#then he meets julia's teacher

[asmolnerd21]

Fun Fact

I’m working on a fic for Mr. Tomatos/Ms. Lemons and I have two OCs that will briefly appear in it: Mary Moriarty and her daughter, Julia. If that surname sounds familiar, it’s because Mary is Sebastian’s ex-wife, and Julia is their young daughter. :) 

[glitterhoof]

anyways a doodle i drew of a scene me and my scene partner had written in two days

[janovavalen]

hi, can i request percy x fem!reader or just reader if you don’t write fem.

Basically percy is dating someone from the mortal world and she asks percy to attend these important dates for her because idk she’s in ballet or something and he misses it because he’s always doing quest with annabeth and the reader feels like he’s going to leave her. happy ending pls.

a/n: awhh omg yes ofc 😭!!

✧MISUNDERSTANDING || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: up above!

word count: 3393 (bruh i was aiming for like 1k not MF 3K WHAT IS THISSS MY THUMB HURTS…and im tired ☹️)

warnings: a bit of hurt reader and percy, miss communication, fluff and comfort in the end

y/n breathed heavily and steadily she made sure her feet were pointed and flexed to perfection. her arms being outstretched perfectly and her fingers pointed towards the walls of the studio her teacher, miss.yana, instructed her to finally move.

‘now! close your feet!—‘y/n did just so. as she held them together, unmoving she breathed steadily through her nose, making sure not to flex her face that would cause the whole class to restart.

she didn’t particularly hate ballet, she loved it beyond measure. she loved it so much—it was her mother’s favorite thing to do when she was young and when she had a small incident that stopped her from doing ballet all together, y/n promised her at the age of nine that she would continue her love for ballet.

and now here she was, four years later still doing ballet with a small collection of good metals at home to make her mother proud.

‘open feet! close, open feet! close!’ the teacher shouted to the class. they all did just as she told with no hesitance and no mistake.

if there were any—from anyone. that person would be the punching bag until next week. luckily y/n has never had to experience that, she made sure she was always perfect for the class, teacher, herself and her mother.

‘rest…good job today class, you are now dismissed. julia! make sure you keep stretching i saw slight hesitation in your leg stretches, if you need it checked out please get that down before next month.’

next month just so happened to be one of their important plays that would be watched by one of the most popular and well paid ballet teachers of all time in new york. she would be watching the class y/n so happens to be in to see who is most fitted for her privet class, and y/n had to make sure she was picked, she had to.

as y/n rested and walked over to her duffle bag that held all of her supplies, her friend maxine walked up to her. she always wore pink leg warmers and her hair in one of the tighter buns y/n had ever seen before.

‘hey y/n! were you able to hang out tonight? me and rebecca were thinking we would do a small movie night at hers? we all get these cute little themed colored snacks and watch like, horror movies or something?’ maxine smiled down at y/n who gave a tight lip apologetic smile.

‘awh i’m sorry…maybe we can reschedule on it? i’m supposed to be meeting percy today’ y/n threw on her sweats and sweatshirt to match. her new shoes being simple brown boots and her hat on to cover her head from the windy weather outside.

maxine smile and awed—‘oh! you guys are so cute together in so jealous, i though you’d said he was studying abroad?’

yeah and by that she means some place far far away were humans can’t even enter.

‘yeah…but he’s visiting today and we were going to see that new movie in theaters’ y/n smiled at maxine who nodded her head with a warm smile.

‘awh! you two have fun okay? text me the details later!’ as she walked away y/n waved her goodbye and made her way to the opposite door. leading her way out of the studio and right into to the sidewalk of new york city.

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when y/n got home she made herself known by yelling out to her parents—‘mom, dad! i’m home!’ she yelled. just then she quickly heard footsteps coming from the both of them as they smiled and hugged their daughter.

‘my sweet! how was practice? i’m so happy you got back safe i keep telling you dad here to get you a bike or a car! ah! was that nasty teacher mean to you today? huh?’ her mom rushed to her side as her dad gave her a shocked look at what she said about the car and bike.

‘you didn’t tell me—‘

‘shut up i did!’

‘nuh-uh!’

‘yes! yes (f/n) i told you a hundred times you were just always half asleep when i told you—‘

‘wh! well maybe if i weren’t half asleep i would have know—‘

‘okay guys! it’s okay i’m back! i don’t need a car but i will like a bike? and no she wasn’t mean today, i did pretty good’ y/n praised herself as she set down her bag which was quickly picked up by her dad who went to put it in her room.

‘awh that’s good to here, oh! and what about you and percy? huh? you told me you two were going out tonight is that still on?’

‘yes mom. i’m going to be leaving around five or six and back at nine like always, maybe he’ll stay, maybe he won’t.’ y/n shrugged as she was walked by her mom arm in arm.

‘well, i’ll cut fresh fruit just in case, now i know your tired so go take a nice bath! get ready for your date’ she sang while y/n felt her face warm.

‘mom! don’t say it like that’

‘well! i mean you’ve been together for how long now?’

‘two years—‘

‘two years! and you still get nervous! i still think it’s adorable don’t worry, im sure he does too’ she teased while y/n groaned and made her way to her room.

when she got there she immediately went to rush for her phone and unlocked it. her homescreen being her pet and lock being her and percy at the beach. she loved that picture so much, she’s probably posted it about a hundred times over and over on her photo dumps.

going into her contacts she was quick to text her boyfriend, percy. hoping she wasn’t interrupting him or anything.

‘hey percy! i just got back from practice. everything going well at camp?’ she texted. and almost immediately he responded.

‘hey! yeah, everything is good, i’m getting my things packed for movie night, i should be getting to you pretty soon. miss me?’ he teasingly sent making y/n turn off her phone for a second to smile with her hand over her mouth.

breathing out and unlocking it once more she texted him—‘of course i did, how could i not?’ he hearted her message and replied quickly.

‘well don’t worry i miss you just as much. i’ll see you soon okay?’ she heated his message as well and sent back a meme that he would always send her and closed off her phone.

deciding it was time to get ready she went to collect her bathroom things and started to get ready for her night.

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after about two hours of getting ready, listening to music and texting percy non stop, she finally saw it was time to leave the house. rushing to grab her purse and shoes she used down to the front door and made her goodbyes that consisted of hugs and kisses to and from her parents.

rushing out the front door, she signaled for a taxi which likely saw her and picked her up.

‘were to?’ he asked

‘the movie theater please’

as y/n said that and the taxi driver started to move, she texted percy that she was on his way which she was left with a ‘seen’.

strange…frowning her eyes bowed she kept the message open and waited for his response. he was usually really quick with this, never leaving her on seen nor delivered without a small warning beforehand of course.

‘hm…’ she mumbled.

‘we’re here!’ he told y/n who looked up from her phone in a hurry and looked to the side to see the movie theater.

‘oh, thank you’ paying him plus tip he smiled at her and said his bye which she did the same.

making her way out of the car and into the movies, she paid for the two tickets with the money percy sent her a few days prior, getting popcorn with her own money and some other snacks which was expensive as always.

looking down to see she was left on seen almost ten minutes ago, y/n double texted which she hated.

sending a small pic of the things she bought and the tickets that were next to the popcorn she held them all and walked to the movie room.

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sitting down into her seat she kept her focus on her phone, the big screen and the entrance of the movie room. hoping that one of the blondes that would walk in was her boyfriend who hopefully had a small explanation to leaving her hanging with the texts…twice!

sitting back as the room became dark she decided it was time to call him. he said he was on his way? and she didn’t mean to be obnoxious but she needed to know he was at least okay.

walking out of the room she called him…it rang. and rang…and rang.

then she heard his voice—‘hey!’

‘percy where are you—‘

‘this is percy and you’ve reached my voicemail box. if i didn’t pick up i’m either with my amazing girlfriend, slaying monsters or just sleeping, leave a message.’ scoffing a bit at his voicemail she spoke.

‘percy im at the movies and i just wanted to know if you were okay? or if you're on your way? the movie started and i'm going to be watching this amazing movie without you…call me back, please?’

hanging up and looking down at her phone and time she sighed and closed her eyes, ignoring the slight plained pit in her stomachs and heart she pushed it aside and walked back into the movie room.

sitting down and watching some of the movie she would occasionally look at her phone, the entrance. the screen. her phone, the entrance, the screen.

over, and over. until soon, without realizing it had been the end of the movie.

she still felt herself trapped in the endless loop she created for herself. her phone, the entrance and the screen.

soon enough she realized what she didn’t want to think was true, he wasn’t coming. he wasn’t showing up once again.

this happened five times in the last five months on each date that was planned every five months.

pressing her body against the seat, she sighed and placed her hands on her face. letting out a shaky breath, y/n picked up her things and made her way out of the theater.

walking until the sidewalk of new york, she felt her phone vibrate.

picking it up in a hurry she saw percy’s name flash across the screen—she answered.

‘percy—‘

‘n/n! listen im so so sorry! i—i lost track of time, i was set on a quest the second i was going to leave and i—‘

‘so what? the quests mean more than me? hanging with annabeth—‘

‘y/n please…don’t say that it’s not like that and you know it.’

‘well i sure feels like that percy! you stood me up! you left me alone again just like the picnic, the dinner, the fourth of july, my birthday!? percy…are your trying to tell me something—‘

‘no! y/n! no, it—no! stop what your thinking because it isn’t true okay? please—it isn't like that at all okay? i just….its—‘

‘explain to me percy…i’m listening.’ as y/n stood on the side of the building she felt her eyes well up with a bit of tears as her grip on her phone tightened. her purse being clutched by her side.

‘it’s….’

‘explain to me percy…please.’ she helplessly begged while holding the phone. on the other end, all she heard was a bit of noise and his breathing.

‘i—i can’t.’ he mumbled. scoffing y/n threw her head back slowly while rolling her shoulders. trying not to embarrass herself by crying in the middle of the sidewalk.

‘of course. bye percy.’

‘wait—‘ just as he said this she hung up and placed her phone in her purse. it vibrated, indicating someone was calling, seeing it might be her mom she looked and it was percy.

she didn’t pick up.

