#then again a lot of my friends from that time were my brother’s friends

[admirationandromantics]

Chris's Little Sister

Can you write something about Josh dating Chris’s younger sister? -anon 

Of course I can!! I think one of the best ways to incorporate the reader into the group would actually be through a sibling relationship. And like… brother’s best friend? Now that’s something I live for. I did take some inspiration from Friends, just felt like it fit. Anyways, enjoy some headcanons for this one (already written one story today, and prepping for Christmas, so don’t have that much time).

And yeah, I still got a couple of requests in my inbox, but please bear with me. I do have things to do, but will get to them when I have the time. Enjoy <3

Chris and Josh met in third grade, so no wonder that when Chris brought home this beautiful little guy, you had heart eyes. You didn’t dare to talk to him, even when he initiated the conversation. You hid behind Chris or your mom, just observing them as they played. 

As you grew older, you developed more of a friendly relationship, this was your brother’s best friend after all, you weren’t gonna fuck it up. Chris brought you when you went to the Washingtons, and you mainly spent your time with the twins. 

Of course, Josh had a soft spot for you. He liked you, felt that he had to protect you, that sort of thing. You didn’t know if it was because you were Chris’s sister or because there was something else beneath. Soon, after a little too much time without Chris, you guys figured things out. 

Stolen glances became signals for a retreat to a secluded make out spot. Secret visits, making sure not to wake his sisters as well. Small touches that no one noticed. Everything felt like fireful passion, and keeping it secret made it even more thrilling. 

Josh has also made a few suggestive comments to his friend, trying to warm him up to the idea. “No, I’m not home that day” “Is your sister home?” “Why does that matter?” “I can think of a few ways we could entertain ourselves” “You’re not going near my sister, I’ll beat your head off, no joke” “Yeah, yeah… I know” 

When the annual winter getaway came, you found yourself with a lot more space and options. You and Josh talked, always away from Chris. I mean, he would actually kill him if he did something. You spent this time being flirty, a few comments here and there, which surprised the bachelor. 

That’s when it suddenly happened. You found yourself pressed up against the wall, locking lips with Josh Washington, your brother’s best friend. But you were caught. Hannah stood like a ghost in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth agape. You both knew you had fucked up. 

“Hannah!” “Don’t fucking talk to me” “Hannah, please!” “Has this been the drive all along? Being my friend, being with me just to hook up with my brother?” 

“You hooked up with Josh?” The colour drains from your face as you hear his voice. Chris, standing there, defeated, looking down on you. Everything is fucked up, everything is bad. “Chris, please hear me out…” 

He doesn’t. He marches to Josh’s room, confronting his friend. “What the hell, Josh!” 

You run inside, putting yourself in between them. “What’s going on?” Josh whispers to you, confused by the raging blonde. “He knows” “Shit”

“How long has this been going on?” You’re both silent, wondering what the right answer to the question might be. A while, a long time. Maybe he’d go easier on you if you said it was just one time? “Oh my god, and you never told me?” He’s looking down at you, disappointment and full of sorrow. 

“Listen Chris…” “Is he forcing you to do anything?” “No!” “Has he manipulated you in any way?” “Absolutely not!” 

He’s still defeated, trying to come to terms with it all. “You have many girls head over heels for you. Why, why. Why did it have to be her?” 

You wouldn’t admit it, but you were kind of curious as well. Why you, of all people. 

“Man, I-I can’t describe it. It just happened. And I’m glad it did. I love her, and we work, we’re good together” 

You both turn your attention to Chris again, and you take hold of his hand, rubbing over the knuckles softly. “I’m sorry Chris, but I feel the same about him” 

“For goodness sake, it’ll take time for me to digest this” “Of course, we understand” “And you feel safe?” “I do” “And he hasn’t hurt you in any way?” “No” 

“That’s a lie” Beth says, standing in the doorway. “What?” “The sounds I’ve heard from his room the last few weeks…” 

The relief turns to fear again as your brother rush to tackle your boyfriend.

[rwshfordgirl]

CHRISTMAS DINNER

all images were taken from pinterest.

where reader and jude bellingham are used to spending christmas together, but this year's christmas could change their relationship forever.

a/n: hope you like it;)

requests are open | check here my masterlist.

"my God, you started getting ready for dinner at two in the afternoon, it's almost seven at night and you haven't finished?" my brother appeared at the bathroom door, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and completely incredulous. "i'm almost done." i replied. "you're already very pretty little sister, you don't need all this." he said making me smile "but i'm sure jude bellingham will notice all this effort." in response, he received a middle finger and the door closing in his face.

james knows me like no one else, unfortunately. not that i'm trying to get jude's attention with excessive makeup and flashy clothes, on the contrary, i want to be as natural as possible. and now, i have to say that thinking like this, i look like a 15 year old teenager trying to win over the boy she has a crush on school.

and my brother is exaggerated, i started getting ready almost now.

from my room i could hear the voices downstairs in the house, i could hear the voices of all the bellinghams but not jude, he didn't arrive.

my family and his family are friends, our mothers grew up together, he and i grew up together. and it's a christmas tradition to have dinner together, there wasn't a year when we weren't together. 

