.

“Yeah dad I’ll be right there. See you girls Monday then?”

“We’ll save you a seat at the cafeteria before homeroom.” The girls then walked back to the car and they drove off.  I opened the gate and trotted up the stairs before standing in front of him.

“Is something wrong dad?”

“Come in the house and let’s talk.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me inside.  As we walked through the house towards the kitchen, I could feel the tension in the air. It was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.  My mum sat there at the kitchen table looking distraught almost. “Have a seat.” Okay now I was getting a little freaked out.

I sat down and that’s when dad stood behind mum placing his hands on her shoulders.

“(Y/n), has something been going on at school that you’re not telling us?” asked my mum concerned.

“No—why do you ask?”

“Well we caught Robert and Michael reading your diary and—”

“They what!? MICHAEL! ROBERT GET YOUR ARSES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE BUGGERS!!!”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Language and lower that tone in your voice!” dad snapped at me. “We handled the boys, but it was then we found this.” He took something out of his pocket before unfolding it and placing it down right in front of me on the table.  My heart sunk and my throat grew dry.

It was the first letter sent in by my school.

“So we called the school and they said they’ve been trying to get in touch with us. And that you said we didn’t receive any letter the first time around so the Headmaster gave you a second letter.” Mum stated more in an interrogating tone than the concerned tone she had earlier.

“Have you really been failing your classes? And this time don’t. Lie. To us.”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“They said you’re barely holding a 2.50 GPA.”

“Well I—I just….I don’t mean to I-I-I-I….the teachers they’re…..” I kept rambling as I felt tears in my eyes and my throat clenched. “I don’t get why I’m being target.”

“The better question is why did you lie to us!? You’ve known about your grades for what weeks? And you lied to us every time a grade was mentioned! Do you have any idea the level of betrayal you’ve given to me and your mother!?” my dad’s voice slowly raised up in anger.

I tucked away in fear at his intimidating voice.  He rarely and I say this with a big emphasis that my dad rarely gets mad, but when he does—oh god help us all.  I didn’t answer.  Couldn’t answer him.

“(Y/n) (m/n) Deacon answer me when I’m talking to you!” he snapped.  I looked up fearfully and ashamed and I did the only thing that was running through my mind.

Run.

I got up and as quick as I could I raced out of the house and down the street.  I fucked up. I know, but at this point it was too late. Just seeing my dad get angry with me, I knew he hated me now.

I ran all the way down the street and turned left and ran towards old widow Johannsson’s back garden.  I opened the gate that stood around her AC vent and locked the door so that no one could open it.  I leaned against the corner of the gate and just sobbed as hard as I could.

All of my fears and sorrow came out as I wept hysterically and choked on my sobs, that’s when I heard my dad’s voice calling out my name.  I held my hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet as his voice got louder and louder.  I soon saw him through the cracks in the fence as he looked around.  Unfortunately a sniffle just had to come out and soon dad turned towards the fence.

“(Y/n)?”

“Please just go away and let me cry in peace.” I choked out.

“That’s not going to happen, now c’mon open the gate.”

“No you—you already hate me.” He scoffed out a sigh.

“Wha—what makes you think I hate you?” he asked in disbelief.

“You only yell when you hate someone. And now you hate me. You hate me that I lied to you. You hate me for keeping secrets. And you hate me because I’m stupid.”

“Hello? What—what is going on out here?” widow Johansson came out on top of her deck and looked down towards us.

“I’m sorry Valarie but—could you give us a few minutes?” she must’ve looked down and saw me because that’s when she slowly backed off and allowed my dad to talk to me again. “(Y/n), love I—I don’t hate you. Yeah I’m upset because you lied to your mum and I but I could never, ever hate you.”

“But you do dad don’t deny it. I kept this from you and you’ll never forgive me. You’ll never love me again because I’m a stupid bitch who can’t understand anything!”

“First of all you are not a stupid bitch. You are a brilliant, smart, beautiful young girl. And I will always love you no matter what.”

“Stop saying that. Please just go away please…..” I trailed off before pleading out one last time. “Please.” With that I didn’t hear another response from him as I continued to softly weep.  I could hear footsteps walking up widow Johansson’s back deck and then the back door closed.  I looked up and saw my dad as well as widow Johansson gone.  I wiped my tears and just curled myself into a ball.

I don’t know how much time passed but I knew it wasn’t long, maybe 5-7 minutes because the next thing I hear are footsteps walking back down the deck and my dad sitting himself down against the gate.  It was then I heard a guitar being strummed before a familiar tune was being played.

It was strange to hear it on guitar instead of an electric piano like it was on the record but the tune was easily recognizable, especially when my dad softly began singing the lyrics.  And sure he didn’t have as good a voice as my uncles did but—he still made the song count.

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

While it is true that my dad wrote this song for my mum back when a Night at the Opera came out, he also written it for me as well.  Because when he first played it for us, he said he wanted a song dedicated to his favorite girls.  

So taking the electric piano he practiced and practiced till he knew how to play the tune and since then the song’s been like a comforting lullaby to me.  And he’s played and sung it to me ever since.

Ooh, you make me live Whenever this world is cruel to me I got you to help me forgive Ooh, you make me live now honey Ooh, you make me live

You're the first one When things turn out bad You know I'll never be lonely You're my only one And I love the things I really love the things that you do Oh, you're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live

I'm happy at home You're my best friend

He stopped playing and slightly turned towards me.  I wiped away my tears and just like it always did, it made me stop crying.

