#this is about all my f/os though i think they should fight for my hand in marriage (they're all going to win anyway) but wowie. that deli

[lovinggreeniehours]

okay i lied in the other post my real toxic trait is that i think my f/os should fight over me. i think i deserve boys fighting tooth and nail to kiss me first 🥰

[nerdstreak]

It's late af rn cause I just woke up(so excuse my weirdness) but idc I'm grabbing your shoulders and looking you in the eyes even though I'm no doubt shorter than you

Hannah you're an absolutely amazing person, I love your content and you as a whole. You're an amazing friend and I'd kill for you. Selfshipping is so fun but I understand how it can suck seeing an f/o you're uncomfortable sharing be part of someone's commission thing. Wondering if they hate you from afar.

Well guess what!!! Everyone hates people for dumb or stupid reasons!!! And we'll never have everyone love us and that's okay!!! Because we have other important people in our lives!!! One hater doesn't even live up to HALF of a friend who supports you. Put yourself in there shoes too!! Would you hate them for being with your f/o? Probably not! Block and move on, wish them the best and then disappear forever!! People aren't always malicious or mean and the ones who are like that are assholes!!!!!

You're amazing Hannah!!! Absolutely amazing!!! Your f/os love the shit outta you!!! They all are thinking about you and want to kiss you as you speak!!! Cassidy? Misses your voice. Luigi? Misses the way your hands felt in his. Wheatley? Misses how your eyes would look whenever he'd be rambling about something or other. They all love you!!! YOU!!! I'll fight to the death to prove it!!! Love yourself, you're a genuine amazing and lovely human being and you should be treating yourself and your accomplishments nicely!!!!

thank u lexi!! trust me i dont mind this message at all lol dw with your second ask

but this means a lot ty 🥺🥺🥺 ur kind messages and tags always brighten my day, this was nice to wake up to before i had to go to an interview, everything seems to be working out so im feeling better!

[theoreticslut]

The Truth that You Deny // Part 2

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

word count: 2, 442

warnings: drinking?? nothing much more than that

A/N: here’s part 2!! I’m so glad you guys are liking this so far :) I haven’t written in a while so it makes me so happy to see people still like it a bit. anyways, i still have a few more parts to this so let me know if you’re liking it and if you’d like to be added to a taglist for it.  

taglist - @justmesadgirl @xuckduck @yikesyikesyikes95 @filipi-yes @aestheticwh0r3 @siredkai

you can find part 1 here!

The next couple weeks are more than awkward between the three of you and everyone is starting to pick up on it, but none of them dare ask anything in fear it’ll make whatever is going on worse.

Truthfully, the twins were still acting like themselves around everyone - they were laughing and joking and just as vibrant as they had been before - but it was how silent you had become that created the tension amongst everyone. It was like you to be quieter than the rest of your group of friends, but you had never been as disconnected from the group as you have been lately.

Granted, you were stuck inside your own head analyzing your thoughts and emotions towards the twins and trying to figure out if you did like them or not. Deep down you know the answer, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself yet because once you do that unleashes a whole new set of problems.

“Y/n!” Lee nearly shouts, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“What, Lee?!” You snap a bit, not knowing why he’s raised his voice to you.

“Have you heard anything we just said?” He asks, the rest of your friends looking at you.

You stare back at him and then look around the group for any kind of clue yet you find none.

“N-no. I guess not.” You sigh.

“I’m sorry. What were you guys talking about?” You ask, glancing over everyone but settling your attention on Stephanie.

“There’s a party tonight and we wanted to check and see what everyone thought about it.” Fred says as you turn your attention towards him.

“What about it?” You ask, not sure what they’re looking for.

“Like if you wanted to go? If so, when you wanted to go, et cetra”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. I’d like to go. Who’s throwing it?”

“Ravenclaws.”

“Okay. Uh, yeah. I’ll be there.” You say, giving a small smile to try to give the illusion that you’re totally not lost inside your own head.

He nods and looks back around the group to get everyone’s final opinion.

~.~

“Hey, beautiful. How are you doing?” Steph asks as she walks into your dorm.

“Fine. I’m just trying to get ready for the party. What do you think of that dress on the bed there?”

“The white one?”

“Yeah. Do you think it’ll be too much?”

“I don’t think so. If it is then at least you know you’re the best dressed, yeah?”

“I guess so.” You chuckle as you finish applying your lashes.

“Look, y/n, I don’t know if this is really the cause of why you’ve been acting so disconnected lately....but I’m sorry for pushing you about liking Fred and George. I...It’s none of my business and I should have stayed out of it.” Steph apologizes as she sits down on your bed, wringing her hands together.

“No, you were right. I mean you shouldn’t have pushed it so hard, but I...well, I do like them. I didn’t want to admit it to myself because it just makes everything more difficult, but you were right.” You sigh, walking over to sit next to her.

“I’m still sorry. It was none of my business, but what are you going to do now that you admitted it?”

You sit there for a minute thinking about it before you reply.

“Get plastered tonight and hopefully forget about all of it. You?”

“Maybe not get plastered, but get drunk and just have fun.” She laughs.

~.~

“You ready? Everyone else is already inside.” Steph asks as you both click your way to the ravenclaw house entrance.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You smile as she gives the password to enter.

Once you do, you’re immediately encompassed by the sound of loud music and overlapping chatter broken apart by a few shouts from one person to another across the room. Besides the sheer volume of the room, you’re also hit by the smell of sweaty bodies, much too strong perfumes and cologne that have muddled together into one scent, and various different alcohols.

“Girl! Ugh, You look amazing.” Some 5th year hufflepuff girl compliments as you start to make your way through the room in search of the alcohol.

“Thanks. You too, beautiful!” You smile, admiring her pale yellow velvet bodycon she’s wearing with nude/clear wedges.

“Where can I find the alcohol?” You ask and nod as she points off into the room.

~.~

After a handful of shots taken with a few people hanging around the alcohol table, you find yourself dancing carefree. You honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve just let yourself go and have fun without worrying about the consequences or something else that you should be doing. You’re having an absolute banging time and are thoroughly enjoying yourself for once, which is being noticed by two of your friends across the room.

“Y/n seems to be having a lot of fun tonight.” George points out to his brother as they hang out on the outskirts of a crowd, Fred dancing along with them.

“Yeah, it does. It’s nice to see. It’s not like her to be so down like she has been.” Fred replies.

“I know. I’ve been wondering what’s on her mind. You don’t think we upset her do you?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. We pushed her, but I think whatever it was she’s been thinking about had been on her mind long before that.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right. I’m just glad to see she’s finally getting out of it.” George trails off as Fred nods in agreement, still dancing.

“She looks real nice tonight.” George points out.

“Yeah. She does.” Fred smiles, watching you as you dance with some 4th year ravenclaws and some of their friends both in their year from other houses as well as higher years they’ve met through older ravenclaw friends.

Neither of them could help but look you up and down multiple times throughout the night. You wore a bright white bodycon dress that falls just above the middle of your thighs. That alone is sexy enough, but you had to go even further in getting a dress that had a bit of a slit on the right side that was outlined with a string of crystals that hang over your thigh. Throughout the night, anyone could have found both Fred and George seeming to stare at your thighs, but really they were just in awe with the way the light caught the crystals as you moved. On top of that you wore nude heels that seemed to elongate your already gorgeous legs. Not to mention your makeup. You didn’t wear it often, but in the name of Merlin, you sure knew how to.

As the night progresses, you continue drinking anything and everything you can find that tastes decent enough. As you told Steph, you wanted to forget everything you’ve been thinking about for the last two weeks, and you were almost there.

Way too many drinks ago you found yourself starting to slur, yet you kept on drinking. You’ve started to get wobbly on your feet yet you’ve continued drinking. You’re honestly not sure if you even remember your name or where you are anymore, yet you’re stumbling your way to the alcohol table to get yet another drink.

“Having fun?” You hear someone ask.

You try to turn toward them, but the problem is you’re not quite sure which direction their voice came from.

Eventually you find two...wait four...nope, two red heads behind you.

“Y/n, are you having fun?” The other one asks and you nod even though their words have yet to fully register in your head.

“Y-yeah.” You hiccup. “Lots.”

“What in merlins name? Y/n...are you drunk?” Fred asks, watching as you sway in your spot which he’s positive you aren’t purposely doing.

“Drunk? Not even cl-ose.”

“For merlin’s sake, y/n.” George frowns, catching you as you start to lean too far forward.

“I don’t think we should let her drink anymore, Fred.” George says, taking your cup from you and setting it on the table behind you guys.

“No. No, we shouldn’t. In fact we should probably get her back to her dorm.”

“And how do you plan on doing that without getting caught? I don’t think y/n here is going to be very quiet.” George says as you’re rambling to yourself about one of the songs that just played.

“Uhm, I don’t know? Maybe we could cast muffliato around us?”

“It’s worth a shot.” George says as he picks you up bridal style instead of trying to guide you through the halls.

“Hey! I can walk myself.” You say, awfully slurred, as you try to work your way out of his arms.

He doesn’t budge, counteracting each of your movements and keeping you in his grip. Watching you try to stand still just now proves to him that there is no way to get you back to the gryffindor common room with you walking.

“Hey, you’re strong.” You say in regards to him fighting you and still holding you. “I don’t like it.”

George chuckles and shakes his head at you. You’ve never been drunk around them before, and not surprisingly they find it quite adorable. Sure you guys have had drinks together before, but you’ve never gotten drunk drunk.

“Alright, are you ready to go?” Fred asks having cast the spell.

“As ready as we can be.”

“Okay, well then let’s head out. Here’s hoping the charm works.”

“Your charm works.” You giggle as you wink at him.

He chuckles and shakes his head. Never in a million years did he expect y/n y/l/n to be a flirty drunk.

“Well, I know. Thank you.” Fred smiles, joking around.

“Welcome” you hiccup, following it with a burst of giggles.

“I don’t think drunk y/n knows how to be quiet.” George laughs. it’s such a contrast to your normal personality that he can’t help but laugh.

Normally you were pretty quiet. You knew how to speak up when needed, and were often quick to, but you were quiet the majority of the time. That’s not saying that you were insecure or scared, but that you knew how to listen. It’s impossible to count the amount of times the twins have come to you with one problem or another for you to listen and help them figure out a solution. They adored you for it and that’s part of the reason you three became such close friends. You were a voice of reason to their chaotic energies and in turn they were just the right amount of wild to get you out of your comfort zone.

The twins knew pretty early on into your friendship that you were more to them than just some casual friend. Hence why you’ve been over to the burrow at least twice a year since your second year of school. They loved having you around and when you weren’t, they could feel that something was missing.

They both loved you, even though neither of them were quite aware of that fact.

“We’re almost there.” Fred whispers. George nods, adjusting the way you’ve settled into his arms.

Even though you’re beyond drunk, George can’t help but admire the way you’ve curled into him. You’ve somehow twisted just enough that you’re facing him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Okay, we’re here.” Fred says.

“Where? Are we at another party?” You ask, really wanting to get another drink.

Fred whispers the password to the portrait so they can get inside and, hopefully, up to her dorm.

“Party?” You ask, frowning as you enter your common room to find complete silence.

“No more parties, unless you wanna have a slumber party. Alright?” Fred tells you as him and George make their way up to your room.

“Is there alcohol?” You ask, stumbling as George finally sets you down inside your room.

“Not anymore. C’mon let’s get you to your bed.” George says, leading you towards your bed.

“But I need another drink. Wanna forget.” You mumble as you fall into your bed.

Both the boys stop, looking at each other confused before looking back at you.

“Forget? What do you wanna forget, love?” Fred asks as he starts taking off your one shoe as George works on the other.

“Thoughts.” You yawn, trying to curl up onto your side but George is still working on getting your shoe off so he keeps you from turning.

“What kind of thoughts?” George asks, finally getting the buckle part undone so he can slide off your shoe.

“Boys I like.” You mumble, finally able to curl up on your side.

Even though you’d deny it if directly asked, you were beyond tired and the twins knew it. If they ever wanted to figure out who you had gone so quiet over, they’d have to keep you talking.

“Can you tell us about them?” Fred asks, looking over at you as you shiver a bit.

It’s honestly no wonder given it’s nearing the middle of winter and you were wearing this. Neither of the twins could say that you didn’t look stunning, but it really wasn’t that hard to believe that you’d be cold. Nonetheless, Fred helps you to get under the covers.

“Hmm?”

“Can you tell us about the guys you like? They’ve got to be mighty special if you go silent over them for a whole two weeks.”

You smile as you think about them, not realizing that they’re the ones with you right now.

“They’re my best friends.” You mumble, smiling dreamily as you’re half asleep.

Fred looks over to George who is looking over at him. Both had the same thought run through their head - us?!

“They’re funny....and brilliant....absolutely adorable....they’re kind.” You continue mumbling as both of the boys watch you, a warmth igniting in their chest. While they couldn’t place exactly what the sensation was, it hadn’t been the first time they’ve felt it when thinking about you.

“Yeah?” George asks, smiling happily at you.

���Yeah,” You hum. “I love when they’re around and just thinking about them makes me happy, but they’re my best friends....and I don’t want to screw anything up between us, but I think I really love them.”