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when she got home, y/n was met with a silent house. her parents were sleep and she was kind of happy with this. she could walk to her room with no trouble.

once she got their, she immediately broke down, her hands finding ways to her mouth to silence her cries, y/n shook her head a bit and bit her lip.

the pain in her chest grew and grew to which it felt like she couldn’t breath.

was this his way of breaking up with her? was this is plan all along since she and him had to split? this whole time he was in camp…he could’ve been talking to someone else. this whole time.

sighing and crying a bit more she wiped her tears and breathed heavily, a shaky breath as she made her way to her closet and picked her pajamas.

after taking off some of her makeup, and putting her hair in a more comfortable up-do. she placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to the wall, her widow being slightly open to show the moons shine from space.

feeling her body shake a bit from her cries she suddenly heard—tik.

quieting down, y/n stopped and waiting just to hear another—tik, tik—one became two and two became four.

sighing she sat up and looked at her slightly ajar window to see there were small rocks being down at her window.

what kind of drunk is doing this so late at night? and why her window? and why on this day as of right now.

groaning she sat up and grabbed her bat to make sure bod is was handing from her window. stepping slow and close to her window she saw curls then a face—with a black hoodie on. screaming she went to swing her bat but was stopped with—‘oh my god! stop! stop! it’s me!’

stopping her movements…she knew that voice. placing the bat down and aggressively taking off his hoddie she saw it was percy.

‘what—‘

‘i know i know, what are you doing here? why are you here? what do you want you pertinacious douchebag—i know but please? let me explain…please.’ he silently begged her as y/n firmly looked down at him. giving up as she saw his blue eyes, she placed down the bag completely and stepped beside it let him in.

once he was in he turned to her. y/n had her arms crossed and her face flat, filled and prominent with upset, hurt, anger and confusion. the slight previous look of tears in her puffy eyes made his heart sink.

‘oh y/n…i—‘

‘why did you ditch me all those months? huh? i asked you and i will keep asking…if you can’t give a reason at all and it’s related to your demigod duties i will respect that and leave it alone but please just tell me something? anything.’ y/n hopelessly looked up into percy eyes who looked down at eyes and sighed.

placing his hand on her arms that were folded she let then loosen as he pressed his body against her own, embracing her with the warmth of her preciously covered body and his naturally warm one. she melting into his hind immediately and tested up again.

‘is this you breaking up with me? i don’t get it i—‘

‘i was trying to clear up my schedule to make it to your play next month.’ he answered, finally.

pulling away immediately she looked into his sad eyes that watched her own as a small tear dropped.

‘what?’

‘you were telling me for six months now about how important and exited you were for this big play so i worked and worked on many of my quiets that were already ahead of me to make sure none of them interfere with your play. i want to make there so i can see you dance, i know i’ve been really…horrible with being a boyfriend and making it to our dates and im so so sorry, half of it was planned and half of it was pure coincidence on being caught in a quest…’

‘planned?’ she asked, eyes eyebrows turning up and he nodded.

‘yeah planned…i know how serious you and ballet are and i know your always stressed at being this perfect image for the world when in fact your always perfect and there isn’t anything that can’t make you ten times better than you already are. some of the dates i missed were meant to be missed like the picnic, and the ice skating rink and your birthday…i was there, you just couldn’t see me. and now that i think about it sounds creepy and weird—‘

‘yeah it dose’ she laughed as he smiled.

‘but i didn’t show up because i knew you needed the time to freely open up and relax. your picnic was what i made you, the food and stuff i made myself that’s why—‘

‘that’s why some of the things were blue…’ she recalled.

‘mhm…and your birthday?’

‘a ocean view with blue ribbons around the napkins and flowers…but why didn’t you tell me?’ she looked up in wonder.

‘it would ruin your surprise’ she shrugged while she tilted her head in a bit of confusion.

‘my surprise?’

picking up the bag that was set next to him that she failed to notice he handed it to her and she grinned up at him, a bit nervous he watched her open the blue bag. seeing another box, she opened it.

inside were his and her favorite blue colored ballet shoes. y/n smiled and picked them up immediately, placing the box and bag on her table, she looked at them and saw a small note inside.

in it was what said—

from here on out from all of my accomplished quested i have even granted a two year stay in new york with you, and for these two years i will stay by your side non stop to make up for my missed dates, and missed hugs and talks. your favorite — percy jackson.

looking up at him with teary eyes, she launched herself at him with her arms around his neck, y/n felt percy rub her back soothingly and she immediately spoke.

‘oh my god i’m so sorry! i was so mean to you over the phone and i almost hit you with a bat! and i wa thinking of doing it anyway seeing who you were oh my—im so sorry percy oh my gosh’ she squeezed him even tighter as percy laughed a bit and held her closer.

‘it’s okay! it’s okay! i would to the same, i hoped you did so you would forgive me then baby me back to health’ he revealed making y/n pull away and push him with a scoff.

he smiled at her and pulled her in by her hand, one of his other hands making their way to hold her face soothingly and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. he was always one for words and actions. smiling and melting into it y/n kissed back all until—

‘who’s in here! my baby—what!’ the two of them turned to see y/n’s mother and father holding bats only to immediately relax.

‘percy!’

‘hi mrs.l/n…hi mr.l/n’ he shamefully waved at the two who rolled their eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

‘my god—percy please. next time use the front door’ he dad groaned as he went to walk away and back to bed only to feel his wife want aorund. turning to see her staring at the two with an adored face painted on her she awed.

‘my babies! look at you—‘ just then she was picked up and taken out of the room by y/n’s dad—her husband—‘wait! i was just checking on them!’

‘they’re fine’ he replied.

y/n smiled and covered her face with embarrassment as percy looked down at her and smiled as well, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face he kissed her once more.

[footballfanficwriter]

Prise giving ceremony

Summary:Jude and the reader are invited for their children's prize giving Ceremony

"Jude c'mon we're gonna be late" I say

"Yeah, I'm coming" he says, he takes my hand and we make it out the front door

"I've already spoken to mum she says they'll meet us there, cause they need to get a few things before the Ceremony starts" He says

"Are your parents going to be there?"

"I don't know honestly, but it would be really Nice if they showed up, it would mean so much to the kids if they did"

"Hey don't worry, even if they don't show up, I'm sure it will still be fun"

"Yeah"

" how many awards do you think the kids will get?"

"I don't know, besides, I don't care I'll be proud of them either way"

"Yeah, me too, But you know how they are, they always want to be top achievers in everything they do"

"I think they get that from the both of us to be honest"

"I don't always strive to be a top achiever"

"Yes you do Jude"

"How?"

"What about that time after one of your matches and you didn't play the way you wanted to, were you not having a fit?"

"I did not"

"Babe you did"

"Well you're also like that"

"Oh I already know I strive to be a top achiever, I'm not going to deny who i am"

"Whatever" he says rolling his eyes

"But I'm sure the genes didn't spread to our kids, right?"

"Yeah, no that is a lie, our children are so competitive it worries me sometimes"

"You're overreacting"

"Oh, am I?"

"Yeah you are"

"Remember that time when Julian, lost his football game and he got so upset he wouldn't even eat his dinner?, or what about the time Julia didn't get first prize for her 1200m run, and she nearly fought the girl who did, need I go on?"

"Alright you've made your point"

"Thank you"

We arrive at the school and Jude parks the car, he walks out of the car and comes around my side to open my door

"Thank you"

"It's a pleasure babe"

"You actually look beautiful in that outfit you know"

"Really, you like it?"

"I love it"

Jude has a black turtleneck on, with a suit Jacket, black slacks and dress shoes and a silver Rolex watch, while I have on a black dress that reaches just past my knees, with a criss cross back and a slight low V cut in the front, matched with a pair of black heels a gold necklace, gold earrings and my wedding ring

As we enter the venue we see people taking pictures, no dought that these pictures will be on the internet by the time the ceremony is over

When we enter the venue we find Denise,Mark and Jobe sat in the second row behind all the teachers and principals, we make our way to where they are sitting and greet them

"Mom we're here" Jude says

They turn their heads towards us and stand up

"Hi Darling, you alright" Denise says greeting me and coming in for a hug

"Yeah mom, I'm alright"

"Aren't you proud"

"Very proud"

Mark taps my shoulder getting my attention

"Hey" he says coming in for a hug

"Hi dad, how've you been?"

"I'm alright"

I greet Jobe and give him a brotherly hug while he daps Jude up

We all take our seats with me sandwiched in between Jude and Denise and Mark sitting next to Denise and Jobe

The MC starts the program and the school choir sings the school song, after that the MC starts her opening speech

"Good evening everyone, we're so grateful for your presence here tonight, thank you for coming to celebrate the children who have undoubtably worked hard to achieve these achievements, without further ado let's get started, I would like to call on Mrs. Clinton to come and present the awards"

Mrs. Clinton walks onto the stage and greets everyone

"Good evening everyone, I am here in front of you all to present the special awards to the children, the first award is awarded to the most creative student, Jessica James"

Everyone claps for Jessica as she walks onto the stage to get her award

"Why does she walk like that" Jude asks

"Don't Judge other people's kids Jude"

"Next, this award is for the most kindest and caring student who always puts other's needs before their own, this award is awarded to Ronald Johnson"

People clap for Ronald and  he collects his award

"Those are some big glasses he's got on" he says as he fists his hands making a hole in between each hand and putting each fisted hand on each eye

"Jude, stop" I say tying to hold my laugh in

"Next this award is for the most improved student, who has improved either academically or Socially, having had a hard start when they first arrived in the school and to adapting the school's culture, this award is given to Melissa Hall"

Melissa collects her award and we all clap for her

"Now lastly this award is a prestigious one and is a shared by two students, this award is for the most ambitious and Hardworking students, Julia and Julian Bellingham"

Both Julia and Julian walk onto stage to get their shared award, I turn to my right to see Mark filming Every moment

Jude and I stand up so both of them can see us, they see us and wave and we return the gesture by smiling and waving

Next they announce that they'll be announcing the prizes for the year 1s ( first graders)

Which is Julian and Julia's year (grade)

"We will first start with the year 1s and their achievements" the MC Says

"I would like to call Mrs. Madden to the stage to present the Awards"

Mrs. Madden walks onto the stage, greets the audience, and continues Jude gives me a side eye as if to say "look at her outfit" Mrs. Madden has on an old looking cardigan and a pair of baggy trousers, bright red glasses and Pebbles/stones for Jewelry "Good evening, everyone. It's my pleasure to present the awards for the Year 1 students. These young minds have shown remarkable dedication and enthusiasm throughout the year. First, we'll start with the award for Excellence in Mathematics, which goes to... Julian Bellingham!"

