#thank you for waiting i really went ham on this

[pinkanonwrites]

Leona getting locked out of his dorm on a rainy day or Ultra Magnus reprimanding Rodimus for his seventh missing report that was due orns ago

I went with Leona getting locked out of his room on a rainy day because, well, it was really funny to me!

"I'm home!.....? Hi, 'boyfriend who doesn't live here.'"

Leona lifted his head up from the living room sofa, blinking sleepily at you. You forced the front door shut with your foot, shifting your weight to heft the grocery bags further up your hips and keep everything from crashing to the floor.

"Put those on the kitchen table, Ruggie'll take care of them."

"And why, pray tell, is Ruggie also in my house?"

"Who do you think picked the lock?"

"Touché." Making your way to the kitchen, you found Ruggie standing in front of your stove, wearing your apron, frying your fancy ham that you bought only for your favorite sandwiches. He perked up as you entered, nearly pouncing upon your groceries the moment you set them down.

"Finally! Yer out of eggs, y'know."

"Hey 'boyfriend's gofer who also doesn't live here.' What the hell are you two doing in Ramshackle? And why are you eating my food?"

"Relaaaaax! Just ask Leona about it, he'll pay you back." He seamlessly cracked two eggs in one hand, dropping them into a second pan on the stovetop and chucking the shells in the trash. "One of the first-years went home for winter break, and his little sister had..." Ruggie paused, a visible shudder crawling up his spine. "Fleas. Brought 'em back on accident, so now we gotta evac while the profs' smoke 'em out. Just be thankful we didn't bring half of the dorm with us. Leona wanted his 'beauty rest.'"

You made a sympathetic, yet disgusted noise in the back of your throat. "Bummer. Where's Jack?"

"Bunking with Epel for a bit. Apparently Vil already went over him with a fine-toothed comb."

You snorted at the mental image of Vil manhandling the first-year into a medicated bath. "Alright, you better make enough for four though. Maybe five, considering Grim and Leona's appetites. I'm gonna start on my homework."

"Save it." You startled as Leona appeared silently behind you, draping his weight across your shoulders. "I've had a long day. Too long. Need my stress ball for a bit." He gave you a warning squeeze.

"Am I your stress ball or your body pillow?"

"Gross."

"Zip it, Ruggie." Leona muttered, already dragging you away back to the sofa.

'Wait! Let me at least get my textbook first! Leona!"

"Well shit, looks like gravity is increasing on me. We may not even make it back. Guess we just gotta lay here."

"LEONA!"

[elodieunderglass]

I am absolutely wild and feral over HDM (legit like, daemons fit SO well. I'm watching dunmeshi wondering where Laios' dog went) and super curious if you do plan a sequel or other fics following this AU??

(In reference to the His Dark Materials / Dungeon Meshi fusion fic)

thank you so much for this question I love this question god!!!! Thank you thank you thank you

God sorry about HDM being delayed, I’m going through hell over it at the moment. It’s meant to end a little after the dragon, then a timeskip epilogue, with special coding so that you can read it two different ways, depending on whether you want spoilers for the manga/season 2. (My idea is that you’ll click a button to reveal/hide it, and the spoiler-free epilogue will be like found poetry.)

Firstly, if you or anyone else would like to take the concepts/characters in His Delicious Materials forward for themselves, you must do this. You don’t need my permission (but I’d love a link! so I can read, scream, reblog, comment, link to it, etc. there is also the “inspired by” setting on ao3 so we can link works directly to HDM, forming a collection for anyone who reads one and wants more.) I don’t own any of it! We are all just having fun! YOU can be the sequel you want to see in the world! If your heart feels a way forward, then follow your heart!! A daemon AU is really about revealing character and I find them really inspiring, like adding a whole engine to a story idea.

If I were to write something to follow up, I do know what the sequel WOULD be! It would be a sort of Discworld novel about the slow social revolution occurring in the half-foots as a chain reaction to Bee settling as a weasel, all occurring behind Chilchuck’s oblivious and unhelpful back. Pushed into a sort of bottleneck of sparrow- and mouse-souls, and marginalised to the very edges of society, half-foots are precarious and endangered. Chilchuck is mostly eating a ham sandwich unhelpfully in the foreground, and at the end of the story looks back and sees to his bewilderment that his people have found a way forward (they don’t have a Shire or a Chosen One, but they do have a goddamn functional worker’s union and their own collective dignity.) kind of Discworld-commentary-comedy, kind of a loving argument with Tolkien, kind of Sharpe hostile-and-awkward-protagonist-POV-doesn’t-know-and-wouldn’t-believe-that-his-men-genuinely-love-him, kind of about the experience of parenting, and kind of gently warmly political BUT FUNNY so it would be ok. but feel it would be too much of a stretch of people’s patience and the original materials’s intentions to call it fanfic. Too many OCs needed to carry the weight, too little reference to the other Dungeon Meshi characters, almost too little “payoff” for what would be a full 70k word work. So maybe to let the story breathe, it would be better worked up as original fiction?

(Plus, that is actually an actual novel: if people write their own novels and manga about orc coffeeshops and dnd parties, I could just write my own too: wait but how do you know if you should?)

Anyway, that is an entirely separate kettle of weasels and my own cross to bear! If your heart cries out for a sequel the best way to manifest it in the world is to write it!

If you feel that A Weasel Heart In Defiance feels like it would scratch that itch, here is a bit that is mildly relevant to Dungeon Meshi, which is Chilchuck and Bee starting to work away from home while the girls were still small. You’ll probably see what I mean from it.

About seven of the village children, including his own three, had a snake in a wooden bucket. They didn't look up.

The reappearance of a random guy who functioned mostly as a postal service and occasionally shouted at them about bedtime - in a way that could be easily blanked out if something more interesting was happening - simply could not be expected to compete for attention with a snake in a bucket.

Chilchuck could recognise this on some level, but as his own children ignored him, he felt very hot and angry, in a way that he had never wanted to feel about children, especially his.

Bee, also rigidly pissed off, growled, "Easy, boss."

This was where Chilchuck did the only thing so far that he was proud of, in this day. He did not start shouting, even though his temper was going something like What the fuck, kids, but worse. He stopped, took a minute, and remembered he'd had this whole thing where he'd wanted his kids to love him. He rubbed his nose, said, "Remind me," and his daemon reminded him: "What do we want them to actually do?"

And he said, "The bare minimum fucking acknowledgement would be nice."

And Bee said, "Have we explained that to them? Do they know?"

So Chilchuck and Bee, hot and tired and cross and still on the job apparently, sat down on the ground with the kids and looked in the bucket. The snake, poor bastard, looked very limp and tired. Chilchuck could relate.

After a while, Chilchuck said, "Girls?"

Or more accurately, something like, "Girls! Girls. Meifleurpatti-I mean Puck-PUCK. Listen up. Mei! Fleur, I'm talking - thanks Fleur - Puck. (Ryeland, stop the baby.) PUCK. Mei, Fleur, Puck - PUCK, eyes on me - thanks, Ryeland - PUCK. EYES," which condensed in parent-speak to a single roar of "Girls!"

When he had them more or less listening, he remembered to set his voice to the more singsong cadence one used for children, instead off the deeper version of his natural voice that he used for shouting at the top of his abilities at tall people; making the choice to be patient and gentle, or at least pretend to be someone who was; and in this manner he said reasonably, "Now, your dad's been away for a very long time and missed you all very much. What do you say? What do you say when your dad comes home?"

Six children stared at him blankly, and the baby toppled gently into the bucket. He fished it out, stuck it sideways under his arm, allowed the snake to escape in the confusion, acknowledged someone's grievously injured finger, stopped Fleur from pinching, took out his pocket handkerchief and wiped Puck's nose in essentially one continuous motion.

To be completely fair, now that he'd let go of the initial anger, he could see that the kids had absolutely no idea what he'd wanted of them. Kids had practically no social instincts at the best of times. Chilchuck coming home was remarkable, sure, but beyond their influence; how were they supposed to react? What do you say to a comet? What do you say to a hailstorm? What do you say when daddy comes home?

He repeated the question, as the children had universally drawn blanks and devolved into staring vacantly.

"Good morning, Daddy!" A child chirped helpfully, setting off the rest in an automatic drone of "good morning, Daddy," in the strangely universal dreary tone of all children saying that.

"So close, Fernwise! Is it morning? What else do we think?"

Bee, fighting for order among the kit-daemons, was simultaneously washing Fleurtom's daemon, Pantoufle's, face; receiving a long rambling report of a grievance from three incoherent witnesses; and minding the baby's chick-daemon; up to her ears in parenting. She said, around a mouthful of Pan, "Speed it up, boss, you're losing them."

"Where are your spots, Daddy?" Pan asked him. He was in the form of a young ferret and scrabbled against his mother's grip on his scruff.

"My what?"

"Your freckles," Bee said grimly, and seeing he'd been temporarily disarmed - and being a valiant beast in her way - charged in to her human's defense, "Is that nice, Pan? We don't want to make people feel bad about their looks, do we?"

"Yes we do," said Fleur.

"Fleur! We've just - we haven't seen much of the sun, that's all," said Bee, taking charge, the best and most loyal soul a man could have. "They'll come back, and they're not spots."

"Mei has spots."

"Freckles."

"Grimbob has spots."

"Yes, and you shouldn't notice," Bee said. "Think of Grimbob's feelings."

"I do, I think he feels spotty."

"I'm thirsty," Puck said flatly.

"Stick to the point, kids," Chilchuck said, recovering from the fact that his usual face was apparently indistinguishable to children from Grimbob's, who had been taking puberty hard. This was surprisingly difficult to do.

Ryeland, a mildly bright spark who was older than the Chils girls, connected two dots and suddenly roared "WELCOME HOME DADDY," so six children all repeated that automatically, and Fleur added sunnily, "I missed you Daddy!"

And just as a very small piece of Chilchuck's heart was finally allowed to melt, she added, equally sunnily, "Mei didn't."

"I did a little," Meijack said vaguely.

"That's great kids, well done, we got there in the end," Chilchuck said. "Remember it for next time, okay? It makes Daddy feel better about his stupid life. Now, next time, let's remember that it's traditional to do a hug."

He realised his mistake instantly, as six children and their daemons all bore him - and the baby he'd forgotten he was holding - to the ground.

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[mamaestapa]

Happy Turkey Day|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You and Joe host the Burrow family Thanksgiving dinner

•warnings: mentions of secret weddings and fluff<3

“Joey, can you help me in here?” You called from the kitchen as you wiped your hands on a towel.

Joe got up from the couch and came into the kitchen to help you. He walked up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“What can I help you with baby?”

You pointed at the side dishes sitting on the counter, “Can you put those out on the table while I grab plates and silverware from the china hutch, please?”

“Of course,” he said with a smile. Joe removed his hand from your shoulder so he could grab the dish full of mashed potatoes in one hand, and the dish with green bean casserole in the other. You thanked your fiancé as you went into the other room to get the plates. With the plates in one hand and the silverware in the other, you walked into your dining room to set the table. Joe followed behind you with the last side dishes in his hands.

“These all look delicious, Y/n.” Joe said as he eyed the bowl full of mashed potatoes. You smiled and walked up to Joe after setting down the last silverware set wrapped in a red napkin. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you.

“Thank you,” you hummed, “Your mom and dad are bringing the ham, your favorite.”

Joe’s stomach let out a growl from a mix of the smell of the delicious sides hitting his nostrils and the mention of the ham his parents were bringing. You chuckled at the sound and pulled away from him, patting his belly as you teased him.

“Someone’s excited for some ham,” you chuckled, “don’t worry, I think your parents will be here soon.”

Just as you said that, the sound of the door bell ringing filled the silent house. Joe looked down at you, a smirk on his face as he said, “Right on cue.” You smiled and pulled away from Joe’s embrace, grabbing his hand and leading the two of you to the front door to let his family in.

You opened the door with a wide grin as you saw Robin and Jim standing on your doorstep.

“Hi sweetie!” Robin beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. “Hi Robin.” you smiled, giggling softly as the two of you gently squeezed each other.

You always had a great relationship with Joe’s mom. Robin was always like another mother to you.

You pulled away from Robin, letting her greet her son while you said your hello’s to Joe’s father, Jim. After greeting his parents, the four of you went back inside and finished up some last minute dinner preparations. As Robin helped you get the ham plated on a dish, Joe’s brothers and their wives arrived. You all greeted each other and soon enough your previously quiet home was bustling with laughter and loud voices from the Burrow family.

Once all the guests were settled, everyone gathered at the dinner table and began eating the wonderful Thanksgiving meal that you and Joe spent all day preparing. You were hesitant at first to host the Burrow Thanksgiving dinner this year, but it made your heart swell with joy seeing all of your new family members enjoying their time together at yours and Joe’s house.