i think i was ten when i realized i had a crush on jude. he seemed like my superhero defending me from the bullying i used to suffer.  and he always showed concern for me, always sending me messages wanting to know if everything is okay with college, wanting to know if i'm in good health.

i can say that i love everything about jude, especially his worried way, but i also love his polite way of being. the smile he gives when he sees me, the photos he sends me after games, the way he touches my hair.

i don't know if jude is interested in me in the same way that i am interested in him, sometimes i believe that it is just his way of showing affection, even if it makes me fall more and more in love with him.

i was putting away what i had used when two knocks on the door made me jump back. i was distant, caught up in my thoughts."hey, are you ready yet?" it was jude. i was caught off guard again. "oh, hi jude! i'm done now." i said as i opened the bedroom door to see him. i looked bellingham up and down, he was as handsome as ever. "i loved your dress, it looks good on you" jude ran his hand over the back of his neck "thank you! you also chose your clothes well today." he chuckled.

"i bet my mom asked you to come get me." i said, turning off the light in the room and then leaving. bellingham moved a little more to the side. "you got it right." i nodded. "i thought you hadn't arrived, i heard everyone's voice but yours." he smiled. "i'm less talkative today." he commented as he directed his gaze to the floor. "lucky we have time to tell each other our problems today."

i signaled for bellingham to follow me downstairs and he promptly came. "green is definitely your color." his mother said as she hugged me. "you look stunning, jude will be even more in love." my cheeks flushed as i heard my mother's laughter and saw jude rolling his eyes. i was so embarrassed that my thank you came out almost silent. i greeted jobe and his father, then i sat between the youngest bellingham and jude.

jobe and i spent exactly fifteen minutes watching videos on tiktok, jude even laughed at some things but he's acting completely weird today. "what's going on in your head?" i turned my face towards the player who smiled shyly, without showing his teeth "a lot of stuff." i laid my head on his shoulder "do you want to talk about it?" he nodded and i got up from the couch, extending my hand to help him up.

i wanted to take him out to the backyard so we could have privacy, even though no one in the room would be able to hear our conversation due to the noise of the voices. jude sat across from me on the wooden table seat. we stared at each other for a few minutes, i raised my eyebrows when i noticed his eyes analyzing every detail of my face and bellingham laughed. 

"first laugh of the night, we're already moving forward." he chuckled before clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in front of him. "my mom is right, green is definitely your color." bellinghams love to make my cheeks blush "thank you mr jude! you don't look bad in black and white either." i complimented him "and you know you don't look bad wearing any color, that impresses me." i rolled my eyes. he has no idea that his playful flirting makes my heart race.

"i think this is a great time for you to tell me what's bothering you so much." he bit his lower lip "never mind, i don't know how to explain it." he said "oh please, draw a picture with twigs in the snow then." he smiled "does it have anything to do with madrid?" He denied "let's forget about it, i already feel much better." he smiled "ugh, it's okay! if you want to talk about it, i'll be willing to listen."

"let's go back inside, i'm going to freeze." i said, pretending my jaw was shaking. my coat isn't doing me much good. jude got up, I thought he was going to wait for me so we could go back inside my house together, but he sat down next to me. "let's stay here, i'll warm you up if anything! but i just want to stay here with you." i pouted "are you needy or do you miss me?" i turned my face towards him. "both of them." he rested his face on his hand. again i was rolling my eyes, again i was getting nervous.

"didn't you find anyone in madrid?" i questioned as i stood in the same position as the player. "my heart is set on birmingham." i laughed. "i bet it's that girl who used to go to school with us, but i must say she's engaged to a friend of yours." i said as i played with jude's hand "i don't even remember her anymore. unfortunately, only girls in green occupy my mind for a long time." 10 seconds to process what he had said. i laughed awkwardly and licked my lips. "you went from downcast to flirty really fast."

jude turned my face to him again. i looked at him confused. "i'm starting to think you're drunk." he threw his head back laughing. "but seriously..." he ran his hand over the back of his neck before continuing. "seriously what?" i asked. "do you think you and i wouldn't work as a couple?" i was speechless. jude bellingham is out of his mind. 

"are you kidding me?" i laughed nervously "what? you don't think so? if you knew how much i think about you every day you wouldn't say that." jude was serious. i was sure of it after analyzing his body posture. i can't believe what i'm hearing. "of course you think, we are bests." i said and then turned my head to the other side.  

jude put his hands on his face and then shook his head "you know i don't think of you as just a friend." my heart could jump out of my chest at any moment "i know?" i scoffed. jude turned my head towards him once more, his hand promptly brushing a strand of hair that was falling over my face behind my ear.

i could hear his breathing getting louder as he got closer. his mouth was just inches from mine. i want them to stick together.

"was that what was eating at your mind?" i questioned. bellingham's eyes flickered between my mouth and my eyes "maybe." he replied.

"my mom is looking for you, she wants everyone in the room now." james appeared in the backyard, making bellingham and I jump back. "okay, we'll go." i stood up first and saw james looking at me with an arched eyebrow, but he laughed and continued toward the house. "think about what i told you, please." jude held my hand, he was still sitting down. "if you knew everything that goes on in my head, you wouldn't say that." he stood up and again we were close enough to hear each other's heartbeats "and you hid this from me?" he questioned before giving me a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "we'll work, i promise." he continued.