“You do, hmm?” Fred asks, not able to help a smug smirk play on his lips even though this admission overjoys him.

“She’s talking about us, isn’t she Fred?” George asks, smiling at the thought.

“Yeah, George. I believe she is,” he smiles, looking over your sleeping form. “She won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”

[cherrypieships]

the amusement park: chapter one

A/N: Hi all! This is my first fic posted here on my self ship blog! I’m really proud of this story, it’s gonna be a two-parter.

Ship: davey jacobs x pepper simmons (s/i), featuring my best friend V and my gf Khourey and their respective f/os, race higgins and jack kelly!

Summary: Some of the newsies head to Canobie lake's haunted house/amusement park. Pepper and Davey are the only non-couple.

The backseat of Race’s mom’s minivan was one of the last places Pepper wanted to be at 7 o’clock on a Friday morning. Yet here she was, awaiting their arrival to Canobie Lake Park’s annual Screemfest as she got crammed in next to Davey Jacobs.

Not that she disliked Davey. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Pepper liked Davey a whole lot. And that was exactly the problem. Here she was, in such close proximity to him that their knees knocked together every time Violet hit a pothole, harbouring a gigantic crush on her best friend. And everyone in the car knew beside him. And they were totally fifth- and sixth-wheeling on this trip.

It was fine.

Besides, Pepper was willing to endure a few hours pining quietly if it meant she could go on some sick roller coasters. So she sucked it up and tucked quietly into her seat.

Mickey turned around from the middle row and handed Pepper a piece of her chocolate croissant. “You cold back there?” She asked, wild red curls framing her face as she spoke.

After popping the pastry into her mouth, Pepper shrugged. “I’m fucking always cold.”

Jack tugged his hat up from where it rested over his eyes. “That is a fair point, she is always cold.” He said pointedly, and yelped when Pepper flicked the back of his head.

“I have poor circulation, dickhead.” She whined.

Race snickered from the passenger seat. “Good thing my dickhead doesn’t have poor circulation.” He quipped.

Though Pepper couldn’t see it, she could feel Violet rolling their eyes at their boyfriend. “I’m gonna file for divorce, Race.” They picked up their coffee and took a brief sip. “And I’m taking the kids.”

Beside her, Davey was digging around in the duffel bag he’d brought for the ride. He’d described it to Pepper as a ‘Minor Catastrophe Bag’, with a tiny first aid kit, nail clippers, some snacks, ibuprofen, pads, and a pair of tweezers. As much as she would have loved to gently bully him for being such a mother hen, she knew she’d be thanking him later through an inevitable headache. He straightened, finally, and emerged with a sweater. “Um, if you’re really cold,” He held it out to her. “You can wear this. It’s my backup but I’m pretty warm.” He said.

Pepper took the sweater in both hands with a gentle smile, trying to ignore the soft brush of his fingertips against hers. “You sure?” As much as she would love to immediately engulf herself in his clothes, it was Mid-October and she didn’t want to steal Davey’s source of warmth from him.

Like usual, he waved off her gentle concern. “I have my jacket and I’m wearing layers.” He explained, pushing the sweater towards her.

She took it in her hands, hoping and praying that the heat in her face wasn’t visible. “If you insist.” The teasing was playful, as it always had been. Their friendship had existed for years, the product of a few friend groups merging and discovering that they fit like puzzle pieces. Davey always gave up his cherry Starbursts to Pepper because they were her favorite. Pepper let Davey borrow her favorite poetry books. They spent summers at the pool together. Had napped, cried, laughed, celebrated together for what seemed like forever.

So why did wearing his clothes make her so much more flustered than anything before?

She slid the sweater on, enveloping herself in his scent- oh Christ she was dying- and did actually feel much better. Even though the dark blue didn’t exactly match her outfit.

Davey smiled at her. “When will you learn to dress for the weather?” He admonished gently.

“That’s why I keep you around.” Pepper said, rather than admitting that she was just forgetful and liked her outfit too much.

“Davey’s new occupation: Pepper’s coat rack.” Violet chimed in, handing their phone to Race to switch the song that was playing.

Davey sighed. “I’m really putting that college education to good use.”

The rest of the car ride went by relatively quickly, much to Pepper’s delight. They hopped out into the cool autumn air, cracked their cramped joints, and headed into the park. Davey thankfully left most of his supplies in the trunk of the minivan (save for the ibuprofen he’d managed to sneak into Pepper’s purse just in case), so they’d made it through security and into the place without much fuss as well.

Jack, ever the natural born leader of the bunch, snagged a map and immediately started planning their route for the day. He unfurled it in front of the group and, as Mickey curled into his side, eyed the pathways and rollercoasters thoughtfully. “So do you guys wanna start at the front and work our way back? Or the other way around?”

There was a beat of silence as everyone worked the thought over. “We should just head towards the back, I think everyone’s gotta start testing the rides first anyway.” Mickey piped up first.

Davey nodded. “Gives us more time.” He added.

They made the trek towards the back of the park, Mickey and Jack leading with the map.

Race sidled up beside Pepper and hip-checked her. “You been to these haunted houses before?” He asked, making reference to the night-time festivities. Once the sun set, the park released creepily-costumed actors to scare those who stayed, and previously blocked-off areas were transformed into small haunted houses. Truthfully, Pepper had never been to any haunted house, let alone ones set up at an amusement park.

So, she shook her head. “It’s my first haunted house, actually.” Something she’d confided in Mickey and Vi about.

Race feigned a gasp. “Well ain’t this a hell of a place to start!” He elbowed her, and she returned the gesture, their own weird little handshake.

“Are you serious?” Davey asked, his own elbow catching her shoulder, fucking ow, he’s bony.

Pepper nodded. “I was too scared when I was a kid, and then when I stopped being a baby, all that stuff with my mom happened, so I just never went.”

Davey hummed in acknowledgement, evidently eager to skip past the whole ‘my-mom-is-ill’ conversation. “Ah, well. If you need a buddy, I’m sure we’ll be left alone. Together.” He said, his head tilting to their friends, who had once again broken off into couples, leaving them to their own devices.

Shoving the impending smile down, she nodded. “I’m sure we will.”

“Well, we have a good, um,” He checked the watch on his wrist (the one with the brown leather strap that he wore with every outfit, even if Pepper told him it didn’t match, or that it was too clunky.) “Like, ten hours before we need to even think about that.”

She crumpled into a fit of giggles. “Perfect. I’m sure we’ll spend that time wisely.” She swatted his arm as he shoved his watch in front of her face.

---

They did not.

Six and a half hours later, the group stood in line at one of the concession stands, staring at the menu and nodding to the song playing in the background; some mid-2010s Kesha track that was making Vi go absolutely crazy.

Jack squinted at the chalkboard. “They don’t even have chicken tenders here?” He nudged Race. “They don’t even have chicken tenders here.”

Race nodded slowly, also squinting. Pepper wondered, briefly, if the pair needed glasses or if they were just trying to look contemplative. “Mickey’s gonna call it homophobic, you know.” He said.

“It is!” Mickey called dutifully from the table they had snagged for the gang to inevitably sit at. “I’ll take some cheese fries though!” To which Jack nodded and stepped up to the worker behind the plexiglass, beginning to list off the group’s orders.

Vi’s voice floated through Pepper’s ears. “Oh what a shame that you came here with someone,” they approached her, eyes closed and hands up by their shoulders as they got all the way into their performance. “My god, if they have candy apples at a stall somewhere, I’m gonna go buckwild.” They said suddenly, snapping out of their trance to stare at Pepper expectantly.

Before she could say anything, though, Davey stole the words from her mouth. “You are allergic to apples, V.” He chided, maybe more kindly than Pepper would have put it, but she was willing to overlook it for the sake of the way a small smile pulled at his mouth.

Violet dropped their hands. “Only a little bit.” They argued.

“A little bit allergic.” Davey repeated, and Pepper pressed her lips together firmly to fight off the grin at the exasperation in his voice.

“To apples, yes.” They nodded, and, evidently done with arguing, turned to keep Mickey company at the table.

Davey turned to Pepper, disbelief crossing his features. “Can you believe-”

“Yes.” She cut him off. “Yes I absolutely can believe it.” Pepper said, digging through her memory of the times V had pulled some similar shit; eating eleven mozzarella sticks despite their lactose intolerance, buying a Panic! At The Disco vinyl despite wanting Brendon Urie dead, and spending $40 on a Funko Pop figure of Spiderman Noir for no real reason other than some guy at a convention told them to.

Jack turned to his friends. “Okay I did the ordering, someone else has to do the collecting.” He announced, shoving the receipt with the order number on it towards Davey, who had inadvertently become Second In Command. Then, with a signature Jack Kelly Smug Smile, he stalked off to where V and Mickey were seated, Race following behind.

Great, Pepper thought, another conveniently timed moment alone with Davey. Briefly, she wondered if her friends had planned this ahead of time, and then she came to her senses and realized that yes, of course they had. Those conniving little weasels had been conspiring to get Davey to like her since senior prom.

She still remembered the way Mickey had shoved Davey at her when a slow song came on that night. Work Song by Hozier had drifted over the speakers, and V’s elbow caught her in the ribs as they growled a furious “Dance with him or I’ll fucking kill you.” and skipped off to sway with Racer. Pepper had stood on the dance floor, gaping as she watched Jack wink at Vi. Those two never got along about anything.

Davey’s hand had entered her field of vision, skin almost glowing under the light of the mirrorball. He’d smiled sheepishly, admitted that this was one of his favorite songs, and asked if she’d like to share a dance.

The strange thing was, she didn’t actually like Davey before that. At least she thought she didn’t. It wasn’t until she was cradled close to his chest, breathing in the smell of his soap and some soft, powdery cologne he frequented, that she found her heart pounding and her palms going clammy. And when he’d started humming against her hair, one hand in hers and the other around her waist, she knew she was absolutely fucked.

She’d started thinking about it and, yeah, it made sense to want to be with Davey. Handsome Davey, who sometimes made her laugh until soda came out her nose, and whose affinity for children’s cartoons made him the ideal conversation partner. Three years later, she was still in love with him.

And it was all her stupid, evil friends’ faults.

Back in the present, Davey tucked his hands in his pockets, his lips twisting as he lost himself in thought. “We’re gonna have so much shit to carry.” He murmured, exasperated at being the ones left behind.

“We sure are. At least you and Jack ordered drinks, so that’s more stuff to spill.” She twisted a long strand of hair around her finger.

Davey scoffed good-naturedly. “Yeah well you made me leave my water bottle in the car so I needed to be hydrated somehow.”

Pepper kicked at his shin with the toe of her sneaker. “And a caramel hot chocolate is the best way to stay hydrated?” She grinned up at him, watching him tuck the receipt into his back pocket and start moving for the pick-up window as the drink in question was called out.

He hummed in assent. “You bet it is.” He picked up the paper cup, taking a short sip and licking at his bottom lip. Pepper ignored the urge to run her thumb across it.

She must have been staring, because after a second, Davey held the cup out towards her. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. She loved chocolate and caramel, and always ran cold. He knew there was no way she’d have turned down a sip if he’d offered, so he must have decided to save his breath. She took the cup in her hands, the warmth emanating from it seeping pleasingly into her palms, and took a sip as well, subconsciously hoping to taste more than the drink. She licked her lips.

Davey watched her intently. He opened his mouth, ready to say something to her, when the order bell rang out. “Order sixty-nine!” The college girl behind the counter announced.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Race cackled from the table. V leaned into him, trying to hide their own laughter as Mickey gave him a high-five.

Pepper sighed, she should’ve known that would be their luck. The pair of them moved forward, Davey pushing in front of her to grab the tray before she could even reach for it. “I got it.” He mumbled, holding onto the plastic tray like a nervous Disney-Channel-Original-Movie teenager. “Grab the drinks, don’t worry about it.” And then he smiled up at her, a closed-lipped little smile that made her heart race as she picked up Jack’s orange soda.

Behind her, someone clicked their tongue. Pepper turned, making immediate eye contact with an older lady with greying black hair and soft folds in her skin, who gave her a knowing smile. “And they say chivalry is dead. You got yourself a sweet one, honey.” She said, then winked.

Pepper’s jaw went slack trying to think of a response. She turned back to Davey, whose eyebrows were so far up his face that they were basically in his hairline. “Oh God,” he said simply, “Um, thank you, ma’am.”

The woman laughed softly, leaned over and patted Pepper’s shoulder as if she knew something Pepper didn’t, and then disappeared into the line to order food.

There was a long, silent moment, where Pepper was racking her brain, searching every corner for something to say that would shift the air, move the mood from awkward to playful with a joke of some sort. She looked at him again, and he was staring at her, unblinking. There was a funny look on his face- regret maybe- his eyebrows low and his eyes a little soft. She wondered, distantly, if he was realizing that she was in love with him; if it was a look of pity-

“Hurry up with my goddamn cheese fries!” Mickey yelled, their hunger obviously taking control over their inhibition.

Without a second thought, Pepper turned on her heel and walked to where their friends were, leaving Davey and the unnerving encounter behind.