“Guess I still got it huh?”

“Shut up.” I muttered which made him softly chuckle.

“Can you please open the gate love? Let me see my best friend.” He asked.  I slowly scooted towards the gate and slowly reached for the handle.  I held onto it for a while and I pulled one side down which caused the other side to lift up.  The gate slowly opened and there sitting a few feet away from me was my dad.  “There she is.”

I sniffled and wiped away the tearstains but I was still afraid to look him in the eye for more than a second.  I felt his hand cup the side of my face wiping away the tears.

“Do you think you can talk to me now?” I nodded. “Okay. Now (y/n) please explain to me why you lied to us about your grades?”

“Because I—I wanted to prove myself.”

“Prove yourself about what?”

“That I could be as smart as you. You’re the smartest man I know and you never seem to get stumped about anything. You graduates college with the highest in your major, you’ve built your own amps from old junk, and you handle both our finances as well as the bands. But—the schoolwork I’m given is so beyond hard. I tried my best dad it’s not that I don’t do the homework because I do. I really do, it’s just that…..”

“Hey, hey poppet. Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” I sniffled and harshly wiped my tears away but my dad stopped me and replaced my thick sleeve with his gentle but calloused fingers.  “I know you do the homework. I’ve seen you do it and so has your mum.”

“But the teachers make it so unfair to learn. They say this or that will be on the test but then something we haven’t even learned yet is what ends up as majority of the questions. Or they’re not consistent with what they want on the papers before giving us a bigger paper the next day after the previous one. Dad I—I’m a failure. And I didn’t want you to be ashamed of having a stupid daughter like me.”

“Oh (y/n),” he scooted closer to me and cupped both sides of my face forcing me to look up at him with teary eyes. “I am in no way, nor will I ever be ashamed to have you as my daughter. You’re my first baby girl and I love you soo much. You don’t have to be a genius like me to be my daughter, because you are smart in your own clever way.”

“But I—I’m failing my classes, how can I be smart when I’m failing?”

“You’re still trying, are you not?” I shrugged.

“I guess.”

“Then that proves your smart. Oh my sweet girl I wish you had come to me about this sooner instead of feeling like you had to hide this from me.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” I softly choked out.

“It’s okay love. Now come here, you deserve cuddles and kisses right now.” I immediately fell into his arms and buried myself into his shoulder.  He rubbed my back in soothing circles and stroked through my hair. “We’ll get this sorted out okay? But promise me that you’ll never lie to us about school again, okay?”

“I promise…..never again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And they did just that.  I showed my parents everything regarding exams, homework and showed just how unfair the work was for me.  I showed them my notes and told them what my teachers were really like.

The next day they scheduled a meeting with the headmaster and they talked about how the teachers are treating me and my fellow classmates unfairly with too much work and not unfair teachings of not asking for help.

Now one would think after telling you this I got off scot-free right? Wrong. I was grounded for the same amount of time that I had lied to my parents about school, so that meant over a week and a half of no TV, no after school activities and no phone privileges.

But after getting the teachers fired and currently dealing with substitutes for the rest of the year, whenever dad wasn’t busy with Queen; he made a promise to sit down with me and if there was anything I was stuck on, he’d help me with it. No matter how long it took.

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Chance Encounter

The self-indulgent Literati oneshot no one asked for about a chance meeting between Rory and Jess after the Bracebridge Dinner! Merry Christmas!

Rory wakes with a crick in her neck. For a moment she blinks, disorientated and wondering why Lorelai is squashed up beside her, until Rory remembers. I was the Bracebridge dinner tonight and they're staying at the Independence Inn. Emily was sharing with them but she went for a walk before Rory and Lorelai fell asleep and, as her eyes adjust to the dark, Rory can see her bed is still vacated. She guesses her grandmother must have gone back to her original room. Slowly, Rory eases out of the bed. Her mother makes a protesting sound but quickly falls back to sleep as Rory gets up. As quietly as she can Rory uses the bathroom, holding her breath as she washes her hands, but her mother hasn't stirred as Rory slips back into the room. She was going to just get back into the other bed but Rory is suddenly so thirsty she can't stand it. There's a glass on the table she can use but as well as the crick in her neck, Rory is suddenly wide awake and knows she won't sleep. Carefully picking up the other pair of slippers Emily deemed too small, Rory pushes her feet into them, pulls on her robe and quietly walks to the door. A glance behind her shows Lorelai still asleep. As Rory puts her hand on the door to open it she hears Lorelai mumble,

"Stupid stepmother."

"Sherry's not my stepmother. Go back to sleep, Mom."

"Mm," Lorelai agrees. Rory waits for her to roll back over before slowly turning the door handle and letting herself into the hall.

"Fancy meeting you here."

"What are you doing up?" Rory exclaims. Jess smiles, raising his eyebrows and says, "Could ask you the same thing."

"I got thirsty...I wanted a drink."

"Something like that for me too," Jess says. "Nice pjs, by the way."

"Thanks," Rory says, feeling herself blush as she tightens her robe. "Nice shirt."

"Oh, thanks," Jess says, glancing down. He's clad in sweatpants, shoes, an old Metallica shirt and, inexplicably, his jacket is bunched up under his arm. "I think it sets off my eyes, don't you?"

"Oh, sure. What's with the coat?"

"What?" Jess asks innocently as Rory points at it. "Oh, nothing...just in case I wanted a walk."

"Of course."

"So you're thirsty, huh?" Jess says, grinning. "Me too. I don't know about you but I could use a snack."