The audience erupts in applause as Julian confidently strides to the stage to accept his award. His smile is radiant, and his eyes gleam with pride.

"That's my boy," Jude whispers to me, his face beaming with pride. I squeeze his hand, sharing in the moment of joy.

Julian accepts his award, posing for a quick photo before returning to his seat.

"Next, the award for Outstanding Performance in English goes to... Julia Bellingham!"

Julia, not to be outdone by her brother, walks gracefully to the stage, her expression one of quiet confidence. The applause is even louder this time, with our family cheering her on.

"I'm so proud of them," I say to Jude, my eyes welling up with tears of happiness.

"I know, me too," Jude replies, his voice full of emotion.

Julia accepts her award and waves at us again before taking her seat beside Julian.

Mrs. Madden continues, "The next award is for Excellence in Sports. This student has shown exceptional talent and dedication in various sports activities. The award goes to... Julian Bellingham!"

Julian gets up again, looking slightly embarrassed but very pleased as he accepts his second award. The applause is thunderous.

"He's going to need a bigger shelf for all these awards," Jude jokes, making me laugh.

"And finally," Mrs. Madden announces, "the award for Leadership and Teamwork goes to a student who has demonstrated exceptional leadership skills and the ability to work well with others. This award goes to... Julia Bellingham!"

Julia stands up for the second time, her face glowing with pride. She walks to the stage, collects her award, and waves once more, her smile brighter than ever.

As the ceremony concludes, the children are invited to take pictures with their families. Jude and I rush to the front to congratulate our kids, enveloping them in big, proud hugs.

"You both did amazing!" I say, kissing each of their foreheads.

"We're so proud of you," Jude adds, ruffling Julian's hair and hugging Julia tightly.

"Thanks, Mom and Dad!" they both say, their faces glowing with happiness.

Denise, Mark, and Jobe join us, offering their congratulations. Denise takes out her phone and suggests, "Let's get a family picture to remember this moment."

We gather together, with Julian and Julia holding their awards proudly. As the camera clicks, I can't help but think about how lucky we are to have such amazing children and a loving, supportive family.

"Alright, let's go celebrate!" Jude announces, lifting Julian onto his shoulders. And me taking Julia into my arms, planting a kiss onto her cheek then her forehead

"Yeah, ice cream for everyone!, Say goodbye to your grandparents and Uncle Jobe" I add, placing Julia back down then holding her hand

"Bye nana" Julia Says as she hugs her grandmother

"Goodbye my Darling, I'm so proud of you, and you as well Julian" Denise says as she hugs the both of them

We continue saying our goodbyes and walk them to their car and we start making way to our car as well

as we make our way out of the venue, hearts full and spirits high.

The evening is a perfect blend of pride, love, and celebration, and as we head to our favorite ice cream parlor, I know that this is a day we will cherish forever.

As we walk to the car, Jude spots another kid and nudges me. "Look at that kid's bowtie. It's bigger than his head."

I laugh, nudging him back. "Jude, be nice!"

"And that one," he whispers, nodding towards a girl with a massive hair bow. "Is she trying to take flight with that thing?"

"Stop it!" I giggle, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Alright, alright," he says, chuckling. "But you have to admit, this is entertaining."

"You're terrible," I say, still laughing. "But I love you anyway."

"I love you too," he replies, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. "Now, let's go get some ice cream."

We pile into the car, the kids chattering excitedly about their awards in the backseat. Jude starts the engine and we head to our favorite ice cream parlor, the mood in the car light and joyful.

As we arrive and park, Jude turns to me with a playful smile. "You know, I was just thinking..."

"Uh-oh, should I be worried?" I tease, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe," he laughs. "But seriously, what if Julian and Julia go into comedy? They seem to have a knack for entertaining, just like their old man."

"Oh, really? So now you're a comedian?" I say, laughing.

"Well, I did make you laugh, didn't I?" he retorts, winking.

We all get out of the car and head into the parlor, the kids rushing ahead to choose their favorite flavors. Jude and I follow more slowly, holding hands and enjoying the moment.

As we enter the ice cream parlor, the sweet aroma of freshly baked waffles and scoops of ice cream fills the air. Julian and Julia rush towards the display of flavors, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Mom, Dad, look at all the choices!" Julia exclaims, pointing excitedly.

"Yeah, Dad, they even have that weird green one you like," Julian adds with a grin.

Jude chuckles. "Hey, mint chocolate chip is a classic! Don't knock it till you've tried it."

I roll my eyes playfully. "You and your adventurous taste buds."

"Just trying to keep things interesting," he replies with a wink.

We join the kids at the counter, scanning the menu for our own favorites. Julian opts for a towering sundae while Julia goes for a colorful cone with sprinkles.

"I think I'll go for something simple today," I say, eyeing a scoop of strawberry cheesecake.

Jude nudges me. "Oh, come on, live a little! How about a triple scoop with all the works?"

I laugh. "I'll leave that to you, Mr. Mint Chocolate Chip."

As we wait for our treats, Jude leans closer to me, his voice low. "Did you see that kid's hair over there? It looks like a bird's nest."

I stifle a laugh. "Jude! Be nice."

"I'm just observing," he insists, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know I can't resist a good hairstyle critique."

"Well, keep your critiques to yourself," I tease, trying not to giggle too loudly.

Our ice cream arrives, and we settle into a cozy booth. Julian and Julia dive into their treats with gusto, their faces quickly turning into a sticky mess of smiles and satisfaction.

Jude leans back, savoring his mint chocolate chip. "You know, I have to hand it to them. These kids really know how to enjoy life's simple pleasures."

"Like ice cream," I add, licking a stray drip from my cone.

"Exactly," he says, nodding. "I mean, who needs fancy dinners when you've got a scoop of your favorite flavor?"

"Or a tower of sundaes," I reply, gesturing towards Julian's creation.

We watch our kids laugh and talk between messy bites, their joy infectious. It's moments like these that remind me why I fell in love with Jude—the way he finds humor in everyday moments and brings out the best in our family.

As we finish our ice cream, Jude leans over and whispers, "That kid over there looks like he's trying to break the world record for fastest ice cream eater." He says eyeing the poor child that just seems to be really enjoying his ice cream

I burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. "Jude, stop, what's wrong with you today and making fun of kids!" I manage to say between giggles.

He grins mischievously. "What? I'm just stating the obvious, and it's not like I'm saying it to their faces, how will they know I'm talking about them ?"

"You're terrible," I say, shaking my head, still laughing.

He chuckles softly. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Of course," I reply, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "Even when you're making fun of kids' hairstyles."

He squeezes my hand back, his eyes warm with affection. "I love you too, always."

We sit together in comfortable silence, watching our children and soaking in the happiness of this simple, perfect moment. As we prepare to leave, Jude leans over once more.

"Ready to head home, or should we challenge the kids to a rematch in mini golf?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "Let's save that for another day. Right now, I think we've had enough excitement for one evening."

"Fair enough," he says, rising from the booth. "But don't think I won't take you up on that challenge someday."

I smile, knowing that whatever adventures lie ahead, we'll face them together—as partners, parents, and best friends.

"I love that idea," I say, kissing him on the cheek. "It's perfect."

As we sit there, enjoying our ice cream and each other's company, I realize that moments like these are what life is all about—love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

Jude takes a spoon of his ice cream  and leans back, content. "This is the life," he says, smiling at me and the kids. "I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Me neither," I reply, squeezing his hand. "Me neither."

The evening winds down with more laughter, stories, and plans for the future. As we drive home, the kids eventually fall asleep in the backseat, clutching their awards.

Jude looks over at me and smiles. "We did good, didn't we?"

"We did great," I reply, feeling a warm glow of happiness. "Our little achievers."

We pull into the driveway, and Jude gently carries Julian inside while I take Julia. We tuck them into bed, kissing their foreheads and whispering words of love and pride.

Back in our bedroom, Jude wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "Thank you for being my partner in this crazy, wonderful life," he says softly.

"Thank you for being mine," I reply, resting my head on his chest.

As we drift off to sleep, I can't help but feel incredibly grateful for this beautiful family we've built together—a family filled with love, humor, and endless possibilities.

[makingqueerhistory]

Any queer webcomic/graphic novel recommendations?

Yes!

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel

Distant and exacting, Bruce Bechdel was an English teacher and director of the town funeral home, which Alison and her family referred to as the "Fun Home." It was not until college that Alison, who had recently come out as a lesbian, discovered that her father was also gay. A few weeks after this revelation, he was dead, leaving a legacy of mystery for his daughter to resolve.

On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden

A ragtag crew travels to the deepest reaches of space, rebuilding beautiful, broken structures to piece the past together.

Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker with Jules Scheele

Activist-academic Meg-John Barker and cartoonist Julia Scheele illuminate the histories of queer thought and LGBTQ+ action in this groundbreaking non-fiction graphic novel.

Boyfriends. Volume One: A Webtoon Unscrolled Graphic Novel by Refrainbow

Jock, Goth, Nerd, and Prep are all juniors in college. But studying is the last thing on their minds as they are mainly interested in getting a boyfriend. Or multiple boyfriends.

The Tea Dragon Society by K. O'Neill

The Tea Dragon Society is the two-time Eisner Award-winning gentle fantasy that follows the story of a blacksmith apprentice, and the people she meets as she becomes entwined in the enchanting world of tea dragons. 

[oatflatwhite]

to the substitute art teacher

buck/eddie, future fic, 2.3k, T | read on ao3 (locked to registered users only)

Midnight ticks over while they’re on a call. A girl at a house party in West Hollywood stuck her head through the bars of the third floor balcony railing and couldn’t get back through. She’s calmed down from the hysterics dispatch reported by the time the engine rolls up; when Buck meets her on the balcony, saw in hand, she’s mostly just embarrassed.

“Hey,” he smiles, trying to sound as non-judgemental as possible. “Julia, right? I’m Buck. We’re gonna get you out of there in just a second.”

Steph crouches down on Julia’s other side, setting her med bag and blanket on the tiled floor. “How you doing there? Anything hurt?”