[rosesloveletters]

I am going to gush about Jacob some more, so if you are not here for that, then please ignore this post. This post also contains spoilers for The Brothers Grimm (2005). Onwards:

I have found that I have the best relationships with F/Os whom I share an immediate connection with; within two whole minutes of Jacob’s initial screen-time, I knew. It did not take long for us to single each other out and form a connection. He is the only F/O I have who is similar to me in the simplest of terms. He is a writer, he is sensitive, he is adventurous, he is wise. He is also resourceful and full of ambition and zeal. 

He is the only F/O of mine who wears glasses without it being a trope or fetishized; never once does his canon mention anything about him being vision impaired or label him a “nerd” “prude” or xyz. He simply is who he is and the script does not tear him apart for what he looks like, which is extremely uncommon. 

Jacob is such an imaginative soul and I would give anything for him to have every bit of love the world has to offer him. I am in awe of how passionate he is about his work and how often he finds the time to work on his book and the importance of it to him. It ripped me apart when he had to leave his book to burn in the forest fire and he thought that it had been destroyed; the amount of time it had taken him to craft such a lengthy work must have been years in the making. I cannot fathom the soul-crushing weight of believing all had been lost. I could see how much pain was held in his eyes when Will forced him to leave it behind like that; he deserved to be able to grab it. The fire had not spread to it yet and he was only a few feet away from it. Will should have let him grab it quickly and then they could have escaped. Jacob deserves to be valued for his talents and skills, even though they are different from Will’s. Jacob is focused on what he wants to achieve and there is nothing wrong with the fact that he has a more child-like spirit. 

I detest that his brother countlessly reminded him of the time when he bought those “magic beans” whenever his sister needed medicine. Jacob was aware of how silly he had been; he felt remorse, apologized, not only that but he also had to live with the consequences of his actions on his conscience day in and day out, but he had been just a child. He was not old enough to fully understand the consequences of his actions at the time because he was not mature enough to process that far in advance. Will was still a child as well, but he was older and should not have used this horrible example as a way to torture his brother and make him question himself for years and years and years. 

Jacob never meant harm to anyone; he is always content to work on his stories and I like to believe that the only reasons he went into business conning people with his brother are because he wants to, hopefully, encounter real folklore and because he has to have money to survive. He is proud of his work and he writes down everything that he can so that he can process through various ideas for his book. I admire him so very much for how much effort he puts into the things that are important to him and I wish I could help him with his writing. Collaborating with Jacob would be a dream come true. 

Every action of his and every twist and turn of his story arc were incredible; he is fascinating and gentle and irrisistably cute. He was constantly living in the shadow of his brother and women rarely paid any attention to him at all. Even in the bar scene when Will told him to come to bed with them (Will and the two girls), Jacob did not want to and I can only imagine it was partially because he knew he would be sidelined, but also because he wants something more like in his storybook. He deserves a kind of love that puts the stories to shame. 

The only thing that Jacob and I do not see eye to eye on (as far as we know as of yet) is that he has no fear of heights. Whenever he was atop the castle tower, I felt my heart lurch. Watching him totter across those uneven shingles on the rooftop made my legs turn to jelly and I wanted nothing more than to scoop him up and hold him close so he would not fall; I could not have been as brave as him. I admire his bravery for entering the castle tower by swinging in through the window. I never could have done so myself; Jacob is more than capable of taking care of himself and I love that about him. 

For once, Jacob deserves to share a love wherein he does not feel it will be threatened by his brother. He knows Will means well, but it is shown time and again that Jacob falls into second place when placed next to his brother. Even with Angelika, after Jacob shared a kiss with her, Will did the same and she seemed to prefer it that way; the ending showed neither of them “winning her heart” (which is fine lmao more Jakey for me😂), but that she again kisses them both, so it seems to me that even though Jacob bared his soul to her and gave her a real kiss, she still entertained a love for Will and for that reason do I feel that Jacob could always do better. He loves so entirely that even in a life or death moment, he did what he did for his brother. Do I think that he kissed Angelika because he loved her? No. Do I think it still worked because the brotherly love he has for Will is just that strong? Yes. My point: all brothers fight with each other, but nothing can ever stand in the way of familial love which is that strong. Even though I do not agree with every decision Will has made in terms of how he treats Jacob, but I do think that their love for each other is pure and that they need each other to coexist. 

Jacob deserves to know the other side of love in a relationship with someone who wants to hold his hands, kiss his lips, hug him tight and treats him like first prize, because Jacob is a prize, not because he is an object but because anyone would be lucky to find someone as perfect as him.  

And Jacob cuddling his pillow is my favorite picture ever:

[butter3drainbows]

La squadra brainrot and my endless love for children and romantic comedies got me thinking. So imagine this, single dad squadra falling in love with their child's kindergarten teacher 🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️✨ My fav F/Os as D-D-daddies??

Get ready for some UwU scenarios with La Squadra Dream Daddies asdgf

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Oooh ♥️♥️♥️ Melone would be the dad that tries to be around the school whenever his work schedule allows it and is known as the parent who announces his presence loudly from the entrance 😂 Melone's attraction for his kid's teacher is poorly hidden with him visibly perking up whenever they bring his child to him. Every day he would take their hands, look them in the eye and earnestly thank them for taking such good care of his child when he is away. His child is really talkative and will have nothing but good things to say about their teacher when Melone asks them about their day. In the middle of his kid's excited recounting of their day, the child will share how they wish that their teacher would always be around the house and that they should marry their papa right away because he really reaaaally likes them. Melone would be thrown off the loop at being outed so suddenly but will be given hope when his child's teacher laugh and say, "Well it's a good thing we're both single then aren't we?"

I always like to imagine Risotto having a daughter that easily cries 😂. Idk, just the thought of an intimidating tank of a man crouching in front of his tiny daughter while rubbing her tears away with his thumbs or letting her hiccup over his shoulders makes my heart howl like there's no tomorrow 😭💖💖 Her teacher will follow Risotto's example and let them sob into their shoulders one rainy afternoon, swaying her from side to side and reassuring them that her daddy is on his way to pick her up soon and was just probably late because of the rain. Seeing his daughter quickly be soothed by their nurturing personality has Risotto's attraction for them increase two-fold. He knew then and there that he wanted them to be a part of his and his daughter's lives.

Illuso will be the dad who finds himself confiding his troubles as a single dad to his kid's teacher and while he sometimes feels like he's being such a burden by sharing his problems, the teacher always reassures him that it is absolutely ok and even encourages him to talk about it with them if he's comfortable enough to share more. The fact that his kid absolutely loves them was just a bonus. They were perfect. They made it so easy for Illuso to fall head over heels with their patience, empathy and kind smile. He's never felt such warmth from his former lover before and for them to provide it to him so selflessly makes him yearn for something more after being alone for so long.

Pesci's child is a born trouble-maker and stories of their antics are something that both he and the teacher would have in common to talk and laugh about during PTAs or in afternoons when Pesci would allow his kid to play longer in the playground after kindergarten hours. They will be quick to give him reassurance, even scold him when he feels like he's not doing enough for his kid to be a well-rounded person. Every kind word that leaves their lips is a strike to the heart for Pesci. They're so incredibly nice to him, who wouldn't fall in love with someone like them?

In Formaggio's case, he would fall in love with them the moment he lays their eyes on them. They look so much like his late lover it almost makes him believe that they were still alive. It was hard for him to keep himself away with the memory of his late beloved flashing with their every move when he observes them from afar. Their personalities can not be any more different though, and that alone snaps Formaggio out from his delusions that his late lover wil everl come back to him. He was glad he met them though. He can finally let go of the pain eating away inside him from losing the love of his life.

For Ghiaccio it all begins with his grandmother's recipe for her special almond cookies. He had his son take some as snacks to school and had apparently shared some to his teacher. His teacher loved the cookies and asked Ghiacco's son if his dad was open to sharing his recipe with them. Ghiacco was hesitant at first saying, "I'm not sharing your nonna's amaretti recipe just like that" but had a change of heart when his kid handed him a handwritten authentic recipe for Mustazzoli with a note at the bottom that says, "Perhaps a trade then?". And so began their quiet correspondence of shared recipes and personalized notes behind detailed instructions and drawn directions for where to get the best produce.Like Melone's kid, Ghiacco's feelings for the teacher will also be unceromoniously revealed by his son, but this time in the form of a drawing depicting him and his son's teacher sending love letters, as the child would call it, with little Ghiacco as the messenger of love. "Would you like to have dinner sometime?" read Ghiaccio on the latest shared note given to him by his son. He quickly looked at the wide-eyed child suspiciously, knowing how he may have had a hand in this sudden turn of events being how smart he is for his age. He shuffled through his Olaf bagpack and pulled out a piece of paper that had a number written on it before saying, "I got her telly number so you guys can call each other. Y'know like normal people."

Prosciutto probably didn't realize it but he fell in love with his daughter's teacher the moment he saw them give her a pep talk on her first day of school and actually manage to convince her to have him leave her. His daughter had always been fussy and it takes a lot of patience and time to actually get her settled for her to listen to him. They, however had managed to do this is seconds with their cheerful smile and soft words. The moment he realized he was falling was when this same teacher came up to his car window urgently tapping his window and asking him politely (but with barely concealed fury) to step outside when they caught him "smoking"(but really it was just mint candy that resembled cigarettes lol) in the car with his daughter in it. Prosciutto couldn't even put a word in at the flurry of words that left their pretty mouth. He didn't mind being told off by them though, it was obvious how much they cared for their students with how many times their concern for his daughter's well-being was brought up in their tirade. When he was finally able to explain that the cigarette was in fact candy, he couldn't help but chuckle at their mortified expression and the embarassment that came after. This person was interesting, he decided, he wonders if they were still single.

Gelato fell in love with his daughter's teacher the moment they mistook him as her kidnapper. He appreciates someone who knows how to fight and boy were they good at keeping him immobilized. Only when his daughter started crying to "let his papa go" did they release him from their chokehold. He was sure he was going to bruise from that. The redness on their cheeks and the hurried apologies only added to his attraction for them. How cute.

Sorbet also experiences the same situation as Gelato and will fall in love with the feisty teacher at first sight. He will commend anyone who has the ability to pin him face down on the ground being a professional in MMA himself and will be highly amused that the one person who was able to do so was his kid's innocent-looking kindergarten teacher. Looks to him like his kid is gonna have another person to call mama.

[mister-lady]

I did fic!! It was originally gonna be me and Scout baking but it took a turn dkgkdkdkgks. Also all the 'fighting' in here is just the usual dumb rudeness I have towards my f/os where it's not actually mean but just not in a gay way this time skgkfksjgks also also Scout has a Boston accent but I didn't feel like typing it out even tho I normally do jfkfkdj

Trigger warnings: caps lock, 'arguing', mentions of food. ask to tag

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Madey was peacefully asleep, swaddled up in her weighted blanket and tightly clutching her pillow. She was quickly pulled away from her slumber at the sound of a loud and impatient knock that sounded a lot closer than it should've, since her room is on the opposite side of the house from the door. She hadn't invited anyone over, at least that she could remember and was pondering how deeply she had slept in. Madey shot up from her bed and scrambled to get dressed, which ended up in her throwing on a slightly too-big NASA T-shirt and fuzzy pajamas with rabbits printed on it. Madey clumsily rushed to the door and quickly pulled it open, only to dramatically throw her head back and groan at seeing who it was.

"What do you want?" Madey said a little too upsettingly.

"Hey! First of all, I got you a gift, and second of all, it looked like it was going to rain, and third of all I was bored and ran here, and fifth of all I had to jump and bang on your window because you didn't hear me knocking at your door." Scout quickly explained.

"You skipped fourth.." Madey pointed out.

"What? No I didn't." Scout said defensively and crossed his arms over his chest while walking into the kitchen and letting himself in.

"Uh..yeah, you did. Though I'm not too surprised you can't count." Madey teased as a smile made its way to her face.

"Uhm, I think we're skipping the part where I brought you a gift for free?" 

"Right." Madey was genuinely thankful for the gift and wanted to express it, but for some reason her brain skipped over the fact that she might've had to express it out loud and skipped over to her next question. "What time is it anyways? Like.. 10?" 

Scout turned and faced the oven clock and opened his mouth to answer, but simply stared blankly at the clock instead.

"Scout, you can read a clock, can't you?" 

Scout only responded by flashing a quick nervous glance at Madey and mumbling something about how he could read a clock but normally didn't need to. Madey shook her head in amusement before walking up to the oven herself to read the clock, but she recoiled in shock that it was only 7:15am.

"You came over to my house uninvited at 7:15am???" Madey blurted out in surprise.

"I'm your friend, I don't need an invitation!" Scout said matter of factly.

Madey was purely speechless over anything that had happened in the past couple of minutes. She would've been more surprised if it had come from anyone else, but coming from Scout? It was a little expected.

"So, what did you bring me?" Madey asked after a moment.

Scout tossed a pack of cookie baking mix at Madey, and she instinctively backed up. "Nice catch." Scout commented flatley.

"Shut up, you wear a stupid baseball cap everywhere." Madey immediately snapped, it was quite often that Madey and Scout would get into little 'arguments' but it was simply how they enjoyed each other's company.

Scout gasped offensively. "I'll have you know it is not stupid! Ladies love it." He coincidently said.

Madey gave Scout a playfully rough push before bending over to pick up the cookie mix she had failed to catch previously. "And don't get me started on the dumb bandage you wear on your hands and the weird dog tags you have." Madey pointed to each thing she had commented on.