"After that giant dinner?"

"Excuse me, I've seen you eat. Don't tell me you couldn't eat something. Plus, half the food at that meal was weird. What the hell was that green stuff on the soup?"

Jess has a point. Now that he mentions it Rory does feel a little hungry, and she's been told numerous times she can always help herself to anything in the Inn's kitchen. She hesitates, smiles and nods.

"Okay, deal."

"Lead the way."

Rory heads to the stairs, strangely shy as she starts descending them with Jess behind her. It's the dead of night but Rory can't help wondering what she'll say if a guest comes out of their room and asks what on earth she and Jess are doing. What if Dean comes out? He won't believe this is unplanned.

"What?" Jess asks, catching her expression. Rory has switched on the light and is glancing around the kitchen, biting her lip.

"Nothing," Rory says briskly. "Sit down and place your order."

"Yes ma'am," Jess says with an obliging grin. "What do I have to do for room service?"

"Carry it upstairs."

Jess coughs, and nods as Rory suggests, "Sandwich?"

Rory pours a glass of water for her and Jess and, as she sips, notices he's still looking at her.

"What?"

"What what?"

"Nothing..."

Silently, Rory wonders if he's amused by her nightwear. At least she's not wearing the pyjamas with Mr Peanut on them. Opening the refrigerator Rory gets out bread and an assortment of cheese and meat for the sandwiches and two plates from the cupboard. As she passes it to Jess her thumb brushes his and a stream of warmth rushes through her.

"Thanks," Jess says and Rory nods.

"No problem."

Jess starts assembling his sandwich and Rory busies herself with cutting a tomato. It was just the surprise of contact that is making her feel weird, she tells herself uneasily. It's got nothing to do with Jess. But as Rory looks back up she sees Jess smile at her and the warm weakness goes right to her knees.

"Thank you," Jess says sincerely, indicating at his sandwich. "This is great."

"I just opened the fridge."

"Got me into the kitchen though," Jess argues. "I'll have to pay you back someday."

"How so?"

"I'll figure something out."

Feeling herself blush, Rory takes a large bite of her sandwich. For a while she and Jess eat in contented silence and, as Rory finishes her water, she feels herself relax. This is kind of fun, like before, when Jess jumped into the sleigh. Not that Rory's going to tell him that, when he could have hurt himself. Jess smiles at Rory again and without thinking she says, "I'm sorry you can't go home for the holidays."

The light mood has dropped as Jess mumbles, "No big deal."

"I'm sorry," Rory says, wondering how best to take her foot out of her mouth. "But you know, Stars Hollow can be great at this time of year."

The look Jess gives her shows Rory she's only succeeded in putting her foot further in.

"Gee, I'll bet. Let me guess, you all have a live enactment of a Charlie Brown Christmas and skip afterwards."

"No, but sometimes they show it at the bookstore," Rory says earnestly, making Jess laugh. "And sometimes Kirk does the Snoopy dance!"

"Now that I've got to see."

"We can arrange that!"

"We can, huh?" Jess says, leaning across the counter. "So what else does Stars Hollow offer this time of year?"

"Um, there's the Winter Carnival, and hot cider at Doose's and the snowman building contest though you already saw that," Rory says, starting to feel a little foolish. "Nothing that exciting, right?"

"Hey, I didn't say that. Will you show me Kirk's Snoopy dance?"

"I'll show you in that I'll take you, but I won't demonstrate," Rory says and Jess starts laughing. "Stop!"

"Sorry, it's just an interesting mental image."

"Nothing can compare to Kirk's."

"I'm sure," Jess says, wiping his eyes. "So Rory, what are your big Christmas plans?"

"A lot of nothing."

"Sounds good."

"Plus homework and a ton of work for the Chilton newsletter."

"Jeez, I thought you were on break."

"You don't get that much of one."

"That much is clear. Are you doing anything besides schoolwork?"

"Actually, my dad and his girlfriend invited me to come stay," Rory says, looking at her hands. "I've never visited them before."

"You haven't?"

"Nope - I've never met Sherry, his girlfriend. Mom's kind of wigging."

"Huh," Jess says. Rory looks up but he isn't mocking and his voice is serious as he asks, "Think you'll go?"

"I don't know...maybe. It feels a little weird. My dad didn't even come here until last year. I'd just see him at my grandparents' house or talk on the phone."

"Do you get along with him?"

"Of course," Rory says automatically but then she shrugs. "I guess I don't know him too well."

Jess nods and Rory feels a little weird, saying it out loud. She never talks about Christopher to anyone besides Lorelai and here she is bringing it up with Jess. "So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you talk to your dad much?"

"I don't have a dad."

"What?" Rory asks dumbly and Jess says, "He took off right after I was born. Said he was buying diapers."

Jess's voice is matter-of-fact but Rory exclaims, "Jess, that's terrible!"

"It happens."

"I know it happens," Rory says, flustered, "but it shouldn't happen."

Jess shrugs. "It's what it is," he says, taking a final bite of his sandwich. "I didn't know the guy so I don't miss him."

Rory bites her lip and Jess laughs, getting off the stool. "Jeez, it's okay. Don't feel bad about asking."

Rory nods, taking her plate to the sink. She's curious to know more; what Jess's mom is like, if he's going to miss her over Christmas, if he minds not being asked to come home. He must mind - how could he not? But Rory knows she can't ask. Instead, she busies herself with washing the plate and then Jess is by her side and scrubbing his. His hands jostle against hers in the soapy water, sending that warmth through Rory again and quickly she steps aside and dries her hand. Once she's done she tosses the towel to Jess and, as he wipes his hands dry, he asks, "You hang out here often?"