[hotvintagepoll]

This is a three-way poll. Only one scrungle may continue onto the next round of the scrungly little guys contest.

Louis de Funès (Hibernatus, La Grande Vadrouille)—He is THE French scrungly icon, everyone knows him and either loves him for his scrungliness or fucking hates it and there's no in between. He is The Scrungly. He is Little. He is amazing. His facial expressions, his little noises, his everything - he's freaking hilarious. Also he's not afraid to crossdress in his movies and he looks fucking AMAZING in drag just saying Old men fuckers, this is your call 💪

Thomas Mitchell (It's a Wonderful Life, Stagecoach, Only Angels Have Wings)—One of those job'bing character actors who turn up in a lot of movies in bit parts. He is a very good actor, with a lot of pathos—you probably know him as the uncle from It's a Wonderful Life, or Jean Arthur's newspaper friend from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. A salt of the earth type who brings gravitas and pathos to every part. He scrungles gorgeously.

Russ Tamblyn (West Side Story, Tom Thumb, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers)—when they were making 7 brides for 7 brothers they didn’t even hire him to dance, they were like, this is russ, he’s a redhead, we need redheads, he’s shrimpy and will do. But then. But THEN. Choreographer Michael kidd meets him and is like ‘can you do anything?’ and my boy russ is like well! I can do gymnast stuff i guess :) And he gym stuffs so well he’s like in 80% of all the dancing sequences so you think my boy, russ, my goodness, russ is a DANCER! (he can’t dance. he is just very good at doing FLIPS and GYM STUFFS.) and then he’s so so good at flipping and making it look like dancing they put him in Dance Movie of All Time, west side story. Truly scrungling your way to the top. He’s good in that tom thumb movie too I guess. Go russ go.

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Louis de Funès:

He is a small old comedy man, what else can I say? My mom loves him and even was disappointed that such a charismatic man wasn't in the hot contest.

Well... Look at him! He started as a jazz pianist, but he became super famous for his roles of angry little guys, or grumpy little guys, or very, very fractious little guys. A comedy, and in particular physical comedy, legend! And in all of them, he is scowling, contorting himself, seething, spitting words and incoherent with rage, making the funniest faces and noises and... he's like a very, very angry wet cat. Angry Wet Cat is, in fact, the best description I can come up with!!!! He was #ScrungleLifestyle #BornScrungly #Scrungle4Life

[editor's note: I don't speak French so let me know if anything in these clips is offensive. The first two clips are mostly physical comedy and a good introduction to Louis de Funès' humor for non-French-speakers :)]

he is so silly!!!! little old man with crazy energy and facial expressions like you wouldn't believe!! the scrungliest!! he makes the most insane characters seem lovable due to his comedian skill and his scrungly quality :D my favorite actor of all times

Thomas Mitchell:

Russ Tamblyn:

here he is once again fooling us into thinking he is a dancer when really he just has no issue being weird in a dance like fashion

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 115 (Getting Cozy With New Friends?)

The events of this post occurred after New Year's Eve at the Salty Paw (Generation 2 Pts. 106 and 107).

After an eventful holiday season, Heather Nesbitt phoned her youngest sister on New Year's Day. Hazel checked the call display and forced a smile. "Hey Big Sis, what are you up to?"

"Hey, Little Dandelion. Just watching the Holiday Yule Log on repeat (totally autonomously) before I do some bookkeeping for the clinic. Helps me focus, and they haven't taken it off the air yet this year. How are you doing?"

"Pretty awful," Hazel admitted. "I'm sorry we just left without saying goodbye last night. We were too busy giving each other the cold shoulder all the way back to Henford."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you got home safely, but I know things between you aren't okay. I think we all hoped things would get better after you talked on Winterfest Day."

"We didn't really talk. We skated and went home and just didn't fight for a few days."

Heather frowned. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Hazel shook her head. "Not right now. I want to have a nap and then get out of the house for the night. It's weird being here surrounded by her family all the time. I feel like her mother and brother are constantly judging me."

"They love Nicola like we love you," Heather said. "But she shouldn't talk to you like she does. You don't deserve it. I'm willing to bet that a lot of what she's going through isn't even really about you."

Hazel sighed. "I just make it all worse."

Heather loved her baby sister and would always support her, but she never would have advised Hazel's next move.

To end a New Year's Day where Hazel spent as much time avoiding Nicola and her family as possible, she found herself drinking screwdrivers at the pub that night. She was alone, again, until she met Suri Romeo and flirted over drinks until well after midnight.

When the pub closed, they continued with a stroll along the River Bagley. The place near the village green, which had earlier that day been packed with locals for the annual Polar Bear Swim, was devoid of any lamplights, but Hazel could still make out Suri's smile in the light of the moon. "Are you happily married, Hazel?"

She didn't want to answer and pulled Suri in for a kiss. It felt electric - nothing like the kisses she shared with her wife. Not now, and maybe not ever.

But she thought of Nicola back home, probably asleep and snoring a little. Her wedding vows meant she wasn't supposed to do this, and she pulled away with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "My wife."

