#this is not the first time shes cried into her macaroni but it is the first time she was doing so out of happiness-

[erughostcat]

a scene from my fic Just Desserts, chapter 2 in which they are silly and very soft

[aquasoftware]

His baby. ⪩✿⪨

No warnings just Nanami being a dad (fluff) + ML.

Girldad!Kento, who pulls the classic "Go ask your mother." When his daughter wants something but eventually gives in, shaking his head with a slight smile once she brings out the big doe eyes and pleading combo. "I'll see what I can do." He says as he acknowledges her request.

Girldad!Kento, who supports his daughter's little dreams and gives her wads of cash to start her snack business at school, then once she quickly sells out, she finds hidden colorful sticky notes at the bottom in her big tote bag telling her how proud he is.

Girldad!Kento, who teaches his daughter how to save money when he finds out she spent most of her earnings on Doordash and Roblox.

Girldad!Kento, who covers his red face in embarrassment when his daughter dolls him up for a tea party, wearing a comically large powder pink tutu paired with a plastic silver crown as she records tik-toks forcing his two left feet to dance.

Girldad!Kento, who proudly wears his daughter's homemade bracelets that she made from a gifted hobby lobby bracelet kit to work anytime he gets handed a new one, not at all caring about the idiotic snickers he gets from his co-workers. Kento's favorite bracelet that he'll forever keep safe is one that has lettered black and white charms saying "Best dad."

Girldad!Kento, who never gets tired of the crafted macaroni gifts, whether it's on a card for his birthday, a picture frame for Christmas, or a macaroni necklace for Father's Day to him, it's always the thought that counts.

Girldad!Kento, who gets spoiled by his wife and his daughter, receiving two packed lunches for work. He was intensely observant of his daughter's latest interest, which this time became those junior cooking shows eager to try out a new recipe. Yet although it wasn't the best tasting food in the world, he still scarfed down his daughter's cooking as if it were his last meal.

Girldad!Kento, who awakens to the horrified cries of his precious child, begging "Papa, there's a monster in my room; can I sleep with you and mama tonight...?" He couldn't deny that, swiftly enough you both accepted her with open arms in your shared bed.

Girldad!Kento, who encourages his child to do a sport, feeling his heart melt as his little girl picks ballet.

Girldad!Kento, who spam calls you while you're at work so you can guide him through doing makeup for her ballet recitals. "That's the last step? Okay, I promise I'll get some videos for you, honey!" He reassures you, understanding that you don't want to miss a moment.

Girldad!Kento, who humiliates his poor daughter at the recital jumping up and screaming "That's my baby!"

Girldad!Kento, who never misses a PTA meeting or a parent-teacher conference meeting.

Girldad!Kento, who knew no amount of pep talks from you could prepare him for his baby getting her first period, halfway panicking in Walgreens, snatching up every sanitary napkin possible as soon as he got the text, picking her up from school early due to how bad it got getting her favorite comfort food to cheer her up afterwards.

Girldad!Kento, whose heart absolutely shattered hearing the sentence "Papa, I'm way too old for dolls now." What did she mean she was ready to give up Monster High and Barbie's? The saddened blonde refused to let his baby grow up even though he knew he had to.

Girldad!Kento, who almost sheds a tear when he finds out other cruel kids have been picking on her, calling her ugly, so instead of a typical lecture, he gave a warm embrace reminding her how beautiful she is.

Girldad!Kento, who will sob his eyes out at every single graduation, including elementary, middle, high-school, and soon eventually college, needing at least five boxes of tissues to himself at her middle school graduation, not even being able to fathom how he'd handle her high school graduation.

Girldad!Kento, who loves his daughter unconditionally.

8/28/24 11:59pm

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 11

Part 10

“-The castle has many defenses. But those unknown by the dragons may have a chance to cast a charm. I urge you to make off with the treasure first. The princess has her own wings.”

Eddie had watched the video over and over again. He’d even saved it, just in case the post got deleted. His leg bounced where he sat on the couch. His hands ached to hold his mate, to embrace his pup, to know that they were safe in his arms again.

Jeff was pacing back and forth, just as agitated. “He’s sending us a hidden message. ‘The castle has many defenses’.”

“These folks are rich, they’ve probably got cameras around the place”, Gareth said.

“‘Those unknown by the dragons’...”, Grant echoed from the video. “The dragons are probably his parents. What does he mean by being unknown and able to cast a charm?”

Eddie suddenly stood and snapped his fingers. “His parents only met me and Jeff. They probably won’t recognize you and Gare.”

Jeff stopped his pacing. “You guys might have a chance to sneak in and get the girls.”

“And then Steve can get away on his own”, Gareth said.

Eddie suddenly felt lighter. “That means we’ve got one chance. If they realize too soon what’s going on, they’re going to make it tighter than Fort Knox.” ----------------------

“I don’t even know if I should let you out of the house after that stunt with Findlay”, Margaret said. “Do you know what Betty Rockville said to me today? She asked if I preferred potato salad or macaroni salad. A Rockville! The shame of it all.”

“Isn’t she in the middle of planning a wedding?”, Steve asked, knowing that wasn’t the point.