"Kind of - I used to come here a lot after school, when I went to Stars Hollow High. And I lived here as a kid."

"You did?"

"Yeah, in the potting shed. It was like our own apartment, mine and Mom's. I loved it here."

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," Rory admits. "I like having my own room though."

Jess smiles and Rory's eyes land on his coat on the chair.

"So where were you going?" she asks shrewdly. "You were heading out somewhere - you've got your shoes on too."

"Slippers looked a little flimsy."

"And what, you were planning on a hike? It's below thirty degrees outside!"

"I just...needed some air," Jess says vaguely and Rory rolls her eyes.

"You were going to smoke, right?"

Jess nods but he still looks a little sheepish. He picks up the coat and says, "Hey, you want to come out for a minute?"

"I'm not much of a smoker."

"No - I just meant, it looks pretty out there."

It sounds odd to hear Jess say pretty but Rory doesn't challenge him on it. She grabs one of the spare jackets hanging on the wall and says, "Maybe just for a minute."

Jess grins as Rory buttons the jacket and follows him outside. It's so cold that Rory's breath is instantly taken away but it's also stunningly beautiful. The world is shimmering in sparkling white and Rory's breath comes out in a frost as she says, "Wow."

"Not bad."

"Are you kidding? It's beautiful."

Rory steps out onto the snow, not caring that her slippers soak through, and stares up at the midnight sky. The stars are impossibly bright.

"It's pretty nice," Jess admits and, when Rory turns back to look him, he's smiling. "I'm glad we came out here."

"Yeah," Rory says shyly. "Me too."

For a moment they smile unsurely at each other. The banter from earlier in the sleigh has been replaced with something else, something Rory isn't sure what to do with, but before she can wonder what to say Jess asks, "Will you show me where you lived?"

"The potting shed? How come?"

"I just want to see it."

"You know, Rune lives there now - Jackson's cousin."

"I'd still like to see it," Jess says. "If that's okay."

"Sure," Rory says, a little puzzled. "It's down by the lake."

They pad silently through the snow and around the gleaming water to the small building where Rory stops, nodding at it.

"Here. I know it doesn't look like much but Mom put up rosebud wallpaper and curtains and on warm nights we'd feed the ducks and watch the fireworks and she'd say they were for me..." Rory's voice trails off and she says, "It was just really nice."

"I'm sure it was," Jess says, with no trace of sarcasm. Rory looks at him and Jess gives her a small smile.

"Looks way better than any of the apartments Liz and I shared."

"Grandma thought it was awful. She's never lived anywhere like this. I never felt like I missed out, living here...I was happy. I think Mom was too."

As Rory says it she realises she isn't sure. She stares at the shed for a moment and Jess asks, "Rory?"

"I'm fine," Rory says, shivering. "Just cold."

They head back up to the inn and Jess looks over at the snowmen.

"I still think your snowman - sorry, snowwoman - should win."

"Agreed, but that one on the end will win."

"But it's so overdone!"

"I know, but the judges won't see it that way," Rory sighs. "It was fun to build at least."

Jess nods, still looking and stops just outside the doorway to the inn.

"You're not coming inside?" Rory asks, surprised. "Jess, it's freezing!"

"I'll be there in a minute, unless you want to stay out a little longer."

"Oh, you want to smoke," Rory guesses and Jess nods. "I'm way too cold to stay out any longer! I guess I'll see you in the morning then.

"Goodnight, Rory. Thanks for showing me the shed. And thanks for the snack too."

"It was fun," Rory says, smiling. "Goodnight, Jess."

Rory tiptoes back up the stairs and into the bedroom. Despite the cold from outside she feels warmed through as she creeps back into her bed and is still smiling as she closes her eyes. The next thing she knows Lorelai is waking her up and asking where the jacket Rory left on the chair came from.

As the guests start to leave and Rory has just about convinced Lorelai of her need for fresh air (at midnight?) Jess catches her eye. He and Rory smile, Rory glancing down and back up to see him still looking. She's smiling shyly back until she notices Dean see them and quickly ducks her gaze, hoping he doesn't figure anything out. It's strange, Rory feels like she's been with Dean forever now, yet can't imagine sneaking out with him anywhere. Of course there was the time they stayed out all night after the dance but that was an accident. Rory can't picture Dean wanting to explore the inn in the middle of the night, let alone go outside. He'd just protest that it's freezing and, before last night, Rory didn't think she'd ever want to either. Yet she's still smiling when she's thinking of being out with Jess like that, while the rest of Stars Hollow slept. It's their adventure and theirs alone. Rory knows she'll never tell Lorelai. She jumps as her mother says in a tired voice, "Ugh, let's go home."

As they take the sleigh back (the only way to travel, Rory's decided) she stares at the fancy snowman, or rather, the remains of it. Someone has completed kicked it to pieces and a slow smile starts across Rory's face. She guesses Jess didn't stop to smoke after all. She turns around to look at it properly and is still laughing as they pull away from it.

"Seeing the competition destroyed has put you in that good a mood?" Lorelai teases. "You're all set for The Godfather."

"It's not that, it's just -"

"What?"

"Nothing," Rory says, smiling at her mother. "It's just a happy time of year!"