"The bandages help me grip things! That proves how many sports you watch. And I just like the dog tags." Scout muttered his last sentence under his breath.

"And as you should know, I don't watch any sports at all. I'm probably the least sporty person you could come across." Madey added.

"I know, and I need to make you watch a baseball game or have you play or somethin." Scout crossed one arm over his chest and rested the other on top and tapped a finger to his chin like he was pondering ideas.

"I play wii sports resort?" Madey suggested, trying to get out of whatever Scout was potentially stirring up.

"No." He flately said, and started pacing back and forth while thinking.

"Scout please, I'm horribly unathletic, I have very little stamina and my brain doesn't allow me to work out as much as I'd like, this isn't fair against me." Madey desperately said while clutching the hem of his shirt.

Scout's eyes flicked around while he thought and pushed Madey away with one hand, before his lips curled into a cruel smile. "Alright, I'll spare you, but you owe me."

Madey stared at the floor, wondering how it wasn't even 8am and her life had already crumbled into pieces. Whatever Scout was about to subject her to was not going to be fun, that was for sure. "How about we just get back to cooking the cookies, hm?" Madey nervously suggested.

"Ay, that's a good idea! You would make a good personal chef.." Scout offered instead of whatever he had planned.

"I would what." Madey said while at a complete loss of words.

Scout wandered off for a moment as if he was searching for something, only to return empty handed. "I was going to hold up a dumbbell in your face to mock you but I forgot you don't have any." 

"You are a dumbbell." Madey huffed and crossed her arms. "This is my house and I can kick you out if needed!" 

Scout laughed a little to himself before remarking, "you can't kick me out, you could barely kick an empty water bottle across the street! Plus, I could just pick you up if I wanted, you're very football sized." 

"IAMNOTFOOTBALLSIZED." Madey shrieked in embarrassment. "You're mean! I have no reason to cook anything for you!!" 

"It's not forever! Just for like...a week or so.. unless you want me to go all Drill Sergeant on you."

"No way you could." 

"I could to! I have to deal with Soldier almost all day, I'm sure he's rubbed off a little on me."

"Clearly not in the physical department." Madey grumbled, purposely saying it loud enough for Scout to hear, which resulted in her getting an empty paper towel roll bonked ontop of her head.

[youngblizzardglitter]

Remember A Few Months Ago?

"What?" Terry asked looking at his younger brother Ace stood intensely. "Yeah what of it?"

"You told me we were here for space. Was that a lie?" He asks looking up at him he hears he was angry but couldn't see it his eyes hidden by black glass.

"No." He said trying to sound as normal as possible. It wasn't a lie more of a half-truth as it was reason number two.

"Then what was that scene you made at the Fizzes party? You said you didn't know him."

"I don't!" Terry's mind completely slipped on the fact that Ace saw him out Fernando on his bullshit.

"You know Estaban!" He says annoyed that yet again Terry was treating him like a child.

Your always like this. They both thought annoyed.

"Steve." He corrects rubbing his head. He looked at the clock 1 pm. He can't send him to bed or even tell him to go do something.

"Look this is something we can't talk about because of-"

"Mom?" He says getting closer. "Did she die because-"

"She died of bad health." He snaps annoyed now. "And a lot of factors played into that."

"One of them was the Fizzes?"

"Ace-"

"Terry, please just tell-"

"Alejandro!" He snaps as Ace frowned. "Just let me take care if this okay?"

"Fine." He snaps leaving. "I'll just be left in the dark like always."

"Ace-" His door slammed like an angsty teen.

"This family." He says thinking back on Rose's words. 

"This family can be a bit much sometimes. More so now that you too are a part of it."

"I mean no offense." She said quickly realizing what it sounded like. "I just-"

"I get it." He had smiled knowing it was true.

"Ace am going out okay?" He said knocking on the door. "Leave a note and you can co do whatever."

He knew he was in there. He had shut the windows from the outside last night as they were leaving and didn't want something coming in like last year.

Terry quickly showered put on some clothes and took with him his bag putting his letters. He needed to know if he could move with all that's going on or if it would look bad and make sure he had enough money to move back.

The bank was a long walk and Terry felt like he could use it to clear his head on what went down earlier. He wondered how fast the news would flood to other people.

They were a hundred people at that party everyone saw it not doubts- His train of thought stopped abruptly when a realization bounced off.

Ace was at that party he saw me go off on them. The Fizzes house was a long drive that's why I flew they were having a party early to make sure everyone could come. Why the fuck did I not make that connection?!

He quickly took out his phone as he stopped a block or two before making it he need to make sure Ace was okay and well.

Fine. Am going to Valeries be back later.

He must be thinking that I lied. I have in some degrees but it was only for his best.

But who are you to decide that?

As that snapped him out of it Terry's ears heard something a few blocks away.

"Did Steve ever say anything?" A girl named Maxine asked. "Like he got slapped into a wall!"

"Isn't he mad?" Andria her best friend scoffed. "Of course he is. He just ruined his parent's marriage and slapped him for no reason."

"Terry's never reliable anyway he's always slacking off and being rude. He's bound to fight him." Andria said clicking away at her phone.

Like some over glorified child abuser can take me. He thinks ever since he came into the show the teens haven't won any awards he hasn't gotten.

"And it's so unfair how he so perfect for everyone else! All the villains love him and hate us! None of them know how shitty he is-"

Terry smirked as Maxine made eye contact with him.

"Oh really now?" He says looking them up and down. "What's Stevie boy gonna do?" He laughs when they don't say anything back.

"Funny." He says walking away he always hated the cheerleaders. Ever since Sara told everyone he broke up with her through a text they hated him he hadn't though. They hated him just like he hated his bank statement three thousand looked back at him mocking him.

It was enough to fly back home but not too to pay for anything relating to his case he needed to call his family lawyer and ask.

"Hey, Terry." Her voice proclaimed as papers were being moved. "Gald you phoned did you hear that your case is being challenged by Fernando Fizz?"

"Yeah. Just got the letters. You need those?"

"Yeah. And I need you to come here as fast as you can to work this out. Your case was already as tricky as it is. With Ace's bio father wanting custody and you being a teen he might win."

"Can't I sue him back? He says annoyed. "He owes thousands of child support-"

"Trust me I know but your mother never made a case she-"

"Died before she could make one." He finished somberly his ears started to ring.

"...Yeah." She answers back knowing it was a sore subject. "Does Ace know?"

"For the most part some of it yeah. I need to sit him down first."

"Okay then. We have two weeks before summer ends I think you should tell him and come deal with this."

"Okay." He sighs. He never thought he'd have to tell Ace like this he wanted to wait until he asked again or was eighteen.

"Okay, Terry just go bake a pie for something." He tried calming himself his mom use to do the same thing and he picked it up somehow.

He had enough food to spare for one plus he needed to talk about everything with Ace.

He has the right to know his family. Whether it not their bad people and I can't say much either.

The walk was shorter as he got the fruit and went to check it out. He should be back in no one swipe.

"Did you hear that Ferna has an affair kid?"

Oh my fucking God. He thinks knowing what was going on.

"No."�� A make whispered hearing his wife.

"Yeah, some teen came up in the party about child support money he owes her."

"He cheated with a teen?" His mouth opened in shock. "On Rose?"

"She seems fine with it she spent a few hours talking with her. She threw him into the pool."

"Oh my goodness where did you learn this?"

"It's all the guests are talking about. My friend heard it from her daughter. All the girls won't stop talking."

"How's Steve the poor baby."

The only thing they got right is that he's a baby. He looks over as the lady scanned one last item.

"Don't know he did get slapped into a wall. He's definitely hurt psychically if not emotionally."

"Wow. What are they gonna do?"

"Next person sir." She said as the person in front left.

He got out of there quickly not wanting to know more. He didn't think it was spread so quickly it had only been four hours.

He breathed deeply when he got home Ace's door was open meaning he was gone.

Do I have to leave him here? He might choose to stay here.

No, he wouldn't.  He might Nigel is here he closer with the friends he has here.

Rose and Fernando could provide for him better than I ever could. They're loaded with money and have millions saved up I don't even have enough to challenge his case.

What if he does win? What would he do?

Ace might not want to see me after I lied he might hate me if he doesn't already.

Moms probably rolling in her grave. She must be pissed I didn't keep my agreement. Am handing him over to the people that killed her.

What if they kill Ace? What if he ends up hurt?

Stevens just like his father he might.

Then am going to be alone then am going to be responsible and then I have to live with that guilt.

Am I going to even have money to pay for the change?

"Please come to me if you need anything." Roses words came back to him.

"Could I really ask though?" He says to one he looks back to the clock 3 pm he heard something.

Ace wouldn't come back for an hour or more who the fuck was that?

He quickly went to get it hoping it was him he got the man of the hour himself.

Steven Fizz with a banged-up cheek.

He slammed the door. Not today no fucking way.

"Terry come on!" He says banging on the door. "Can we talk?"

"No!" He yells from the kitchen. "Get out!"

"Why do you have to be like this?! Can we not have a talk person to person?!"

"Fuck you!" He yells back. "Get the fuck out!"

"Terry." He says to the door he sounds more disappointed than angry.

"Estaban." He says rolling up the curtains of the window. He loved the way his face looked when he called him his real name he smirked like an evil character.

"Terry, can we talk?"

"We are aren't we?"

"Face to face."

"We are aren't we?" He says like a broken record.

"Fine. The boy I helped in the hospital was that Ace?"

"No."

"Your lying. I saw him at the party talking with Nigel. Is he in the knd?"

"No." That was actually the truth.

"Are you going to be like this the whole time?"

"Yes."

Steve sighed running a hand through his hair. "My dad won't say anything and my mom was the one who talked to you-"

"And it was confidential. It doesn't concern you."

"It kinda did when you-"

"Your father ruined everything, not me." He butts in knowing where it was going.

"Ruined the party by outing my BS." He continues. "I have a half brother?"

"Yeah." He confirms after a long pause. He looks at the clock ten minutes had passed he should get this done by then.

"How old is he?"

"He's not a baby." He sasses he noticed the way he easses up as if he was no longer stressed.

"Can I talk to him?"

"No."

"Terry-"

"He's not here. He's at his friends house." He didn't know if that was true Ace was all over the place sometimes.

Steve nodded thinking. He needed something to know his mom just said not to worry about it. His dad was worse

"When is he coming back?"

"Don't know."

"He looks nothing like my dad. He looks more like me surprisingly." He laughs trying to get Terry to ease up. "Your siblings it's natural."

"Do we have anything in common besides good looks?"

"Funny," Terry smirks looking for an exit.

"I got a pie in the oven you should go."

"Can you at least tell me when we could talk?" Terry opened the door surprised. Steve shifted back thinking he was going to get slapped only for Terry to walk past him.

Steve looked back and saw the boy he met in the hospital. He seemed perfectly fine from when he first saw him. He smiled seeing Terrace bend down and hug him Ace protested when Terry kissed his face.

"Wait here," Terry said as he brought the boy into the house.

[indigobluedreams]

🔫🍴🌲👕🎉💬 (rnm-magic-space-rxd)

Thanks @rnm-magic-space-xsd , I appreciate all the ask stuff cause these were fun and interesting to write!!!! Cause it made me actually think about stuff I hadn't before ':0 I didn't expect so many from one person either so uh, Yeah. Even BIGGER thanks for that. Remember your f/os love you!! ':))

🔫: Who is more likely to start a water gun/water balloon fight?

 With Ryoma, As far as water fights go, I’d say I’m definitely more likely to start one. It wouldn’t end well for me though. I’d start it by like, hitting him once. Then everything from then on travels at the speed of light and I’m drenched. I still got a w a y s t o g o in beating Ryoma in a water fight. But it’s the fun that counts, And I’m definitely up for that! Maybe I’d have a small chance at being able to avoid it, considering I was pretty good at dodgeball when I played that. But overall, I'm soaked and he's looking all smug. 

With Teruteru, It could honestly go either way. I can see him starting a water fight because, in one sentance, He go 👁👁. But his plan will only succeed if he hits me. Which I HIGHLY doubt would work because I’m super good at not getting hit, Going off how good I was at dodgeball. I couldn’t throw for shit but when it comes to avoiding them, I’m golden. I’d most likely start it for fun, which would lead him to going along with it, both for fun and my other point on why he’d start it.

🍴: Which one of you cooks for the other?

Teruteru, Hanamura: The ultimate Cook or as he’d prefer, chef. He’d definitely cook a buncha stuff for me and it’s always good quality because WOW HE’S THE ULTIMATE CHEF!! THAT'S SO GOOD!!! I mean, I’d try to do the same and I’ve been told I’m decent but it wouldn’t be up to his standards. I’d still try though!! If he’s willing to put in so much effort to cook for me, I would love to return the favour!! 

Ryoma, Considering he was in prison for a presumably long time, I'd assume he’s either forgotten how to make food or just hasn’t had quality stuff in ages. I don’t see the prison food being that good, So I would take it upon myself to make him anything and everything I can. Introduce him to the wonders that is good food and I’d LIVE for every little time his eyes light up because he tasted something he REALLY liked! Let me tell you, I'd cry SO HARD. 

🌲: What outdoor activity do you like doing with your f/o?