“Just my pride,” Julia sighs. “Do you think you could—drop me home, after? My lift’s being a total douchebag.” Buck looks over his shoulder at the party still going on inside; a couple of guys are laughing, leaning into one another, their bodies angled toward the small balcony.

“We don’t really—” Steph starts to say, thumbing the radio with her free hand and meeting Buck’s eyes over Julia’s head. He lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “But, uh, sure? We don’t have another call to get to.”

“Guys.” Hen’s voice crackles, exasperated over the radio. Buck starts up the saw instead of answering.

Steph covers Julia’s head with the blanket while the saw makes short work of the balcony. “Dude.” One of the guys who’d been laughing inside is staring at the scene, dumbfounded. The beer in is hand is tipped enough it’s dripping onto the tile. “You’re gonna, like, pay for that, right?”

“Fuck off, Dustin,” Julia mutters, as Steph ushers her out the door.

“Uh, yeah.” Buck hands the guy the piece of railing in his hand. “What she said.”

Hen is waiting for them out on the street, arms crossed over her chest and eyebrows raised so high Buck’s surprised she’s not giving herself a headache. Or maybe she is, and she just likes telling Buck off too much to care.

 “Sorry, Cap,” he says. “It was my call. I can take her in the ambulance, meet you guys back at the station?”

“Oh.” Julia sniffs. “It’s, um, no trouble. I can call an Uber…”

“Don’t be silly.” Hen unfolds her arms. “Surge pricing is crazy right now. Where’s home?” Julia mumbles out an address. “It’s on our way. Come on.”

Steph breaks off with t9he probie for the ambulance; Buck helps Julia up into the engine and climbs in after her. They’re halfway to her house when Ravi makes a surprised little sound. “What’s the time?”

“Twelve twenty-eight,” Hen answers from the front. There’s a smile in her voice when she says, “oh. Happy birthday, Buck.”

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[nicoleheichou]

Girl Of My Dreams - Epilogue

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

I'm a little late. I know. I'm sorry. Lol. Got distracted by the Superbowl. 💀

The tweets span over a few months. The last 3 tweets are all the same night. Yes Sakusa proposed on his birthday. Lol. Yes Kuroo has a girlfriend. Everyone was surprised too.

ANDDDDDD that's a wrap. Thank you so much to those who've stuck by me from the beginning until the end. I started this in January of 2022 and it's now February 2024. And thank you to those who found the story along the way and joined us to see this ending. Thank you for your patience with me and your kind words with every update. I've enjoyed reading your comments throughout this journey and I'm hoping to see you in my next smau! Which if you haven't been keeping up will be a Zoro x reader one lol.

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[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 21

Author's note: And we've made it to the end 😔 Hope you guys have enjoyed this story even if it isn't the very best out there and the plot isn't groundbreaking 😅 But sometimes you just need to read something cute and simple, and that was my aim with this. As always, thank you very much for reading and all your support. It means a lot 💜

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Masterlist

It had been a month since my fall at the Etihad. Since I had made it to the news because someone had reported that the woman rolling down the stairs was Rúben Dias girlfriend and that that was the reason why he had run to her aid half way through the team’s warm-up. Turns out that I wasn’t dreaming when I thought I had heard his voice.

And, of course, after being on tv now everyone knew about us, my parents included. After a few calls from my mum asking me how I was, she had finally convinced my dad to come visit me in Manchester, see with her own eyes that I was actually ok and that I wasn't lying every time she had called me, and also meet Rúben.

“Can you please stop? You are making me nervous” he said.

“I can’t. This is huge, Rúben. Like… huge” I said, dramatically lifting my arms in the air. “It’s not just that my parents are coming back to Manchester after ages and the possibility of us fixing things, but also ruining them forever. They are coming to meet you too. My boyfriend. The first I’m introducing them to.”

“Hopefully the last one too” he replied with his usual smirk.

“God, I hate you” I said, back to pacing around the living room. 

We were meeting at Lucy’s apartment since she and Julia were out with Rodri getting to know each other a bit more. Though Julia was already as in love with him as she was with Rúben.

“I love you too” he chuckled, those three words being something I still hadn’t been able to say despite being what I felt. 

“Urgh, that’s them” I said when I heard the door’s bell. 

“Relax, it’s gonna be ok” Rúben said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll charm them the same way I’ve done with your whole family.”

“Yeah, sure” I said, with a nervous laugh.

“I will. This is gonna work, ok?”

“Ok” I said, taking a deep breath.

“I love you” Rúben said.

“I love you too” I replied, not realising what I had said until I saw the smile on his face. I loved his smirk, but this one… This one had just become my new favourite smile.

“C´mon, let’s go meet my in-laws. We don’t want to keep them waiting” he said, taking my hand and walking towards the door.

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And all that, takes us to the present day. 

"Do you know what day it is today?" Rúben asks me as we walk towards our apartment. Because his apartment, is ours now.

Lucy and Julia have moved to Rodri's house, where she is loving having a huge garden to play football with him. Though what she is loving the most, is the idea of becoming a big sister in just a few months.

"It wasn't planned, it just happened" Lucy shrugged after sharing the news. "But I know he is the one, and not because every single person that knows me has said it. It is because I can feel it. It is different to what I've felt with all the other guys I've been with before, my ex included. He is the one."

After they left, Rúben asked me to move in with him, and I obviously said yes. Now I still take care of Julia from time to time when both Lucy and Rodri are busy, but I am not her nanny anymore.

"I'm 6 now! I don't need a nanny, that's for babies" she said one day. 

What I keep doing tho, is being her piano teacher. Hers, and a bunch of kids from her school. We’ve kept the piano at Lucy’s apartment, only going there for my lessons so we don’t bother Rúben. But besides teaching, I’m also playing at events and weddings all over the country. It doesn’t matter if they are posh or tacky, if they have a low budget or lots of money. If I like the people I’m playing for, I say yes. 

My dad didn't like the idea at first and said that, of course, I should focus on teaching. But when he saw how much I was earning by playing on those events, he changed his mind. And I want to think that the fact that he was seeing me enjoying playing the piano for the first time in my life, also had something to do with it. 

And things have also kept getting better and better between us. He has joined grandad and I at some Arsenal games, and Rúben got to charm him just as he said he would. Though I must confess I still am getting used to how well they get along. Seeing them laughing together feels so weird… 

"Do you remember or not?" Rúben asks me again when we make it to the front door, the new doorman opening it for us. Roger retired and he is now living in the countryside with his wife.

"Wednesday?"

"That's now what I asked. The number."

"Eh… 10th?"

"Urgh" he says, rolling his eyes. "Today, three years ago, we met for the first time. And it happened here, in front of this lift."

It had been three years already. Three years since I met Julia at the shopping centre. Since Lucy asked me to work for her. Since Rúben and I crossed paths on this same spot and I just froze in place. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and he still is. 

"I remember the way you looked at me" he chuckles. "You couldn't stop staring."

"I probably looked like an idiot. Or a creep."

"You looked very cute" he says, calling for the lift. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about who you could be."

"Really?" I ask. He had never told me about it, about what he had felt when we first met. In my case, I didn't have to tell him. As usual, my face had said it all.

"Really. I don't know what it was, but there was something special about you. It felt... Different."

"Lucy would call that the one feeling" I chuckle.

"The what?" 

"The feeling you get when you meet the right person. The one" I say, walking into the lift.

"Interesting… But you know," Rúben says, walking behind me and pressing our floor's number. "This lift isn't just important because we met here for the first time. It also is important because it brought us together again."

"Oh, please. Don't remind me of that day."

"It wasn’t that bad" Rúben says with that smirk of his.

"The beginning was really bad. The end, not so much" I say, mimicking his smile.

"That's what I thought. And here is the thing" he says, stopping the lift.

"Rúben, what are you doing?"

"Listen to me" he says, taking my hands on his. "You just said it yourself, that what I felt when I first met you was because you were the one. And it's the truth. You are my one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I had a list of things I wanted to tell you, but I’m too nervous and I've forgotten most of them, so I'll keep it simple" he says, letting go of my hands and getting on one knee. "Will you marry me?" 

"Rúben, I..." I mumble, watching him get a small box from his pocket and opening it, the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen inside it. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure or serious about anything in my life. So I'll ask again, here, on this lift that brought us together. Twice. Will you marry me?"

"Yes" I say, my voice shaking. "Yes, Rúben, I will marry you."

I barely give him any time to get up, throwing myself at him and kissing him. A kiss, that three years later, keeps feeling and being movie worth it.

"I love you" he whispers, his lips still on mine.

"I love you too" I reply.

"But before we keep making out, can I put this on your finger?" he says, showing me box.

"Yes, of course."

"I hope it fits" he chuckles. "Lucy said it was the right size."

"She knows?"

"She knows" he smiles. "And she was right. Perfect."

"Wow" I say, inspecting it closer. "It's beautiful, Rúben."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. Though not as much as I love you" I say, kissing him again.

"We should probably go home, don't you think?" he says. "Continue with the celebrations there."

"I like how that sounds. Very very much."

But the moment the lift's doors open on our floor...

"Congratulations!" our friends and families scream.

"What the..." I mutter, my heart on my throat. "What is this?"

"A surprise party to celebrate our engagement" Rúben says, hugging me from behind.

"So… they all knew?"

"Yep" he replies, kissing my neck.

"What if I had said no?"

"Oh, c'mon, that was impossible" Lucy says, coming to give a hug. "He is your one, remember?"

"He is, yes" I say, looking at him while Rodri and Ivan congratulate Rúben, a big smile on my face. "He is the one."

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[toasttt11]

adam

September 8, 2022

Julianna walked through the school library, passing by a lot of other students, She walked to the back of the library seeing the table she was looking for and walked over seeing a boy sitting there.

Julianna gently cleared her throat making the boys head snap up, “Are you Adam?” Julianna gently questioned.

“Yeah Hi! You must be Julia!” Adam smiled reaching his hand out to shake hers, Julianna smiled and shook his hand back and she was reminded of a soft puppy when she looked at Adam.

Julianna sat down on the chair next to him and pulled her backpack onto the table pulling out some of her supplies, “Is there something specific you would like to work on first?” Julianna had one of her teachers ask her to tutor one of their younger students.