As you all ate your dinner…you told stories, shared laughs, and had many servings of the delicious food you prepared. Joe had lost count of how many pieces of ham he’s had, but that didn’t matter. He was just happy to have his ham.

“So Y/n, Joe,” Robin spoke, making you and Joe turn your attention to her. She had a giddy smile on her face as she looked at the two of you, “Any new wedding plans?”

You glanced over at Joe, seeing the small smirk on his face as he took a sip of his water. You looked back at Robin with a soft smile.

“We finalized the important stuff yesterday, now we just have to wait for the big day.”

“I can’t wait.” Robin said. “Me neither,” Joe’s brothers wife chimed in, “Seeing you two get married will be such a beautiful thing.”

“We’re really excited.” Joe replied from beside you, a smirk still plastered on his face as he looked at you while he spoke.

You and Joe were keeping a huge secret from your family. That secret being that you two secretly got married at the courthouse a couple weeks ago. You didn’t have much of a reason to except that the two of you were just ready to finally be married. It was a big secret to keep, but it was one that kept for a reason. You and Joe wanted something special for just the two of you before you had your big ceremony in March.

And a courthouse wedding was perfect for that.

After everyone was full of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, and all the casseroles, you and Joe cleared the table while the men went into the living room to watch football and the women put the leftovers away.

You and Joe insisted that you two would clean the table off because it was your house, but also because you wanted just a moment alone together.

Once you picked up the last plate, Joe walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m so thankful for you, Y/n.” he murmured, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You turned around in his embrace and craned your neck up, blushing slightly as you looked into your fiancé’s beautiful blues. “I’m so thankful for you too, Joey.”

He smiled sweetly at you as the two of you leaned in for a kiss. You pulled away and put your forehead on his, a sly smile on your face.

“Happy Turkey Day, Mr. Anti-Turkey.” Joe rolled his eyes playfully as he replied, “Happy Turkey Day to you too, Mrs. Burrow.”

hi loves!!

happy thanksgiving🤍

i got the idea earlier to do some thanksgiving/holiday blurbs for joe and some hockey players, so here’s the first blurb of the night. i’ve been combining requests too, so i hope that’s OK with everyone that’s sent me something :) also, some of these might be on the shorter side (like this one), i hope that’s ok too

i’ll be posting these little blurbs and ideas throughout the night tonight and all day tomorrow—there’s a LOT, so i hope you’re excited!!☺️

i hope you all had a wonderful day eating lots of food and spending time with friends and family!!

(i’ve got a cute little dad joe blurb coming next🤍)

[weasleycream]

. ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐏 " 🔪 Ⳋ

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 ; 𝑅𝒵!𝑀ichael 𝑀iyers 𝓍 𝐹em!𝑅eader

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Use of bad words, mentions of blood, childhood love, quite cloying, Michael Myers is sweet, bad grammar in English.

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ; 4k+

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤAnother little whim, I really love RZ Michael, since I saw him as a child and as an adult I fell in love 🤒❤️‍🩹

Her family had moved to Haddonfield, Illinois a little less than two weeks ago for work reasons, for a girl who was barely nine years old she understood it quite well, she even liked the change of environment, without a doubt for the little girl that little one The town was beautiful and quiet, he was really happy to have found a peaceful place where he would be happy with his parents.

"Y/N, Honey! Come down now, dinner's ready!" called her mother from downstairs, breaking her out of her little bubble of imagination. She opened the door to her room and hurried down the stairs, instantly smelling the pleasant aroma of freshly prepared food, knowing immediately that her mother had prepared her favorite dish, a delicious Bolognese pasta with cheese and toasted bread.

"I'm here, mommy!" She said arriving in the kitchen to sit in the small dining room for four people, seeing how her father was there calmly reading a newspaper, which he then put down when the little girl arrived.

He hummed a little with a mischievous smile on his face before he began to speak, drawing the attention of his curious daughter "Y/N Daughter, we already found school, starting tomorrow you will start your classes again, aren't you happy?" she announced and asked her daughter waiting for an answer "It's the school we saw a few blocks from here, I'll be able to take you every day before I go to work"

The little girl just smiled a huge smile to jump happily, going to hug her father. "Yes, dad! I'm very happy, I'll be able to make new friends!" She was excited, above all because now they won't have to look for a teenage babysitter who only concentrates watching pretty boys and pull her by the hand to take her to school, she loved the fact that her father was now going to take her.

After that, dinner went quite normally while they told the little girl what her school was like and that she was going to have a great time, earning a smile from her, who was surely not going to be able to sleep from excitement that night, thinking about what the other children in their school and classroom were going to be like. As soon as he finished, he left his plate in the sink and thanked for the food, went up to his room to brush his teeth in the small bathroom he had there, he changed and put on his animal pajamas, went to the window to close it. and close the blinds, but before doing so, he could see a blonde boy with hair down to his shoulders peek out. They made eye contact, and the girl shyly waved with her hand and a small smile, receiving a somewhat surprised and confused look and then shyly returning the wave with her hand, and closed the curtain, leaving the girl looking out, thinking that she could speak another day with the neighbors child.

It was already daylight, opened her eyes with extreme happiness, getting out of bed as soon as she heard her mother knock on the door to get her up and help her get ready for her new school.

Minutes passed and her mother was already combing her hair, she let her put on that cute pair of baggy jean shorts that reached her knee with the favorite band t-shirt, his mother combed his hair in medium hair ponytail the top layers of her hair leaving the lower ones loose along with her adorable bangs, then she went down excitedly wanting to see how her mother was preparing her snack for the afternoon in her new lunch box, a delicious sandwich with avocado and mayonnaise (and obviously cheese with ham) was now inside the little pastel blue box along with fresh cut strawberry pieces and a carton of chocolate milk. She packed everything into her small shoulder backpack along with her notebook and pencil, closing it to wait for her father to finish breakfast, since she had stuffed everything into her as if she had never eaten out of excitement, wanting to leave now to her new school.

He waited patiently until he saw how his father finally finished. "Hurry up dad, we're too late!" The little girl rushed, jumping desperately. 'God, Y/N, we're going forty minutes early, wait a little,' he replied, going back up to brush his teeth and get what was missing in his work briefcase, making the little girl get desperate and start to go around the whole anxious room.

When she got back down, she said goodbye to her wife with a small kiss and hug around the shoulders. The girl copied her action and hugged her mother's legs and hips and said goodbye to her with a big hug. happy smile, receiving the same from her mother. When they finally left, she ran away absentmindedly, without noticing that a boy blonde with chubby cheeks was passing by, colliding and both of them falling to the ground with a crash. 'That makes you restless! Apologize to him now, honey,' her father shouted, closing the door from the porch.

"Uhm… Sorry, I was distracted, let me help you." He apologized immediately without taking into account his now scraped and somewhat bleeding knee, he got up quickly and held out his hand, waiting for the blonde boy he had seen the night before to take it. .

The boy looked at her doubtfully for a few moments and took the girl's hand, standing up from the ground and quickly picking up the small knife that came out of her pocket, hoping that the girl or the adult who was approaching them don't had noticed it. .

"Excuse my daughter, boy, she is quite excited to enter her new school, although I believe do you study there, would you like to join us?" She finally said as she reached the children's side, inviting the boy to come with them.

Distrustful, the boy gently shook his head with a bored look, beginning to walk, leaving the other two behind, until the little girl came forward and walked next to him.

"I'm Y/N, what's your name?" She asked as soon as he got to her side and held the strap of her backpack nervously.

"Michael" He responded without faltering, paying'nt attention to the girl next to him, hoping that she would not be noisy, unfortunately, the little girl did not stop talking to him all the way to school, receiving dry and annoyed responses from the blonde [ she will will move away like the others] he thought immediately after reaching the corner next to the institute.

They arrived and the blonde boy simply entered the building quickly without speaking to the little girl or saying goodbye to the adult. The little girl just looked at him until he disappeared through the main door of the building, waiting for her father to speak and say goodbye to her, wishing her a good day.

"Well honey, I hope you have a good time here, and remember, anything ugly or bad they say to you, tell me or your mother, I love you, don't forget it." He said goodbye to her little daughter with a kiss on the forehead and a light hug, to get away from her a little, waiting for her to come in so he could leave without worries. The pretty girl walked timidly into her new school, looking for her address.

After the hallways suddenly emptied, indicating that classes had already started, the more nervously she began to search more quickly for the principal's office, finding it on the third floor where all the high school students were. She knocked on the door and waited patiently, until apparently a somewhat disheveled teacher opened it, looked down, and saw her.

"Do you need anything, honey?" She asked him with a certain false kindness, sketching a false smile that the innocent little girl did not notice, timidly playing with her fingers.

"Well… I'm new and I was looking for the principal's office to find out my classroom and schedule… Can you help me?" She said nervously, looking into her eyes as she finished speaking.

The older woman made a face, simulating a kind smile, "Sure, honey, wait a moment." He took her shoulder and made her go to a kind of 'waiting room' and left her sitting, while she saw the principal's office in front of her, where the teacher entered. A few long minutes passed and the woman finally came out with some papers in her hand and a look of annoyance on her face. "Come on, girl, I don't have all day," she urged, now in a less fake voice.

They walked through the hallways and down the stairs to the first floor again where they headed to a classroom a little away from the main exit. When they arrived, the teacher simply knocked on the door and entered, and spoke to the other woman inside, who looked at the door and gave her a warm smile, which made her nervous and she looked down at her feet.

Another tedious minute passed, the woman accompanying her came out with the papers already filled out "Here is your schedule and the list of materials you need, if you have any concerns tell your teacher" and with that she left, leaving him. she there at the door, until the woman called out to her when she opened the door.

"Okay kids, quiet!" She asked, raising her voice a little, drawing the attention of the children, who were speechless when they saw her. "This is Y/N, she will be your new partner from now on, I want their to treat her well and help her advance in her grades. Well Y/N, sit in the window seat, I will explain a bit what we were doing." He went to the assigned seat and sat down, leaving his suitcase on the small hook that was on the side of the table, and paying attention to what the teacher was saying with a nervous and shy look, feeling a small blush. on his face in the face of shyness.

They spent two hours where they saw some Language and the other where they saw Social Sciences, she took notes of what the teacher explained on the blackboard, and when she announced recess time, she didn't know what to do and stayed sitting looking the window, where you could see a road with one or another vehicle passing by. She was scared when a small group of girls and boys suddenly arrived at her seat, where they began to talk to her about trivial things, but that could not prevent her from seeing that he neighbor, the one she had bumped into hours before, was there, I hadn't noticed it when it arrived. She excitedly stood up from her seat, taking her snack without eat it, and walked to the side of the blonde boy who seemed somewhat displeased at not being alone in the classroom at recess that day.

"Michael! I didn't know you were in the same class! How exciting! Don't you think so?" She greeted the little girl, pulling a chair next to the child, sitting down, she saw that the taller child had nothing to eat and was only coloring with some crayons and colored pencils on a somewhat crumpled sheet of paper.

"Ah, I should have guessed, what a thrill" He mentioned without any interest or joy in his voice "What do you want?" she asked in a hostile manner, not looking at the girl next to her, as she continued coloring meaningless doodles on the page.

"Nothing! I just saw you and wanted to talk to you, it would be more entertaining than talking to the kids who came to my table out of nowhere, I also saw that you didn't have anything to eat, aren't you hungry? Can I share my snack with you!" offered, placing the blue lunch box on the little free space on Michael's table, opening it to reveal what her mother had packed for her.

The group of children who initially approached the little girl who had walked away from them now looked at them with great confusion. As soon as they spoke to her, they told her not to go near the strange boy of the classroom, but as soon as she saw him in the classroom completely alone, she went after him, they looked at each other very strangely and left, giving the innocent girl a confused and annoyed look.

"Don't bother" The blonde boy responded, still without turning around, remaining in great silence.

"Well, it doesn't matter, I'm still going to leave you food, even if it's half, it's bad that you're still hungry, Mikey!" The little girl answered, taking the Sandwich and biting it until she ate half, leaving the other remaining piece in the lunch box again, and then taking the strawberries and doing the same, also with the chocolate milk. All in view of the boy's surprised look at the girl's nickname and actions, he thought that she was going to leave after all, but she was still there, and her was really going to feed him.

Recess passed, and after making sure that Michael had really eaten what she left him, she returned to her seat with a smile, even though Michael was very quiet and dry when it came to talking, she did not stop talking to him, and she really enjoyed it, because she knew that despite that, Michael had listened to her at all times.

Then, hours passed until school finally ended, she turned to Michael again with a big smile.

"Michael! Do you want to go back to my father and me? Like this morning!" She offered excitedly, waiting for his response, she jumped off of happily when he gave her a vague nod quickly putting things away, afraid she would see the polaroids scattered all over he backpack.