[mikaa-exe]

Demon hunter au | Demon!Hyunjin x DemonHunter!Reader

Requested by @jung-snoopy-woo, thank you so much for your kind words ^^

•Gender neutral reader

•fluff uwu

•some swear words here and there

•might have some typos but I'll fix them asap if I find any

Ok

We don't want to brag here but

You kinda were the best demon hunter of your area

Those naughty creatures got nothing on you

You were always one step ahead

You've been doing this for so long that you already knew every trick they would use to mislead you, every action and almost every face and name -_-

And you could see that they were scared of you, even if they didn't show it

You're basically a whole badass reader damn!!

Let's give some context here

So there's been demons around since before you were born

They aren't the evil bloodthristy creatures that you normally find in books or movies

Well most of them aren't

Some of them kill and do that whole satan thing but the rest are chill most of the time

They're just a pain in the butt jesus

The demons love to be mischievous and play tricks on every one

They steal not because they need money or products but because they love chaos

They go to peoples houses just to mess with their closets and dishes

They eat your food before you can even finish cooking it

They even steal candies from children >:( those bastards

So it's your job to capture these creatures when they get too out of control

You're amazing but there is one specific demon that haunts your nightmares

Hwang Hyunjin -_-

This demon has been YOUR pain in the butt for almost 6 years now!!

The first time he appeared was in your bedroom, you were about to fall asleep when you felt your hair being pulled from behind you

Boy you were hella fast to jump from your bed and grab the closest thing to you in that moment, which was YOUR GUN- no I'm joking, it was a knife, you don't bring guns to bed, that's gross

You looked around but it was too dark to see anything so you sneackly walked to the switch and BAM

No one was there

The fuck

-_-

Now at this point you were positive it was a demon but why wasn't he showing itself or attacking you again? That's not common of them

-"Did you lose something?"

JESUSWTFISHAPPENINGBITCHIGOTAKNIFEANDIMNOTAFRAIDTOUSEIT

The voice behind you made you jump and hit your head in the light that hanged from the wall

Well ouch that was really unecessary

You looked up and--

Wow hello cutie

NOP

WHAT THE FUCK READER IT'S A DEMON AND IT JUST PULLED YOUR HAIR GET YOUR FEELINGS TOGETHER

The little shit had the audacy to l a u g h

Bitch

- "Aren't you supposed to be the best demon hunter here?"

You gave this little shit your scariest gaze

At least the scariest you could while sitting on the floor with your hair all over the place

-"WhY? dO yOu hAvE A pRoBlEm SiR?"

-"Mmh idk... Thought you'd be taller"

And just like that he desapeared, leaving you on the floor still trying to digest what the heck had happened here

So there you go, that's how you two met

From that day on he made sure to visit you almost everyday

He's the one who switches your socks right before you go out just to see you wearing mismatching socks like an idiot

He puts salt on your morning cereal and sugar on your lunch

He goes to school with you and just follows you everywhere

-"Is this what you chose to wear to school? Geez"

-"vxhdbxvvx can you not"

-"That girl is looking at you funny, you should spit on her"

-"WtF sPiT?!"

-"Omg the teacher asked you a question and you're taking this long to answer?"

-"Shut up I'm thinking!!!"

-"What if you stood up right now and started dancing the floss?"

-"Why would I do that?"

-"Why aren't you talking to me? :("

-"Hyunjin I am in class and I don't want to talk"

-"Why do you keep responding then?"

-"I'm about to punch you so hard--"

-"You can't, you're in class"

-"ARHHHHHH"

You would laugh at how ridiculous this situation was if it had nothing to do you with you

BUT IT HAD UFFF

You tried everything to get Hyunjin to leave you alone

Demon traps, boxes, holy water because why not

You tried violence once but the best you managed to do was throwing him some cookies

Guess what

You missed

And you waisted some perfectly good cookies :(

You're not a violent person in general bUT THIS BOY AHH

You even tried talking to him at one point about this whole situation but he was too busy drawing on your kitchen walls with tomato sauce

It was starting to get to you so you reported him to your superiors but they said they didn't have any complains about a demon named Hyunjin

So that means this idiot is only here to mess with you and you only

WHY CRUEL WORLD WHY

Ok

Let's be fair

He never seemed interested in actually hurting you or doing anything too mean

He just seemed to want your attention God knows why

So if you're stuck dealing with him might as well try and enjoy this situation

What do people usually say?

If you can't win, join them

Instead of yelling at him or throwing him your book collection for the third time you asked how his day went and even offered him some cookies

Let's just say he was s h o o k

He just stood there, mouth open and completly lost

JSHDJDBBDNSNVDKD

READER YOU BROKE HIM!!!

You?! Being nIcE to him?!

Is this a joke, where are the cameras?!

The only thing he managed to say was a shy "Good.." and a mumbled "no thanks"

O M G :o

The demon that's capable of spending the whole night talking about God knows what is out of words .. WOW!

The next day you found him repainting his old masterpiece on your kitchen wall but with mustard this time

You quietly walked up to him and replaced the mustard in his hand with a rug

-"I like this smell better"

HE WAS SO CONFUSED THE POOR THING!!

He looked down with the face of someone who was having an existential crisis and started cleaning your wall

You smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to which he responded with a blink and a worried smile

SJBDJSMBDJE HELP

So yeah, from that day foward you tried being nice to him and understanding his needs and actions

And if we're being honest here

He wasn't all that bad when you got to know him better

Aparently the other demons didn't like him that much so he tried to find other ways to entertain himself

You thought maybe boddering you was his way of expressing himself??

