#that my mom used to make but now i’m moved out so i have to make it

[bonniepop]

atsumu opens the door to his house and is greeted by silence and a dark first floor. it’s to be expected; it’s nearly midnight, and he got stuck in traffic on the way back home from practice.

toeing off his shoes by the door, he leaves the keys to his car on the console table and uses the flashlight on his phone to help him navigate in the darkness. he climbs up the stars and hears muffled voices. it sounds like a movie.

the upstairs hallway is fairly lit, so he uses the sound to guide him to his child’s door. gently, he turns on the knob and pokes his head in. there’s a laptop playing a children’s movie on the desk, a flurry of toys on the floor, and a mother and child snuggled on the bed.

“hey, sweetheart,” he greets softly, grinning when he catches his daughter’s attention and she perks up.

“mommy,” she says, tiny hands tapping her dozing mother’s cheek. “mommy, daddy’s here.”

—

“mommy,” your daughter calls again, and your eyes blearily blink open. “mommy, it’s daddy!”

you twist your head and smile sleepily when your gaze lands on your husband. “hi, tsum.”

“hi, baby,” he greets, slipping inside and dropping his gym bag by the door. he moves to sit but his daughter stops him.

“no, daddy,” she whines. “you can’t go on my bed. you’re dirty!”

you snort while he blinks, and you push yourself up to sit.

it takes him a while to process what she just said. “i’m not dirty!” atsumu protests, placing his hands on his hips. “i’m clean! i changed clothes before i left the gym��”

“no,” she says, wrinkling her nose and pointing to his bag by the door. “you have to shower.”

“these clothes are clean—”

“nooooo,” she whines, slapping the cushion in frustration. “shower!”

“but mommy’s on the bed and i wanna be on the bed, too—”

“but mommy’s clean!” she whines again. “shower, daddy!” she extends the r of the word shower, baring her teeth in a scowl.

his jaw drops, then he turns to gape at you. “you’re not gonna say anything?”

you tamp down your smile and shrug. “it’s easier if you just do as she says. i had to shower before i even entered her room.”

“where did you learn this?” he asks, turning back to his daughter with disbelief. “i bet it was from your grandma, ‘cause your mom ain’t as much of a neat fre—”

“okay!” you interrupt him, climbing off the bed before your daughter could expand her vocabulary. “i’ll make sure your dad bathes, sweetheart.” you lean down to kiss your daughter’s forehead.

“thank you, mommy,” she says sweetly, kissing your cheek.

“what about my kiss?” atsumu asks, shouldering his bag and frowning.

“shower first,” his daughter says resolutely.

“jesus,” atsumu mumbles under his breath, low enough that his daughter can’t make it out, and you herd him to step outside the door.

you laugh when it clicks shut behind you. “it’s your bag, you know,” you mention, walking alongside him. “whenever she sees it, that’s when she thinks you’re dirty.”

“why? i spray this thing all the time with the little—” he makes a spritzing-like motion with his fingers. “what’s it called? the thing you gave me.”

“deodorizer?”

“yeah!”

“smelling deodorized and smelling clean are different,” you point out, then point to your bedroom. “go. shower.”

he sighs in dismay, but true to himself, he's not down for long. he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction. “care to join me?”

you roll your eyes. “nice try. i’m gonna put your gross clothes in the laundry room.”

he brightens. “i can do that! after we shower together, that is.”

you sour. “and let the stink simmer? no way.” you reach out your hand. “give it to me; i’ll do it.”

he pouts a little. “but it’ll be more fun if we shower together!”

“no.”

“come on! for me?”

it's almost emasculating, seeing him beg like this, but your gaze is stone cold serious. “no.”

he grumbles in defeat and hands his bag over. “fine. but just so you know, i’m not a happy husband right now and you’ll need to make up for the lack of love and commitment at some point.”

“i give you plenty,” you say with finality before turning on your heel and heading down the stairs.

“you promised for better or for worse and i am going to collect!” he calls after you.

"shower first, then we'll discuss my marital commitments."

[dira333]

Mom Friend - Kenma - pt 2

The room is vibrating with quiet conversations and the anticipation only a good game can bring.