So days passed, which turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into months, and so on until finally he had lived in Haddonfield for a year and a half. I was on mid-year vacation with Michael, they had three weeks off and I was really enjoying it, today I was going with Michael to the stream that was a few streets near his house, where I was going to give Michael a surprise, I knew that they would both They had become really close, even Michael was possessive of her when she talked to other people and she got sad when she thought that Michael was going to leave her aside when they had different people in their school work.

He happily jumped out of his bed as soon as he woke up and headed downstairs where his mother was making breakfast while his father was getting ready for work.

"Mommy, mommy! Did you make them? Tell me yes, please!" She ran excitedly towards her mother, hugging her waist while he looked at her expectantly, waiting for an affirmative response.

She laughed at her daughter's haste, turning her head slightly to look at her. "Yes, I made the cookies that Michael likes so much, just like you asked me, sweetheart," her mother agreed, receiving a big smile from her daughter, who jumped up while still hugging her.

"And, did you also receive the Ring Pop i ordered?" She asked again this time with more insistence, because it was the most important thing she was going to give to her dear friend.

"Of course, honey, don't worry," she responded affirmatively again, making her daughter jump with excitement again, this time releasing her and running through the kitchen, making her laugh with amusement, "but don't hurry, first you're going to get ready and have breakfast, otherwise "You're not going out," she said when she saw that her little girl started looking for the cookies and candy all over the kitchen.

She snorted a little dissatisfied now, but she hurried, going up the stairs again, while her father went down them, surprising him with the hurry with which he was going, he arrived at his room again, and began to choose the clothes he would, she found a Michael's t-shirt, one that he had lent him one day when he went to his house for a sleepover, since his annoying sister had intentionally spilled all her juice on his t-shirt, Michael kindly lent him one of his t-shirts (without mentioning that it was his favorite in that moment) from the band Kiss, one of the many he had. She knew he had to return it, but he wanted to wear it that day, he took it along with an equally black Bermuda shorts and some slightly worn black converse. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then took a quick shower, changed and quickly went down to the dining room where her mother had already served breakfast to her and her father, she sat down and began to eat quickly.

"Darling, don't eat so fast, Michael isn't going anywhere" Her father scolded, seeing how his daughter was almost choking on the food for swallowing so quickly, his wife handed a glass of water to his daughter so she could the food will pass easily.

"Leave her, she is happy because she has almost reached two years of friendship with Michael and she wants to give him something" Her mother relieved, letting her daughter be, ignoring her father's scolding, as she continued to eat faster.

She let out a sigh and smiled "Well, I'll let it go just because I'm happy that she got someone special" she didn't understand why her father said that, although Michael was special, very special to her, she saw him as her best friend and other half, and not as someone to classify as 'someone special' in your family.

She finished breakfast and thanked, leaving the plate in the sink, she quickly brushed her teeth again and then said goodbye to her parents, before her father left, she ran to the house next door, where Michael lived, she He stood on tiptoe and reached for the bell, ringing it three times. He waited a few minutes, listening to the usual screams inside the house due to the multiple fights that Deborah, Michael's mother, had with her idiot boyfriend, he heard steps approaching the door and heard how the man of the house screamed. 'Michael, you're not as much of a sissy as I thought after all!' She clearly got upset, she hated how that old man treated he dear friend, but she couldn't do anything.

The door opened and she watched as Michael opened the door with his plump lips pursed adorably, who upon seeing her, with a small smile, softening his gaze, hugged her and greeted her.

"Y/N! I thought you would come a little later, I hope you didn't rush to eat for you came quickly" guessed her dear blonde friend, stepping aside for her to pass "Sorry for the mess, wait for me at the living room, I'm going to bring something and I'll come back to lower,” he invited her while he accompanied her to the living room, leaving her sitting.

She waited until she listen choose how Michael went down the stairs and said to her mother: 'mom! I'll go out with Y/N ​​for a while and I'll be back in the afternoon!' and with that, she took her hand and they left, before hearing her sister's constant complaints.

They walked for a while while talking about anything that came to mind until they reached the small stream where they looked for a tree with good shade to sit. When they found one, the little girl who is now 10 years old, she spoke up.

"You did bring your Ring pop, right?" She asked as took out his, it was of strawberry and the plastic of the ring was an electric blue color, and then looked at his friend, waiting for an answer.

"Ah… Yes, of course, I hope you like the cherry one, I didn't find any other flavor," he mentioned, taking the candy out of his pocket in the same way, revealing a ring of the same brand, but with colored plastic somewhat bright yellow.

"Don't worry, Mikey! You know I love cherry" Of course he knew it, but he wasn't going to reveal the fact that he only really found apple or orange candy, it took him a long time to find a one of cherry one since it was the best seller, but he would search everywhere just to find something she wanted or liked. He couldn't hide the blush on her pale cheeks at that thought.

"Well, then why did you want me to bring one?" She asked after trying to control the slight blush, and waited, watching as the girl's cheeks also turned red from her nerves, giving her an adorable sight, she tried to stop herself from cracking a smile.

"Well… You know that in a few months we will celebrate two years of friendship… And well, I appreciate you very much, and I wanted to give you something to celebrate… Here, I asked my mother to make this for you" he said, handing him the box decorated with twisted hearts and glitter. Since he came home, Michael was curious about the small decorated box, but he didn't mention anything.

He took it in his somewhat chubby hands, and opened it, he saw several homemade cookies with chocolate chips and lemon, his favorites, he also saw several packages with gummy bears and small chocolates and bonbons, next to them, a letter on a page of notebook. , folded like an envelope and sealed with a children's notebook sticker.

"Read the letter when you need it, I made it for when I can't be there for you and you miss me" The boy nodded and put the letter in the box and closed it again, leaving it aside.

"Thank you very much Y/N… I really love you very much…" He said moved as he hugged her tightly, she was very special to him and sometimes he thought that she was too much for him, but still, he needed her among so many problems .

"I love you too Mikey.." she responded, returning her hug, giving him a small kiss on her cheek, and then separating from him. "Now open your Ring Pop, let's make a promise for when we're older and twenty-one," she said, and took the strawberry candy and opened it, taking it gently without putting it on, making Michael repeat his action.

Then, she spoke again, looking him straight in the eyes with great affection "I, Y/N L/N, solemnly promise that I will be with you throughout my life, that we will be best friends and that we will be there at all times, in good times, in bad times, and be best friends forever, and forever" he said, as he took his friend's free hand, and put on the strawberry ring, intertwining their fingers, leaving each one a free hand. "Now you, Michael."

The boy, who was stunned by the girl's gaze, could not pay attention to the words she said, much less after she intertwined her hands in that cute way "I uh… I, Michael Myers… Ehm, I promise to always be with you at all times, and to be the best of friends forever, and ever" he imitated distractedly while doing the same, and intertwined the other hand, leaving them both in a nice moment.

"Well… I heard that when two people love each other, and want to be together for a lifetime, they get married when they are older, and seal their promises with a kiss, then, when we are twenty-one, you promise me that you will marry me." ?" she asked innocently, getting closer to him, staying a short distance away, making a blush begin to adorn both of their faces.

"I promise you Y/N, I promise you that when we grow up, I will make you happy and I will be with you at all times" And so, he shortened the short distance and brushed his lips with hers, in an innocent kiss, which was soon inexperienced, sealing his great promise, which would continue throughout his life.

★ WAAAHHHH I LOVED THIS WITH MY LIFE, I'm seriously thinking about making a fic of this (really, I'm strongly considering it, maybe I will).

★ Credits to the fanart, textual aesthetics and dividers to the corresponding people!

[sunsetkerr]

MRS ARNOLD | m. arnold

summary: headcanons of what is was like to being mrs arnold.

pairing: fem!reader x mackenzie arnold

notes: my very first piece that isn't sam???????? what???? this was a request, and I've decided that on occasion I will accept requests for other players, see my masterlist so you know who to request for!! If they aren't there, I most likely won't write for them, but there is never ever any harm in asking. if you have anymore questions/thoughts about mrs arnold, send them in so we can chat about her!! lots of love!!

you had been around football your entire life

your dad was a trainer for west ham’s womens team

you grew up a die-hard west ham fan

you played as a kid and a teenager

but as you got older you decided to head onto a different path

you studied audiology once you graduated high school 

focused on your studies and graduated as one of the top students in your degree

your family was so proud of you

of course you still watched football once you stopped playing

you never missed a match (and your dad would never let you)

 in 2023, you were at the height of your career, heading into owning your own clinic

you were loving your job

so when your dad asked you to come in and take a look at one of his players, you were surprised

but of course, you weren’t one to ever say no to him

you arrived at chadwell heath and received a great reception

everyone there knew you as your dad’s daughter

they loved having you around

you walked into your dads office not thinking about it

when you were met with mackenzie

you hadn’t officially met her before

but up close, wow, she was even more breathtaking than in goal

as you went to apologise for barging in on her, your dad came in

he introduced mackenzie to you and explained why he had brought you in

she had suspected that she was suffering from hearing loss

you tried your best to tread lightly on the topic as it was a relatively new concept to her

she was familiar with hearing loss

her brother had worn hearing aids since he was young

but she had never considered needing them herself

you said that you could book her in for an audiology test and have a look

you ended up diagnosing her later that week

mackenzie was so grateful for you

for such a hard experience, you sure made it easy

she was in awe of you and how smart you were

she marvelled at your mind

you were just so intelligent

she couldn’t help herself

you stayed close after fitting her for her hearing aids

you would be in the change room at half-time at west ham home games

you were technically working as a ‘personal player consultant’ on the medical team

(thanks dad)

but really, you just wanted to be near mackenzie

she was starting to excel even more in her game (if that was possible)

and she always chalked it up to you

‘well since y/n fitted my hearing aids’

‘y/n did the most really’

‘she’s just so smart, without her i’d be struggling still’

mackenzie gloated about you 24/7 to anyone who would listen

she ended up asking you on a date after four months of officially knowing each other

she found herself at your clinic way too often 

there was only so many times mackenzie could lie about a faulty battery

so when you mentioned how many times she had come in

she was a blushing mess, but managed to murmur out

‘would you want to get dinner tonight?’

you said yes right away

you had only been waiting four months for her to ask

she asked you to be her girlfriend on your fourth time out together

(after getting a very big hint from your dad that you were waiting)

‘already made her wait for that date, macca. wouldn’t want to keep her waiting much longer’

she called you after that conversation and said she was taking you out that night

you couldn’t really ask for more with mackenzie

she was everything you wanted in a person

and now you get to watch west ham matches from the player suites

not just the friends and family section 

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

Blinded by Beauty

Type: Angst

Character(s): Rook, Vil, Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Epel

Format: Oneshot

Warnings: !!Spoilers for Chapter 5!!, general grief, mentions of slight injury, mentions rejection

It hurt...so very much, you and Vil had realized it at the same time as you saw Neige's act.

You Were Going To Loose.

The burning sensation of mediocrity filled you. You could see it now.... but after a moment of calming yourself, you went off to find Vil, who had stormed off...

Your faith had been restored when Malleus had restored the stage for you. A glimmer of hope sparking in his support. Silencing your inner pessimist and focusing on the bright side of things. After merely fifteen minutes, you were watching your team preforming. Suddenly you were on stage next to Kamil, waiting anxiously as they counted votes, the minutes before recalling how you got here becoming a blur.

The voice of the announcer echoing throughout the stage as you stood next to Kalim.

Thirty seconds until the polls close! Ten, nine, eight, seven...Three, two, one... TIME!

A loud bang rang throughout the stadium, bot once, bot twice, but three times.

We are now getting the final tally.

...And the results are in!

M-my goodness... Is this really possible?!

Would you believe that the difference between first and second place is ONE vote?!

A long and dramatic pause ensued, you could Feel the tension in the air, and in your body. Physical restraining yourself from bitting your nails or picking your skin out of anxiousness. Purely because you knew Vil would scold you and probably gracefully beat your ass.

ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY!!!

What a wholesome performance it was!

O-oh my gosh... Really? We got the top spot?Thank you... Thank you so-

In that moment it was like your whole world came crashing down and you were reliving all those brutal rejections all over again as Neiges voice and everything else faded into the background....Why?...why did this always happen? Why were you always not enough? Always the last pick. Always the last resort.

And just like that you hear Vil in outrage breaking you out of you little world you always went to... you didn't hear the first part of the conversation like, but the second part is what broke you.

"Oh, fair Vil. Our Roi du Poison....I must apologize, for my choice has brought you much anguish...."

You glanced over at Rook to see him appearing to be sorrowful with his hands held up.

"But I simply couldn't lie to myself."

"...Huh? What are you talking about?"

Vils confusion was as evident as your own, since to you it was if Rook was rambling on about nonsense once more, but no matter. Rook carried on spouting his nonsense despite the reactions of others to his eccentric behavior.