“Math?” Adam hesitantly questioned looking at her for approval and she gave him a soft smile and nod.

Julianna started tutoring Adam for the next few hours and they got through everything and more.

“Thank you. I know that when hockey starts that i’ll be missing more classes and be busy all weekend and then the teacher can’t really help me catch up much.” Adam thanked her again, he knew that he needed some help in school especially with how much he will end up missing because of hockey.

“It’s no worries, i understand i missed my fair share of classes because of my sport.” Julianna smiled softly and packed up her backpack and then she noticed he said he was on hockey and then knew Luke would know him.

“Sport! What do you play?” Adam perked up looking incredibly interested as he turned his head to the side.

“I’m a gymnast.” Julianna smiled answering, she had really enjoyed the last few hours with Adam and she reminded him a lot of her younger brothers.

“That’s so cool! I want to go to one of the meets!” Adam smiled as he told her, he wants to see every sport at this university before he leaves.

“Well the first one is next week, i have your number now so i can text you the schedule.” Julianna offered as they both stood up and started walking away from the table.

“Would you? Thank you.” Adam smiled gratefully. Julianna smiled and nodded.

“Well i’ll see you on Friday?” Julianna looked at Adam for confirmation and Adam nodded smiling at her and waved bye.

Adam walked down the stairs of the outside of the library and he saw Luca in his car waiting for him, Adam walked over and hopped into the car.

“Hey bud, how did it go?” Luca clicked his phone off and gave Adam his attention.

“She is so nice! and she’s a gymnast it’s so cool!” Adam gushed absolutely adoring his tutor.

“I’m glad bud.” Luca patted his shoulder before starting the car.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

alicia

the way it worked with alicia was, someone was always trying to keep an eye on her. tom working from home on M, W, and F, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays their dad drove into the city to hang out with her. Annie offered to take Tuesdays off of their dad's plate--it was a long drive, and she had remote patients that day she could meet with from Tom's bedroom.

tom had a monitor into alicia's bedroom, like a baby monitor. annie found it to be wildly, electrically intrusive. alicia slept in every morning and so annie was already in her "office" working when alicia woke up and got dressed in full view of the camera. she knew alicia knew it was there, and one day, after a long call with a patient annie asked alicia how she masturbated with the camera there.

"well," alicia laughed. "i haven't yet."

"jesus, it has been weeks," annie said. "aren't you dying?"

"yes," alicia said. "i'm just a little nervous to try it."

"you are?"

"well, when i was with you i had a bunch of orgasms and then i had a stroke and fell into a coma. so what if that happens again the next time i cum?"

"alicia, you are i were really drunk and really coked up. it will be different."

"i don't know."

"jerk off, please," annie said. "look -- I will dial 9 and 1 on my phone and i'll be ready. but just go fucking cum."

alicia went obediently to her room. annie watched her touch herself tentatively on the monitor. she took so long that annie honestly tuned her out until she heard her breathing pick up, something like 30 minutes later. annie watched as alicia had an orgasm, and then sat there peacefully, and then started giggling.

"see?" annie said.

that night, tom texted annie. "LOL, thanks," he said. "Alicia won't stop jerking it now."

"hot," annie said. "are you jerking off while you watch her?"

"you're very intense," tom said. "would you want your brother to jerk off while watching you masturbate on a monitor? don't answer that, i know the answer is 'of course.'"

"of course," annie said. "i need new panties just imagining it."

"let me see," he said.

she sent him a picture of her soaked panties. he sent her a picture of his cock with the monitor visible in the background.

annie texted alicia. "does it turn you on knowing your brother can see you masturbating?"

"duh," alicia replied. "i'm imagining the live feed is being broadcast to everyone i know. my parents, friends, exes, teachers..."

"you get it," annie said. "as soon as i learned to be slutty i immediately regretted that so many people in my life never got to see my pussy."

"i find it hard to believe that anyone in your life hasn't seen your pussy," alicia said.

that night, in an attempt to connect with her mom, annie sent her a post-coital picture tom had taken. his cock is resting against annie's pussy and stomach, and his cum is all over her stomach and tits. "look at my boyfriend's cock," she said.

"it's very nice," her mom replied. "very big." she sent back a picture of herself blowing annie's dad -- the tip of his cock in her mouth, his cum running down her chin.

"so fucking hot," annie replied.

the next morning, her mom sent her a bathroom mirror nude. "sending this to your father so he'll wake up and fuck me," she said.

"he better do it," annie replied. 20 minutes later, her mom sent a video of herself riding him.

that afternoon was alice's weekly session. alice's voice had deteriorated further, but her neurologist believed it was temporary. alice spoke to annie via a text to speech app on her computer. alice typed very quickly, so it worked, but it was very strange. annie found herself very worried about alice, who seemed placid in a way that annie read as suicidal. after her session, annie called angel.

"i know what you mean," angel said as annie started to explain her worries. "we're monitoring the situation." annie thanked her and called julia.

julia's depression had leveled out, but not improved. she had very few patients and never left her parents' house. planning for the wedding had totally paused, jim quietly letting their friends know the save the date may no longer be valid. talking to her friend, annie could feel the old julia in there. she just needed someone to get it out of her.

someone also needed to take care of jim, annie thought, selfishly. she went to his apartment that afternoon and they fucked for a few hours. after, she played with his cum on her tits and asked if he'd gotten dirty with jenny since her visit.

jim told annie that she called him on facetime nude all the time, recently calling in panties and then, as soon as they were visible onscreen, said "oh, i'm so overdressed" and took them off. sometimes late at night she texted him "what are you up to?" with a picture of herself touching herself in bed, from her POV, all very tame but very hot. jim sent back videos of himself stroking his cock. annie loved scrolling through several instances of this happening and looking at jenny's responses. "fuck!" was the most common refrain, along with "i feel like a freak for saying you have a great cock but you have a great cock" and variations of the same.

they sent jenny several videos of their afternoon fuck. she responded with a "fuck!" and then a "i'm going to go make myself cum five times to this" and then later "annie makes me want to shave my pussy bald."

"don't do it," jim said. "i like the landing strip."

"do you like thinking about how it would move as you shoved your cock inside me?" she replied. "sorry, too far?"

"lol," he replied, "no, not too far."

"i mean watch," she said, and sent a video of herself slowly inserting a dildo, watching it progress as it slightly lifted the elevation of her pubic hair.

annie showered at jim's apartment and went over to tom's place. alicia was napping so she and tom had sex on the couch. they were done but still naked and messy when alicia woke up. she came around to the back of the couch and looked down at them, touching the back of tom's head affectionately while she looked at his wet cock. she was only wearing a pink pair of panties. "you two are so wonderful together," she said.

annie slept over that night, which she rarely did, but now that casey and robbie were always at her apartment she felt less drawn to being there. when she woke up in the morning, tom was already off to work, and their father had arrived to watch alicia. annie put on a t-shirt and panties before heading out to the living room.

alicia was in just a see-thru bra and a gray thong as she stood in the kitchen and chatted with her dad. annie talked for a bit and then announced her intention to shower before taking off her shirt. alicia's dad looked at annie's tits and said, "you two really do look a lot a like below the chin."

"i know, right?" alicia giggled. "every time i see her naked it's like looking in a mirror. this is her bra." annie looked at it. it was. she didn't remember leaving it there. "it's a great bra," her dad said.

when annie got out of the shower, she dried off and came out to the kitchen nude. alicia was bottomless. "annie, does your mom shave her pussy?" she asked.

"no," annie said.

"see?" alicia said. "it's a mom thing. my dad is wondering why my mom doesn't fully shave."

"i've always thought i'd still shave even after i have kids," annie said. "but i like your wife's bush."

"the last time she shaved was when she was pregnant," he said. "after that, she got sick of it."

"maybe i will too," annie said. "but i doubt it."

"you like my wife's bush?" he said. "you've seen it?"

"yeah, when she got out of the shower," annie said. she gestured at herself. "we're all very similar women, i guess."

"yeah, tom and i have the same type," he laughed.

alicia left for the shower, and when she closed the bathroom door, annie looked at jack. "wanna cum on me?" she offered.

"yes," he said. "but i will leave that to my son."

annie sighed. "okay, fine, be a good person."

he laughed.

[thepastdied]

Crimson Stains and Ribbons

bully!eddie Munson x fem!reader / third person oc(?)

Tried to use the name (Julia) as little as possible so it could feel more like an x reader.

Warnings: blood, mention of an oc’s name (not mine) a few times. Eddie is kinda a meanie. Eddie is kinda OOC a bit??

Summary: Eddie is jealous of Gareth's charming, cute, girly cousin that gets a lot of attention. He bullies her because he is a brat and assumes she's like a basic popular girl. Ends in fluff.

Word Count: 2,800

Request from @decadenttrashcookiehero .

Her dress swayed as she walked through the empty cafeteria with Gareth by her side. Eddie’s head perked up when he heard the heavy double doors slam shut, eyebrows raising at this familiar person. She was that new girl in his English class, always wearing cute dresses with a ribbon of a different color in her hair everyday. She was always smiling and talking with someone, especially the boys who were constantly scooting their chairs over to her and sweet talking her up.

“Hey guys- This is my cousin, Julia.” Gareth introduces her.

The rest of the group greeted her warmly and began to chat amongst themselves. Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the group all huddled together, feeling left out as they all laughed and the girl giggled. Yeah, of course she’d suck up all the attention.

She waved to him, awkwardly looking away when he only blankly looked at her, muttering his name and moving his eyes back down to his notebook.

He ignored her presence for the remainder of their hellfire meeting as she sat at the far corner of the stage, nose shoved into a book. And, as expected, everyone pulled her into another conversation when their meeting ended, him excluded (yet he didn’t even try to join in).

He groaned when she slid into the desk in front of him the next morning, hair splayed across her back and that stupid ribbon holding half of her hair up.

The teacher clapped her hands together to grab everyone’s attention.

“Alright, we will be in pairs for this short project. You should be able to finish it in a couple days.”

She walked up to each row, pointing to the students who will be partners.

The girl stiffened when the teacher pointed to her and then Eddie, hearing him loudly sigh. She definitely chose the wrong seat today.

She turned around, smiling shyly before offering a topic for their assignment only to get a stoic nod from him.