Below, Hinata’s warming up. He knows exactly where you’re sitting and he waves excitedly before moving on in the line-up.

“Hey, you’re here already.” Kuroo smiles when he squeezes through, pulling you into a hug.

Behind him, Kenma comes shuffling in. You move to hug him, like you always do when you’re meeting in a group, though you barely touch this time. It’s a fake-out more than anything else.

“Have you been here long?”

“Hinata needed a ride,” you shrug your shoulders. “I had the car this weekend, so it wasn’t a problem.”

Kuroo whistles a mismatched tune. “Do you think they’re going to win?”

“Oh, for sure,” you smile up at him. “Like how can they not?”

You know you’re not the most knowledgeable when it comes to Volleyball. Most games one of the boys ends up explaining a play to you, but no one ever seemed to mind.

Today, though, you mind.

You know Kenma hasn’t told Hinata about that night, because Hinata’s the worlds worst liar. You’d be able to tell if he knew.

Kuroo, however, is an amazing liar. If he knows, and you suspect he does, he isn’t letting it slip.

His kindness feels forced to you now. Is he pitying you? 

“Did you get that?” He asks half an hour later when the referee waves his hands in a way you haven’t seen before.

The “no” is on the tip of your tongue but you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“You don’t have to explain it,” you say instead, the words a little more biting than they should be. “It’s fine.”

Kuroo startles and behind him, you can see the concern in Kenma’s face. 

You can’t stand it anymore, being this close to him, and get up.

“I need to use the toilet,” you rush out. “Lady problems.”

The line is short. 

But you sit on the cold toilet seat for fifteen minutes, scrolling through Tiktok until your heartbeat settles and you feel ready to go back out again.

You’ll have to apologize to Kuroo in some way if you want to save this friendship.

Though is there a way to save it? Should you, even? 

-

“Did you see my spike?” Hinata asks later, hair damp from the game, towel slung around his neck. “Did you?”

You’re not sure which one he means, but you nod and you fawn over him like you usually do. 

But then he’s gone, gone for a quick shower, and you’re left to wait around.

“You good?” Kuroo asks and you can feel your spine stiffen, from the top all the way down to the bottom.

“Yes,” you tell him, though your eyes stay on the floor. A quick check, Kenma’s shoes are nowhere to be seen. At least he’s not here to witness this. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I don’t want your pity.”

Kuroo quiets. He’s usually someone who moves a lot, squiggles his foot, or taps his thigh, but he’s motionless right now, at least the lower part of him that you can see. Nothing is going to make you lift your eyes up. You don’t want to see his face.

“Did something happen last week?”

You hesitate.

“Nothing happened.”

“Are you sure? Kenma said you watched the movie and went out for dinner after like we usually do. He said you didn’t talk much, that it was quiet, but if it’s something about Kenma-”

“Why does it have to be about Kenma?” You lift your eyes now, want to see his face. He looks concerned. Too soft. 

He reminds you of yourself. How did Kenma call it? Bothering people. 

“Maybe it was something at work. Or it’s because I’m on my period. Or I’m just having a bad day. Maybe some creep tried to hit on me and I’m weirded out by that. Why do you automatically assume that it’s about Kenma?”

Kuroo’s quiet for a moment. “You usually react differently to Kenma being around.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug. “Things change.”

He looks pained but he doesn’t pry anymore. You can’t help but think that he’ll ask Kenma about it later. That Kenma will tell him the truth, eventually, because they’ve been friends longer than anyone you know. 

You force yourself to smile. This might be the last time you see Kuroo in a while.

“I’m just being weird,” you promise him. “A girl has to be weird sometimes.”

“Okay,” he nods and you stay there, silent, until Hinata comes back.

- - -

“Hey.”

You look up from your desk. Kuroo’s standing in the doorway, shirt pushed up to the elbows, his hair defying gravity as usual. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him. 

Work has kept you busy. You’ve got other friends too, though Hinata has been pretty good at calling you up.

“Hey,” you hesitate for a second. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “I was in the area and remembered you work here. Do you wanna get lunch together?”

You hesitate. 

“Just checking in on you,” Kuroo promises. “Don’t be a stranger?”

You sigh. “Fine.” 