He thought that was the only way he could get your attetion

So you tried teaching him how to help instead of being annoying

He still went to school with you but now he insisted to help by carrying some of your stuff

He was quieter during classes and even started answering some questions on a notebook that you offered him

Maybe it was out of boredom but you were so happy!!

He was learning and that was so good and adorable! ^w^

He asked for your help sometimes with the things he couldn't solve

And you thought he looked so cute when he would bite your pencil whenever a harder question came up

You two started doing homework together and he was getting so much better at each subject

You felt like a proud mother :')

He would now watch you while you cooked for you both and would occasionally ask some questions like why did you put that in there or why were you mixing the ingredients with a fork and not a spoon

So you tried teaching him how to cook

Let's just say he was a whole m e s s

So after hours of intense baking you ended up with a weird red mix and some mashed potatoes

Your kitchen was dirty, sticky, slippery and oN FIRE OMG!!!!!!

After a visit from the fire department Hyunjin promised he would be more careful and ask you before turning on anything

You also discovered he was a whole teddy bear

Omg this boy was so soft and cuddly

He's such a clingy demon but he was also kinda shy, specially at first

THE UWUs

THEY EXPLODED

He started by getting closer to you until your shoulders touched but if you looked at him with a questioning gaze he would immediately push you to the ground and run away with a evil laugh and some flushed cheeks

Whenever you had free time you two would do a movie marathon that always ended up with holding hands or falling asleep on each other

He once had the brilliant idea that you two should definitely watch a horror movie one night

He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to prove you how strong he was and how he could protect you

But it didn't go like he had hoped to

You two ended up a trembling mess of limbs, cuddled up to each other as Hyunjin whispered how bad of an idea that was and how it was all your fault

THIS BITCH I CAN'T-

Some days you would just arrive home totally exhausted and Hyunjin would make you some warm tea and cuddle you on the sofa until you fell asleep

He'd try to stay awake in case you wanted to move or go to your room but you were so warm and cozy that he was gone not even a minute after you

He'd also insist on doing your hair when you were going out

He loved it and he had a lot of fun so anytime he had the opportunity he would ask you to let him help

At first you ended up with a mess of braids and accessories that formed a weird nest on your head

BUT HYUNJIN LOOKED SO HAPPY WITH HIS PUPPY EYES AHH

You ended up going out like that

But he got better with time

Whenever you had to leave him alone at home you would write him a list of things for him to do and others that he shouldn't even attempt to

You arrived later and found your house a little messier than before and Hyunjin cleaning a weird green goo that mysteriously fell on the floor

Y o u r f l o o r

But you couldn't be mad at him now, specially because when Hyunjin saw you he tackled and trapped you in a big bear hug that immediately melted all your anger

How can someone be so cute Hwang Hyunjin wHAT IS HE DOING TO YOU

How dare he mess with your feelings this way

You two started opening up more and more to each other and BAM that's how you got your super demon best friend :D

His mischievous side wasn't all gone, he still pranked you once in a while but now you were sure it wasn't for the sake of being mean

And he made sure to compensate you with cuddles, an attempt of a meal or a gift made of things he found around the house

It so was weird

At first you couldn't handle him but now you two are inseparable!

It's unusual but you both make it work

Your own way ^^

[lunnanunna]

Jae-in’s Relationship with X1

X1 12th Member AU:

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! I have been drowning in school work and I just started my new job. But I’m trying to update more. As always, requests are open! I’d love to get ideas on what to write for Jae-in and the boys.

Seungwoo:

These two have known each other for a few years now. Seungwoo’s older sister was a member of Secret under TS Entertainment, and she often, along with her other members, invited Jae-in along for outings, seeing as she was the only girl in B.A.P. So Jae-in often was invited to spend time with Sunhwa and her parents and siblings, i.e Seungwoo. They slowly became close friends, but lost contact as the years went by and Seungwoo debuted and Sunhwa left the company. Now that they have reconnected, these two are joined at the hip. Seungwoo looks out for her, just like he looks out for all his members, but also knows that she can hold her own. They are workout buddies and spend most of their time parenting the kids. He relies on her the most, due to her being in the industry for so long, and always being calm and collected. Since these two are very cuddly, they’ll cling to others, or each other (once the other members get sick of being clung to). These two picked each other as roommates due to having such similar likes and interests. Jae-in really loves Snoopy and the Peanuts gang, so she smiles whenever Seungwoo is called Snoopy and has a tendency of stealing some of the Snoopy fan gifts that he gets. He doesn’t really mind.

Seungyoun:

Normally, Jae-in is very quiet and to herself, but if you add a Seungyoun to the mix, then you have hell. These two get very loud, very fast. She’s an unofficial member of Team Rocket, due to stopping any pranks or jokes from going too far. Seungyoun goes to Jae-in whenever he needs to vent. He prefers to not let the kids see how down he actually gets, and originally didn’t even want Jae-in to see, but she caught him crying one night, and since then Seungyoun goes to her whenever he just needs to talk. The same goes for her. Jae-in only ever shows her true emotions to a select few, and Seungyoun is one of them. Back on PDX, these two were always the mood makers in their teams and if they weren’t on the same team making others laugh, they were looking for each other in between breaks. They just naturally gravitate towards each other.