"What? What do you mean, you're the one most deserving of my ire?"

"Well, you see... Here."

Rook pulled his phone out of out his pocket, unlocking it with his passwords and opening Google pulling up the voting website before flashing the screen twords the group showing off the bright blue logo. The lump in your throat grew as you faded out once more. Like you were no longer in the room but just a spirit watching over everyone. Not again please. Only able to observe as Vil stumbled backwards and Deuce and Kalim scrambled next to him to stop his grief and shock filled form from hitting the ground.

"...n-no..."

"Whoa! Vil, hold it together!"

Kalim exclaimed while grabbing onto Vil's left forearm and attempting to grab his shoulder as well but was only able to grab his upper arm due to the height difference between the pair. Meanwhile Deuce stood to his right wrapping his left hand around his back whilst holding onto Vil's other forearm with his right.

"Steady, sir! Here, hold onto my shoulder. "

Ace and epel were the loudest of the bunch whilst Jamil stood completely silent. You could practically feel Ace's outrage as he tried to refrain himself from going ham on Rook.

"Are you nuts, Rook?! Why did you vote for Royal Sword Academy?!"

Epel's County accent slipped through as he was far to blinded by his emotions to even attempt to hide it and Vil was to busy being shook to his core to scold him for it.

"I don't believe you! Why'd ya do somethin' so boneheaded?!"

Rook merely sighed and shook his head sorrowfully as if this wasn't his fault. Continuing to blabber on like usual although this time instead of being joyfull or filled with admiration his voice was laced with sorrow.

"I told you: I simply couldn't lie to myself. Neige's group believed in themselves and each other when they danced and sang."

His voice and facial expressions turned away struck as he recounted Neige's preformance, almost like his sorrow was immediately stripped away. Almost like it Hadn't been there in the first place.

"When I saw them up there, they struck me as powerful...and as the fairest of all in that exact moment."

"This is just... I can't..."

It felt like Vil was about to faint, and to be honest she wouldn't have blamed him if she did. It felt like someone was squeezing her heart Why...why did he vote for them...didn't they do enough? He had trained and fought along side them. So why now did he feel the need to suddenly swap sides.

"Vil. Nobody should believe in your beauty more than you yourself."

Bullshit

"It is most becoming, the way you maintain such rigid self restraint while polishing yourself to triumph over your rival."

Liar

But as long as you lack conviction...

Why are you even here, just leave

No amount of validation from the rest of the world will ever leave you fulfilled.

Shut up

Even if you wind up old, emaciated, grimy, and stooped over...If you were to truly believe that you are the fairest of all despite that, even the Magic Mirror of legend wouldn't contest your claim.

That isn't how the world works

The strength and pride to believe in yourself is what marks the true fairest one of all

Roi du Poison. Fair Vil. I implore you to believe in yourself more than anyone else. Beauty is always with you. At this exact moment, you are the fairest one of all.

You don't believe that

You wanted to tape his mouth shut. Why couldn't he just shut up? It made your skin crawl. Just shut up! If you weren't still on stage you would reach over and slap him. How dare he! How dare he be so supportive and upbeat only to cave in the end! How dare he give you hope only to crush it! How dare he betray his team!

....Why wouldn't he be quite...Please...please be quite...

You vision was staring to become blurry ans a headache soon followed. No one even noticed you as you left. they never did.... I mean after all

You were just the manager.

That's all you ever were to them, right? Always just some side character watching from the sidelines as everyone around you got what they needed or found closure...That's what you had always been. The disposable tool that people can pick up when they needed and abandoned when they wished. You were never important...not enough for them to stick around. Why weren't you enough? You did what they asked, you followed every rule, every social guild line, never complained, never spoke out...but then why did they always leave? Where you just not enough? You tried, you really did.

The voices of RSA and NRC all blurred together to create one mush of noises that would overload anyone's senses as you pushed through the crowd. Trying to get away, just wanting to be alone. Blinking away what you already knew were tears. Hoping you were quick enough to get to a secluded spot before you broke down. Slidding past all the crowds and in between the stalls to the only area you knew no one would be at, the forest behind NRC that was barely considered School property

Continuing on into the forest, going deeper and deeper as the hustle and bustle of the still ongoing festival vanished. Your legs were aching from all the walking but you pressed onward, even as it began to sprinkle. Hot angry tears pouring down your face making it slightly red and puffy. You hadn't even realized the sun was slowly beginning to set, the usually blue sky fading into a ombre of pinks, oranges, and yellows. What usually would have been beautiful now felt dull.

Your body suddenly stumbled forward, reaching out you hands to try and soften your fall, tumbling down a small hill you hissed in pain, body aching and palms burning as you slowly attempted to sit up. Groaning as you stood up, looking around, a sharp pain sent through your ankle causing you to hiss in pain and lean forward.

"Yeah there is no way I'm moving any further."

Reluctantly walking over to a nearby tree, wincing with each step.

"Ow."

The bruises and scraped from the scuffle with vil that had previously been soothed were now irritated once more from the small tumble. Groaning like a old man as you sat down, leaning against the tree for support, your head pounding from all the crying you had been doing for the past who knows how long. Resting your eyes for a moment when you felt a small droplet hit the top of you head, and then another on your arm, and another and another and one more. You laughed bitterly as you realized what was to happen in the next few hours.

"It's raining...it's really raining... and I'm stuck here. Just fucking great."

There was no moment of peace, there was no good luck, there was no break. Not for you at least. And there was no savior here to wisk you away to the warmth of your drab home. After all no one had even noticed you were gone dispight being absent for hours ans the sky now darkening.

There was no Prince Charming, and there never will be.

[germhammy]

“Dinner!”

Enid: OMG!! So much food!

Morticia: -placing a sliced extra rare roast in front of Enid- this whole roast is for you. Tomorrow is the full moon and you must be a bit more hungry than usual?

Enid: -tears rolled down her cheeks- I am! Thank you so much! Everything looks so good. Wednesday, did you take the photos to taunt Xavier again?

Wednesday: yes. Since he is in California he’s already eaten and texted me. I haven’t actually looked at them yet.

Granny: Xavier?

Wednesday: Vincent Thrope’s son. The one who locked himself in Billie’s coffin at her funeral?

Granny: He attends Nevermore?

Enid: Yes. And he won’t leave Wednesday alone. She allowed him to take her on a date and wasted over $300 dollars in seafood because he tried to impress her.

Grandmama: Wednesday hates seafood. Where did he take you?

Wednesday: to some local spot in Burlington. He said ‘dress nice’ We were overdressed.

Gomez: what did he order?

Wednesday: Escargot, oysters on the half shell, buffalo shrimp, shrimp cocktail, clam chowder, Caesar salad with tuna, fried clams and lobster. For the two of us. And coke.

Gomez: you cannot drink coke. And most of that you really dislike.

Wednesday: I ordered a fish and chips for myself and 7up. I had some chowder and fried clams. It was really good. You would enjoy it I think father. Seafood Shanty. Perhaps you can visit if you and mother come along when Lurch brings Enid and I back to Nevermore? They have scallops. I saw them being taken to another table. I know those are Lurch’s favorite

Morticia: I think that would be a lovely start to the new year.

Thing: -making his way onto the table in front of Wednesday- The elitist snob is texting.

Granny: take your phone out and respond before we devour our food.

Wednesday excused herself and got the phone then returned to her seat.

Wednesday: oh look. He got ham. Very nice considering he got sandwiches and water for Thanksgiving

Grandmama: water and sandwiches? What kind of Thanksgiving dinner is that? Hester! What kind of friends do you have?

Granny: Vincent is not a friend. Merely an acquaintance. My dear friend Billie was his son’s Godmother. And to echo Esmeralda? Water and sandwiches?

Wednesday: he and his father went to the Caribbean for Thanksgiving.

Pugsley: wasn’t there a category 5 hurricane?

Wednesday: yes

Enid: -snickering- still pale compared to our Thanksgiving dinner. Oh and did you see what the gang got served at Pilgrim World?

Wednesday: yes. Kent showed me his photos. Candace shared some with me as well.

Morticia: who is Candace, Wednesday?

Wednesday: she is going to be Goody Addams at Pilgrim World.

Wednesday sent her photos of the elaborate dinner spread to Xavier. If possible it was even more fancy and had more types of dishes than Thanksgiving

-here is our Christmas table. We even have lobster and shrimp! My father loves lobster

-you hate it!! Or at least you said you hate it! Wait are those oysters? You hate those too! You little BITCH! You said you hated those! You just said that and didn’t eat them ordering your own food to make me look like a fool!

-I did not. As I stated. My father loves lobster. The oysters are for Pugsley and Grandmama.

-I hope you don’t waste the food

-Never! What we do not eat is fed to Kitty Kat or Cleopatra. Even Ocho, Aristotle, Ali, Snappy, Mr V, Elvis, and Butcher get some of the left overs. I bought some bugs and rodents especially for Homer and Carmen Miranda

-why must you always upstage me?

-why must you always try to impress me?

Wednesday put her phone away.

Wednesday: he is so annoying. Let us eat.

Granny: how is he annoying?

Wednesday: he thinks we are friends. We are not. He wants to date me. I do not. I have a girlfriend. Enid. He thinks he is better than Enid. He is not. Enid knows me, respects my boundaries and understands me. He does not

Ophelia: Enid is a welcome addition to both the Frump family and Addams family. A toast to Miss Enid Sinclair!

Everyone raised their glasses to Enid who blushed. She wasn’t used to being praised. They then helped themselves to the feast before them

[wagconts]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: Where Pablo enters the coffee shop where you work.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.

just an imagine of how they possibly met.

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: Hi guys, this is my first imagine written here on tumblr. I've been writing for a while, but I've never written here on this app. So, it's all new. And if you find any errors in the writing, forgive me! I'm not fluent in English, so I went through this whole thing with the translator. But, from the next imagines onwards I will check with more attention to every detail of the translation. Thank you and enjoy reading.

There are days when nothing goes right for

you, right? And today is being a

from them.

For starters, your cell phone doesn't

woke up and arrived late

work, which will certainly be

discounted when receiving my

wage.

And to make matters worse, today the cafeteria is

crowded, serving all types of

customer, from the most friendly ones, to

the most arrogant ones who want to

fly to the neck.

And unfortunately, you just served a grumpy old man who didn't know what

asking, made you spend minutes and more

minutes waiting for him to decide, to

in the end choose a simple black coffee

with hot mix.

You enter the kitchen stressed and play

the tray over the kitchen sink,

Bia, your work friend notices

and she asks you what happened.

— Same thing as always, full house,

lazy customer and lack of patience. —

explains.

— I can't wait for a customer to call the manager, if it continues like this you're going to hit someone. — she says.

— I don't lack desire - you say while preparing the annoying old man's order

— But I need this job more than ever.

— I understand! I've lost count of how many times I've thought about asking for the bills, but then I remember that I depend on all of this.

— Unfortunately. - complete.

You finish preparing the order and put everything on the tray, left the kitchen and went towards the table of the man who was already looking at you with an ugly face.

— It took a while, but everything is fine, right - he says mockingly - I was just waiting because I'm hungry.

You roll your eyes and put one of your feet back to get out of there as quickly as possible, but a guy who was sitting at the table in front catches my attention and I go over to him to help him.

— Hello good morning, how can I help you? - He asks, already taking his notebook.

The brown-haired boy looks at you for a minute and then looks at the menu again.

the boy was pretty, quite pretty - you think.

— To tell the truth, this is the first time I've come here. So could you give me a suggestion perhaps?

— Oh, of course! Do you have any preferences?

— To tell the truth, no. Any recommendation from you is great. - I let out a small laugh to relax.

— I suggest the chocolate cappuccino, it's the drink I leave here the most.

— So, I'll have a chocolate cappuccino. - he says and I write it down. — And to eat, I'll have a ham and cheese croissant.

— Good taste - I comment.

— Thanks! - He smiles looking at me.

— I'll be back with your order soon! — you leave and go towards the counter.

Vira takes out the sheet with the order note and leaves it in the "to-do" section.

Meanwhile, you take a cloth dampened with product and go to clean one of the tables where the customers were. Minutes later, the clerk calls you to tell you that the cappuccino was ready, along with the croissant on the plate.

You take the tray and go towards the table again, you excuse yourself from him and leave your food on your table.

— This cappuccino smells really good - he says.

— Can I help you with anything else?

— For now no thank you! - he says gently.

— You're welcome! - you smile friendly and leave there.

— I saw everything, okay? - Bia comments as soon as I approach her.

— what did you see? - you ask.

— those little smiles, the exchange of glances. So cute - she says charmingly.

— Don't even come with this one! - says to try to get out of that situation.

However, on the other side, Gavi, the customer served, had already finished his order. Then, he gets up from his desk and goes to the cash register.