“Why don’t we just work on it this weeke-”

“No can do, got band practice with the boys.” He looked away from her, picking at his fingernails.

“We could just work on it at his house, and you can practice after?” She recommended as she began to pack her pencils into her rose printed case.

Eddie put his thumb to his chin, feigning deep thought.

"I guess so. Be there right after school. I'm sure you'd like to get this done as much as me." He slapped his hands on the desk and stood as the bell rang, ignoring the way her lips turned downwards.

"Oh and, uh- rosy? You can get the poster board."

"My name is Jul-"

"You can get the poster board." He blankly repeated, huffing when a student came over to your desk to ask if you wanted to go to lunch together.

“Wow.” He rolled his eyes, brushing past her and leaving the classroom.

She sat in Gareth's garage on an old milk crate, watching as her cousin went ape shit on his drum set. Her smile quickly disappeared when Eddie's van pulled up. The boys greeted him and he brightly greeted them back, walking past her as if she weren't there.

"uhm… Eddie? We should start now." She shifted on her feet and picked at a loose thread on her dress.

He sighed, showing that she was clearly wasting his time, before following her into Gareth's living room.

"So I started some research during lunch… got quite a lot done actu-"

"Then why am I here?" He scoffed as he crossed his legs on the coffee table.

She clenched her jaw, losing her patience at his attitude.

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” She slammed her notebook down, receiving an amused look from him.

“What? You mad that I’m not fawning over you like everyone else?” He snorted and grabbed the notebook and the pencil that was still in her hand, writing down some notes.

She glared at him, eyes scanning over his face and watching as he focused on whatever he was writing. He was right- she was mad that he didn't like her very much. She never did anything to make him act this way, and he was being a brat.

He stiffened when she scooted closer to him, her knee touching his thigh, as she leaned forward to look at what he was writing. Shockingly, he was doing the assignment, and over the course of the most awkward 10 minutes of silence he had written a bit.

“You like this creative writing class, huh?” She spoke. He only hummed in response, hand quickly writing across the paper and smudging the pencil lead in its path. He’s a lefty?

“Did you want me to leave this part to you then.. I could just start designing the pos-“

“You’re making me lose my train of thought, so- hush.” Eddie waved his hand at her as he looked through his eyelashes.

“Asshole..” She groaned and moved to sit on the floor as she started on the poster.

His eyes would flick over to her every once and a while. He almost started to feel bad, but would then remember that she’s probably just as stuck up as the popular kids that tortured him. Her kindness was probably fake… right?

An hour later after minimal small talk over the assignment, he got bored. He finished his part, which was basically more than half of the project since he got carried away, and started to bob his leg.

“Can you stop that?” She asked kindly, which pissed him off.

“Nope.” He began to move faster.

Eddie’s jaw dropped in shock when she slapped his knee playfully and laughed.

His heart clenched a bit and he cleared his throat, moving to look over her shoulder.

“You should redo that, it looks weird.” He pointed to a cutely designed diagram to the top right of the poster. It didn’t look dumb, but he just had to say something.

“R-really..?” She furrowed her eyebrows, a hurt expression on her face as she looked up at him, his curls brushing the side of her head.

He opened his mouth to make a cocky remark but instantly felt bad. The look she was giving him…

“Uh, no..just kidding. Rosy, give me your pencil case.” He avoided her eyes as he pointed to the case and began to grab some colored pencils out of it.

“Eddie, my name is not Rosy. Where did you even get that from?” She gave him an annoyed look.

He shrugged as he colored in some stuff, pointing to the rose print on her pencil case.

“Oh..”

She looked at his side profile and blushed.

"What? Can I help you?" He snapped at her.

"Wha- no.. No, sorry." She blinked a few times and shook her head.

His eyes narrowed at her and moved to her hair, pulling the ribbon out and dangling it in front of her face.

"Why do you even wear these things?" He flicked it at her face.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, missing when he grabbed the ribbon and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket.

"Eddie, why don't you stop paying so much attention to everything I do, hm?" She bit back at him, masking how hurt she was.

He didn't say anything for the rest of their remaining hour.

"It's almost 6, gonna go practice with the band now." Eddie stood up and stretched his hands above his head, not missing the way her eyes looked at his exposed skin.

She nodded as he brushed by her, knocking her pencil case off the table.

"Oops." He snickered at her before disappearing down the hall to the garage.

She wanted to grab every writing utensil she had and whip it at the back of his head, but decided to kill him with kindness instead.

After she made some lemonade she walked into the garage, sweetly handing it to the boys and giving Eddie the kindest smile she could muster up. He looked at it like it was poison, shaking his head and turning away- stopping abruptly when she placed a hand on his arm.

"But I made it for you.. Eddie." She batted her eyelashes at him.

He raised his eyebrows and gave her an amused smile.

"Awe.. all for me, hun? Too bad your effort was wasted." He grabbed the cup from her and set it down.

She pursed her lips and scowled up at him, crossing her arms across her chest and pouting when he laughed at her and turned away.

"Hey guys, me and Julia are gonna go skating tomorrow if you wanna come?" Gareth offered.

Her jaw dropped as she glared at her cousin, stomach twisting as Eddie mischievously smirked at her.

"You know, I would LOVE to go Gareth." He said as he packed his guitar away in its case.

Her lips turned down, suddenly wanting to come up with an excuse as to why she can't go.

"Great! I'll see you guys tomorrow around 1?"

The boys agreed in unison and Eddie walked toward her, reaching to grab a cord.

"I hope you don't think this is a date, Rosy. As fucking if." He whispered in her ear before pulling away, waving to the boys as he trotted to his van.

The entire ride to the roller skating rink was agonizing. She felt like she wanted to throw up, dreading the moment she would have to be around Eddie again. She drove as slow as she could, though that didn’t help. Eddie was already rolling his eyes the moment she walked in, Gareth's arm over her shoulders and laughing at something Jeff had said.

She took a deep breath before walking right up to him.

“You skated before, Eddie?” She asked sweetly.

He snorted at her.

“Plenty of times, have YOU skated before, Rosy?” He raised one eyebrow at her, watching a light blush creep across her face.

“Plenty.” She mumbled before going over to the roller skate counter.

She hung around Jeff most of the time. He’d never been skating before and she had offered to help him, slinging his arm around her shoulders to keep him steady. Eddie had come up behind her, ripping the now lilac bow from her hair and cackling when she almost lost your balance. She mouthed a “fuck you” as he smirked, skating backwards as he flipped her off.

“What’s his deal? Jeez.” Jeff mumbled, wobbling before steadying himself on her shoulder.

She shrugged as her eyes stayed on Eddie, watching as his hair flew around with each sharp turn he took, going up to younger kids and scaring the shit out of them.

She got distracted talking with Jeff, giggling at a story he told her of when Gareth got mad and stabbed his snare drum with his drumstick last summer.

“I never knew he could ever get so mad-“

Eddie came up behind her, knocking his skate behind hers and making her fall down. Jeff almost fell down with her but managed to catch her arm fast enough so her head didn’t hit the floor.

“Eddie!” She shrieked, wincing as her knee cracked against the hardwood floor.

He was doubled over as he laughed before he noticed some blood soaking through her dress where her knee was. His eyes widened as he gulped.

“Rosy-” He quickly skated up to her, bending down to pull her up.

“Stop fucking calling me that!” She roughly threw his arm away from her.

His heart ached when he saw tears in her eyes, glaring at him with hate as she held onto Jeff when he pulled her up.

“Why don’t you sit down.” Jeff softly said as she winced, motioning to the tables on the other side of the barrier.

“I wanna keep skat-”

“Woah woah, absolutely not.” Eddie interjected, stepping closer to her to grab her other arm.

“I’m sorry, do I need your permission?” She spat at him, voice laced with venom.

“I've never seen her be like this..” Gareth whispered to Jeff, which Eddie heard.

His lips turned down. He deserved it, he knew, she was giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Eddie noticed a small trail of blood dripping under the hem of her dress. He ignored her protests, waving off the boys as he pulled her off the rink and over to a secluded corner. She crossed her arms when he sat her down, huffing dramatically and looking away from him.

“You’re a real meanie, you know that?” She mumbled, head still turned from him.

She let him lift her leg and pull her dress just above her knee, settling it over his lap and grabbing napkins from the middle of the table to wipe away the blood. He cringed at the wound.

“You’re a really good skater.. thought you’d catch yourself..” He mumbled as he tied his bandana around her knee, blowing his hair from his face so he could peek at her face.

“Yeah, well not when someone purposely trips me!” She faced him, eyes sad.

“Why do you hate me so much, Munson?” Her voice was low as she watched his fingers play with the bandana.

“I don’t hate you.” He sighed.

“You make fun of my dresses.”

“Yeah well, I’m full of shit. They’re really cute-”

“And you always pull my ribbons out.”

“I’ve kept each one-”

“You refused the lemonade I made for you-”

“I took it home, Rosy.”

She looked at him with shock, eyebrows pinching in confusion.

“You’re really mean to me.” She flatly said.

“And I thought I actually liked you. You used to be kind of nice to me in our writing class.” Her voice was barely audible.

Eddie choked on his spit as his eyes widened at her.

“I.. fuck. Really?”

She didn’t respond.

“I guess I was trying to push aside a little crush that was forming…? I was drowning in denial. I mean, you get attention from so many people- why would I bother crushing over someone that wouldn’t return those feelings.” He ran a hand through hair hair, puffing out a breath of air.

“You’re more stupid than I thought.” She jeered.

“Ouch.” He nervously laughed.

She stared at him, eyes glazed over as he pulled the purple ribbon from his pocket.

“I’ll stop being a brat now, okay? I’m sorry. Really, I am.” He looked at her with those big brown eyes.

She wanted to stay mad at him but couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest. She chewed the inside of her lip as she looked back, trying to find any sincerity, and there was.

“A crush, huh?” She smirked, giggling at the way he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from her.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Eddie playfully dismissed her before grinning.

“I’ll give this back-” he held up the ribbon “when you let me take you on a date.”

“Pffft.. seriously? As fucking if..” She narrowed her eyes, mocking what he had said a day prior and hiding a smile as he pouted.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He nudged her shoulder playfully before moving her leg so he could take off his skates and stand up. “Anywhere you want, Princess.”