Wooseok:

These two met during a music show. Jae-in was MCing back when she was in B.A.P and Up10tion was promoting. She, Wooseok, and Jinhyuk got into a little (fun) argument about the the best snacks at each music show, and from there on out, a friendship had grown. Whenever Jae-in enters a room, she always goes towards Wooseok and latches on to him. He’s one of the few members that just lets it happen without comment or complaint. Even though, she shares a room with Seungwoo, she’ll either chill in Wooseok’s room, or drag him to her room to just cuddle. Jae-in keeps a watchful eye on Wooseok, knowing his past. Jinhyuk had asked them to stick together and look out for each other while being in X1, and Jae-in takes that request very seriously, as she sees him like a little brother (much to his displeasure). Wooseok will go to either Seungwoo or her whenever he needs to talk or is too stressed, but will also listen whenever Jae-in needs to vent.

Yohan:

Jae-in has admired Yohan since his audition. Whenever he improved and got compliments, she always felt so proud, even if he wasn’t on her team. While he spends time squishing cheeks and teasing the younger members, she does the same to him. She laughs at how squirmy he gets with any sort of skinship, so she has made it her goal to make him get used to it. Yohan at first felt a bit uncomfortable with her, due to being the only girl and such a “badass idol” in the past, but he slowly started to see her as an older sister that he could confide in. Jae-in will help him with the dances and in return, she asks him to teach her taekwondo, to which he teases her whenever she tries hard, but stumbles, “So there are some things that the Great Han Jae-in can’t do.” “Oh, shut up.”

Hangyul:

From the beginning, Jae-in was drawn to him for some reason. He seemed intimidating, but she also got such soft vibes from him. She had seen him before on The Unit, and as a part of IM, but didn’t know much about him. She liked the vibe that he gave, and during one of the late night practices to X1-MA, she found him practicing alone, and decided to join him. He felt at ease with her and right away was able to make jokes with her. They often complimented each other on their dances and even gave each other pointers. Jae-in sees a lot of her members as younger brothers, but Hangyul is the closest to resembling her actual brother, so she naturally felt comfortable around him. In the dorms, if too many members are visiting Seungwoo in their shared room, she’ll often go to Hangyul and Seungyoun’s room, since it basically has the same vibes as hers, but with less kids. She’ll often slump on Hagyul’s bed, face buried in his pillow and muffle out a drama suggestion that they should watch. He is definitely the one that gets the most protective of her.

Junho:

Junho is a tough case for Jae-in. She knows that he’s pretty quiet at first, but once he’s comfortable he’ll open up, or at least he has with the other members. They’ve been on the same team on PDX a few times, and yet he’s still quiet around her. She gets that not everyone will be fully comfortable with her in the group, but she would still like to hold a conversation with him. And they do, but it always seems forced, or there’s another member involved. Jae-in has just come to the conclusion, that he’ll (hopefully) come around. Until then, she’ll just awkwardly help him with his dance. She’s still very observant of him and is hyper aware of when he’s stressing out or overworking himself. She’ll do subtle things to help, like making him his favorite meal, or ushering the kids out of whatever room he’s trying to rest in. She thinks that he doesn’t notice these things, but he does, and even though he doesn’t show it much, he is grateful.

Dongpyo:

Even though Seungwoo has claimed him as his son, Jae-in is totally whipped for him. She thinks that he’s super talented and so cute. He comes to her often whenever the boys tease him, because even though she loves to cuddle, she knows when to stop. She’s quick to defend him if the teasing starts to get out of hand, and the teasing generally stops right away, because no one has ever seen Jae-in mad, and they’re scared to see what that looks like. Whenever Dongpyo is being smothered in cuddles (normally by Yohan), she picks him up and brings him to another part of the room and stays with him. Dongpyo gets flustered with the fact that she can pick him up with ease due to her height and strength, but ignores it in lieu of being free of the over clingy members. Dongpyo has begged Jae-in to grow out her hair, “You would look so pretty, and then I could play with your hair too”. As much as Jae-in enjoys the simplicity of having short hair, she has often thought about growing it out for him.

Minhee:

Jae-in is in love with Minhee’s humor. She’s obsessed with making dad jokes and making others cringe, and the fact that Minhee appreciates her jokes makes her love him more. She definitely loves his meme like personality which intensifies whenever he senses that she’s feeling down. Jae-in normally joins Minhee as he walks Hyeongjun to school, then she in turn walks him to school. Jae-in will typically sit with him while he does his homework and sometimes ask him to set up a couple of problems for her to solve. It’s been awhile since she’s  been in school and likes to stay on her toes. He knew this which is why he suggested to start giving her problems to solve. He has to hide a grin with how many she gets wrong, but helps her out to make sure she understands. Normally after that, they’ll go out to get coffee and a snack.

Eunsang:

Jae-in is probably one of his biggest supporters. Towards the end of PDX when people were choosing positions for the last two evaluations, she saw how Eunsang volunteered for whatever he could. She knew that he was fighting to ensure his place, so she often encouraged him to stand his ground and to not be afraid of looking greedy, because everyone at this point was grabbing whatever position they could. When he was announced as the X member, she saw how nervous he was and knew that he felt the same as she did. They got picked, but others were left behind. Once she had the chance, she latched on to him and made sure he was okay. She is still always keeping an eye out for him, because she knows that he tends to put too much pressure on himself. So she’ll casually slip her head into his and give it a squeeze. She’ll practice English with him, and will ask her to speak Spanish.