I’m not an outdoorsy person. I spend many a night indoors and hiding away from the outside world. So Ryoma would definitely drag me out to do outdoorsy things with him. I’m not complaining though, I enjoy all the time I get to spend with him! I’d say my personal favourite however isssssss, you guessed it, TENNIS! I don’t enjoy sports all that much. But seeing Ryoma so happy and enjoying himself? LIKE HE DESERVES? Bruh. Of course I’m over the moon having fun because he is. I love seeing people so passionate about their interests and talents. So seeing Ryoma, Eevn if it’s only for a moment, let himself be genuinely happy. That’s the best outdoors activity in the world to me. 

I don’t see Teru being too much of an outdoorsy person either, Aside from most likely going down to a farmers market. I always thought those were super cool! He’d probably get all invested in the nice ingredients then show me how to tell what's the best and watching him ramble on about WHY this one apple is better than the because of the colour or something, just makes me feel all brrrrrr cause he not only trusts me with this but he’s enjoying himself! But if that doesn’t count as an outdoorsy activity. I guess just going on walks, Like we just vibe on walks and talk about whatever. Being able to just talk makes me really happy so if I can’t choose the farmer’s market as an activity, Definitely would go with walking!!!

But overall I’d be happy to do any sorta outdoors activity, As long as it isn’t skiing. I’ve had a bad experience with it so anything but that

 

👕: Who borrows the others hoodies/clothing?

Okay SO I may or may not take his clothes. They’re always baggy, or atleast baggier than what I usually wear since I don’t feel too comfortable in skin tight clothing / showing my body off in general. So yeah, I probably steal his clothes but I imagine he’d do it too. Like we’d just have mutual “ you wanna borrow this in exchange for [ insert article of clothing ] “. That's what happens. Also us both doing that fond smile when the other sleeping walking into the room wearing the others clothes. I would honestly LIVE for that and that alone.

Ryoma? It’s kinda hard to borrow his clothes. Cause y’know, He’s like 3’5'' tall… So I hardly believe anything but his hat would fit me. I don’t see him letting me borrow it too often, But when he does It makes me mega happy! And he probably thinks I look nice. I’d let him borrow pretty much all my clothes but he probably wouldn’t want anything?? At Least not that I can think of beside my hat. We do mutual hat trades if he's up for it, and when he is? Poggers.  

🎉: Do you and your f/o have any holidays in particular you like to celebrate? What do you do together to make it special?

Uh, Ryoma isn't much for celebrating. So most holidays we'd probably just chill inside and do whatever we can together. However, I feel like he'd love Valentine's day!! Like I wanna set up a cute romantic dinner date at home, Unveil it to him and when I see that smile? That one in a million smile? That's all I need. And that alone, Makes the holiday special!!! Then we'd enjoy ourselves and I'd let Ryoma pick what we'd do next and we'd have a blast. I'd get him to enjoy himself like he rightfully deserves and just,,,, yes. 

 Hmmm, I feel like when it comes to holidays, Teru and I would be most interested in either halloween or Valentines. I love spooky shit, anything unexplained or unsolved is always super fun. I also enjoy costumes while Teru would also be interested in costumes for a /different/ reason. You can probably figure out yourself. But it also lets him make a buncha spooky themed treats to hand out to friends and trick or treaters!! Valentine's day is just us… being stupid feral romantic. Like we're doing stupid cliché couple things cause Teru said " We're doing this ". It makes me feel all fuzzy so, I mean, Yeah it's real special to me and I think it would be for him too!!!

 

💬: Are there any specific pet names you or your f/o uses?

I use Babe, Honey and Sweetheart for both of them, those are just my default affectionate nicknames. But I do have individual ones for each of them!!!! 

I can't think of anything they'd call me. I kinda feel weird thinking about affectionate pet names they would give me?? That and also I can't see myself being referred by pet names because I don't know??? I guess I don't feel like I deserve a sorta term of endearment lol. 

Oh! I have a bunch for Teru. I, uh, Sometimes call him Teddy bear / Teddy ( Teru Bear if I'm feeling punny. ) because he’s all cuddly and cute like one, I could hug and snuggle him for hours on end. I also call him Romeo and Casanova due to the romantic connotations and I think they fit him well! Teru is just like, A world renowned nickname for him so I don't feel like I need to list it but uh, Just in case!

For Ryoma, Ace and Love cause I think those are kinda funny, cause they’re tennis terms. NO I’m not creative nor should I be encouraged please stop me. But I also call him kitten from time to time, This is the one I go with if I'm trying to fluster his ass and can't lie, My favourite. Cause he's all small and cute, Plus with that hat he looks like a cat. Therefore kitten. And that's adorable!!!

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Self Shipping Ask Game

I’m feeling self-indulgent as all hell so I did another one, with Patrick Verona this time!! 💙 I’m starting to lose track of my F/Os...

Tagging @jokershyena​ so she can see!

Word count: 2, 253 (lmao woops?)

Date you got together? April 24th 2020. We are... a very new couple and we’re still finding our way with what we have together. It feels like stepping into shoes you’ve worn a thousand times before, but the soles are different; there’s new marks left behind and we’re finding out what they mean slowly but surely. We have lots of love between us and we’re letting it guide us.

Favorite personality trait? I love Pat for all that he is, but if I have to pick just one thing then it’s his nature. He feels like... you know when you lay down outside on the grass or the beach and there’s a gentle breeze in your hair and the sun is warm on your face and your eyes are shut and you feel yourself smiling because this is why you’re alive, for moments like this? That’s how Pat feels to me, all the time. 

Favorite physical trait? His smile. I almost said his eyes but, oh... that smile makes flowers bloom in my heart. I would die to keep that smile on his face. He’s so beautiful and those dimples and his eyes, I... he’s so beautiful. 🥺 

Couple song We don’t have one yet. I’m still looking for the perfect one. I often listen to I want you to want me from the soundtrack when I want to feel him close by, just because it makes me think of him, so maybe that one? 

Pet peeves... He likes to leave his switchblade open and lying in random places and it freaks me out. I don’t even like kitchen knives near me and there he is, leaving it stabbed into the coffee table pinning a note for me to the surface. Sure, it’s convenient to just grab his knife out of his pocket and it’s a good way to get my attention, the silver glinting of the blade in the light of the room, but still.

Favorite outfit on them? As much as I adore those leather trousers, it has to be the dark grey shirt with the chain poking out... just him putting it on in the morning and the cold metal against his skin contrasted with the heat on my tongue... *ahem*

Favorite meal? Pat and I eat separately; I have coeliacs disease and Pat’s lucky enough to not have any food allergies so I always make us separate meals. I make his first, scrub down the kitchen and then I do my own food. Pat likes the tuna pasta bake I make; the golden crust of cheese on the top is his favourite and I always give him the corner bits; he likes the cronch. He always says I can just make one meal which is gluten free but I don’t feel right doing that to someone who doesn’t share my dietary requirements.

Early bird or night owl? Pat’s definitely a night owl, so long late night conversations where the two of us lay down in bed together are very common. I stay up every night for him to come home from the pub and then he showers (no dirty sweaty bodies in my bed, thank you) and we cuddle up in bed and just... talk. Sometimes we just lay there listening to music. Neither of us especially like mornings and it’s not unusual to wake up at noon or afterwards 😂

Snorer or sleep talker? Pat snores very lightly most of the time but when he’s deeply, deeply asleep, he sounds like a chainsaw lmao. I like that, though, because even though it makes the bed shake a bit, I know that he’s there with me and it eases my fears of the dark. I have my nightlights but I don’t need music because I know he’s there for me and he’ll keep me safe. Sometimes he’ll mutter unintelligibly as he rolls over and it’s always right in my ear and I have to try not to jump 😂

Do you have any pets together? Not yet! 💕 I wanna get some cats with him in the future; they’re such precious creatures. Pat wants a dog but between him and a dog I’d never get any free or alone time 😂 and I’m protective of both of those things.

Pet names! (Both from them and yours for them) I call him Pat mostly, but other times it’s “sunshine”, “baby boy” for when he needs comforting, “angel”, “darling”, “love” and he knows I’m angry/mad if I call him Patrick ksksksk it gets his attention so quickly. 

Pat calls me “sweetheart”, “angel”, “love” (saved for when he’s being sarcastic, it’s like a hint I need to Do Something Soon) “honey”, “girlie” and by my name when he thinks he has to.

How often do you fight? Not... very often. We have playful banter more than anything. We do fight, that’s normal and healthy, but we try to talk things out calmly rather than go at it and risk saying something we can’t take back. Words have greater power than people know, and where the sword cuts and forgets does the tree fall and remember.

What starts fights? For me, Pat gets angry at my blatant lack of self-care and it angers him to see me treat myself as I do (or don’t, more accurately) but to shower others in love. He doesn’t understand why and it frustrates him. I struggle to explain myself properly so then I get frustrated and it can lead into a whole thing lmao the tears start when he raises his voice so he usually calms down pretty quickly. And as I said, we prefer to speak it through calmly so we’ll go calm down separately and meet in the middle later on. He knows he’s forgiven when I throw myself at him and smother him in kisses.

For Pat, I don’t get angry very often or very easily but when I do, it’s because he was out for so long that I started thinking he’d died or was injured or something and he didn’t text me to let me know and though I don’t want to control him I also don’t enjoy staying up worrying he’s dying in an alley somewhere. So when he gets home I’m a bit... colder in how I greet him and then Pat gets defensive and eesh 😬 In the end, he’ll sigh and I’ll apologise and he’ll get irritated and we cuddle and talk it out. I’ll know I’m forgiven when he kisses my forehead.

Who apologizes first? Me. I will always apologise first, even if I was right. I cannot handle any kind of conflict or confrontation and due to things which have occured in the past I will always just... take it. I’ll just apologise, and get it over with, and hope it all smooths over quickly. Pat gently tells me off when I do this, “No, Erika. I’m the one apologising, not you.” and I usually get upset so we have some cuddle therapy - our touches speak louder and more concisely than we ever could. 

Big spoon or little spoon? asdfghjkl; we switch depending on who needs or wants what! Whomever needs comforting, the other is the big spoon and on the times we both need comforting or we just can’t decide who is either spoon, we lay facing each other so that we’re both the little and the big spoon at the same time! Problem solved! <3 

Dom or sub? Pat’s a switch; it depends on what either of us needs the most in any given moment. For the most part he’s dominant; I can be really shy sometimes and I have no idea what I’m doing with anything, so he tends to take the lead... before we realise that we’d rather walk into undiscovered territory together, hand in hand the way it should be.

What are their kisses like? They’re somehow comforting but intense. He kisses me so tenderly it can make me cry but it’s so passionate that it leaves me breathless. He commands my lips against his and he both takes and gives in equal measure. Pat is a passionate, compassionate soul and it comes through every time he kisses me; like he, too, is coming home.  He never kisses just once - just one sentence can hold a multitude of kisses. And the ghost of his lips against my skin lingers for hours after he’s gone home. He’s always with me, in one or another.

What do they smell like? Apples, leather, whiskey, stale cigarette smoke... and something spicy but so Patrick. If I concentrate, I can find it when I nuzzle into his neck.

What are their hugs like? Coming home. He always hugs me so tightly that I can feel those lost parts of me click back into place. I’m a known squeezer and he playfully grunts in my ear and it makes me smile and he squeezes back and it makes me giggle. Pat sighs happily and drops his head down into the crook of my neck and he rocks me from side to side... I’ve been known to fall asleep standing up in the safety of his embrace. He’s my home, nothing and no one make me feel as safe as he does. 

Who is more protective? I think we’re both as protective as each other. I have a mean streak when my loved ones are threatened or in any kind of danger and I’m not afraid to stand up for Pat against rumours, even if he’s not with me at the time. I hate confrontation but for my loved ones, I’d walk straight through fire if I had to. Similarly, Pat gets easily defensive and seems to have a bit of a temper as well so if anything happened to me, he’d get protective. I also... feel like we protect each other from our own selves, sometimes. I have some Bad Habits and so does Pat and neither of us are afraid to tell the other when we’re hurting ourselves and need to stop... like right now, it’s way past midnight and I’m yawning every few minutes but I’m pushing through to write this. Pat’s frowning and wanting to take my laptop away.

Interested in children? Pat might be... when he’s older. But he knows my stance on this topic and we never talk about it. 

Who needs the most TLC when sick? Pat. OMG he tries to work through it, to walk it off, but I can see. I do the same thing, I always pretend I’m not sick until it’s so obvious that I just can’t hide it. Pat’s a natural caregiver, he’s so used to taking care of others and that’s exactly why I deliberately go overboard when I take care of him. I buy every kind of medicine specific to his illness (and I dip into my savings but shush, don’t tell!), and I make him soup and I’m there for him and I make it known that I love him. I’m usually squeamish with sickness, even when it’s my own, but for Pat I push through and I try because he deserves nothing less than the best of everything I can give him.

Who says ‘I love you’ first? Mmm.... I think Pat said it first. He has more confidence in what we share together than I do and one day when I came through with his favourite meal and I had my own one, I sat down and he said, “I love you, d’you know that?” I just blinked at him a few times in shock and he said it again... and again... and again until I just had to put my food down so that I could grab that beautiful face and swallow his next words; he is... ethereal and I’ll never understand why he loves me but I’m so, so glad that he does! I said it back, of course I did, and his smile was brighter than the sun.