-

“Kenma hasn’t told me anything, by the way,” Kuroo tells you as he separates his chopsticks. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Why would I be worried about that?”

He chuckles. “You’re pretty good at deflecting, has anyone told you that before?”

“And you’re a mother-hen, has anyone told you that before?”

“Yeah,” he stuffs an egg roll into his mouth and nods. 

“How do you deal with that?” You ask, pushing the rice around your bowl for a moment before taking a bite. 

Kuroo shrugs. “I like being this way. If I step on somebody’s toes, I apologize of course, and try to stay clear of that, but in the end… it’s who I want to be, so why change?”

You consider that, but it’s not that easy. 

Nothing really ever is when there are feelings involved.

“We’re having a movie night next weekend,” Kuroo adds gently when your bowl is almost empty. “I’m formally inviting you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. But I want to. I like having you around. We,” he corrects himself with a grin. “Like having you around.”

“Who’s we?”

“Bokuto, of course, and where’s Bokuto there’s Akaashi. Atsumu invited himself and he’s bringing Osamu, so there’s food involved. I think Hinata managed to rope Sakusa in, but that’s always a little debatable.” He stops. “I just realized they’re all just guys, so I’m counting on you to invite a few girls.”

“Are you using me to find your friends some girlfriends?”

“Why, is it working?”

- - -

It’s no surprise that Kenma’s not showing up to movie night. He’s not a big fan of crowds, you know, and there’s always a crowd when Atsumu is concerned.

It’s a good thing you end up going because you end up setting Emi up with Osamu - completely on accident - and as Hinata figures out he’s allergic to some weird European drink you’re the only one with antihistamine pills in your possession.

-

“Do you always come this prepared?” Sakusa asks, hiding out in the kitchen where it’s calmest. 

“I guess,” you reply, preparing yourself for another sting.

“I like that,” Sakusa hums. “Do you have hand sanitizer?”

“Sure,” you pull it out of your purse. “Scented or unscented?”

“Unscented please.” He offers his palm and thanks you quietly when you squeeze out the liquid. 

“You can call me Kiyoomi,” he adds after a moment of silence. “Just don’t tell Miya.”

You smile. “This is what being knighted must feel like.”

Kiyoomi taps your forehead. “Don’t get too cocky or I’ll revoke your rights.”

-

“Are you coming to the cinema this weekend?” Hinata asks after a game, eyelids already fluttering with exhaustion. “It’s that one movie you said you wanted to watch.”

“Sure,” you tell him, ushering him forward, waving at Kiyoomi whose car’s a little further down in the parking lot. “Who did you invite?”

“Everyone,” Hinata yawns. “Can you drive? Key is in my-”

“Wallet, I know.” You pull it out of the bag he’s carrying. “If you invited everyone, surely you wouldn’t miss me.”

Hinata furrows his brows. “That’s not true.”

It’s sweet, but you wonder about it sometimes still. 

It’s the age-old question, isn’t it? Do you like me because you need me or do you need me because you like me?

You think you’ve grown, in these last few months. 

You like the way you are. Not the smartest and not the dumbest. Over-prepared and over-caring. 

But you’ve also recognized that you’re a friend and not a mother.

That you want a partner, not a child. 

“I’m good,” you tell Hinata when you reach his apartment complex. “But thanks for inviting me. Maybe next time.”

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Mom Friend - Kenma pt one two three

[sillygoose067]

A Masked Promise

Ch. 3

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader

Somehow, the universe always seemed to be watching your every move and throwing you curveballs. So when you had told Dick Grayson that you’d be doing your part in trying to find Rachel, of course, you just had to run into her in a dark alleyway.

 You were only keeping a watchful eye for her on the news and the shady districts you passed through on your way home. But then, one dark night, as you walked through the damp alley a couple of blocks away from your place, you heard a rustle. At first you’d thought it was just a couple of dumpster cats scavenging for food—but as you’d peeked around to catch a glimpse and perhaps feed the cats the cafe’s leftovers you were carrying, you’d found a young girl instead. She was huddled under a couple cardboard boxes, trying to generate heat in the cold, wet night. 

Carefully, you inched closer to her. She had yet to notice you. 