“Well, seeing how you stained my new dress, I don’t wanna walk around like this.” She pointed down to the bright crimson stain.

“I’ll buy you a new one. Let’s go.” He held out a hand and nudged his head toward the exit.

She looked at him in disbelief.

“Eddie, you don’t need to buy me a new dre-”

“I want to, you always look so cute in them.” He shyly smiled at her as he bent down and took her skates off. “Forgot about these.” He mumbled.

Eddie helped her stand, frowning when she winced as she put weight on her injured knee.

“Oh no.. looks like I have to carry you.” He grinned.

“Absolutely not!” She pushed his arms away when he went to swoop her up and struggled against his grip.

“Okay, either you let me carry you..or…” he looked into her eyes, faces only inches apart. “Or.. you let me kiss you.” He blurted out, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Her mouth fell open, heat spreading across her face and to her ears.

“Wha- what!? That’s..” She sputtered.

“You have about 5 seconds to decide or I’ll decide for you.” He mischievously grinned down at her.

She gaped, eyes shifting between his eyes and lips before he dipped his head down and deeply kissed her, pulling back with a loud smack sound. He softly smiled as he nudged his nose against hers before standing up straight.

“I choose both.” He nodded matter of factly.

Her eyes were wide in shock, unable to speak as he swooped her up.

“Your chariot awaits, Princess!”

“E-Eddie!” She smacked at his arm and wriggled around. “Our shoes!!”

[rueitae]

I've just come back into the fandom after a few years and I stumbled onto your player teacher au and I am Obsessed and in fact I love everything you've written but teacher player lives in my head rent free. And I just wanted you to know that.. have a good day 💜

Thank you so much. I meant to answer this a long time ago but the family got hit with colds.

From the bottom of my heart thank you. Teacher AU has a place in my heart forever. As a thanks, here’s a teaser for the direction I want to go with it:

“What?”

Twin shrieks in a distinct Boston accent echo through Player’s surround sound, so much so that the hacker winces and presses the hotkey on his keyboard to turn down the volume just a notch or five. Zack sounds utterly confused and Ivy carries the intense rage of a cat denied its morning meal.

Maybe Player should not have started out so bluntly.

“They have no idea who I am,” Player emphasizes to the team on the other end of the video call. Ashamedly, he briefly looks away. “At least, I don’t think they do. Otherwise they never would have let me leave, right?” he finishes with nervous laughter.

Immediately upon arriving home, he’d texted Carmen to organize a team meeting. Urgent. Then spent the next hour combing every square inch of his apartment, looking for bugged mics or cameras. Part of him worries his rudimentary skills in that department might have caused him to miss something. He wishes Carmen were here. In person.

There is a long, long sigh from Shadowsan’s section of the screen. The man closes his eyes tightly as if attempting to will away a headache. “My former colleagues have never been the kind to quit.” He opens his eyes and he looks already ten years older. Tired. “VILE has remained successfully hidden for eight centuries, until now. The Faculty will not be content to be known as the ones who saw its downfall.”

“Which is why this situation is perfect,” Player adds animatedly. He holds his hands in front of him, where they itch to do…something. Anything for those kids. For his team. To take down VILE for good before they can do any more harm. “VILE doesn’t know my face. They don’t even know I exist. I’m literally the perfect spy.”

A light cough takes Player’s attention to the other ACME agents on this call.

“Spies undergo years of intense training for dangerous situations such as this one,” Julia says carefully. She wears her business casual today rather than her ACME uniform. Not on official business, yet, Player supposes. She looks as if she’s at her desk at home.“I did not teach you any of it in your graduate classes.”

“We have enough simply knowing Tigress is there,” Devineaux adds. He attempts to casually lean over Julia’s shoulder. “Should we not just…go get them?” the agent shrugs his arms to the left as if ready to go get the keys and go to the car.

“I’m with Devineaux,” Ivy pipes up. The rage contained within her eyes looks as if a volcano is about to erupt. “VILE’s done enough. Let’s nab ‘em quick. Like you said, Player. They wouldn’t even know we’re coming.”

Player sighs, settling deeper into his chair, feeling defeated already that the team is not on his side. “Because it’s not just the academy students this time around. VILE’s starting them earlier. I’ll be teaching fourteen year olds. If I stay undercover, we can find out for sure who all from VILE is there, lure them into a trap for ACME, all without risking the students getting hurt.”

The call goes silent, then. Player wonders if the others can feel it too, the proverbial elephant in the room. The one person who hasn’t spoken yet is the one person who Player values the opinion of over all else. If Carmen shoots down this idea, then that’s it.

She sits in her mother’s office, Player can tell. The full set of her Russian nesting dolls is on the bookshelf behind her, along with several mother-daughter pictures, and one father-daughter picture. Carmen leans back in the chair, as if deep in thought. There are wrinkles under her eyes as well, looking far too tired. Player’s heart hurts for her. She doesn’t deserve this.

Finally, she looks him in the eye. “I don’t like this, Player.” It isn’t a firm answer, but it's an honest one. Her voice feels more like a plea, one for him not to convince her that this is their best option.

Player can’t oblige. “I don’t like it either, but it really is our best shot, Red. We’ve been given an in. We really can’t ignore it.”

“Jules is right,” Carmen comes back with. “You’re a hacker, Player. This is a whole different kind of spy work.”

“All I have to do is teach geography,” Player states clearly.

“For VILE,” Carmen states just as clearly. But her eyes quickly become overcast, building into a storm. “You’d be teaching for VILE.”

[elisysd]

Mean

Masterlist Cruel Summer

Julia's first day at kindergarten

Julia was three now and it was her first day of school. Unlike her dad, she was not feeling stressed out. She was happy to get to know new kids and make friends. Her mom had spent the day prior telling him stories about endless days spending colouring books, playing tag with other kids and laughing with them. She told her that she was going to have fun and Julia trusted her mom.

Charles, on the other hand, had spent the weeks prior Julia’s first day of kindergarten trying to persuade Lyanna that they didn’t have to put Julia there as soon as this year. If she was going to spent days playing, she could perfectly do it at home. Where she was carefully looked at and cared about. But Lyanna had not backed down, telling Charles that she also needed to take back her life as Lyanna and not as Lyanna the mother of Julia. She wanted nothing else but to have a spa day without feeling guilty because Julia was being watched by Pascale. She was not just a mom or a wife and sometimes Charles had a hard time understanding it.

But after a lot of arguing and reassurance, Lyanna had managed to get Charles to agree to let Julia start school that year. And it’s one hand in Charles’ and the other in Lyanna’s that Julia was on her way to kindergarten. She was starting school the same day as Ethan and needless to say she was not very happy. The parents had managed to not let their children interact more than necessary but were hoping that school would help them get along. After all, all they had was each other.

Inside the school, they were welcomed by a woman that would be the one that would take care of Julia for the year. As soon as Charles stepped into the classroom, he started to examine everything to make sure that it was safe.

“I’m sorry about my husband. He is stressed out and his daughter is everything to him so…”

“Don’t worry Mrs Leclerc, he is not the only anxious parent I’ve met.”

Lyanna flinched slightly to the mention of her surname. She hated when people were calling her Mrs Leclerc even if she understood that saying Michel-Leclerc was way too long. She had stopped correcting people a long time ago. But still, she was attached to the surname she had chosen before her wedding. Julia was following her dad as Lyanna was keeping on talking to the teacher.

“It’s a nice room, don’t you think? Have you seen all the toys? And the pens?”

Julia shrugged. As she was about to answer her dad, a woman came to them with two little girls that were looking exactly alike.

“Oh my god, Charles Leclerc! It’s so nice to meet you! Is this little thing your daughter? She is so cute.” The woman bent down to Julia’s height to touch her cheek with her perfectly manicured nail making Julia backed down with a disgusted look on her face.

“Yeah… this is our daughter with my wife that is right there. It’s her first day of school.”

“Oh you came with your wife? How cute.” Charles noted the disappointment in her voice and took Julia’s hand to go back to Lyanna making sure to brush her side and give her a light kiss in her hair. He hated when women flirted with him, knowing full well that he was married and happy. He still couldn’t help himself to mention Lyanna every chances he got during interviews. And it never failed to make her blush.

When finally it was time for them to say goodbye to Julia. Lyanna couldn’t help a few tears to run down her cheeks as she was hugging close her daughter and Charles, trying his best to stay strong, promised Julia to take her out later for ice cream.

As they were heading out, they came across Max, Kat and Ethan that were arriving to the school. Ethan was ahead, happy and excited to discover a new environment as his parents tried to keep up with him.

“So how does it feel to see your child growing up?” asked Max.

“Horrible. She is already three Max, soon enough she’ll have a boyfriend and she’ll leave the house.” Told him Lyanna, tears threating to escape again.

“She is not going to have a boyfriend before a very long time, love, don’t worry. I won’t allow it.”

“You are a fool if you think you will stop her from getting one. Your daughter can be a sneaky thing.”

Max and his family excused themselves soon enough and Lyanna and Charles made their way back home.

Julia was on her own, away from every other kids, playing with the cars in the boy’s corner. It was earning her weird looks from girls that did not understand why she would rather play with cars and not with dolls. Julia liked dolls, but she was having more fun with cars. It was making her dad happy whenever she was around them and she loved to make her dad happy. She didn’t see him as much as she would love to because of his work and the cars were a good way to feel close to him. And maybe if her dad was seeing that she loved the cars as much as him, then maybe he would decide to bring her and her mom with him to the races so they would not be separated.

She was so caught up in her own little world that she didn’t notice the blond boy that sat next to her and took some of the cars she was playing with. She didn’t bother to say anything, her mom had asked her to be nice with Ethan. And she intended to be. As long as he wasn’t mean with her, she would not be mean with him. She was a big girl now. And she wanted to show her parents that she was perfectly capable to be fine on her own. She wanted them to be proud of her. And if it would result in ice-cream later on, who was she to say no?

Miss Marie then gathered all the children and asked them to take a seat around the two big round tables that were in the room. She unconsciously sat next to Ethan, or Ethan sat next to her, she didn’t know. But still, he was next to her.