— Which attendant placed your order, sir? - the player looks at him confused — And you know, it's part of the cafeteria's policy, this helps them earn more commission at the end of the month.

Wow, the boy scratched the back of his head

— Well, I have no idea what his name is, I just know that his hair was brown, or something like that.

— don't worry about that! - a girl with curly hair appeared next to the cashier — The person who served you was (her name)!

— Are you sure about this, Beatriz? - the boy responsible for the cashier asks.

Apparently this commission thing is serious around here - the player thought.

— No Richard, did you call me? - a female voice invaded the place.

— Was this the person who helped you by chance? - she directs the question to Pablo.

— It was her! Yes it was! - he confirms — In fact, her service was excellent, I always hope to be attended to by her when I come.

Pablo looks at the girl's face, you smile at the compliment you received while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

— wow (your name), congratulations. - he praises her.

— Thank you Richard, and thank you too... - you stared at Pablo as if waiting for him to say something.

— Pablo, my name is Pablo Gavi!

— And thank you again Pablo - you smile at him again.

The player finishes the payment and goes towards the exit door, he passes by the counter where he was (his name), he smiles and waves to the girl and reciprocates.

I will definitely come back here more often - he thinks.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐒𝐈𝐗

"They think they can muscle me out a rumble?" You panted, running through the streets of your neighborhood like a mad-woman, "They musta forgot who I was."

Breaking out of the hospital, you felt like you were something out of a Bond movie, all you needed was the bow tie.

You changed into a tank top and some jean shorts right before the nurses switched their shift, and then you made your move.

You grabbed Johnny's jacket and quickly ran next door, waiting a few seconds before walking out as if you were a visitor.

One of the new nurses reprimanded you, telling you that visiting hours were over, so you nodded and walked out the joint a free woman.

So now here you were, sprinting towards the vacant lot through the pouring rain, the divide of Greasers and Socs in sight.

And your favorite greased mop of hair standing front and center, right next to Ponyboy.

"Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble without me!" You smiled, jumping on top of a car and jumping down, a Soc throwing the first punch at Pony.

Both sides went wild.

"(y/n/n)?!" Johnny exclaimed, turning around and running towards you.

A random blonde ran towards you, thinking you were easy pickings, but you planted your foot and high kicked him in the face with the heel of your boot, knocking him out cold.

Johnny'd be a liar if he said he didn't find that impossibly hot.

"Hey, Johnnycake," you smiled, still panting, "Didn't miss me too much, didya?"

"Ain't chu supposed to be at the hospital? They let you out early?" He asked, the two of you going back to back and socking these two twins in the face.

"Nah," you shook your head, grabbing the guy by his collar and throwing him to the ground, kicking him in the face, "I staged a prison break. Tricked a nurse into thinkin' I was a visitor."

"Of course ya did," he sighed with a smile, punching another oncoming guy.

Just then, it started raining cats and dogs, and a Soc slipped and fell in front of you, a smirk growing on your face as you crouched down and landed a punch on his jaw, knocking him out.

But another Soc took the opportunity to grab you by your hair, yolking you up from behind.

So you threw your head back as hard as you could, dazing him enough for him to loosen his grip and let you to squirm out.

You whipped around and punched him in the face, him doing the same, but you ate it and landed a two piece on him, knocking him down.

You grabbed him by the collar of his sweater, landing two more punches, before he decided to scramble away.

"Watch yourself, (y/n/n)!" Johnny ran over, punching away a guy that was running up to kick you in the face.

You quickly got up, kicking the guy in the balls, before turning to Johnny, out of breath.

"Thanks," you smiled.

"No mention it," he smiled at, "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah, I'm-." You quickly shoved him down, leaning over his back to punch an incoming Soc that was trying to get the jump on him.

Johnny stood upright, the Soc landing a punch on him, before Johnny hit him with a one-two.

Another Soc came over, tackling you to the ground and punching you in the face, though it didn't really phase you none.

Bare-fisted punches you could take, but ringed ones were a different breed.

You grabbed his cheeks, slamming the heels of your palms on his ears before going ham on his face, scratching and clawing like your life depended on it.

His let out a hiss of pain and threw himself off of you, you taking your chance and giving his stomach the preacher's elbow.

Another one grabbed you, lifting you off his pal and socking you in the stomach, good.

You gasped, quickly trying to catch your breath but he landed another, and then another.

'Fuck!'

You slammed your heel on his foot, snapping around and punching him while he was distracted.

You sent a knee straight to his core, hooking a leg around his ankle and making him fall to the ground, kicking him in the stomach a couple times to finish him off.

Panting and out of breath, you looked around frantically, trying to find Johnny in the crowd, only to realize that the Socs numbers were dropping fast, and most of them were running back to their mustangs.

Two stragglers on their way out tried to get their licks in on you, but you kicked one in the balls, kneeing the other one in the stomach, and then kicked them both in the face when they fell to the floor.

But they still managed to scramble away, them being the final ones left, and the entirety of the Greasers side went up with cheers and howls of victory.

And you were able to finally spot your favorite greasy mop of hair in the crowd.

"We did it, Johnny!" You exclaimed, running over and jumping into his arms.

"We sure did, (y/n/n)," he panted, catching you and holding you tight, stroking your hair.

You grinned, pulling back and resting your forehead on his, "Wanna go back to mine an' get cleaned up?"

He grinned right back, "You betcha."

Johnny put you down with a smile and took your hand, running off with you close behind, trying to escape before anyone noticed you were gone.

"My brother's gonna kill me," you snickered, shaking your head as you thought about how blue he'd turn while yelling at you.

"Kill you?" Johnny scoffed, "He's gonna skin me!"

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Damn Socs," you grumbled, roughly wiping off the tip of your shoe with a rag, "Got their blood all over my favorite pair of boots."

Johnny chuckled, throwing on one of (b/n/n)'s old shirts, "Wouldn't have happened if you ain't love kickin' 'em so much."

The two of you had got back to yours, taking a couple quick showers and dressing your wounds before finally relaxing.

"Kickin' 'em is the only way to make sure they stay down. They're like cockroaches, they always get back up again," you smiled, putting it down and standing up from your vanity, plopping yourself on the bed.

"I heard that," he sighed, sitting down with you, "I didn't notice one of 'em get back up and he gave me this."

He pointed to his left eye, which had a little shiner on it, but nothing too serious.

"I think it makes you look tough," you smirked, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over it, gently.

"Oh, yeah?" He smirked back, pulling you into his lap by your waist, looking up at you like you were the only think in the universe, "You lyin' to me?"

"Never," you chuckled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

You were about to say something else, until you looked down, and noticed the burn scar on his hand, your stomach dropping.

'Right.'

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed, noticing your change in expression, until he realized what you were looking at, and tucked his hand behind his back.

"I told you, it don't hurt none. I promise," he assured, but you ignored him, carefully taking it from behind him and holding it up to inspect.

He gulped at your sudden silence, and suddenly felt hot with anxiety as your eyes raked over him, his every feature seeming to be put under a magnifying glass under your gaze.

Did you notice something you didn't like? Were you gonna kick him out?

 But much to his surprise, you slowly brought his hand up to your lips, pecking a long, feather-light kiss on the wound before placing his hand on your cheek, resting yours right over his.

"When we were out in the field near the church, and we broke the kiss, you were gonna say somethin' before Ponyboy interrupted," you started, your eyes peering into his soul, "What were you gonna say to me?"

Johnny flushed, his mouth going dry and throat closing up.

He couldn't say it now. Could he? Would that be weird? He didn't wanna be weird.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out, and you made it even worse when you turned your head, kissing the heel of his palm while still keeping complete eye contact.

Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, fighting back any sound as he felt that familiar throb in his pants.

The things you do to him.

"Use your words, Johnny," you cooed, leaning in closer, "Tell me what you were gonna say."

The poor boy felt like a dam that was about to burst, like at any moment he would explode and just completely spill his guts to you.

The influence of you was overwhelming, and he felt like he would do anything you asked if you told him to in that honey-laced tone.

"Please...Johnnycake~"

He broke.

The throb intensified, and he tightened his grip on your hips to keep himself grounded.

"I love you, (y/n/n). I think I love you more than I loved anythin'," he caved, looking up at you starry eyed, "I love you so much you make my chest bleed. Baby, you don't know how long I've wanted you."

He rested his forehead on yours, his breathing picking up pace.

"I wanna be around you all the time, 'cause you make me feel like I'm higher than the clouds. I wanna touch on ya, and hug ya, and hold you close to me, 'cause you're the only one I want," he rambled, his grip tightening even more.

"And, oh, God, when I saw you in that fire, you scared me so bad. I thought I'd never be happy again. You wouldn't say  nothin' and everyone was thinkin' the worse and I just...I dunno."

You noticed he was getting himself more worked up, so you slid your hand under his shirt, resting it on top of his heart.

It was going a mile a minute.

His breath calmed almost instantly, and his eyes rested on you intently, waiting for you to say something.

"Johnny Cade," you smiled, sinking on your knees so you were at eye level, "I love you....so much you'd be surprised. You make me feel calm, and protected, and I feel like I could talk to you about anything. I don't know what I'd do with myself without you in my life."

He looked surprised, almost shocked, at your confession. As if he'd never believe you had the words not come straight from your mouth.

"I want you, Johnnycake," you finished, touching noses as you gave him your darkest bedroom eyes.

His face went crimson, and he could feel the heat stretching all the way from the tips of his ears, to the base of his neck.

Was this really happening? Was this another one of his dreams? Was this one of his daydreams, and he was really sitting in at the Nightly Double with you, watching some stupid, beachy movie?

"But I need to make sure that you want this with me," you added, "I don't want you to regret it."

...

Were you joking?

"God, I need you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, resting his face in the crook of your neck and peppering the area with kisses, "I need this with you. I want it with you."

You smiled, and without hesitation, threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

He groaned into it as you tugged at his hair, tilting his head and pulling you close to deepen it.

Your lips molded together as tongues danced, teeth fought, and breathy moans filled each other's mouths. 

Johnny pulled back first, hiking you up higher on his lap so he had better access to your neck, his lips already attaching to the available flesh, sucking small, dark circles.

You bit your lip, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and allowing your head to lull back as he found a rhythm. 

Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat. Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat.

You especially tightened your grip when he found a certain spot at the column of your throat, a hushed mewl escaping your lips and going straight to his ears, another painful throb going straight through his cock.

"Johnny," you sighed, resting your cheek on his as you slightly pushed him away, reaching for the zipper of his pants.

You wanted to make him feel good, too.

"No way," he stopped, carefully taking your hand in his, "This is about you."

You tried to give him your best pleading eyes, poking out your lip, "But it's your turn..."

And you almost had him, too.

But he toughed it out for your sake.

"Another time," he assured with a smile, placing two kisses on the corners of your mouth.

Moving his hands down from your hips to under your thighs, his tightened his grip, hiking you further before picking you up and walking around to the foot of the bed.

"Now, lay down for me, baby'," he asked, leaning forward to put you down.

You blushed at his sudden confidence boost, but obeyed, allowing yourself to sink back into the comfort of your bed.

Johnny got down on his knees at the foot, carefully pulling you closer by your ankles.

As he slowly pulled down your jeans, he frantically racked his brain to remember conversations that he had with Dally and Steve about this stuff.

How to suck it, what ways to move his tongue, where everything was.

He had to make sure everything was perfect for you.

As he did away with your panties, which were a pretty black lace that he'd save in his mind for later, his eyes went wide at the sight of your core.

You were soaking, and clenching around nothing, not to mention you were making this adorable little face, as if you were embarrassed.

You started to close your legs, but Johnny kept them open, looking up at you with lust blown eyes.

"You have got to be the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he stated, as if he was reciting a known fact.

You flushed, your neck and face burning as you turned away from him, "Johnny..."

No one had ever said that to you before.

Without warning, he slammed his face into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Johnny!" You moaned, frantically grabbing at the bed sheets, trying to find something to ground you.

He swirled his tongue around like a madman, alternating his sucking and licking, your sounds making him groan into you.

What the guys described didn't come anywhere near what it was truly like.

He never knew someone could taste so good, and he never though he'd ever hear those sounds come from you, by his hand.

His dick was now painfully hard in his jeans, and he was physically fighting himself from grinding against the bed, your moans almost daring him to.

But he wanted to save himself for you.

He had to be patient.

Remembering something else Steve said, he slid two fingers into your hole, the way you were clenching around him making his grip on your thighs turn bruising.

"Fuck, Johnny!" You panted, threading your fingers in his hair and pushing his face deeper, throwing your head back at the two sensations, "I'm close...I'm so close."

He continued to suck on your clit, speeding up his fingers as he kept complete eye contact with you, wanting to commit everything about this moment to memory.