 “Hi.” 

The girl whirls around in panic, her hands splayed out in front of her in an odd display of defense. 

 “Get away from me!” 

Your eyes adjust in the dimness. Squinting, "Rachel?" you whisper. 

The girl seems to tense up even more. “How do you know my name?” 

“I saw you on the news," you tell her. Her eyes widen as she tries to plan an escape, but you beat her to it. “I don’t want to hurt you, I promise. I won’t turn you in. I swear.”

This makes Rachel freeze. “Why should I believe you? You could lead me right to the police right now if you wanted to.” 

“I swear, I won’t do that. Actually, a friend of mine wants to help you. He sympathizes and—”

 “Fuck his sympathy," spits the purple-haired girl. “Your friend can go to hell with his pity.” 

"No, Rachel, he doesn’t pity you. I— I think he understands how you feel. He also knows what it feels like to be alone and to not have anyone to trust. Please, come with me. You can stay with me at my apartment, have a nice warm shower, clean clothes, and food. I promise I won’t let you get hurt.”

 She huffs in frustration but seems to finally concede to the thought of a warm place to stay this frigid night. "Okay, but—but remember that I killed my mom, and I can kill you too if you betray me.” 

Your heart breaks a little as you hear her say those words. She didn’t kill her mother, yet she carried the guilt of the action. “Rachel, I know you didn’t kill your mom, okay? You don’t have to pretend in front of me," you whisper softly. Her breath shakes as she soaks in your words. 

 You reach out a hand and help her up. “Why are you helping me?" she asks out of the blue. 

 “I guess… I also know what it’s like to be all alone and not have anyone to fall back on. And I would never wish that kind of loneliness on anyone,” you shrug.

 “Well… You know my name, but I don’t know yours. What do I call you?”

 “Y/n.”

…

 Unfortunately, you had no way to contact Dick Grayson, so you decided to wait it out and take Rachel with you to work the next day.

"Okay, Rachel, I’m going to need you to stay in the backroom. My coworkers can’t know you’re here, but I’ll come back to you once Mr. Gr-My friend is here. Deal?” 

She nods reluctantly. You give her your phone. “Here, use this to keep yourself busy. Play some games or read something. Stay safe, I’ll be back.”

… 

Not long after, Mr. Grayson walks in around his usual time.  

“Welcome to The Chariot! Would you like an order of your usual?”

He nods curtly, swiping his credit card for payment. As he turns to leave, you remember Rachel. 

Reaching out quickly, you grab his elbow. “Wait!”

He gives you a funny look, eyes glancing down to where you held him. Hastily, you release your grip and brush your hands down your apron nervously. “Sorry. Um, wait. Can you meet me behind the counter? I have something to tell you.” 

Dick squints at you in confusion.  

“Please? It’s important.”

He looks around the sparsely populated cafe and follows you around the front. You drag him unceremoniously to the backroom. 

“What is this about?" his deep voice resounds behind you as you peek through the door to the backroom. 

“Um, yeah. So, uh, remember that girl you were telling me about? The one you wanted to help?”

A perfect, thick eyebrow rises. “Rachel?”

“Yeah, Rachel. So, funny story, I actually found her last night, and she’s been with me since then. I told her that I have a friend that wants to help her, and she’s still apprehensive, but she’s willing to meet you.”

Dick’s eyes widen at this. “Are you telling me Rachel’s in there right now?”

You nod quietly, biting your lip. He makes a move toward the door, but you grab his arm again. 

“Wait! I need to know that you won’t hurt her. And that you won’t turn her in to the authorities. She’s been through a lot, and I think she could use some honesty.”

Dick sighs as he looks to the ground for support. God, he could kiss you right now—not only for making his job easier and finding Rachel—but for having such a big heart. He hopes that the action of looking down masks his smile. Once he’s collected himself, he faces you once again. 

“Y/n”, He breathes. “I won’t hurt her or put her in harm’s way. You don’t know how much you’ve helped. Both of us.” This time you’re the one searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. “I promise," he says. You finally loosen your grip and gesture for him to walk through the door, following after him. 

Rachel seems to notice the commotion and stands up. “Y/n?”