Suri nodded with an understanding smile. "I'm living with my grandparents at their farm in Old New Henford. Call me when you figure out some things."

But Hazel called Suri long before she had anything "figured out," inviting her to the first Finchwick Fair of the new year. "I have to be there with Mayor Varner, but it's really a great opportunity for you to live like a true Henford local," she told Suri, and they met outside the village green on a sunny winter afternoon.

"Did your wife not want to be here?" Suri wondered.

"She's grading papers and the Finchwick Fair isn't really her thing. She loves gardening, but she hasn't done much of it lately." Nicola recalled the woman she used to know with some regret before quickly brushing it away and returning her focus to Suri. "Here, I saw this video that made me think of you. It's a cat, but he's a chef. It's called ChefCat!"

They were interrupted by friendly Mayor Varner, who was happy to meet anyone in his town at any time. "Hello there! I'd never miss a new face!"

"Mayor Varner, this is Suri Romeo. She's just moved to town to learn to be a great chef from her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen."

"Ah! The Bjergsens are wonderful citizens! And your grandmother's baked goods are the reason I'm out of shape."

Suri smiled. "Hopefully one day I'll be just as good as she is."

"You'll have a wonderful mentor. Welcome to town, Miss Romeo!" He turned to a starry-eyed Nicola. "How are those new year's reports coming, Hazel?"

"I should be done this week, sir. It's a lot of information to put together."

He frowned. They both knew he'd expected those reports on his desk last week, but the work was a drag, and he'd given her too many previous extensions. She forced a smile for her boss.

When it got a little cooler, Hazel and Suri went inside the pub to warm up. They danced to some holiday music still playing on the in-house stereo, before Hazel pulled a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling. "Laura must've forgotten to take this down with the rest of the Winterfest decorations," she mused, but she held it playfully over her head anyway. Suri laughed, leaning in to kiss her quickly on the lips.

Hazel glanced around. The bar was mostly empty with most patrons enjoying the fair outside, but they knew they shouldn't be spotted doing what they were doing.

They continued to see one another in secret, hanging out at the community garden in Old New Henford to get to know one another. Suri told Hazel about life growing up in an apartment in San Myshuno with her parents and brothers, and about visits to Henford to see her grandparents and aunts every summer. She even told her about her mother's cousin Olivia, who was a basketball star at Foxbury Institute.

Hazel was happy to talk about her family - her parents, her sisters, her brother, all her in-laws and nieces and nephews - but not her wife. And she knew her friendship with Suri was dangerous. She wanted Suri all to herself and didn't want her wife to know anything about her.

As the snow melted beneath her jacket, Hazel would cloudgaze (even in Henford's mild, sunny winter climate) and imagine herself with Suri. Not Nicola.

She knew marriage counseling was the best course of action, but when she looked at Nicola, she didn't want to do it. When Suri entered her life, she could finally admit to herself what she'd tried to mask for years. Hazel was no longer attracted to her objectively beautiful wife, and no amount of counseling would bring her feelings back.

She grew increasingly careless in her time spent with Suri. She told Suri she wanted out, but conversations with Nicola these days always ended in tears. She didn't tell anyone what was going on because she knew they'd tell her to be better. To talk to Nicola, to end things with Suri before they went too far, to be a bigger person. She'd lost her will to care about any of it.

On Sportsball Sunday, Hazel wanted to go to the Gnome's Arms to watch the game. River had invited her to her childhood home, but Suri would be at the pub. She was getting ready to go when her girlfriend surprised her at home in the Bramblewood.

"What are you doing here? I was just leaving."

"I came to tell you my little cousin Jada heard at school that you and I are seeing each other."

Hazel froze. If kids at school were talking about Mrs. Moody-Nesbitt's wife having an affair, then... Sure enough, Nicola met them in the yard with a churlish grin.

"Oh good! You're both here, so I only need to get mad once before I forget either of you and leave while Hazel packs her things."

Hazel was quiet, letting Nicola unleash a torrent of disappointment at her affair. "It kills me Hazel. I wanted a family with you. It's all we talked about for years, but then I lost my dad and you cheated. And I found out at work, which is so embarrassing! My schedule was never the problem when it came to counseling. I worked the same schedule every day, I came home - you're the one who always had somewhere else to be."

Hazel was defeated and ready to leave, and she apologized for embarrassing her. "I shouldn't have been with Suri behind your back, but what are we really salvaging anymore, Nic? I'm sorry."

Nicola scowled. "Oh, you're done? Hazel, I already got the divorce papers from the courthouse. Sign them and get out of my house."

Though Nicola put on a confident facade while she took the initiative to end their union, they both left the marriage with regrets. They could have tried harder, if they were really meant to be. But more than anything, they could have waited to get married. Maybe then they'd never have married at all, and their differences wouldn't have been so hard to take.

And now, with the sunny weather betraying their broken hearts, Hazel Nesbitt and Nicola Moody-McMillan had shared their last cozy celebrations together.

How would each move on from here? ->

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The answers to that question! Nicola's next chapter begins here as a contestant on Dating Deanna, a reality TV series debuting in January by @changingplumbob, where dozens of contestants will compete for the heart of beautiful bachelorette Deanna York.