You mewled and bucked your hips, tugging and pulling on his hair for purchase, making his groans vibrate through your pussy.

He pushed even further, speeding up his fingers and shoving his head even deeper, your moans now, without a doubt, reaching the neighbor's house.

He finished it off with a curl of his fingers, the tips hitting directly on that soft, spongy spot, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Johnny!" You whined, finally allowing that coil in your stomach to release, your vision going white as he rode out your high, slowly pumping his fingers until you were back to normal.

He smirked, pulling out his fingers and his face, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh before using his arm to wipe his chin, taking in your fucked out state.

"Did good, didn't I?" He asked cockily, crawling up to meet your face.

"Where on Earth did you learn that?" You panted, turning to him in shock.

Despite that being your first time, you knew good and well that that was way better than normal head.

"I'm a good listener," he teased, pressing a kiss on your lips.

You smiled into it, letting him have his moment, before flipping the two of you over.

"All right, now, prettyboy," you devilishly smirked, pinning his wrists above his head, "My turn."

Fuck.

You pulled his shirt over his head, and propped him up on the headboard before you got to work, trailing kisses and hickeys from his jaw to his collarbone.

"You're so handsome, Johnnycake," you cooed, nibbling at the skin on his pec, making him sigh in pleasure, "So handsome."

You sucked a hickey in that same spot, him giving a tiny twitch.

"Don't tease me, baby," he whined, resting his hand at the base of your neck and pushing you closer to him.

You smiled, giving him a quick kiss before unzipping his pants, pulling them down.

"Take off your boxers for me, Johnnycake," you asked sweetly, tying up your hair and throwing off your shirt, unclasping your bra as well.

He nodded, pulling himself out of the tight confines, quickly trying to hide the stain of pre-cum that lay loud and proud on his red boxers.

Looking at his dick, you went wide eyed, almost in disbelief.

Sure, a part of you knew he wasn't a small guy, but you didn't think he would be that big, either.

'He should be walkin' around like he owns the block.'

"I'm sorry," he apologized, getting nervous under your eyes again.

You turned to him with a warm smile, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You don't have nothin' to be sorry for, baby," you assured, placing a kiss on his nose, "I just didn't think you'd be so big."

He turned beet red, turning to avoid your eyes.

He didn't think you'd be so blunt.

"We're gonna take it nice and slow, okay?" You stated, carefully taking his dick and lining him up.

He could only nod, the warmth of your hand already taking him places, his grip on your hips tightening.

You took a deep breath, slowly sinking yourself down on the tip, your eyes blowing wide.

"Oh my God~" the both of you moaned, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

You continued to sink at a steady pace, Johnny's grip tightening so much that you knew you'd have marks in the morning.

When you finally bottomed out, the both of you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"All right," you sighed, catching your breath, "Just let me know when it's okay to move."

Johnny was on cloud nine, his head already thrown back as he finally got a chance to feel you.

You were soft, real soft, and oh, so fucking tight that he thought you might suffocate him.

And it didn't help that you were clenching every two seconds, whining and squirming above him.

"Baby, I need ya to stay still or I'm not gonna last," he panted, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind your ear.

"S-Sorry," you mumbled, trying to keep yourself together as you rested your hands on his chest.

He filled you up so much, and all you wanted him to do was to move.

But you wanted to make sure he was comfortable first.

"All right, you can move," he nodded, finally finished prepping himself.

You nodded, slowly lifting yourself off of him, before completely slamming yourself down.

"FUCK!" Johnny moaned, wrapping his arms around you for purchase.

You continued on, lifting and dropping yourself at a faster pace, sending the both of you over the moon.

Your skin slapping echoed through the room, turning you on and making you to go even faster.

"I...fuck...I love you so much, Johnny. Shittt...love you so fuckin' much," you moaned, feeling up all over his chest, throwing your head back.

"You're gonna kill me, baby," Johnny panted, leaning forward to place kisses on your beautiful tits, "I'm so close....fuckkkk...so close. A little bit more."

You used that as motivation, pushing you even harder and faster, now completely lifting off his dick before bouncing back down.

"Fuck!" He moaned, helping move your hips on top of him.

"That's it, I'm gonna-." He felt your pussy flutter around him, and he was gone, pressing you down and letting go with you.

The second you finished, you fell forward into his chest, exhausted.

For both your first times, you think you did pretty all right.

Johnny gave you a tired smile, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your head.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, stroking your hair, "I wantchu to be my girl."

You weakly smiled, nuzzling into his chest, "I am your girl, Johnnycake."

He grinned, laying the both of you down and pulling up the covers.

You turned your back, but he pulled you close by your waist, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck.

"My girl," he happily muttered, already starting to fall asleep.

You smiled to yourself, settling in your spot before shutting your eyes, taking in a deep breath

You were finally content. You finally had what you had been pining for all these years.

And it felt sweet.

It felt warm.

And listening to his soft snores, you were able to lull asleep, excited to see what tomorrow would bring.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

[the-offside-rule]

Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - An Unexpected Gift

Day 5 of Christmas

“Another glass?” Jude asked, lifting the bottle of wine. “Don’t mind if I do.” Y/n smiled, lifting her glass from the countertop. Jude poured her a generous glass and one for himself. “Now, what else have we to do?” He asked. “Well, pigs in blankets, gravy, mashed potatoes-

“Brussel sprouts.” He interrupted. “Absolutely not.” Y/n replied, not looking up from the food in front of her. “My mum loves them.” Jude said, knowing she would definitely make some for the exception of one person and one person only. “I’ll make some for Denise but that’s it.” She said. "Thank you." The pair were cooking together for their first Christmas Dinner together. The years before, they both lived eith their parents, but since Jude moved to Madrid and Y/n moved for university, this would be their first Christmas in their new house and in a new city.

"How long until you family gets here?" Y/n asked. "Not for a while." Jude replied. "I say we get started on the breakfast. They could be here any minute." Y/n said. Jude nodded. "Yeah. We can leave the dinner for an hour or so."

"No, the turkey and ham needs to go in now and then the veg and stuff go on in a few hours." Y/n said. "Wouldn't that cremate the food?" Jude joked. "You're hilarious, really." Jude wrapped his arms around the shoulders and kissed her cheek, pulling her back into his chest. "I don't know what I would do without you." He whispers. "You'd have an undercooked turkey." He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Let's just get the breakfast done first."

The pair set aside the dinner and went to work at the breakfast, making....well a full English. What else could be better first thing on Christmad day? Especially for Jude's family who were fresh off a flight from England. As they were plating the food, the doorbell rang so of course, Jude went to see who it was. It didn't take long to decipher who it was as she heard the familiar voices of Jude's family from the hallway, followed by Denise walking into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. "Y/n! How are you, my dear?" Y/n put the pan in her hand down and went to greet Denise with a hug. "Oh my goodness, it's been so long!" Y/n chuckled. "You're cooking breakfast?"

"Yes, full English." Y/n replied. "Jude, you have a good girlfriend." Denise shouted out. Jude shortly walked into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. "I've the best girlfriend." He replied. "Have you opened your presents yet?" Denise asked. "No, I told him we should wait for you, Denise." Y/n then greeted Jobe and his dad before the family sat down and enjoyed their breakfast together. "Full English breakfasts just taste better on holiday." Mark said, finishing up his breakfast. "Or maybe it's just the person who cooked it." Y/n smiled at the compliment. "I wouldn't say that. I've had Denise's breakfasts and they are unreal."

Y/n put the dishes away in the dishwasher with the help of Jobe, and the family went to the living room to open the gifts. Denis head brought a few with her, as well as the few from duty free. Y/n sat on the sofa beside Jude opening the gifts she had received from her own family who unfortunately couldn't make it this year. Jude simply sat beside her with his arms around her, every so often pressing kisses onto her shoulder. "We should go to your family next year." Jude whispered. "Why's that?" She asked. "Well I don't have to be back to training until the 29th, do I?" Y/n held a melancholic smile. "Suppose so."

"You alright?" Jude asked. "I just miss them." She said. A few minutes later, the buzzer for the gate has buzzed. Y/n looked confused. "Who's that?" Jude shrugged his shoulders. "Probably the postman." He replied. "It's Christmas Day. Surely they don't do post on Christmas day?" Jude stood up and pressed the button for the gate to open. Shortly after, the doorbell rang. Jude promptly stood up and walked out to the hall, opening the door. Nobody heard anything from the hall, then a few moments later, they heard talking and laughing. As the footsteps towards the living room grew closer, Y/n turned her head. Jude walked through the door and then, to Y/n's surprise, her whole family.

"Mum!" Y/n ran into her mums arms, then her dad came and threw his arms around both ladies. "You planned this?" Y/n asked. "Course, I did. I didn't want our first Christmas away to only have one family." Y/n peppered Jude's face in kisses. "You didn't tell her we were coming?" Her dad asked. "No, I thought I'd leave it as a surprise." Jude smiled. "Oh, you're the sweetest." Y/n's mum said, her hand over her heart. "I love you so much." Jude kissed the top of her head. "Happy Christmas, love." He whispered, pulling her closer into his chest. "Happy Christmas."

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

As Harry walked through the door, he barely resisted the urge to slam it. He didn’t bother to hide his scowl when Tom strolled into the entryway to greet him.

“You were out later than expected,” Tom said, blithe as you please. Clearly his errand went smoothly.

“The next time you need an alibi, you’re on your own,” Harry grumbled. “If I’d had to deal with Umbridge’s toadying for one more minute, you would’ve ended up in Azkaban anyway.”

“Well, that explains why you’re still wearing my face. It’s a wonder you were able to escape before you ran out of Polyjuice.”

“I had to rely on Lucius sodding Malfoy to get me out of there.” Harry didn’t typically care about dignity all that much, but it was mortifying to have to rely on the Malfoy patriarch to save him. And now he’d probably owe the older man a favour, and Malfoy would absolutely lord it over Harry for ages.

“You are so lucky I love you,” he groused, bending slightly to pull off Tom’s ridiculous boots. He couldn’t wait to get back into his own comfortable and completely unfashionable clothing, but it would be a while yet before the potion wore off. He’d had to take a dose as soon as he’d gotten away from the bright pink blight.

“Of course. Thank you, dear heart.”

The distant tone made Harry suspicious. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Tom staring intently at Harry’s… well, Tom’s arse.

“Tom.”

To his credit, Tom showed not an ounce of shame as he let his eyes drift up to meet Harry’s. “Yes, darling?”

“Were you just effectively checking yourself out?”

Tom held his gaze. “And if I was?”

Harry stood up and slowly walked over to his husband. He had to admit, he was enjoying being of the same height – he’d learned to accept that Tom and many of his friends towered over him, but seeing how the other half lived was nice.

“Well, of course I’m gonna take the piss out of you forever.” Harry grinned. He could feel it sit strangely on Tom’s features.

Tom’s shoulders stiffened, the only sign he was irked. Harry reached out to trail a hand down Tom’s chest, grabbing his belt buckle and tugging him into Harry’s chest.

“And I might be willing to indulge you on this, husband.”

A brief stutter in his breathing and flaring heat in his eyes showed Tom was interested. Very interested. 

“Would you?” Tom's blasé tone didn't fool him at all.

Harry chuckled, dropping a quick peck on Tom’s lips before pulling away and heading to the kitchen. “I’ve known you were a narcissist for years. Really, I should’ve expected this.”

He should have paid more attention to Tom’s conspicuous silence behind him, but Harry was more interested in the sandwich he was about to make. That leftover ham was calling his name.

(Because it is his)

[thenanbakacorner]

HIIIIIIIIIII I'VE BEEN READING YOUR WORKS ALL DAY

Also been an avid follower but somehow I didn't notice lmao N E WAYS

My first request to you!! I kinda have two different questions-

What's your AO3 and Wattpad??? I'm on Wattpad more but I wanna know so I can follow you there too!

Second question: Can I request the Building 13 boys with an s/o or found family member who has prominent motherly instincts and comforts them when they need it whether it be from nightmares or stress or irritation or just low self-esteem moments???? Take your time, love your work, and don't force yourself to do too much!! ❤️❤️❤️ ignore this if it's too much but eeeeeeeee bye have a good day/night!!!

HI HIII thank you for the interest in my content!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° Means a lot!!

First off my Wattpad is CanaricalsTrash and my Ao3 is Canaricals_Trash!

Second off, absolutely you can!! I live for hurt and comfort fluff man,, went with found family for this with the found family member being a cellmate of the boys!

F/N = Found family member's name

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🔓 Jyugo 🔓

Jyugo lives in constant fear of losing his friends after meeting Elf

As far as he's concerned, he could drop in at any moment and steal them away. The thought terrifies him to no end

For weeks after his escape attempt was thwarted by his cellmates, he was stressed out and distant

F/N noticed this with a nervous start, and after carefully keeping an eye on him, she decides to talk to him about it

He's exceedingly nervous when she brings up his distant and stressed behavior, dancing around the question and trying to avoid the subject

F/N gives him a soft, caring expression, reaching out to cup his cheek and making him look into her eyes with a surprised look on his face

Tells him she'll always be here for him if he needs her, and that he can tell her anything he needs to get off his chest

She'll always be there for him..