Which of you is more accident prone? Meeeee ~ omg lmao I always have bruises I don’t even remember getting. Pat gets frowny because I sit there poking them hoping the slight pain will trigger a memory of how I got the bruise, but I rarely remember. I’m forever bouncing off door frames, walking into tables, tripping over my own feet while I’m stood still... Pat finds it funny and sometimes when I actually trip he’ll say something like, “I know you fell for me, but, ah - did you have to show me, too?” or “How’s the world from down there?” and once... once, he laughed and laid down next to me on the floor and we just stared up at the ceiling and we just... were for a time. It’s a memory I cherish.

Bed hog? OMG me, hands down. Pat tends to lay on his back and I put my head on his chest so that I can listen to his heartbeat or I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, but it’s not unusual for me to wake up with my duvet on the floor and the sheets all over the place. I’ve been known to actually kick in my sleep and sometimes I wake up with bruises I don’t recall getting. Pat wraps himself around me like a koala when I move around too much because a) shitty mattress and b) I drink 18 coffees a day and in this way, I’m able to fall asleep quicker and in a more relaxed way. If I fall asleep relaxed, I move around far less when I’m asleep. I don’t know how Pat figured that out and he won’t tell me, either.

Who loves the other the most? We’re a very new couple and we’re finding our way with each other and our relationship, but I do think that I love Pat a little bit more than he loves me. But that’s okay; statistically, one is always loved a bit more than the other. I have trouble believing we’re even compatible because ??? look at him ??? and then look at me ??? and it drives Pat insane.

[dapper-ships-herself]

Should you fight my f/os?

Tagged by @megane-shipping @rose-wine-selfships @firebird-inkheart

I have many f/os, so this isn't all of them but I still did a fair number of 'em.

Also the rating system confused me but I did my best.

Dazai: He looks pretty scrawny, and while he is a pretty good fighter fighter through skill he isn't the physically strongest opponent, but you still wouldn't be able to beat him. He'd come up with some sort of plan where you'd probably think you'd won but then you turn around and oop no Dazai won. How does that work? Who fucking knows.

No fighting Dazai. 2/10

Erza Scarlet: She will kick your ass with the power of friendship and her eighteen thousand swords. Are you kidding me? She's queen of the fairies, no way. Beating her up only inspires her to win for the sake of her guild.

No fighting Erza. 1/10

Shinobu Kocho: She will poison you with a smile on her face. Unless your name is Douma, I would not recommend (ouch).

No fighting Shinobu. 4/10

Chuuya Nakahara: if you're looking to get crushed by a manlet in a fancy hat, then go for it. He's quite possibly one of the strongest ability users out there, but tell him Dazai called him a nerd or whatever and he'll fly into a rage that you can either use to your advantage or will result in you being crushed faster.

No fighting Chu-tan. 1/10

Yosano Akiko: Holy shit what? You're going to fight her? She will hack you to pieces, put you back together, and then repeat, repeat, repeat until she has to go and catch a sale.

No fighting Yosano. 4/10

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: You have a chance so long as he continues to give into his tiredness, he may simply lay there while you beat the shit out of him. Make sure you keep him from going all eldritch monstrocity on your ass though.

Not advised to fight Lovecraft. 3/10

Edgar Allen Poe: He's baby, why would you fight him? I know his best friend is a raccoon and he looks like he hadn't been outside since he was a baby, but what would you accomplish by fighting him?

To remain a decent person no fighting Poe. 5/10

Mark Twain: He's allergic to wearing shirts properly and thinks he's all buff and stuff, but you can punch him in the eye and knock him the fuck out. His little doll friends ain't gonna do shit. So long as you get too close for him to snipe you, you've got this.

Fight Mark. 7/10

Margaret Mitchell: I would really rather you not, she's napping. If you did, though, be ready to get caught in your own personal tornado while she rants about restoring her families honor. Unless your name is Akutagawa, be careful.

Not advised to fight Margaret. 5/10

Higuchi Ichiyo: She's certainly not the most formidable opponent, but she would gladly cut a thousand bitches for the sake of getting senpai to notice her.

You could fight Higuchi but it's not advised. 6/10

Gin Akutagawa: You wouldn't even hear her coming. The thought of fighting her would be brand new and then whoops, you've got a knife to the throat. She's not a leader of the black lizards for no reason.

Not advised to fight Gin. 4/10

Beelzebub: There is a chance that he would literally eat you, but for the most part while he is a big, beefy demon, he's also a teddy bear; he'd probably let you punch him over and over with a straight face. Stay away from his food and you should be fine.

Maybe fight Beelzebub. 6/10

Mammon: On one hand, he is the second most powerful of his brothers, he could easily destroy you. On the other hand, boy gets beat up verbally and physically by his brothers every damn day and has a mountain of insecurities, poke at those and you could probably win. Or make him even more mad. It's a gamble with the avatar of greed, my guy.

Maybe fight Mammon but not advised. 5/10

Jae-ha: He's a quick fellow, and his aim with those daggers is pretty spot on, it'd be very difficult and your best chance would be to try and ground him so he can't use his dragon leg. Although, he's a pervert and would probably like getting beat up, so you could win simply by that

Not advised to fight Jae-ha unless he's feeling especially nasty: 5/10

Chain Sumeragi: She can literally make herself completely undetectable and then stick her hand through you to play with your insides, unless you can get past that somehow, you're fucked.

No fighting Chain. 3/10

Steven Alan Starphase: He will Esmeralda Blood Freeze you before you can even blink and the shatter you into ice cubes for his drink. He ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.

No fighting Steven. 3/10

The Happy Huntresses: They're an experienced team of top of their class huntresses; four badasses trained not only to fight people but also giant evil monsters.

No fighting the happy huntresses. 4.5/10

Meis and Gueira: I mean they look decently tough with those bikes and the armor and the fire, but everytime we see them in a fight they get their asses handed to them in like two seconds. Best to be equiped with a fire extinguisher or like some ice cubes to chuck at 'em.

Maybe fight them. 6/10

Aizawa Shouta: Your best bet is to catch him in the middle of a nap, but please be so careful not to wake him up, he's most likely be so cranky that he'd forget he's a hero and snap your neck.

Not advised to fight Aizawa. 5/10

Idia Shroud: His scrawny ass barely ever leaves his room, he hasn't lifted anything heavier than his phone ever, he's a flaming stick basically.

You could fight Idia. 7/10

Sesshomaru: He has very little mercy to spare and has killed a great deal of people and demons.

No fighting Sesshomaru. 2/10

Annie January: She is capable of blinding and throwing you across the room with a beam of light from her hands and can lift like thirty two times her bodyweight. Unless you also have superpowers, would not recommend.

Not advised to fight Annie. 5/10

Byleth: She's a skilled fighter on her own, but she also has an army of feral students ready to beat the shit out of anyone who messes with their proffessor.

No fighting Byleth. 4/10

Shatina: Her greatest joy is beating people up and watching them bleed, she steps on and torments even her closest allies on a near daily basis. She would crush you and the go right back to drinking.

No fighting Shatina. 4/10

Maeve: I'm actually not sure what kind of fighting ability she has, but why would you want to hurt a goddess?

No fighting Maeve. 5/10

Ban: He's a member of one of the strongest groups of fighters in the land, and he's able to almost immediately regenerate after any and all damage. Also, he's like 10 feet tall, what are you going to do? Chew on his ankles until they snap off? They grow right back.

No fighting Ban. 4/10

Joxter: Fucking feral cat man, too lazy to fight back. Kick his ass.

Fight Joxter. 8/10

Shigure Sohma: Please fight Shigure, please. I will put my bet on you and watch.

Please fight Shigure. 9/10

Vodka: She's used to fighting giant fallen angels, she'd have no trouble kicking your ass and looking good while doing it. Also, she could simply send her hawk Andre to peck out your eyes before she even has to do any work.

Not advised to fight Vodka. 5.5/10

Jordan 'JD' Davies: They're the Jersey Devil. Literally, the Jersey Devil. They'd burn you to a crisp with their fire powers. But, your chances of victory aren't zero if you could find a way to deal with that. They're strong, but you could find a way with a fist fight. Fuck knows they deserve to be fought.

You probably shouldn't but fight JD anyways. 7/10

Zoro: You're going to fight a guy who wields three swords? One of which he sticks in his mouth? He's clearly crazy. Also I'm pretty sure he cuts a mountain in half at some point or something like that? So there's that to take into consideration. You're best bet would be to also be amazing with swords.

No fighting Zoro. 3/10

Nami: She's not the most powerful out of all of all of her crew, but if you beat her you will leave afterwards and notice that your wallet and all your valuables that you had on you are missing and she's already sailing away.

You could fight Nami but you will be poor afterwards. 7/10

Mollymauk Tealeaf: Hasn't he been through enough?

No fighting Molly please. 5/10

Zora: She will turn you into a literal baby, how do you plan on beating her up as an infant with your chubby lil baby hands?

No fighting Zora: 4/10

And I wanted to include some familial too

Yukichi Fukuzawa: Have you seen him fight with a sword? You won't even see him draw it.

No fighting Fukuzawa. 2/10

Ogai Mori: He will trick you into thinking he's merely a simple, friendly neighborhood physician, and then the moment your back is turned there will be a scalpel buried deep in it. Also, he has a demon baby at his command.

No fighting Ogai. 2/10

Kouyou Ozaki: You might think you're sneaking up on her, but her Golden Demon will cut you down without her even needing to look away from admiring the flowers and sipping her tea.

No fighting Kouyou. 2/10

Oda Sakunosuke: HASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.

No fighting Oda PLEASE. 4/10

Ranpo Edogawa: While he has eaten nothing but processed sugar since the day he was born, he will eviscerate you with his words and leave you too mentally beaten to lift a finger. Stuff your ears with some cotton and kick his scrawny ass. The rest of the detective agency will come after you, though.

Not advised but go ahead and fight Ranpo. 5/10

Yumeno Kyusaku: So much as look at this child wrong, much less lay a finger on them, and I will be the one fighting you.

NO FIGHTING YUMENO. 0/10

Lio Fotia: I know he looks like a dandy who was abandoned and raised by a biker gang, but he is also the strongest known burnish. The only thing saving you is his code against killing.

Not advised to fight Lio. 4/10

Laxus Dreyar: He's an asshole, and I completely understand wanting to fight him, but he is jacked as shit with the power of lightning at his finger tips.

It's not smart but I would like to watch you do it anyways. 2/10

Noctis Lucis Caelum: He'd rather fish than fight you, but he is capable of taking down giant monsters and mini armies with the ability to teleport. Tell him Hot Topic is going out of business and he'll crumble.

Not advised to fight Noctis but eh maybe you could. 4/10

Pretty sure all the people I would've tagged have already done it? So do this if you want to.

[sugarnspiceselfshipisnice]

Should you Befriend my F/Os?

Tagged by: The wonderful and amazing @goldenworldsabound Tagging: @royalnpc , @amigarafualt , @winter-the-selfinsert-trash

I have so many faves so.... under a read more

Lunatic Psyker?  He will take some time to warm up to you, but he has the capability of being friendly. It helps if you bribe him with chocolate or cats. He’s good to talk to, blunt, but caring once he likes you. He won’t ever admit that he’s your friend though cause hes a giant tsundere But once he does he will fight to protect you and he will be a dork with you, so yes, befriend him.  Overall, 6/10 Friendliness  Mastermind? He’s a lot like Lusa, except colder. He’d be more prone to standing you up or shooing you away in favor for work or a nap, and he might be a little overly mean with his “playful” jabs. If you have a thinner skin and aren’t very fond of constant cynical-ism, you might wanna steer clear. He takes a lot longer and a lot more bribes to warm up to a point to where he acts like youre not wasting his time.  5/10 Friendliness.   Diabolic Esper? Tricky. Very Tricky to befriend. But god he needs a friend?? He will push you away. He a traveller drifting from timeline to timeline, and he’s extremely self depreciating. He’ll tell you to stay away because he’s a bad person who’s done bad things. You have to be careful how you talk to him because he will storm off and/or lash out. Being friends with him requires an extreme amount of patience. And even then he might leave you. But if you’re good to him, he’ll remember you, and might come visit. 4/10 Friendliness, but he really needs it.  Izaya Orihara Okay this one is debatable. Why? Cause if he HAD a friend maybe he wouldn’t be so awful, but... Probably no?? Just don’t. Stay away from this asshole. I only date him cause he’s sucked me in but run away. He’s awful!!! Terrible!!! Tricks people, and is mean, and a scheming jerk. That has a nice face and voice. But he is a SNAKE.  2/10 Friendliness  (He only gets points because maybe if someone gave him some tough love he’d stop being such a giant ass)