Hazel lives with the Nesbitt-Gordons for now, so we'll follow her story with Heather and her crew in Sims In Bloom!

This was hardly cozy, but I've written a couple surprise bonus posts for tomorrow/my Christmas Day that are much more fun, and they finish off the reward event with a lot less angst and drama!

NOTE: For the record, I believe in working on a marriage, but Hazel and Nicola's compatibility was awful once Lovestruck patched in. They truly grew apart, not at all together, and didn't have enough desire to put in the work to save their short-lived marriage. Then Hazel met Suri and they were flirty and got along so much better, so I figured she and Nicola might both be happier without each other and they divorced.

While Hazel has a potential someone, I was trying to think about what to do with Nicola when Dating Deanna was announced. I thought this was perfect because now I don't have to plot her next chapter, and if she doesn't win Deanna's heart she'll return with new lore and backstory to write for.

I know she has few fans these days and that's fine! But when she's with the right person and not cheated on (entering a bachelorette competition could really test her), Nicola will put in the work. She's too good and family oriented not to. Hazel, on the other hand, should possibly reckon with why she chose to cheat and not leave...

[heich0e]

OMG osamu and the best friends to lovers series!!!! i love them soooo much <333

ask game: a christmas drabble from an established AU AU: bff!osamu series

"looks like santa's workshop had some serious budget cuts this year."

you snort as you stretch up on your tiptoes to hang an ornament on the tree, glancing over your shoulder towards the door of onigiri miya—whose bell had just chimed to signify a new arrival to the cozy little shop. atsumu stands in the doorway, hands on his hips as he looks around at what you've spent the better part of your afternoon on: festive decorations hanging from one wall to the other.

osamu's never decorated the shop for the holidays before—at least not more than maybe a little string of lights or a snowman doodle on the menu board, but you'd begged and pleaded with him to let you get your hands on his precious shop to work your holiday magic. osamu's never denied you anything, and he wasn't about to start now.

atsumu whistles lowly as he takes in the fruits of your labour. it's not much, but you'd had a lot of fun making the space a bit more festive, and you're pleased with the results. atsumu looks over at you.

"y'know he's not gonna pay ya fer yer labour, right?"

you drop back down to your normal height, laughing lightly as you cross the room towards your childhood friend. "i'm surprised he didn't make me pay him to let me do this."

atsumu ruffles your hair once you get within reach, pulling you under his arm to tuck you into his side.

you've always loved christmas, ever since you were little. it's not a holiday that gets too much attention in japan, not like in the west, but you've always been enamoured with the twinkling lights, the decorations, the atmosphere of it all.

you've spent every christmas for as long as you can remember with the twins.

it was largely at your behest—insisting that the boys indulge your whims and thirst for holiday cheer. as kids, you'd gather at one of your houses and watch silly holiday movies. as you got older gifts were exchanged. now as adults you still honour this tradition, ordering takeout, getting drunk, and exchanging gifts while the same movies you've seen a hundred times play on in the background.

it's your favourite time of year.

"hey, samu! i'm borrowin' yer elf for a bit!" atsumu calls out into the empty restaurant—closed now for the day, but not quite yet ready to lock up for the night. a moment later, his twin brother's head pokes out from behind the curtain leading back to the kitchen.

"where do ya think yer goin'?" he asks his brother, still holding you tucked against him.

"i'm taking her for a legally mandated dinner break," atsumu replies.

"ha? elves don't get breaks." osamu shakes his head, crossing his arms over his t-shirt-clad chest.

"that's illegal," atsumu counters.

"labour laws don't apply to elves," you chirp, peeking up towards his face from underneath his arm.

"you two are always conspirin' against me," atsumu whines loudly, holding you a little bit tighter. "yer lettin' him monopolize ya."

"big word," you point out, notably impressed by his choice of vocabulary.

atsumu wraps you in a loose headlock, "don't patronize me, ya scrub."

"another good one!" you manage to get out through your laughter, wiggling yourself loose from his hold.

"oi, stop manhandlin' my interior decorator," osamu calls over to you both, leaning on his elbow over the counter as he watches you and his brother roughhouse on the other side of the room.

"thought she was an elf?" atsumu snarks back, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder like how samu carries those big bags of rice that kita-san drops off every couple of weeks. you squeal as your feet leave the ground, beating weakly against his back as he totes you across the room. your complaints fall largely on deaf ears, and before you know it you're being plunked down on the counter where your boyfriend is watching on in amusement.

you huff once you're finally upright again. "you two are brutes."

"i didn't even do anythin'," osamu laughs, lifting his hands in innocence.

"you're guilty by association," you say, reaching out and flicking the brim of his onigiri miya cap. osamu smiles at you lopsidedly, catching your hand and clasping his fingers around yours, and you can't even feign being mad at him when he looks at you like that.

"ugh, gross."

you look over at atsumu, slumping down into a stool at the counter with a disgusted look on his face as he watches the two of you interact. he pouts a little once he's got your attention.

atsumu's slowly come to terms with you and samu's relationship—not that he had much of a choice—but there are still moments where you see flickers of genuine feelings of exclusion slipping though his facade. you watch him a little more closely to see if this is one of those moments.

as though sensing your scrutiny, atsumu schools his expression into something a little more neutral, looking away to peer around the restaurant once more.