They were given a drawing that they had to colour without going beyond the lines. Julia was taking it very seriously, trying her best to follow what the teacher had said. And she was doing a pretty good job until Ethan nudged her side resulting of her making a huge red line from across the page. She shot him an angry look to which he replied with a grin. For anyone who was seeing Ethan for the first time, they could easily mistake him for an angel with his blonde hair and his blues eyes. But Julia knew that in reality he must have been born in hell.

She glanced at the teacher and saw that she was busy with other children, so she took the opportunity to stick her tongue out at him. Ethan, upset, then decided to scribble on her drawing. Not wanting to look like a little girl in distress, she did the same to him. It angered Ethan a lot. He took one of his pen and try to stab Julia’s hand. He had strength and the hit on her left hand hurt more than what she expected. It infuriated her a lot. She stood up and out of reflex, he did the same, but Julia was faster than him and throw her hands around his shoulders before biting one of them. Ethan yelp in pain and tried to get her off of him by pulling her hair to force her to let go. But Julia didn’t want to and sank her teeth deeper in his skin.  

In the Michel-Leclerc household, Charles was expecting from his day to worship his wife body, it had been too long. Sure their sex life was still pretty good but it had to be often quick since their little girl had the habit to call out to them or go into their room when they least expected it. So a long day in bed, with nothing but the naked skin of her wife against his was all he wanted for. He was not expecting to get a call from the school asking them to come there as soon as possible with Lyanna since there had been an incident with Julia.

He was expecting to see his daughter crying, maybe hurt, he was even ready to sue the school for child negligence if he had too, but he was not expecting to see Max and Kat in the headmaster’s office, along with Ethan. Julia and he were sat opposite of each other, shooting death glances. When what happened was explained, Charles and Lyanna couldn’t believe it and it’s without a world that they left the office, Julia’s hand in Lyanna’s. As they were about to live, Max intercepted Charles, furious.

“Ethan will probably have a scar because your daughter thinks she is a vampire and you leave without saying sorry?”

“Max, please…” tried to reason him Kat.

“It wouldn’t have happened if your son didn’t have anger management issues! But what should I expect, he is your son!” screamed Charles at him.

“Charles, we are outside, people are spying.”

“For all I care, let them know that Max’s son is the devil spawn! I don’t want to see him near my daughter ever again.”

“They are in the same class Charles and it’s the only school here, they will have to find ways to tolerate each other.” Told him Lyanna.

“I swear Max, if I see your son near my Julia, I’m going to put a restraining order against him.”

“Charles! They are three!” started to scream Lyanna making Julia cover her ears.

“Bring it on Leclerc! Come on, try something on my son or just say once again that he is not well-behaved and I assure you I’m not sending you in the gravel next time on track, it will be the wall.”

“Is that a threat Verstappen?”

“No. It’s promise.”

Kat stepped in between the two men, fearing that things could get out of hand. Lyanna was tugging on Charles’ hand trying to make him leave. Feeling the slight pressure applied by his wife on his hand, Charles sighed and turned his back from Max. He caught Julia scared look and felt guilty for a second. The last thing he wanted was to handle his daughter being scared. He took her in his arms and hand in hand with his wife they came back home.

They had sent their daughter in her room so they could have a talk and agree on how to process the situation.

“She bit him, Charles. I saw the mark; he was bleeding and he will probably have a scar. We have to punish her.” Said Lyanna.

“I know, love… But if we see the positive outcome of the situation, our daughter knows how to defend herself.”

“That’s not funny.”

Charles sighed and sat on a chair, taking his head between his hands.

“Where did we go wrong in her education?”

“I don’t know Charles. I really don’t know. She has never been like that around anyone. It’s just around Ethan… I know they never saw eye to eye but I really thought it would get better with time.”

“We can’t do anything about them. We just have to punish Julia and hope that Max will do the same with his kid. Can you be the bad cop? I really don’t want her to hate me.” Pleaded Charles.

“And it’s fine if she hates me? Nice Leclerc, very nice.”

“She could never hate you.”

“You’re lucky you leave tomorrow for the race and I don’t want you to feel guilty. I’m going to take her car toys away and the Ferrari attire. It will serve her right.”

“It’s the worst punishment you can give her, I think.”

When Julia saw her mom coming into her room, she knew she was not about to have a very nice time. Her mom had this disappointed look on her face that Julia was never getting.

“Are you angry at me mommy?”

“I’m very disappointed in you Julia. You know why, right?”

“It’s because I hurt Ethan. It’s him who started. He ruined my drawing mommy. I wanted to give it to you and daddy and he ruined it.”

“It’s not a reason to bite him, darling. You can’t do that to people, even if they are mean to you. You should have called Miss Marie to tell her that Ethan was being mean.”

“Is daddy angry?” she asked with a little voice, breaking Lyanna’s heart.

“He is not angry but he is also disappointed. I’m going to take your toys away, okay? Because you have not been nice and you have to understand that what you did was wrong.”

Julia nodded, understanding what Lyanna was saying. Lyanna left without a word, letting the little girl sitting on the floor of her room, looking outside the window. She soon felt a presence beside her. She looked at her dad who had a worried look on his face.

“Princess… I know it’s not nice to be punished but you understand why we did it, right?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You have to know that actions have consequences. Always. And how you behave reflects on our family. You are not any girl, princess; you are Julia Leclerc. Our name means something to people and we have to be careful about how we behave, okay. You are my smart girl; I know you will understand.”

“Do you still love me, daddy? And does mommy still love me too?”

“We love you princess. Forever and no matter what. We will never stop loving you.”

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[sammy-deserves-better]

Completely random headcanons made by me (a silly)

MK got banned from Club Penguin because she kept scamming people by promising to buy them memberships with their parents credit card info

Wayne and Raj broke a TV once by flinging Wii remotes into it during an intense game of Wii Sports Bowling

Julia did not go outside for 2 weeks after learning about Zayn leaving One Direction

Axel is completely oblivious to flirting at times, she also has accidental rizz (she explains how different tools work and girls think it’s hot)

Zee is super flexible and it freaks people out a lot

Chase once got to meet Jake Paul and he always mentions it in a conversation, always

Damien really got hooked onto Bill Nye the Science Guy during one ‘science’ class where the teacher just put on Bill Nye episodes

Ripper once tried to grow his hair into a mullet because he thought it was cool, immediately regretted it then shaved his entire head off because it was ‘cooler’

Priya only ever watched reality TV competition shows as a kid, never got to watch kids TV or anything like that UNLESS it was a competition show, but now she’s going back to watch a ton of classic childhood shows (and gets absolutely hooked on Power Rangers)

Millie can write super fast, but her handwriting is also kinda sloppy and a bit messy, she had to get one of those handwriting booklets as a kid and she never emotionally recovered

Caleb has watched every single episode of America’s Next Top Model because someone dared him to, he got attached to the show FAST

Nichelle is an amazing dancer, what she lacks in action skills (and skills in general), she makes up for with knowledge in so many different dance styles

Emma likes to go to a ton of different sports clubs, archery, basketball, trampolining, she thinks it’s a great way to get her worries out the way and enjoy herself

Scary Girl is an expert in dying people’s hair and is amazing at make-up, unfortunately nobody ever really wants her to do their hair and make up because well, they’re terrified of her (she loves that they’re scared)

Bowie has a secret soft spot for baking, if he has a bad day he’ll usually try and make himself something nice, and he loves to bake with Raj, even though when Raj tries to help the kitchen ends up a mess

[intertexts-moving]

while i'm talking abt ff8 i will say one of my absolute favorite parts of its story is the way all the main characters are just... kids trying so fucking hard to be adults and being so bad at it. because of course they've grown up in a world at war & they're all a very specific subset of people being trained to be weapons. quistis being a professional mercenary at fifteen & a teacher at 17& then immediately getting her teacher's license canceled because she wasn't good at it. squalls whole lone wolf cool tough miserable isolated kid schtick. irvine being like ohhh im a sharpshooter... im a womanizer... no!! u are seventeen & trying so hard to be a specific type of guy. rinoa's everything. selphie is maybe the closest to acting her age but even that's forced & a trauma reaction. seifer literally doing the thing because he was an angry directionless kid who wanted to be powerful and respected and an authority. & there are real whole adult characters (laguna & co, cid, ellone, julia, even edea, etc.) who DO act differently from the kids in a way that hammers down the intentionality of that difference. and also zell is there. but even then it's notable that his mom is like. the only sympathetic parent we meet in the whole game!!!!

[krejong]

My sibling names Tatort/Polizeiruf characters

AN: My sibling does not speak German so these are largely Belgian names. Most of them fit surprisingly well though imho.

Name: Koen

Additional Comment: He looks like he drives a box bike.

(Peter Faber - Tatort Dortmund)

2. Name: Dimitri. People would call him Dimi.

Additional Comment: He looks so tired. Like he was a school principal in a previous life.

(Alexander "Sascha" Bukow - Polizeiruf Rostock)

3. Name: Wilma.

Additional Comment: She kind of looks like a Saartje but that sounds too young so I’m calling her Wilma (?) Wilma sounds more troubled, I think it fits her.

4. Name: Stef, short for Stefan.

Additional Comment: He is very old. 

(Julia Grosz & Thorsten Falke - Tatort Hamburg & Umg.)

5. Name: Thomas.

Additional Comment: He looks like he comes from Antwerp (it’s the puffer jacket). Also his jawline is too buff for a more "twinky" name.

(Kalli Hammermann - Tatort München)

6. Name: Frank.

Additional Comment: In the left picture he looks like a mix of young and old Frank Deboosere.

7. Name: Marcel.

Additional Comment: He’s the kind of guy you’d meet in some café in the Dansaert quarter in the eighties going for drinks with his mates. Love the curls.

(Ivo Batic & Franz Leitmayr - Tatort München)

8. Name: Leo, short for Leonard.

Additional Comment: He looks like my philosophy teacher but not depressed.

(Felix Stark - Tatort Berlin)

9. Name: Camille.

Additional Comment: She looks like she shops in the Avenue Louise and comes from a good catholic family but also makes her own money. The blazer does a lot to give her that image, I think.

(Johanna Stern - Tatort Ludwigshafen)

10. Name: Daniela.

Additional Comment: She looks like professor Trelawney. I think she'd be a history teacher who makes pottery on the weekends.

(Bibi Fellner - Tatort Wien)