“Hey Rachel. This is the friend I was telling you about.”

Dick reaches his hand to shake. “I’m Detective Grayson.”

"Detective!" Rachel turns to you furiously. “You promised you wouldn’t turn me in! You bitch! I should’ve killed you last night!”

“Hey, hey, hey," Dick intervenes. “I’m off duty, and I’m not taking you to the station. Just let me explain.” He’s trying to damage control, but you’ve already taken the blow. You stand silently on the side. 

 “I think I’ll leave you two to it. My break ends in two minutes anyway.” Dick watches your retreating form and sighs.

 “Look, Rachel. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She only did what she thought was right, and I’m not going to turn you in. I’m working on a personal case, trying to find kids like us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah. Misunderstood, weird abilities, orphans, all of the sort.”

Rachel scoffs. “You have abilities?” 

“Not like you do, but yes. And before you ask how I know about your abilities, I did my research.”

Rachel’s skeptical as she allows him to continue. “There’s something big coming; I can feel it. And I need all the help I can get to protect the citizens of this country.”

"And how do you know I can help, not just cause more damage?”

“I’m going to train you.”

“...Okay… and assuming I believe you, how many people do you have on your so-called ‘team’ as of right now?”

“You’re the first. I have more, but they’re a little further from the coast, and I was in the area.”

“...”

 …

“I should apologize to her, shouldn’t I?" Rachel asks Dick as he leads her out of the room. 

“Yes, you should. She did her best to help, not knowing what else to do and putting herself in potential danger. I don’t think she deserved that outburst.”

"Fine, I'll apologize," huffs Rachel. “You know, you’re such a dad. You got any kids?”

“Just you," he quips back. 

Someday I might have some of my own with Y/N. Wishful thinking, but one can hope.

[sarbear94]

Because Evan-

(It’s a long one…sorry not sorry 😘)

Okay…. I’ve been rewatching some old Buddie scenes because of the potential of Eddie moving back to El Paso and…. excuse my language but…. What the fuck?

It’s like the writers are new or don’t know what to do with Eddie anymore. Or like someway, somehow the episodes are out of order.

In THAT scene, Buck asks “he has grandparents, family” and Eddie reply’s “After Shannon left, they tried to guilt me into giving Christopher to them. It wasn’t what I wanted then, it’s not what I want now.” They then both agreed that no one would fight harder for Chris than Buck.

So WHY THE FUCK haven’t either of them gotten him back yet??

Eddie started season 7 with Marisol and Chris and everyone’s fine. Then Chris is dating multiple girls (Eddie is baffled and doesn’t know how to handle it so he asks Buck for help) and said it has to do with his mom to Buck and we get that EMOTIONAL shot of Eddie devastated after hearing this. Then proceeds to give him a letter to bring about closure for him. Eddie seemed to already have closure or at least repressed it.

Then Eddie meets Kim…. And the Eddie we have loved for 6 seasons is IMMEDIATELY GONE. He does the exact same thing that he told Buck about Christopher was not okay And needed to be fixed (he was BEGGING Buck for help).

Like, my dude, how did you think this was gonna go? You kept everyone in the dark. Your son, your best friend, your GIRLFRIEND and even Kim! What was his end goal? It doesn’t make any sense.

Like I understand that if Gavin wasn’t gonna be around next season, and you need to write him off but have him potentially come back, there were several ways you could have done that but still kept true to the characters. Have Chris go to a boarding school. Or a school trip. Or literally ANYTHING ELSE! Then season 8, keep the Kim storyline, but Chris is already gone and doesn’t witness it. Cause now that whole confession thing with Kim pretending to be Shannon and actually get closure was pointless. If they’d done that with Chris gone, he’d have the closure. Work on the PTSD crawling back up in an empty house, keep the Priest and finding Joy and then keep that for a bit and then heal.

That was a whole side tangent really for the main point I was trying to make, but why does Eddie- lose Chris, grow a mustache, grieve for not having his son, have an episode where a Priest says “let yourself have Joy,” then take it away in the next couple of episodes by saying “I’m thinking of moving to Texas” based on the words of a psycho actor??