"ya really went all out," he remarks.

"i thought it would be cute," you say, and you feel samu's arms wrap around your waist from behind where you're still seated up on the counter.

atsumu's eyes—honey warm and familiar—linger on the christmas tree for a moment.

"so, what are you two doin' fer christmas?"

you pause, blinking as you process his question.

"what the hell are ya talkin' about?" osamu beats you to the punch, and both you and atsumu look at him with similarly shocked expressions. osamu's brow is furrowed in annoyance. "you bailin' on us this year 'er somethin'?"

osamu's grip around your waist tightens momentarily, and you lean back into his hold.

"yeah, tsumu," you echo osamu's petulance. "you got better plans than hanging out with us?"

atsumu's eyes widen a little bit, his cheeks flushing pink in that way you know they always do before he starts to cry.

"you two aren't...?" his cheeks puff out a little as he cuts himself off, looking away almost guiltily. "i just thought maybe..."

osamu hooks his chin over your shoulder, tilting his face so his temple rests against your own.

"thinkin'?" he muses. "y'oughta give that up, never does ya any good."

atsumu's gaze snaps back to his brother, his jaw dropping in indignation. "yer one to talk, block head!"

"we got the same head, dumbass."

and as the twins continue to bicker amongst themselves, with you nestled in between them on the counter, you look up at the decorations hanging overhead and laugh.

because this really is your favourite time of year, and that's one thing that will never change.

[mrmanbat]

Saw that you reread Red Robin and wanted to ask abt ur thoughts on it all :3 that whole series is some of my fav comics ever- plus I own the full set lol. Favorite part? Something you didnt like? Thoughts about Tim's development and character throughout? Thoughts on the whole Ra's situation? Tim being passively suicidal lol. Or how Tim gets. Just so many bitches. All the bitches. Tim Drake canonically gets bitches. They really look at his failboy swag and go "Yeah I'd hit that" 😭 wheezing.

Anyway yeah, they're like my fav comics so what are your thoughts on them?

And Happy Christmas! Or Happy Holidays if you do not celebrate. Merry ChristmaHannuKwanzaa!

Happy Holidays! (sorry if this does sound cohesive- I wrote right after finishing a 17-page essay, and my brain is actually fried)

The RR comics are so nostalgic to me; they were literally the reason I even picked up a comic in the first place.

The comedy in them gets me every time like Damian accusing Steph of stuffing her bra, gold. And the unintentional stuff like giving Tim an ungodly amount of rizz is just so funny, I can't. Bros is literally a Casanova but can't enjoy it bc, yk, he's busy trying to bring his father back from what is essentially death.

He's just in a long downhill spiral, yk? And he just progressively gets worse throughout his run as RR. The scene where Tims accepts death but Dick swoops in to catch him, and Tim has to lie his ass off, saying that he "knew his brother would catch him," just really brings that point home.

It started off as "No one believes me about Bruce, I'll just have to take. things into my own hands," then it goes to "I barely believe myself about Bruce, but it's too late to turn back now," to "Fuck this, if I die I die- womp womp, too bad I won't be able to tell Dick 'i-told-you-so"'

Tim is self-aware of his self-destructive nature; he knows that all his friends and family are trying to get him to seek help, but he just doesn't care. To him, the mission is more important- batman is more important.

(Side note- Dick trying to get Tim to see a therapist is a lot more impactful than how Fanon twisted it into Dick-trying-to-send-time-to-Akham.)

I'm split on the Ra's thing. I love the concept; I think he was a good choice for the main 'villain,' and I think there was so much potential with Tim reluctantly having to work with Ra's. I just don't think it was done all too well by the writers. A good chunch of Ra's motivation didn't align with his character- at least, I don't think so. And the whole thing with his sister just feels so unnecessary and gross.

Overall, though, I flipping love these comics. They would be better if DC didn't, yk, undo all the cherecter development by making Tim Robin again, but whatever. You win some, you lose some.

[nothing-leave-me-alone]

Cog in the machine au

Character hc

Orion

Didn't have many friend among the miners as he kept getting into trouble and demoted or moved to toegr departments.

Isn't the best at making friends as he is used to being moved from one place to the other

His last job in the upper levels was with Elita group but darkwing threw him to level 50 quickly after.... No one but Elita noticed that he was missing.

It's down there that he meets his best(only) friend, B-127, or bee as he likes to call him.

Orion is slightly smaller and weaker due to having alredy little energon down in lv50 and also having to share it with me

He still sneaks out and onto the archives pretty often. But now he does it with company as bee refuses to let him go him alone

Others don't reconize them as Orion and bee but those two crazy bots that run around some times.

He always tries to give what energon he saves up to bee out of worry for the trouble he brings him on

B-127

Was so so happy when he met Orion. New coworker (best friend forever and ever) let's go! Calls him pax because he couldn't think of a better nickname

Elita

Super excited to go out with pax to the archive and help out everyone find the matrix. That way they'll never go hungry again and they can go out like all the other cogless!