Jyugo cant fight back the tears after that, and wraps his arms around her, sobbing gently into her shoulder

He'll always have his fear of Elf taking her and his other friends, but he'll be damned if he doesn't put up a fight for them if he's given the chance to when that bridge is crossed

🎲 Uno 🎲

Uno ended up getting a minor injury while he and the others were jailbreaking

He got a scuff on his face after losing his footing and tripping, and being as enamored in his own physical image as he is, he lost his mind over it

Rambling about how Kiji's gonna call him a one, how he hoped to god it wouldn't scar, how he's gonna bruise, yadda yadda yadda..

Goes ham trying to mend it himself, applying different creams and beauty products to it to try and hide or heal it the best he can

Fusses over it for days straight and gets more desperate and sullen as it does indeed bruise, a blue and purple mark very visible on his cheek

F/N constantly tells him he'll be fine, that it's just a little bruise and a scratch and shouldn't scar

Uno constantly retorts that it's not fine, that this ugly bruise is in such an important area and oh so visible

F/N eventually has enough and one day, while Uno's in the cell's bathroom fussing over his bruise again, she cups his cheeks and makes him look at her

Goes on a rant about how he's beautiful just the way he is, bruise and all, and that he shouldn't let a temporary wound on his face ruin his self-esteem and good views of himself. It'll heal soon enough and he'll be as good as new!

He really needed to hear that. He puts a hand over her own and sighs, leaning into her touch as he gently thanks and promises her that he'll (try to) stop being such a drama queen

🍩 Rock 🍩

While in the recreation room with F/N and his friends, there ended up being a brawl between two random inmates which Rock tried to break up

Got punched by one of them and got a busted nose and ended up getting pissed off as a result, punching the aggressor's own nose in

He got in trouble as to be expected for getting involved, and had to wait to hear from Hajime about what his punishment would be

He was laid up in the infirmary as Otogi treated his nose, growling and grumbling to himself about how stupid this all was

F/N stayed with him as he waited to be cleared by Otogi to go back to his cell

When Hajime came to bring the two back to the cell, he told Rock he'd be getting 30 minutes less of recreation time for a week as punishment (While the ones who started it got recreation time removed all together for the same amount of time)

Rock throws his head back with an irritated groan at that. Mumbles to himself how he shouldn't have gotten involved and should've kept his temper in check

F/N takes his hand as they walk back to the cell, her thumb petting over the back of it to soothe him

When they get back, F/N puts a hand on his arm as she looks up at him and gives him a comforting smile and tells him that it's alright, that she's proud of him for trying..

Rock sighs and smiles back, thanking her for the kind words and saying that having her around was a big help to keep his head level

💊 Nico 💊

F/N wakes up to a sharp cry in the middle of the night, turning to see Nico upright with cold sweat dripping down his face

Tears are in his eyes as well as he lifts his hands to cup his head, shivering violently

He must've had a nightmare..

She gently says his name to get his attention, asking him if he's alright. Nico's reply is two head shakes and a whimper

F/N coaxes him over to her own bed for comfort, and he's with her in a heartbeat, wrapping his arms around her and sobbing into her chest

F/N rubs the back of his head with one hand while the other rubs away his tears, her face against his vibrant green hair as she whispers soothing words to him

Whispers how he's alright, that it was just a bad dream.. that he's safe here.

Nico lets out little whimpers and nods in reply to each thing she says, slowly calming down to her warm touch and soothing voice

When he finally fully calms down, he slightly hesitantly explains to her that the nightmare was about when he was experimented on way back when, and that it felt so real-- like he'd gone back in time.

F/N gently holds him close, continuing to calm and reassure him that it's now a thing of the past. As long as she's around, no one will harm him like that again. It made Nico smile at last, nuzzling against her in thankfulness

[misc-obeyme]

Brothers do the Heart Trend

Okay this was another request from @oakley-tree1 for the brothers doing the heart trend where you make half a heart with your hands. So in this scenario, I went with MC is filming the reactions to them just holding out the half heart to the brothers. I'm saying this became a trend in the Devildom, too, at some point so some of the brothers know about it. Thank you for the request!

GN!MC

Warnings: None.

Lucifer

What are you doing, MC? He doesn't have time for nonsense, he is a very busy demon.

If you don't explain and just wait for some kind of interaction, he will sigh and shake his head before completing the other half of the heart.

Of course he knows about the trend. Did you expect him to be ignorant because it is such a trivial thing? He pays attention to what's going on in the Devildom closely, even if he thinks it's silly.

Secretly thinks it's incredibly cute when you do it, though. He knows you're filming this interaction, but he insists on taking a picture of the two of you for himself, too. Uses it as his D.D.D. wallpaper.

Mammon

Initially confused because who knows what's going on in his head at any given time. Was probably thinking about his latest attempt at obtaining more Grimm. So he just stares at you for a few minutes like ???

Once he realizes, though, he's gonna get blushy. Covers it up by saying something like of course you wanna do the heart tread with the Great Mammon!

There's no question that he knows about the trend, of course. Hams it up while you're filming his reaction, but like Lucifer, he also insists on a picture of you guys for himself. Won't let anyone see it. That's only for him!

Ya better not be doin' this trend with anybody else, MC!

Leviathan

Understands what you're doing at once. Although Levi probably doesn't care too much about social media trends, he is very aware of them due to being chronically online. In fact, he probably knew about this trend before it even hit the Devildom since he's always consuming human world stuff.

Blushes profusely, but he's so excited to do the trend with you. He's seen it countless times and thought he'd never get the chance to do it with someone himself.

If you pester him about it, he might complete the heart with his tail. But not before he gets incredibly flustered that you think it's really cute.

Make sure you send him that video, MC!

Satan

Does not know the trend. Looks at you in confusion for a moment before taking your hand and kissing the back of it. He doesn't know if that's what you wanted, but he wanted to do it, so he did.

Now you're the one blushing and laughing. Tell him about the trend and what you wanted him to do. He'll smile at you indulgently. Of course he'll do whatever trend you like, MC.

Now that you've brought this trend to his attention, Satan thinks it's pretty cute. Happily makes the heart with you, snapping a picture for himself, too.

Posts the pictures on Devilgram because he wants everyone to see how cute you two are.

Asmodeus

You know before you even attempt it that Asmo is going to be fully aware of this trend. As predicted, he immediately makes the other half of the heart, squealing in delight as he does it.

He's already got his D.D.D. out, taking pictures. You've made him so happy, MC! This is going to be so cute! You can be sure it's all going up on Devilgram.

He's so thrilled he can't stop himself from kissing your cheek when he snaps a photo of you guys doing the heart. This becomes his new profile picture on all his socials.

Probably does the trend with a few other people, too, but always talks about how they're never as cute as the time he did it with MC!

Beelzebub

Doesn't know the trend. Frowns at your hand in confusion. Eventually takes it, turns it over, and puts some of whatever he's eating in it. If you wanted to try some, you could've just asked, MC. He'll always share food with you.

While this interaction is incredibly adorable, you tell Beel about the trend and what you were actually attempting to do.

Ohhh. Now that you mention it, he has heard of that. Gladly makes the other half of the heart with you. Blushes a little at how happy it makes you.

Doesn't think to take pictures of his own, but you do it with his D.D.D. He's inspired to do the trend with Belphie too. Very happy when he has pictures of both of you doing the trend with him.

Belphegor

Doesn't know the trend, doesn't care about the trend. Assuming you attempt it while he's more alert, he's going to just stare at you until you explain.

Alternatively, you can attempt it while he's sleeping, which really just means you're positioning his hand yourself. He won't even know about it until he sees your post.

Come on, MC. If you really want to do that trend, he'll do it with you properly. Show him the pictures of you and Beel doing it to get him to smile. He can't deny that those pictures are pretty cute.

Now he has his own pictures with you, too. Absolutely enjoys watching the video of you doing this with all his brothers. Makes fun of Lucifer for knowing what it was.

masterlist | Thanks for reading!

[epic-kotlc-crossover]

Dangerous

presenting: my favorite vengeance saga song!!!

@thesfromhms @myfairkatiecat @bookwormgirl123 @sombrathedragon @justalunaticfangirl

@ham-cheese-toastie

Fitz stared out into the sea belatedly. Escaping Linh’s island should’ve been exhilarating, freeing, but all he felt was emptiness. Seven more years had been wasted. 

Marella would be twenty. Sophie would’ve moved on, especially after ten years without him reaching out telepathically.

And his brothers—his family for thirteen years—were all dead. “Six hundred deaths under my command.” Fitz squeezed his eyes shut, tears prickling. Because I had one goal in mind.

No fleet. No friends.The raft beneath him swayed slightly in the sea, little flecks or salt flying into his face.

“How will I reach Ithaca?” He’d left Linh because of a god. He’d probably only survived the war because of a god. And the only god near him right now hated his guts and would probably kill Fitz the first chance he got.

Fitz looked up suddenly, scrutinizing the surrounding sea. Poseidon hadn’t shown up at all, which was really… weird. He’d expected the god to be on him the minute he left the shore.

Laughter echoed around him, and Fitz blanched. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, not him. Anyone but him.

“All you have to do is not open the bag this time, Fitzy.” Hermes flew in a circle around him, dark eyes scrutinizing. 

“Hermes?” Fitz whispered. Though the god annoyed him, it was refreshing to see a familiar face. 

This sent Hermes into a fit of giggles, his sunglasses slipping precariously down his nose. “Hello, old friend!” Did he—?

Did Hermes save him? Fitz hadn’t realized the god counted him as a friend, but he wasn’t complaining. “Were you the person Linh talked to?” Thank you, thank you, thank you. “Thank you,” Fitz told him, a waver in his voice that he tried desperately to hide. Hermes had probably saved him from spending the rest of his life with a woman who liked him way too much. 

To his surprise, Hermes shook his head,a flash of guilt crossing his face. “No, but someone’s given you one last chance to make it back home!” The god waved his right hand, and a very familiar bag appeared.

Keefe’s face flashed before Fitz’s eyes, and he could feel himself paling. No… “If you make it back home, you’ll be able to wash the blood off your hands, and I know you will.” The god looked solemn for the first time since Fitz had known him.

“If your plan’s so great, then why’d you wait to say it?” Fitz asked. That seemed to shake Hermes out of whatever was going on, and he started laughing. Again.

“It’s a little dangerous, my friend!” Hermes clapped Fitz on the back, making him stumble forward, almost into the water. He looked back up at the god, brushing hair out of his eyes. Really? We’re on a tiny raft.

“You can’t play safe in this situation.” Hermes told him, a grin playing at his lips. “You’ll need a whole…” He gestured toward Fitz. “Mindset change to be able to go through with it.”

I can do it, Fitz thought. 

“You’ll need to put everything on the line, Fitzy.” Sometime when he was talking, Hermes stopped floating and stood in front of him, swaying along with the waves.

Fitz nodded. I’m ready for this. “Alright. I’m in, what do I need to do?” Hermes grinned, and spread his arms out. 

“Follow the north star until you think you’ve gone enough, then keep going. You’ll need to go through uncharted waters, where danger greets you with a smile. And—” Hermes giggled, the wings on his shoes flapping and taking him airborne once again. “It’s going to be dangerous, my friend!” The god wiggled around in the air, spinning in circles around Fitz. 

He blinked. “Are you–? Are you actually dancing?” Hermes laughed, and brought out the wind bag again. The glowing blue designs looked… eerie, and not just because of the memories of–the memories associated with it. 

“We went through so much to get this…” We? Fitz mused. Probably the same person who helped free me. “Remember, you need to keep the bag closed if you want to get home! Letting out the storm inside would ruin your last chance to return to your wife.”

This was a cruel joke. Fitz swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. Mustering up all his courage, he flashed a cocky grin. “Don’t you know danger is my friend? I’ve trained for this,” he gestured to the wind bag, “for my whole life. I have to get home, I’ll be ruthless and put an end to this foolishness.” 

I have to see Sophie. “Don’t you know that I’m dangerous?” Fitz took the bag from Hermes. The storm inside seemed to fight with him with every movement, trying to get out. “And, Hermes?” The god paused, halfway in the air. “Thank you.” He’d saved his life twice now. 

Hermes laughed. “Don’t thank me, friend. I’m not the one who fought for you.” He gave Fitz a two fingered salute and one last smile before turning around and shooting up into the sky.

Fitz stood there, staring at the sea and wondering if he’d be able to survive this one last obstacle. 