Robin Absolutely. He can and will make friends with anyone. He’s just good with people, able to tune into their interests and really LISTEN. He likes to try new things too, so he’ll hang out with you and take part in whatever you want to do!! He is a total sweetheart and is good at advice too. Robin is a spectacular friend to have.  10/10 Friendliness Would Recommend.  Grima  Total opposite of Robin. Literal embodiment of evil? Will threaten to kill you.Yeah he’d sell you to satan for one corn chip if he wasn’t Satan himself. Acts like a pissed off cat all the time. Cute tho.  0/10 Friendliness.  Jaehee Kang Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes- She is SO sweet and really needs a pal to talk and vent to. She is number one the good advice friend, she’s very sensible, and will listen to you vent (and vent herself about her job). She will buy you coffee on her corporate card too. She knows judo as well, so she’ll fucking floor someone for the both of you. She might just be very busy and it’ll take some time before she will hang up on work for you 7/10 Friendliness  Zen A sweetheart. Will teach you how to do proper self care and do your hair and makeup. He can be a little narcissistic tho, so be prepared for him to sing whether you want him to or not KLASJDF but singing also leads to fun, drunk karaoke. He will also throw hands for you.  8/10 Friendliness  Seteth Please befriend him. He’s basically just a dad friend. He will protect you and give you good advice, and he might even tell a bad joke or two. The only issue is everyone thinks he’s a stick in the mud and he’s intimidating to approach (which he is, so you can’t really do stupid shenanigans around him because he will not have it) and he might be a little busy to hang out, but if you need a responsible companion and a good confidant who will encourage you in what you do, please! Make friends with him, maybe he’ll relax for once.  8/10 Friendliness Dimitri This boy. This boy is the sweetest boy you ever will meet. And yes that includes post time skip. He’s just so precious I love him. He’s just a polite young lad. He will be a little awkward at first but he’ll insist that you be his friends and that you are his equal. He’ll value you for you best traits and help you work on your flaws. He’s also absolute baby.  9/10 Friendliness  Yuri Yuri is a lot like Lusa and also Esper a bit except he’s less tough guy about it.He will try to push you away a bit, insist he’s a scoundrel, but he’s also super charming and flirty and fun. He has a heart of gold despite his reputation as essentially a gang leader, and he’ll go through extraordinary lengths for his friends!!  7/10 Friendliness  Balthus  This man is prime friend material okay. All the stuff and shenanigans Seteth won’t let you do, Balthus will do. He’s the get piss drunk and get thrown out of an establishment friend. He’s the friend that’ll drop everything to help you move your stuff from one place to another, and he’s just altogether a good time and extremely and fiercely loyal. He’s also fucking HILARIOUS and a great wingman.  9/10 Friendliness, only cause you two might get in trouble and he’s pretty rowdy. 

[kittyandco]

The pillow pathway, the traveling swamp, the heavy seed, sunrise serpent, string from the sky, eye of fortune eye of misfortune, the sounds of footsteps on the grass for my brother Vega^^?!✨

OK!! thank you! i kinda forgot about these asjkdjf

The Pillow Pathway- Have you ever had a dream about your f/o?

not that i’m aware of... though, i can see my s/i having a pretty awful one about him. she can handle everyone else, the hand-to-hand, but that fucking sharp ass claw that should not be allowed is literally the most terrifying and painful thing she’s had to face and it’s no wonder she’d have nightmares about fighting him. in canon, she’s horribly injured, and never wants to face him again. 

The Travelling Swamp- Where is a place you and your f/o feel most at home?

well... in our home. uwu she doesn’t know the area very well, but she does feel safe there, as long as vega is around.

The Heavy Seed- How have you helped your f/o? How have they helped you?

well, i would say that i’m the first that he’s ever cared about, besides himself of course. he hasn’t had any meaningful relationship with anyone since his mother passed, so it’s all new. as for meee?... it’s more of a downgrade, but like a lot of my f/os, he kind of teaches me to be more aware of my own needs and not always cower to other people. of course, i know how to keep it in check and he doesn’t, but being around him has helped build my confidence. 

Sunrise Serpent- What is a fond memory you have of your f/o? What is one they have of you?

i’m gonna hop into the real world and mention that i still remember extremely vividly how and when i fell for him. i was at an arcade that i had just discovered and i saw a game in the very back that looked interesting. there was some preview of the gameplay there and vega immediately caught my eye. so i began to play with him and i was just *bloated blush emoji*. eventually i got very deep into playing sf games i had at home and it all went downhill from there. uwu 

in canon, he fondly remembers that time where he dragged me into the lake in the place we were staying for our fights at that time shjkdsj... that’s when we finally got... Close 

String From the Sky- How do you and your f/o show your love?

he’s just. relentless. all over me all the time. cute pet names too... 

i’m more reserved but i’m very affectionate and more... emotionally open, i guess.

Eye of Fortune, Eye of Misfortune- Have you ever received a gift from your f/o? What’s something you have given them?

he’s given me all kinds of shiny things djfkd... that’s kind of why i have a lot of images of jewelry and shiny things in our aesthetic tag. 

i’m not rich like that so i haven’t given him anything worthwhile that i can really talk about, i guess... he doesn’t mind it though. 

The Sound of Footsteps on the Grass- Are you friends with any of your f/o’s friends? Are they friends with any of yours?

HMMM well i’m obligated to say i’m friends with m. bison, but i didn’t think about that until i met you!!! the shadaloo boys are not usually my style, and i kinda wanted to be kept a secret from them... i actually didn’t notice that about vega until a bit later in our relationship. 

as for me, chun-li and ken and mouse don’t trust him. he and juri get along but not genuinely. you know. they don’t get along “genuinely” with much of anyone except for me -w-

[voidselfshipp]

ALL the asks for my brother, Vega >:D

YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN W H A T

STILL GONNA DO IT BUT HOLY SHIT---

🎨 How would you describe your ship aesthetic? (Include a moodboard if you like!)

I gotta do a moodboard abt him but uh,spanish matador stuff,artsy things,paint all over shirts and roses(and sunflowers)

🎁 Have you and your FO(s) given each other any meaningful gifts, material or otherwise? What are they and why are they special?

Oh Man,Vega gave me a rodochrosite pendant for my necklace,its special bc its my country's National gemstone plus it is said it helps with creativity ,and I tried to get my hands on one of these for a while and I couldnt get it!and there comes Vega with it.

I gifted Him this portrait of himself bc OFC it took me ages to get it done realisticly since thats not my style,and he has it hanged on his shadaloo headquarters,behind the painting theres a note " Sos más precioso que el amanecer y el atardecer juntos" (youre more beautiful than the sunset and sunrise combined), its just a little reminder of even when he fails he is still perfect to me.

📖 Is there a quote/lyric that fits you and your FO(s)?

well I might as well put the whole song "You give love a bad name" or "Mama tells me I shouldnt bother,that I ought yo stick to another Man,a Man who surely deserves me,but I think you do" from lovefool

(Though I preffer the covers by Postmodern Jukebox)

🐚 What do you do to feel close to each other when you have to be apart?

Well I sometimes message him,or Grab his shirt,or talk as if he was there.

Well for him is either message or stare at the painting I gave him.

 🤗 How do you and your FO(s) express affection for each other? Do you tend to engage in PDA?

Vega is not full on on PDA bcs all shadaloo members Will tease the ever living hell out of him,but in home hes so clingy.

Arm around my waist,or a peck on the lips, he lays down on my chest and puts my hands on his hair,not caring if I have my hands busy.

🧗‍♂️ Are you and/or your FO(s) the adventurous types? What kind of adventures do you undergo together?

Im more of stay at home,but every now and then I go out with him and cause some trouble ;)

💋 What are the kisses you share typically like? What kind of kisses do you prefer? (eg. ‘good morning’ kiss, ‘i missed you’ kiss, kisses in the rain, etc.)

All kisses are good,but I love unexpected ones, im cooking?kiss, he is cleaning his claw? KISS.

😚 What was your first kiss with your FO(s) like?  How did you and your FO(s) react?

Oof,my first kiss with Vega was uh,kind of unexpected (of you read Bewitching Eyes youll know).

But since thats more of a fic than what really happened idk. (Though my first kiss with him was when he got all sad bc his narcissistic ass failed on something and he felt bad).

🧸 Do you have any items irl that remind you of your FO(s)?

Well that gemstone pendant,but I wanna get something proper!.

🍯 Do you and your FO (s) use pet names for each other?

Ooof yes! All in spanish...and theres Plenty of them!

📚 How do you spend your free time together? Do you usually go out or do you prefer to stay in?

Well I tend to stay at home,cuddles,movie or him hanging out while I paint.

💕 Would a stranger meeting you and your FO(s) for the first time be able to tell that you’re together? If so, how would they be able to tell?

HOOOO BOY when hes not in shadaloo he get so so clingy, he Will wrap himself around me and walk like that.

🥰 What was the first thing that attracted you to your FO(s)? What was the first thing that attracted them to you? Who fell first?

Oh Man....

So uh,what first attracted me to Vega was the fact that he was a spaniard ( I HAVE A TYPE)

And him...idk,people tend to tell me either my eyes or my personality so idk ?

OH AND I FELL FIRST TRUST ME.

🌱 How have you and your FO(s) changed each others’ lives?

Well, Vega does Keep stuff interesting around my other f/os so y'know, a bit of spice every now and then, but hes a fresh batch of air bc I dont usually go for fighting game f/os so its all New!.

And how I changed his life? Hmmm well i do see him acting just a tiny bit more humble,just a tiny bit bcs hes Vega,and he is starting to let himself be less harsh on himself .

🦒 Is there a height difference between you and your FO(s)? Do you have to make any accommodations because of this? (eg. pulling the other down to kiss them, the taller one lifting up the shorter one to reach high shelves, etc.)

Hes a tall boyo,and im 5'5 SO IMAGINE,but for everything he lifts me up.

😘 Which of you is the tease? Is the seduction a success? 

Vega is a tease,and ofc its a succes,im too in love and he knows it.

👀 Any spicy headcanons about your FO(s)/your relationship?

He has a hair pulling kink, I gotta disclose this, ELIZABETH THIS IS TEASING MATERIAL IM HANDING THIS TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATE.

Also loves plenty of hickeys (were no-one can see them).

🕯 How would you and your FO(s) pass the time if the power went out?

I sleep until it comed back up, so sleeping togheter!.

 💘 How did you and your FO(s) meet? What was your first interaction like? Was it love at first sight or did you take some time to warm up to each other?

I fell for him at first sight,he took some time but y'know ;) .

🤩 What do you most admire about your FO(s)? What do they admire most about you?

I admire his fighting skills, I CANNOT fight im too pacific for that( except when I get mad)

And idk what he admires about me...I should ask him (more like interrogate him) bc he wont admit shit.

I THINK ITS ALL OF THEM????????????

MAN THAT WAS A MOUTHFUL HOLY FUCK

[riveires]

precursor

@toauz / @twentysixdegrees

BOM

( / she paces, antsy. the good(?) kind, fingers not exactly shaking, the rest of her body prepared to feel a high that’s to come ) first of all, you’ll know not to call it the roarin’ 50s. ( / not that a bruise would be left on rhys’ arm if she were to hit him for even thinking it. she glances at lifeboat, then at margot next, rhys last. clasps her hands together as she finally stands still in front of said time machine, tilting her head, letting out a sigh ) we’re not getting on this until i stop feeling this rush all by myself.

RHYS

[ > he leans against one of the steel pillars keeping their little hideaway from collapsing on itself, arms crossed. machinery isn't unfamiliar to him. in fact, he'd been introduced to many a contraption in the military that he had learned the mechanics of, but this one...there's something he inherently distrusts about it all, even if connor-freaking-mason says it will timetravel them. ] weren't the 20s the decade that roared? [ > pushing off, he walks closer, standing a bit behind bom, still. a good soldier trusts his higher ups, so - ] well, chief - wanna tell me something that's taboo to do in the 50s, so i don't commit a faux pas? [ > to his right, margot. ] you good, captain?

MARGOT

( / the key—or "goober" as she affectionately calls it—is deep inside her hoodie pockets—a card chip about as thin as a nail, but with enough processing power to put the highest OS on the market to bust. a little too wired to be on the blueprint for the next line of PCs, so why not just leave it on the backburner for the next best thing? ) ( / somehow next best thing is code for a state of the art time machine, but it's connor. it's 0-100 a mile a minute whenever he's involved. getting Bookworm Babe and Army Adonis up in here is just another way to push the limit. ) yeah. real peachy. ( / even if her semi-pinched expression might say otherwise—blame it on the "what the hell" thought that loops through her head for the umpteenth time ) ( / pushes herself off the beat-up sofa to stand next to bom as well, give the Lifeboat a once-over ) we'll have it easier than Bill and Ted if that'll help with the nerves. trip-wise.

RHYS

[ > the side of his lip pulls down and out, and he watches both of their backs carefully. always been terrible at faces, which is why he pays close attention to their mannerisms, instead. ] [ > not that he's been given all that long to get to know them...agent christopher moved fast, connor mason moved faster, and he's not sure that he's ever seen anyone with as much anxious energy as margot. ] i don't understand that reference. [ > or someone vibrating such terribly contained excitement as bom. ] the excitement is endearing. hell, i’d be feeling the same way if i were in your shoes. [ > but he's not. the only shoes he's in are his own, and though he doesn't think he'll need to fight tooth or nail in 1950s hollywood, his first mistake would be to completely let down his guard. ] now is there a special way to climb into this thing or should i just run, jump, and hope for the best? 