He and Orion are 100% the younger brother older brother duo. He idolizes Orion

While Steve and company were great, Orion is now his BFF, so sadly the guys need to be moved out since Orion need a place to sleep and plan their search to for the matrix

Still very chatty and Orion encourages this. They are eachothers only constant after having such an unstable life so they cling a bit (a lot)

He has told Orion all of his high guard facts. Orion now looks for stickers and info on the high guard as b-127 is a huge fan

I headcanon him as a starscream fan

With the space they have at their table to sleep Orion made mini versions of starscream and his trines alt modes and hung them on the ceiling for them to see

Tries to give what energon he saves to orion in turn

She was the last boss Orion had before darkwing demoted him to lv50

She was so worried when she couldn't find that new guy and no one knew where he was

She finally asked megatron what had happened and after much pressing she was told they where in lv50.... She was horrified and worried but there was nothing she could do

Since she isn't Orion's boss for long she isn't as harsh on his behavior, but she is very worried for them. (giving Elita my eldest daughter syndrome)

She often sends down energon and medical supplies for them.

They aren't her responsability or problem.... But someone has to look after them. Primus knows they don't do that themselves

Without Orion or d-16 a cavein killed jazz.... Elita blames herself and can't even manage to defend herself when darkwing fires her.

She failed jazz, she failed her team, and she feels she's constantly failing Orion and bee. At least in waste management there's no one she can let down and she has more chances to see her two clowns

She saw them on the race and nearly threw herself in the track to drag them out.

"what sort of idiot cogless would run on the race? ..... SCRAP THSOE ARE MY IDIOTS!!"

Ran to the infirmary thinking the worst had happened as she didn't stick around to see the race and stumbled onto megatron and darkwing who had been hurt by Orion and B-127 in the race

Megatron

Another mine supervisor with darkwing

While not as cruel he is much more strict

Couldn't tolerate Orion and his disregard for megatrons perfect plan to a mediocre yet simple and stable life

He has few friends. As in.... None

He is too dedicated to his job and has no time for a social life. So anything that upsets the balance of this causes him bouts of anger.

Still a big megatronus prime fan and sentinel idolizer with darkwing.

His relationship with darkwing is somewhat of a asshole idler brother, loser little brother. Megatron desperetly craves aprobal and beloved he can earn that by working his aft off.

Megatron tries to impress him, as he is his superior and a many times racer of the iacon 5000. But darkwing at best mocks him and plays it off as a 'joke' this leading to megatron being a bystander to his abuse of the cogless

After the iacon 5000 he had stopped just before he could hit B-127 graveously, and it caused both him and darkwing to not cross the finish line

Darkwing was pissed and fired him. Put him as supervisor of waste management.

He subconsciously begins to crack. All that he worked for just went down the drain because he didn't hit one meager cogless bot....

[starhvney]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys zane x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your best friend is still reluctant to open up to others, but you’re quick to reassure him that his hesitations lack any foundation.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort? fluff, best friends who are (not ) secretly in love with each other

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: eat up zane lovers i’ve come with another serving. hopefully this eats i'm not completely sure (@justhereforthefiction this one's for you hopefully you like it ^^)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

quiet had settled in the kitchen for the past thirty minutes, save for the ambiance of cooking and preparing drinks as you and zane calmly bustled around the kitchen. even when you’d brush by each other or needed help with something, only a glance was needed for you to know what the other was saying.

this was how it always was between the two of you. zane always preferred not to talk when he could (at least that’s what he said—yet he could never shut his mouth when it came to talking to you about his interests or insulting everyone else. you wouldn’t tell him that, though, since you knew he’d get defensive about it even though you were absolutely right).

regardless, words didn’t need to be exchanged for you to know how the other felt, which is what brings you to finally speak again after a good thirty minutes of silence.

“what’s wrong?”

he glances up at you from where he is tightly securing the glass dispenser of spiked ale, his lips pursing defensively as he shakes his hair from his eyes. he needed to get a haircut soon.

“what do you mean?” he plays the ignorant card, ignoring your unimpressed stare as he situates the large jar where it wouldn’t fall.

“you have that tense look on your face. i can tell something is bothering you,” you sigh, pausing in your own task and walking over to him, cornering him between the wall and counter with no escape. “so what’s wrong?”

he tenses up, jaw locking for a moment as icy blue glares down at you. as soon as he sees your expression, though, he can’t help how his shoulders sag and face relaxes. truly, he couldn’t keep up his tough act in front of you. not when you looked at him like that.

clearing his throat, his hand reaches up to fiddle with one of his piercings, eyes flicking around as he searches for the words that had been rattling around his brain for the past half-hour. patiently you wait, feet firmly planted in place to show him you weren’t going to back down.

“i… just don’t know if this is going to go as you have it all planned out in your head.” he finally murmurs, biting at the inside of his cheek with a tense sigh exhaling from his nose.

you slowly nod at his words, moving to lean on the counter as you give him further silence to explain. immediately denying his worries would be pointless and rather insensitive anyway. considering his past with everyone here, including you, you already know what he means by that. a lot of your friends were still pretty reluctant about allowing him in the group, even with his brothers vouching for him.

“it’s—” he cuts himself off, blinking rapidly. “you’re very sweet. for being my friend even after everything i’ve put you through. but everyone else has a valid reason for wanting to hate me.”