Chris is a TEENAGER! Hell- he might still be a preteen, grow the fuck up and go parent your son. You’ve put your foot down before, why is this any different?? After a few weeks, I would have been like “nope, we’re done with this. I get I fucked up, but I’m still your dad so we are gonna talk about this and figure out some common ground.” I understand feeling guilty and not wanting to push him even farther away but you’re not even trying! Phone calls don’t show “I want you here with me,” it says “I’m okay with you being gone.”

You’re thinking moving to El Paso is a great idea… but it’s not. Your parents suck. You know this. YOU MOVED HALF WAY ACROSS THE US TO GET AWAY FROM THEM FOR A REASON! I get you patched things up slightly, but not enough.

ALSO! Why wasn’t Buck an option?!? Because of Tommy? I get because Gavin being out of the show(temporarily?) would have made that impossible but why wasn’t it even mentioned? I mean, He’s run to him before, he’s called him when Eddie had his breakdown and Chris didn’t know what to do. But like THEY HAD THE WILL, why wasn’t it even a factor in this. At the time, it felt like, at least to Chris, that Eddie was incapable of taking care of him, which means that Chris should go to Buck. Not his grandparents.

I just don’t understand what they are doing with these two. E and C. Bucks got his bisexual journey(relationship with Tommy). Bobby has multiple storylines. The Hans had the Mara and new baby storylines. Hen and Karen had the Ortiz/Mara and Denny/Halloween storylines. Athena has literally any storyline involving cops. And all those storylines make sense for each character. Eddie’s and Chris’s doesn’t. They keep pushing Eddie to be sad then happy then making stupid decisions. DEVELOP YOUR FUCKING CHARACTER! You’ve been dropping the ball since at least the network switch. Which I find super funny because yes, he does the emotional scenes super amazing but now it seems like his character is more open. He’s making more funny faces, he’s got the loose hair, he makes comedic jokes. But he’s almost(so close) to reminding me of Buck 1.0.. but it doesn’t fit with the storyline at all. At least to me…

Like does anyone agree with any of this? Am I just seeing things? Did the writers get told Gavin was leaving too late and made this story on the fly and rolled with it? Does Ryan want out of the show and they are keeping it under wraps? Like WHAT IS HAPPENING? Make it make sense!

Ps. I did not proofread this before posting so if something doesn’t make sense, let me know. I was just trying to get down all my thoughts on this. Currently me vvv

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Can we please get more of ‘What if F! Yuu's dad got transported to Twisted Wonderland with her headcanons’ but with angst where yuu dad is thinking about your mou and musing her?

Sure!

F! Yuu Dad headcanons: Missing Your Mother

For the last couple of days your dad had been looking at his ring finger. Staring at the mark his wedding ring made.

Today was your parent’s wedding anniversary. Usually, you’d make a nice homemade gift like a set of coffee mugs or a bracelet for your parents.

But now you only have one parent to celebrate with at the moment.

You hated seeing your dad sad, so you thought you’d go above and beyond for this anniversary.

❤️: You want us to go back into that mine? Are you serious?

♠️: Yeah, usually we’d be down for an adventure, but we’re trying to stay low. Riddle has been cracking down lately ever since Leona did better than him on an Alchemy exam.

🦐: Please! It’s for my dad!

❤️: I’m sorry…we’d love to go but I don’t want to be collared and kicked out again. You know how your dad feels about me staying in your dorm.

🦐: Ok…

And so you asked around for help until eventually you were left with only yourself.

So you, grabbed a basket and ventured into the woods.

Meanwhile, your dad was hugging Grim on the couch and musing about your mother.

🦀: She’s so beautiful. You would’ve liked her, she looks just like Yuu. She always made the best food and helped me with presents for the holidays. I hope she’s ok…I hope she knows her daughter and I are alive.

🐈‍⬛: Nya! She sounds great and all but you’ve been stroking me since this morning.

🦀: Give me break! It’s our wedding anniversary and both Yuu and I aren’t there for her.

Eventually the sun starts to go down and your father starts to wonder where you are.

❤️: *Barges into Ramshackle* Ok, so don’t get mad, but Yuu is went into an abandoned mine to look for an anniversary present for you and she got stuck in the abandoned mine from the beginning of the school year.