Shaking his head and sighing, Fitz secured the bag to the raft and started rowing.

[chrisbitchtree]

Eggs

A tiny little something in honour of Billy's birthday!

800 words - G

***

“Funny how Easter’s on my birthday this year,” Billy said, bypassing a greeting completely as he grabbed a post-run glass of water from the fridge. “Fucking weird how it moves around every year. I can never keep track of it, and now it’s so early, it’s throwing me off. I know we’re going back to Hawkins to Hop and Joyce’s house for Easter lunch on Sunday, but maybe we can do something afterwards, or the next weekend, if we’re not too busy?”

Steve nodded and turned away, trying to hide the grin taking over his face. Sure, they were busy trying to get the record store they were opening off the ground, but it was crazy to Steve that even after a decade together, Billy didn’t know well enough that Steve had already been planning something for his birthday for months.

In fact, given that it was his 29th, his champagne birthday, Steve was planning something extra special, a huge party with all of Billy’s favourite people, Hop and Joyce, all the kids, Robin, and some of their other friends from the city, all of them congregating at Joyce’s for a big turkey dinner in honour of Billy.

“How were you at Easter egg hunts when you were a kid?” Steve asked Billy, trying to steer the topic of conversation away from birthdays.

Billy shrugged. “Can’t really say. Neil told my mom to stop setting them up for me when I was about five. Said I was too old for that shit. Too bad, I love those little eggs. Just never felt the same to eat them after without earning them on a hunt.”

A tiny piece of Steve’s heart broke at the words. He knew it was part of Billy’s healing process to be really matter of fact about Neil’s cruelty, that it wouldn’t help at all for Steve to make a big deal out of it in the moment, to try to comfort him or tell him everything was all right now. So, he did as was requested and just told Billy that that sucked, kissed him on the top of his sweaty head and they moved on with their day.

Or so Billy thought. As soon as Billy was in the shower, safely out of earshot as he blasted metal so loud Steve was sure the neighbours would complain again, he placed a call.

“Hi Steve,” Joyce said, when he informed her of who was calling. “It’s very nice to hear from you, but you don’t typically call the store. Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Steve replied. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just hoping that you can do me a favour. Does Melvad’s have any chocolate eggs left?”

“Sure,” she answered, sounding confused. “We have about thirty or so bags left.”

“Great!” Steve smiled. “Can you buy them all? I’ll pay you back as soon as we get there on Sunday.” He went on to explain his plan, a giant easter egg hunt, stretching all over Joyce and Hop’s new farmhouse property. Forget the party, Billy was going to lose his mind over this.

Joyce promised that she’d buy the eggs and enlist the kids to hide them all over the yard. Steve thanked her, then settled in to wait until Sunday.

***

Easter Sunday came, and as Steve had guessed, Billy hadn’t been at all expecting a party, and thanked Steve and Joyce a million times over for getting everyone together for him. They had a great time, feasting on ham and turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, hot cross buns and three kinds of pie, along with a huge birthday cake for Billy, and they all toasted him with champagne as they sang happy birthday.

Then finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. Steve could no longer hide his grin as Billy tore into his gift from Steve, two tickets to see Metallica, cradled inside an easter basket. “Uhhhhh, thanks, babe? I think?”

Steve laughed, explaining Billy’s task to him and the crowd gathered around them. “It just seemed fitting that since your birthday is on Easter this year, that we do something extra special. Besides, you’re never too old for an Easter egg hunt, right?”

Billy smiled at him, giving him such a fond look that Steve had to take a moment just to look at him, capturing that moment in his memory forever.

They all spent the afternoon helping Billy on his hunt, laughing and smiling, posing for Jonathan’s camera, as they filled his Easter basket almost three times over.

They ended the day curled up together in bed, surrounded by little balls of tinfoil Easter egg wrapper, groaning as their belly aches started to set in. Even as he reached for the Gravol, Steve knew that this would quickly become a cherished memory.

[sunflowergirl522]

Flower Girls

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Summary: It’s the girls first day of school and you’re missing them while Callie gets teased over her full name. Luckily Eddie’s there to help both of you.

A/N: Yes this is vaguely inspired by Chrysanthemum.

Word Count: 2044

The Twins Masterlist

“Thanks again for coming with me Eddie.” It’s probably the third time you’ve thanked him since you both left your house to pick the girls up from their first day of kindergarten. “And for being there for me today.”

“It’s no problem, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” 

About an hour after you had dropped them off you had called Eddie to see if he wanted to come over hiding how distraught you were over the phone. When he got there he saw right through your act and immediately brought you into his arms asking what was wrong. That was when you started crying and admitting how much you missed your babies and how you feel lost being in the house without them. Today was the first time in a really long time that you were without both of them for an extended period of time and the silence was getting to you.

Eddie held you close to him as you spoke while slowly backing you up into the living room. He told you to pick a movie while he made some famous Munson ham sandwiches, a regular ham sandwich really but it’s almost exclusively all he and Wayne eat so they’re special to him. He had wiped the tear streaks and the few peeking out of the corners of your eyes away with his thumbs while he spoke. You nodded and he brought you into another quick hug wanting nothing more than to drop a kiss to your forehead before heading into the kitchen.

What you appreciated the most about the whole thing was how Eddie never told you you were overreacting or tried to make you feel better by saying you’ll see them in a few hours. All he did was try to distract you from the fact that they weren’t around and keep you entertained so time went by quicker. And when you had tried to apologize for being so emotional over it he covered your mouth with his hand before you could even finish your sentence, telling you there was nothing to apologize for. And then you asked him to come with you when you picked them up so you didn’t get too emotional then like you almost did this morning when Callie did not want to leave your side to go in.

“When I leave today do you want me to take another box or two to Goodwill?” Eddie asks as he follows you out of the car and towards the pick up area. Between your family looking through them and Eddie taking the ones you’ve okayed for donations you’ve gotten almost every box taking up the front room out of there.

“Yeah, that’d be great. That would just leave me with the couple of boxes I’m waiting for Steve’s parents to come look through. I think I’ll just drop them off at his house though.”

“Are you gonna want any help setting up the playroom?”

“I won’t say no if that's you offering.” You smile up at him before your attention immediately gets drawn to Callie who’s rushing towards you.

“Mommy!” You crouch just in time to catch her in a hug and she immediately bursts into tears against your chest. Your eyes go wide with worry and you rub her back holding her tightly against you while looking up at Eddie panicked. Primrose is close behind her sister stopping next to you not noticing Eddie until he says something in greeting. You don’t catch it, you're too busy trying to soothe Callie.

“Come on baby, let’s go home.” You whisper it into Callie’s hair before standing up keeping her in your arms. “Eddie, can you drive?”

“Sure thing Princess.” He takes the keys from you and holds his hand out for Primrose to take for on the way to the car. She’s quiet as she watches you with Callie and Eddie catches a look of confusion on her face as she stays latched onto you refusing to let go to sit in the back seat. Eddie helps Primrose buckle up in the back seat while you take your spot in the front with Callie on your lap hoping your arms are enough to keep her safe.

“You’re gonna be okay baby. Let it out sweet girl.” You murmur repeatedly in her ear the whole drive home, caressing the back of her head as she cries into your shoulder.

“Is Callie okay Mama?” Primrose asks as Eddie pulls into your driveway her voice full of worry for her sister. 

“I don’t know Rosie baby. She’ll have to let us know when she’s calmed down enough to speak.” Eddie rushes around the car once it’s been parked to open your door for you before going to let Primrose out of the back. “Thanks Eddie.”

“Anytime, I’ll get the door for you.” He walks quickly in front of you and holds it open while you walk past him, his worried glance going straight to Callie as you go.

“Darling, can I put you down to get your shoes off?” You sway a bit as you speak softly to your now almost dried eyed girl. She nods and lets go of her grip on you so you can sit her on the staircase. Once you do get her shoes off Eddie’s right there to take them from you and put them on the shoe rack knowing how you don’t like when shoes are left everywhere but that you would’ve left them in your worry. Primrose is at Callies side almost as soon as you set her down, putting a hand on her shoulder and asking what’s wrong. Eddie’s never seen siblings care about each other the way that your girls care about each other, it warms his heart to see it.

“Do you feel ready to talk about what made you feel upset?” You gently wipe the tear streaks from her cheeks as you ask. She nods in response. “Let's go get comfy on the couch and you can tell me about it okay?”

You stand and hold your hand out for her to take. She stands before taking it and you let her lead the way into the living room. Primrose follows close behind silently. With Eddie lagging a little behind unsure if he should be around for this despite all his worry for Callie. Once Callie’s seated in her spot on the couch, Primrose sitting next to her, you crouch down and take her hands in your own and Eddie hovers awkwardly in the doorway. 

“Do you want Eddie to go away while you tell me?” 

“No, want him to stay.” She murmurs and you motion with your head for him to come join you in front of them. He can’t help but feel some type of way at the fact that she wants him to stay while she talks about it. 

“What’s wrong, Cals?” He asks as he gets next to you on the floor. She opens her mouth to speak but then shuts it again. She’s quiet for another minute before you bring the backs of her hands to your mouth to place kisses on them.

“You know you can tell me anything baby. And if you can’t get the words out then that’s okay too, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“This boy in my class made fun of my name after the teacher called it out. He said it was too long and hard to say and weird.” Callie’s always loved her name and when you use it so hearing someone make fun of it and in response other kids laugh at it really upset her.

“Oh my sweet girl, come here.” You’re quick to pull her off the couch and into your lap when you notice her eyes tearing up again.

“And then during naptime I started crying because I missed you and he called me a crybaby.” She whimpers through her words as she speaks. Eddie watches as Primrose's face scrunches up in anger. It’s clear to him that she didn’t know it happened. “Am I a crybaby mama?”

“You Calliopsis, are not a crybaby.” She smiles at the way your soothing yet serious voice says her full name full of love. And Eddie’s eyes widen a bit upon hearing her full name for the first time. “You’re a Y/l/n and we Y/l/ns are an emotional group of people.”

“We are?”

“Yep. You know what I did today?”

“What?”

“I cried.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I missed you and your sister so much while you were gone. I made Eddie come over to help distract me, didn’t I Eds?”

“That’s right, cried like a baby into my chest over it. But that was okay because it’s good to get those feelings out.” He’s nervous his wording was all wrong for the situation but then you smile at him from over Callie’s shoulder and it fixes all his nerves. 

“Look at me Calliopsis.” She turns her head to look at you from where she was wide eyed staring at Eddie. “It's okay to cry, it’s good to get all your feelings off of your chest. You’re not a crybaby for feeling things and having a reaction to them. And I’ll always be here to help you through it, always. Okay?” She nods and you bring her into a hug. 

“You two are named after flowers you know?” You hear later as you make dinner and Eddie plays with the girls. “Two really pretty ones.” You’re not sure how he knows that exactly but you’re quickly distracted from that with how excited the girls sound at the idea.

“Calliopsis are considered to be fairies' favorite type of flowers and they say that the way to see fairies is to look over the petals of a primrose.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Dinner’s done!” You get down bowls for the spaghetti and Eddie comes into the kitchen to take them out of your hands.

“Go sit with your girls, I'll bring everything in.”

“Are you sure?” He nods and pushes you with his shoulder towards the dining room.

“Mama, are we really named after fairy flowers?”

“You are but I didn’t name you after them because of fairies. I did it because of what they can mean and because my grandma used to always have them in her garden.”

“What do they mean?”

“Calliopsis can be symbolic of love at first sight. Which is exactly what happened when I first laid eyes on the two of you. And primrose can be symbolic of eternal love. Which is what I have for you, my pretty girls.” They get distracted from the conversation as Eddie brings in the pot and starts placing bowls in front of everyone, filling them up as he goes.

“Do you know a lot about flower meanings?” Eddie asks you after he takes his seat next to you ready to dig into the meal he knows will be amazing.

“Not really, my gran helped me name them. She was big on knowing about all the different flowers. Do you know a lot about flowers and fairies?” He shrugs and twirls his fork around to catch the noodles.

“A little, my aunt was into gardening and when I would go out to help her she’d tell me things about fairies to keep me interested. We had our own little fairy garden.” 

“That’s nice.” You don’t push for more information knowing it’s hard for him to talk about his late aunt and instead smile and lean in closer to him as you eat.

“Thanks for being here today Eddie.” He’s getting ready to leave after you put the girls to bed, not wanting to stay and keep you up when your first day of work is tomorrow. He has to get home and start looking for his aunt's books on gardening after promising the girls he’d help them make their own fairy garden anyway. “For me and for Callie.”

“You don’t have to thank me Princess, I’m happy to help. Besides, I love your girls.” I love you he wants to say but he isn’t sure how you’d react. 

“They love you too.”

“I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah see ya Eddie. Get home safe.”

“Always.”

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