BOM 

( / nudges margot’s shoulder gently with the push of her palm, pointing her finger at her soon after. i got that reference, she mouths, nerves simultaneously eased just thinking of the comparison point indeed. ) 

how curt. ( / has her head turned back towards lifeboat, smiling tightlipped, choosing not to look back at him right away in case he really is being sarcastic after all. she spares margot a glance once more, sneaking another one that lasts a little longer in the same breath. ) also, i’m sure whatever “bad” flies now will definitely fly like it’s nothing there. ( / purses her lips in thought, squinting at the sight of the door ) get ready to be mistaken as siblings, spoken down to like we don’t speak the damn language, all that jazz.

MARGOT

( / a flash of exasperation across her features, half thank you and half can you believe this guy? ) ( / really, it's not that serious, but that's between her and bom ) ( / out loud and with a dismissive wave: ) no need. ( / delivers the side of the lifeboat a good kick, which triggers the stairs to fold out. something that should be automatic, but that's just one last minute discovery bug in the design to work through once they return. priorities. ) ( / she does the honors of climbing into the lifeboat first, goober in hand to slide it in as you would with coins into a slot machine and jackpot: baby blinks to life, lights and circuitry flickering on as they should. it's always easier to breathe when you're in your element. ) speaking of jazz, there's never a bad time for some mood music. ( / kidding! unless...? ) 

BOM

( / if overthinking is as much of rhys’ thing as it is her own, they’re definitely in for a ride. she follows suit, taking him as a ladies first type of guy. something about him... ) ( / when she’s inside with margot, the time and space between just the two of them alone brief, bom is quiet enough for him to not hear from outside. ) do you think he knows jack about that, too?

MARGOT

( / she matches her in volume ) we'll find out. ( / if not now then eventually, what with the way this "mission" has them buckled up for a ride and a half. nothing like shared history to bring people together—literally ) ( / grins and it's a full show of teeth ) but that's what you're here for if he doesn't, doc. ( / fingers dance over the dashboard, thinking to take the opportunity by the horns before he gets on board ) i'm down for taking bets if you are.

BOM

( / the hairs on the back of her neck rise when she catches glimpse of margot’s smile, eyes shifting literally anywhere else for a second before flitting over to “check on” rhys ) depends on what your idea of one is. ( / for this round anyway )

RHYS

[ > he sees the professor and their pilot climb into the lifeboat out of his peripherals. he gives agent christopher a small, relaxed salute. it's really just the hand motion, and his commander would roll over in his grave if he saw, but it's been a few since his time in the service anyways. but also - fuck him ] i may be older the both of you, but my hearing isn't that bad. [ > he sits on the little space between in and out, half of his body slung in and the other half needing a second longer. ] 'course i know jazz - played in jazz band in high school. saxophone. [ > ant then, he slings his body in, watching as the door closes behind him. ] [ > there's a look of wonder of his face but he doesn't care. eyes passing over everything on the inside, he whistles a tone, somewhere between an f and a g. ] never would i have thought i'd be here, with you two. [ > an honest smile, directed at the two he's sharing a space with. it feels weird - but this isn't an alpha-male, guard your emotions-type of shit. his therapist had helped him work through a lot of that, so he's trying to be mindful, and not fall back into that. baby steps. ] just a retired soldier getting called back into some type of service, for something i know nothing about. i'll be relying on you both quite a bit, but know that you can rely on me for anything. [ > camaraderie is a slow build of shared experiences, earned trust, and developed loyalty - but it always starts somewhere. ] i'll always do my best for you both, i promise.

MARGOT

only by what, two years? ( / well color her surprised. guess what they say about first impressions are true, after all. sweet, and a band kid to boot? huh! ) still, my mistake. ( / margot's eyes slide over to bom anyway in unspoken mischief. maybe this deal's off the table, but for next time, count her in. ) ( / the machine hums electric beneath her hands, steady like a pulse, yet it feels like she's standing on the edge of a cliff ) ( / freefall has never felt so new, so real. ) and likewise.  ( / her attention turns to the screen ) can't promise much other than a smooth ride to and fro, but it's a decent start. (  / back to the other two. ) y'all ready for this thing? 

BOM

( / is "too sweet" a thing? something tells bom rhys will never get there, this equal parts comforting and cause for curiosity more than concern. margot's a treat in another way, probably has been as cool as she is since the second grade. with all three of them on board for dixieland alone, the uneasy feeling in her stomach lessens just a bit. ) ( / she hopes she can promise even half of what the other two have the offer in her own way, holding on for the ride, as snug as can be. her turf's moments away. ) if you are. 

RHYS

as much as i'll ever be [ > he's impressed by the confidence in which margot navigates through the immensely complicated looking control panel, and he feels a little more relaxed by it in response. ] [ > a process keeps him sane, it keeps him focused. so when he feels like his soul is getting tugged out through his navel and shoved back into his head through his eyeballs, rhys tries to center himself by running through the facts of their mission: rittenhouse - big bad. more surveillance and scouting than actual engagement, but it never hurts to be prepared - ] [ > now, he just wants someone to confirm: holy shit, did they actually just time travel? ]  that is the strangest sensation i have ever experienced in my life.

[mariposalass]

Bonding Over Tree Decorating (Decorating)

Summary: Christmas is fast approaching and decorating for the season is among the first things on people’s Christmas to-do list, but for Mari and her adopted siblings, it was among the things they didn’t got to do it together as siblings until after Harry’s Deathly Hallows misadventures...

Notes: Day 1 for @silentlyfangirlingselfshipper​’s A Very Shippy Christmas event, theme is decorating. The F/Os featured here are obviously my adopted siblings Harry and Kairi. I have an idea of how it felt like having him around than just him sending gifts letters to us for the first time, and this is going to be a tad angsty and yet overwhelmed by happy memories. Also, I just realize that I end up having to deal with 2 prompts involving Christmas trees! Whoops, I hope you don’t mind this twice the tree fest from me, Browen.

Tags: a very shippy Christmas, Phoenix Wiz, Princess of Light, Christmas decorating, mild angst, backstory time, adopted siblings, July Babies, passing mention of child abuse, crossovers, fluff overload

It felt so weird having Kuya Harry with us for Christmas this time. Don’t know why, but the fact he had to be stuck in Hogwarts for 2 years and then went on Horcrux hunting while me and Kai are in Daly City nearly felt like a common deal for us. Yet we are here, finally together as a family in one place for Christmas, it’s been months since he had disowned his canon realm in the UK and breaking up with Ginny and the pain he felt still linger for months.

When we first became us 3 July Babies, one of the first things he revealed to us was that he never got to enjoy major holidays that often to due to his rough upbringing under his birth relatives, the Dursleys, and Christmas at Hogwarts was often very special to him. I’m honestly shocked by how badly treated he was in said relatives’ hands yet he felt more welcomed at a boarding school stuffed inside a castle, however it became more obvious that he was slowly distancing himself from the nostalgia he had for the school and the wizarding community in the UK as his letters can attest. One of the letters from his fifth year mentioned how splendidly decorated Hogwarts gets during Christmas yet he couldn’t feel confidant in decorating for the holidays to save his life. Back then, I will admit that I kinda felt jealous of Harry having to see such seasonal glory in an old castle like Hogwarts then.

Somehow, this could explain why our parents (my own parents, his and Kairi’s forever parents) thought of having us to spend time in helping them to decorate our old home for the holidays that cold December day. Dad pulled out boxes marked for Christmas decor from storage onto the family room for us to look into and begin our not so little task of unboxing Christmas decoration and the decorating afterwards. Harry was under the weather then, having to deal with a stuffy nose and going through the boxes while sneezing at random intervals.

“AHH-CHOOO!!!” he sneezed off for what felt like the 15th time.

“Are you okay over there, big brother?” Kairi asked him as Dad brought forth the last box of decorations.

“Not so much,” he groaned in response, wiping his nose down and with a speech that felt nauseated.

“It’s so great to have all 3 of you in one place,” Mom smiled as she helped Dad in opening the boxes, “I didn’t think that we would have you 3 being with each other, sharing the holiday fun until now.”

“I could blame the distance and weird circumstances Harry had to deal with for the separation,” I shrugged back.

“Honey, that is not a good thing to blame what happened in the past for your brother’s rough journey before he returned home: there is nothing we could to change it even if we wanted to,” Mom scolded before instructing me and my siblings to help Dad in unpacking more of the decorations and the realistic faux tree from the boxes.

Unboxing the storage and old cardboard boxes had old decorations the Tan family have for many years since moving to California: ornaments of various shapes and styles, strings of lights, garlands, small figurines, and other assorted items. It’s a hodge podge mess of colors, materials, and textures, but there were part of the family regardless. This was before we all had transitioned to pre-lit Christmas trees, hence the struggles of untangling the string lights back in those days. We had a bit of trouble with those lights giving us a hard time to control with, our parents had to tell us not to be on a rush in untangling them (which explained why we were giving ourselves a hard time, along with Harry’s nervousness at the time), so we carefully untangled them as our parents set up the tree far away from the fireplace.

Dad and Mom soon focused their attention on setting up the Nativity set near the entry way in a glass enclosure so no one would accidentally damaged it as they arrive and decorating the outdoors while we kids were responsible for the tree decorating, to be fair, we were a little stumped then when the task fell onto us, little did we knew that it would be one of our favorite things to do on Christmas. The 3 of us first had a fight over which to put on the tree first: the lights, the garlands, the ornaments? Man, it nearly got messy if we didn’t get on a hold on ourselves and stop yelling at each other, lest we want to face the wrath of our otherwise loving parents.

As we began to adjust and spun the string lights, I noticed tears coming from Kuya’s eyes, it didn’t look like ones he shed in moments after having nightmares or whenever he got sad, they were made of happiness. Me and Kairi were completely confused by the situation, still we went back at it and, once the lights were in place, we shifted our task to messing around with the garlands and placing ornaments onto the branches. While we were decorating the tree, we were enjoying ourselves as we talked about what was our day like and shared stories, laughter and chattering filled the room as we slowly filled the tree up with mismatched decorations. And oh yeah, he also has to deal with me and Kairi teasing him over the colds and him & Issa being now officially a couple to no end. By the time our parents returned from the Nativity scene building, they were surprised to see that we finished our chore pretty fast (though it took around 15 minutes for us to have it done). But before Dad could light up the tree, we know there was something missing on that tree: something on the top of the tree.

That’s when we spotted a square box holding a gold sparkly star topper that we haven’t opened up yet, and I do know why: we nearly forgot it throughout the decorating session, yikes! So Dad opened the topper’s box, took it out of the plastic holder, and approached Harry, handing it over to him while he spoke, “Harry, son. I know that we didn’t get to see you a lot during this time of the year for the last 3 years and that the your previous upbringing prevented you from having some holiday spirit and love with your old folks. Still, you, along with your sisters, mean so much to us and the family: we love and treat each of you the same with the same love and care without any favorites, because no person on Earth should be deprived of having love and family during the holidays, regardless of what happened before. So I would like to ask you to put the star topper onto the tree top this year.”

“Really? You, you really mean it, D-d-d-Dad?!?” he began to stuttered in shock upon hearing those words, still sounding nasally from the colds and not sure if he could sneeze again like he did earlier.

“Yes, Harry, I do mean it,” he smiled back in response, giving him a soft nudge towards the ladder next to the tree, “Go ahead, we’re here for you. If ever you did slip and fall off the ladder for whatever reason, your Mom and I will be there to cushion your fall.”

Nerves were shaking and his smile betrayed in anxiety, but my big brother bravely took to the ladder, carefully climbing them up with the star topper on hand before slipping it onto the tree top with hardly a problem. We watched in awe as it happened and there was a great sense of pride from all of us at that moment, he felt the same as well. As he got down from the ladders, both me and Kairi rushed over to him and hugged him tightly as we could. Our parents watched on with happy tears from their eyes as we had this moment.

Now it has been years since then and tree decorating is a cherished part of our lives. As soon as we remove the Thanksgiving decor in favor of the Christmas ones, we often share a lot of talk and stories as we always do nowadays and with friends as well. We had changed out most of decorations as we moved into our current place a few years ago, allowing our parents and grandparents to keep them for their own use, but that gold glitter star topper remained a part of our Christmas traditions. As we finish unboxing the decorations from their boxy caves every early December or late November (depending on the schedule), we also have to make sure that the star topper is out of the box and take it out of the plastic holder too so we won’t forget about it.

Just earlier this afternoon as we began to wrap up in the tree decorating, Harry decided to pass the topper portion to me, placing the star topper onto my hand, and, when I asked him why me this time, he replied that he was thinking about that one Christmas memory & how much our family & the fam bunch mean so much to him these days, and he felt that it was now my turn to do it as well. He didn’t forgot about the ladder either and he reassured me if I somehow fall out off the ladder, he and Philip will be there to catch me, breaking my fall softly. I gave him a weak smile, thinking that he might be nuts, before I climbed up the ladder and placed the star topper onto the tree top. Just like what happened 10 years ago, everyone cheered for me as I got down the ladder and was greeted with my siblings, my sister-in-law, and dear Philip’s warm hug, and it was overwhelmingly sweet: I couldn’t be any prouder.

Maybe one day we might pass this down onto our future children someday? For now, we all enjoy sharing the moment of decorating the Christmas tree.

The End