🦀:…just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse.

And so your father goes to the woods in a white undershirt, underwear, socks, and sneakers. He follows the trail until he hears your voice.

🦀: Yuu! It’s me your dad! Where are you?!

🦐: I slipped and slid down into another part of the cave. The only exit is a pool of water and I don’t know if I can hold my breath for that long.

🦀: Don’t move. I’m coming down to get you.

Your dad slides down the same opening and finds you in the corner with a basket full of gems.

🦀: Yuu, did you seriously come into this mine for gems?

🦐: I just wanted to make you happy! I noticed how sad you were that it we were here instead of with mom so I thought I’d make bracelets from the gems for the both of you! I’m so sorry! I just wanted to cheer you up!

You burst out into tears and your dad sighs.

🦀: Yuu, I know you love me and your mom. I’m sure your mom knows it all the way at home. So why don’t we leave the basket here, put the gems in your pocket, and swim out of here. Then we can make bracelets together.

Yuu looks up at her dad and hugs him tightly.

Your father helps you into the water, then you both take a deep breath. You two go underneath the water. When you two reemerge, your in the lake. You two swim to shore and climb onto the boardwalk.

🦐: Thank you for saving me, dad!

You hug your dad, savoring his touch.

♥️: Yuu!

♠️: You’re ok!

🦐: Hi guys! I got the gems I wanted!

In a typical teen boy fashion, Ace’s eyes go straight to wear your heart is.

♠️: Don’t get banned from Ramshackle again! *Covers Ace’s eyes*

🦐: Hahahaha!

🦀:🙄 Let’s go inside and dry off.

After you and your father are dry, the two of you are on the floor making bracelets. You make one for your mother, while your father makes one for himself.

Your mother’s bracelet is covered in purple and blue gems, while your father’s is covered in red and orange.

When you’re both done, the only gems left on the floor are the purple, black, white, and orange ones.

🦀: There’s enough left to make another one.

🦐: Yeah…

Your and your father make a bracelet for yourself with the remaining gems.

🦐: Wait! I need to grab something!

You race upstairs to your room and grab the Ghost Camera.

🦐: I’ve got it! Come on, let’s take a picture of the bracelets together!

You and your dad get into frame with the bracelets on your wrists.

🦐: 1! 2! 3!

🦀 and 🦐: Happy Anniversary!

You take a couple of photos with your dad and a sleeping Grim then put the Ghost Camera away.

🦐: Happy anniversary, dad.

You look at your dad admiring your mother’s bracelet and smile.

🦀: Your mother would love the bracelet. But, I think she’d love the fact you made a lot of new friends than you did at home.

🦐: I think she’d say the same about you and the rest of the staff.

🦀: She’d never believe any of the nonsense we went through.

🦐: Yeah…I miss her.

🦀: So do I, Yuu. So do I.

[willowfey]

starting to think maybe waking up with an anxiety stomachache every single morning and then needing to spend the entire day trying to get rid of said anxiety just to maybe have a few minutes in the evening of feeling relaxed before going to bed is perhaps not normal

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[calsvoid]

ugh i understand why people don’t like remembering nuance exists it fucking sucks having complicated feelings about things and people

[cat-tranzer]

ugh i kinda wanna get back on tumblr and rot my brain out some more

[arionaleilani]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!

[mymelodyisme]

My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

[simgerale]

me when i don’t see a simgerale post 😔 IMY but i know ur busy <3

anna!!!! </3 i miss you too!! life is rolling along and i find that adulting requires more of my time than ever )^: that said, i’ll be near my pc for two weeks so maybe i’ll do some sim things?? we will see 💛💛

[sourkitsch]

Two things that are true at once:

I am not nearly as mentally ill as I’ve convinced myself I am

I am far sicker than I’ve convinced my friends that I am

[whimsycore]

Not me realizing how desparately I need to move out after the night my mother asked someone how her adult freedoms where going and then asked me when I said “what freedoms” she made it about me driving and not her being a literal tyrant

[galariangengar]

💭

[fingertipsmp3]

Every single day I wish I was on a sitcom or something so I could look into the camera like ‘do you see this shit?’ and break the fourth wall