“none of them hate you, zane.” you’re quick to cut him off this time. “sure, they have their reservations, but hate is a very strong word.”

“and one that i’ve used and felt towards all of them in the past. it’s only fair that the feeling is mutual.”

“you never actually hated any of us. and you know that’s the truth,” you murmur, hand grasping onto his when you notice him itching anxiously at his neck, nails leaving irritated red marks behind their wake. “have you ever hated me?”

he flinches, face contorting into a mix of guilt and nervousness as his eyes settle on your connected hands. “…no. never you.”

leaning forward, you peer up at him through your lashes with a gentle smile, relishing in the way he wasn’t pulling away from your physical affection. red blotches across freckled cheeks, spreading down to his neck. his eyebrows furrow as his eyes dart across your face, and you notice how he lingers a moment too long on your lips for just a close friend. still, you spare him from further embarrassment, knowing the poor man would likely only clam up as he usually did if you were to push his buttons.

“then i promise there’s no hatred or animosity. sure, you aren’t exactly friends with everyone. but once they all realize how much of a sweetheart you are under this tough and edgy exterior—” you send a few pokes against his soft stomach and arms, making him scrunch his nose in protest. “—i promise they’re gonna realize why i defend you so hard.”

his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, dark eyebrows knitted together as he squeezes your hands in his. “i don’t understand how someone like you could be so kind to me.”

how long have you been nursing this friendship, and you still haven’t convinced him? shaking your head, you wrap your arms around your waist, pulling the tall man into a tight hug. his breath ruffles your hair as he rests his cheek on the top of your head, and the thudding of his heart in his chest is rather endearing to listen to.

but no, you could never tease him for something like this. sure, you two had your playful banter, but this friendship took a lot of sweat and tears on your end. you’d been nursing this friendship since it was a dead little seed, and even after so long he’s only just begun to bud. even still, you’re sure when he blooms you’ll be blessed with a beautiful flower; and then you can address his lingering stares and soft expressions.

he wasn’t ready yet, but you can be patient; especially when it came to him.

“it’s not too hard for me to do. but i know going out of your comfort zone like this is, so i’m glad you’re doing it. i can’t stand the thought of you being alone on the holidays.” you murmur, allowing the two of you to stay in the hug for as long as he’d allow.

your shoulders stiffen when the white flash of a camera reflects onto the cabinets next to you two, and you nearly stumble back when zane quickly pulls back. pushing down the disappointment at the loss of his arms wrapping around you, you look to the culprit of the crime.

dante stands with one hand over his mouth, the other holding his phone. it shakes in his hand as he begins to laugh silently, eyebrows raised as he glances down at the picture.

“oh, garroth is either gonna freak or love this,” he snickered.

of all the friends it could be, he was the worst one to have witnessed this; especially with how much zane still actively got annoyed by him. you eye zane from the side with a tense look, already knowing what was about to transpire. his teeth grit, jaw clenching as he glared down at the goofy, blue-haired idiot with an icy stare.

“delete that. now,” he says dangerously, and while you usually would stop him, the expression on his face was particularly attractive today.

plus, dante was being a jerk, especially when he responded with a smug, “no, i don’t think i will.”

the smirk on his lips was quickly wiped off when zane suddenly rushed him, a startled yelp leaving his lips as he took off to another part of the house. you stand in surprise—especially considering the fact that you’d never seen zane run that fast for anything, or even run at all. questioning voices of your friends meet your ears as they witness the chase, the group sounding confused and amused as dante is hunted down with murderous intent.

it was your turn to laugh when you heard dante dramatically screech from the other room, likely after one of zane’s longer arms snatched the back of his sweater.

hm… you would’ve actually liked to keep that photo. ah well, you plan to have many more like it in the future.

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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[silk-bullet]

Why does my voice sound so weird in recordings 😭😭

I sound like I’m fucking ELEVEN OR YOUNGER

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[sluttyten]

yall I want TDS3 tickets so badly 😭 but I don't know who to even go with and I'm not going by myself.... but I'm also seriously thinking I'm just gonna go ahead and try to get tickets on friday anyway

[tenok]

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[skeletalheartattack]

what's the first anime you remeber watching?

dragon ball z! i was immediately exposed to it growing up because my older brothers were hugely into it, so it's one of the first pieces of media that i was exposed to.

[lionblaze03-2]

Yknow guys. I have my moments but honestly I’m really glad to be alive and get to experience this beautiful world... like the birds outside my window or my beloved beast bella (there is an animal!!! In my house!!! And she LOVES me!!!) and getting to see my best friend and watching tv and movies together and engaging with media and taking long car rides. Life is so beautiful and I’m so glad I never forget it too long. Every little thing that makes you feel joy is a reason to be on this earth, so cherish every last one, because you deserve it. You deserve to feel how beautiful the world can be. Even if it sucks dick sometimes. Sometimes everything sucks and then you see a cardinal out the window competing with another for a female and everything’s okay again. Theres joy in every day, so please go out there and feel it as hard as you can, embrace everything that makes you happy. Live. We deserve it.

[whumpfish]

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they're being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark

[solidsnakepenis]

sorry men it turns out i might not be a wanted man