Hyeongjun:

From when he first walked into the company evaluations, she knew that she would have a hard time saying no to that face. After watching him go for X class to D and still work even harder, she fell for him more. She’d always hover around him, and he didn't mind at all. In fact he loved it. She reminded him so much of his older sisters, that in the span of talking for a few minutes he latched on to her. He became her son throughout the show and they still share that same relationship. He’ll actively seek out affection from her, which she is always happy to give. He sometimes slips into her room at night when he misses home, and being the night owl she is, is always welcoming him with open arms, and a space in the bed for him. Seungwoo has woken many times to the sight of them tangled together. She’s in love with his accent that slips out every so often, she melts with it.

Dohyon:

Their relationship is still a little rocky. They had never been on the same team during PDX, and even though, Jae-in is pretty social, she never really talked to him. Once they debuted, they started to talk a bit more. With their 9 year age gap and her being the only girl, he doesn’t really know what to say or do around her. Though, he’s starting to warm up to her since he sees that she joins in on some of Team Rocket’s shenanigans. He’ll sometimes get excited while talking about something and then kind of quiets down and blushes slightly when he sees Jae-in smiling at his excitement. He really likes her cooking and will shyly ask her what she’s making. Dohyon reminds Jae-in of her maknae from her previous group, in height, talent, and personality, so she often looks at him in adoration and sometimes has to hold herself back to not squish his cheeks. Jae-in would like to try composing some music with him, but is kind of scared that he’ll say no, though he’d like to do the same thing, but won’t ask for the same reason.

Jaein’s Masterlist

[spacesuitsforemergency]

More House Of M HCs

⁃ Anja writes superhero fan fiction, kinda like how Kamala Khan does

⁃ One time she left her laptop open, and Tommy, being the snoopy brother he is, read it and immediately informed the rest of their siblings

⁃ Billy told her he writes it too and they teamed up against the rest of them

⁃ They all tease Cerise cause they know she has a crush on Damian

⁃ ‘They’re 10 years old leave them be’

⁃ ‘You’re no fun, mom’

⁃ Dick, Jason and Tim team up with Tommy, Sawyer and TJ to spy on them while they’re hanging out

⁃ But it gets boring cause they either watch tv or play with the many cats of the House Of M

⁃ By the way, the Wagners own way too many cats. It’s a problem. Plus they’re all either black or tuxedo cats to match the ✨aesthetic✨

⁃ Also, their family rivals the Wayne’s

⁃ Are you Team Wayne or Team Wagner

⁃ But really they all get along pretty well and throw joint charity parties and such

⁃ School mornings are so chaotic

⁃ Everyone’s yelling at Tommy for pouring milk before cereal

⁃ Pietros burning the food

⁃ Wanda is grumpy cause she hasn’t gotten her coffee yet

⁃ Kurt is way too happy in the mornings, enraging those who just woke up

⁃ Sawyer is doing his hair at the table

⁃ Anja is on the phone with Asami and Onawa, trying to talk over everyone

⁃ Cerise is starting fights with everyone, throwing food or rubber bands at them

⁃ She misses Tommy and hits Billy in the face, who yells at her

⁃ TJ is trying to make sure they’re not late for school and bossing them all around

⁃ Luna is doing her homework cause she never does it

[baileykail]

to the next girl he loves, treat him with equality and always consider his feelings. he loves to eat, so take him out but don’t insist to pay or give him the money-he feels like it’s insulting if the girl pays. he’s the goofiest man i have ever met, so you must have a great sense of humor to match his eclectic one. never consider anything a competition with him; that was my downfall in a nutshell. always, always put him first because all he wants to do is spend time with you in the house; he’s a home body. when he plays video games with his boys, he’ll be loud and get heated but if you just kiss him on the cheek or on the lips, he’ll smile that cute ass kid-like smile and calm down a little. speaking of his smile, ALWAYS make sure he’s wearing his retainer! when he’s ranting to you, don’t say “what do you want me to do,” he hates that. just listen to him and give him whole hearted, thought out advice. my mistake was that i got comfortable and kept to myself and never let him in, fully. i know now that all he wanted was to feel as accepted as i did, but i was too stubborn to let it flow. he has such an eye for how the world works, let him give you advice and listen to what he has to say about the things that are bothering you because he truly makes some sense. when you see his family, treat his mother with so much respect-she’s one of the strongest women i have ever met and she will become your second mom, she did with me. if he’s ever feeling sad or depressed, make sure he’s eating a full 2,000 calories to keep his weight intact, we both went through some deep weight loss/gain. his dog(snoopy) is his life and he and his family have voices for their pets, just go with it and eventually that’s all you’ll ever end up hearing and it’s the coolest/cutest thing ever. his cat, tyni, will be the cuddliest cat you’ve ever met and he will always have a spot in my heart so treat him as you would your own baby. send him messages on social media platforms to show you’re in his mind, he loves that shit. his hair is getting long, so run your fingers through it all the time; his love language is physical touch, so touch him in every way he deserves to be touched. he made me feel alive and mended all of my broken pieces and he will do the same for you, but don’t leave him in the dust because, he, too, has broken pieces needing to be mended. always encourage his dreams and his passions and don’t ever tell him he can’t do something because he could conquer the world if he put his mind to it, truly. he is a severe procrastinator, so force him to do his homework or his chores, he’ll nag and complain but once he gets it done he will feel so much better! he loves getting cards on holidays and he will never ask for anything, but for the love of god, get him something meaningful and with thought-he’ll be over the moon. lastly, please love him in ways that i could never and make sure to let him know how much he means to you. his heart is full of gold and he will show you ways of the world that you wouldn’t even know existed. make sure he’s wanted, please.