“It was a slight at my offense and you know that. I’ve raised you to at least recognize that much. A Rockville, Steven! Our family has stood shoulder to shoulder with great families in this country. Kennedys and Reagans. And Betty Rockville thinks she can say that to me.”

Steve looked at his father imploringly. He didn’t regret what he did, but there was only so much of his mother that he could take like this. Layton took pity on him and cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you give Steve the good news, Margaret?”

Steve raised a brow. “Good news?”

His mother settled a little at that. “I’ve narrowed it down to three venues and you’ll never guess what’s available.”

“Available for what?”

“Your wedding, of course. You have to plan these things in advance, you know.”

“I know. I’m already married.” And it had been a beautiful ceremony. Steve had cried at least three times. 

Margaret waved a hand at that. “Annulled before you know it. We’ll get rid of that bite as well.”

Steve just sighed, ready to walk off and sulk in his room when the doorbell rang. His father continued to read the paper while his mother sorted through correspondences from the mail, knowing the doorman would answer it. And just as they expected, he did. And moments later, Chesley came to them with a man in a gray jumpsuit carrying a large duffle bag. It took absolutely everything in Steve to keep himself sitting and not jump into Gareth’s arms.

He wasn’t even looking at Steve, instead simply tipping his hat to his mother and father. Chesley cleared his throat.

“Exterminator, sir and ma’am.”

“I don’t remember hiring an exterminator”, Layton said.

“Do we have vermin in our home?”, Margaret nearly hissed.

“It won’t be a problem miss”, Gareth said. “I just need to inspect the problem areas of the house and then I can set up traps.”

“Layton, we’re having guests next week, we can’t have mice running around the place”, Margaret said, panic pitching her voice. “Chesley, have Tabitha show him around.”

“Oh, don’t bother Tabitha”, Steve finally spoke up and got to his feet. “I can show him around.”

The idea of little critters running around the house had her so frazzled, Margaret didn’t even fight him on it. It was only when they were nearly out of the room that she called out after them.

“Remember your virtue Steven!”

Steve would have groaned in embarrassment if he’d been with an actual stranger. As if he’d just fuck anyone who came through the door!

“She’s lovely”, Gareth said the moment they were deep enough in the hallway.

Steve couldn’t hold back anymore and he pushed Gareth against the wall as he kissed him. He had missed this. His actual family, genuine love, real affection. He would have scented Gareth if he didn’t know his mother would sniff it out immediately and make another comment about his virtue and tighten the leash even more.

“Are you okay?”, Gareth panted after the kiss. “They haven’t been hurting you?”

Steve shook his head and then grabbed his wrist to pull him into one of the guest rooms and locked the door.

“What’s the plan?”, he asked, voice hushed.

“You’re probably not gonna like it”, Gareth said as he set the duffle bag down and unzipped it.

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“I realize I’ve yet to take Steve’s measurements”, Margaret said.

“He doesn’t appear to have grown much since college”, Layton commented.

“He’s had children, my dear. Plural. He’s put on weight, I just don’t know how much. It would be nice if he could fit into my wedding dress but we might need other options.”

Layton smiled. “You’ve always wanted to take him bridal shopping, ever since he presented.”

“Well what mother doesn’t dream of it?” She set down the letters in her hand, already thinking of the guest list. “I have measuring tape, maybe I should do it now.”

“He’s escorting the exterminator”, Layton reminded her.

“Don’t use the word ‘escorting’, it sounds indecent.”

While his folks were having that conversation, Steve was struggling to keep his scent calm. He couldn’t believe that this was the best plan they could come up with. But then again, it was pretty short notice, so he couldn’t blame them entirely. They had no idea what his parents would do to him or the pups while they were locked away in this dungeon. 

But still…

He could never tell the twins that he’d let this happen when they were older. He could just hear it now. ‘You’ll let us get kidnapped but we can’t go to a party?’

When they got to the nursery, he told Eleanor that she could take her break now. Steve wasn’t entirely sure what he’d tell her when she returned and there were no babies but that wasn’t important right now.

Violet was sound asleep in her crib. That was good. Vanessa was up and active, playing with a book but her attention was immediately grabbed by Gareth and Steve. She smiled big, arms going in the air and Gareth scooped her up. 

“You ready to get back home, kid?”

Vanessa’s reply was to grab for his hair and pull it towards her mouth. Gareth pulled it out of her grasp and then checked in on Violet, soundly asleep.

“Okay, Operation Cabbage Patch is a go.”

“Of course you guys would call it that”, Steve sighed as he carefully lifted Violet up. 

“Steven? Where did you go? I want to measure you for your dress”, his mother’s voice sounded from the hallway, causing both men to freeze. 

Steve kissed Gareth’s cheek, three times for his other three loves and then set Violet back down. He would have to put all his faith and trust into them while he kept his mother distracted. He walked out, closing the door behind him and calling out to his mother to keep her away from the nursery while Gareth continued the plan.

He set Vanessa down and then opened the bag he had brought along. Inside was soft and cushiony as well as strapping. He placed Violet inside and strapped her in just like it was a carseat. She only shifted slightly, rubbing her eye before settling again. Gareth kissed her forehead, then zipped the bag back up.

He put Vanessa in, and they were secured, foot to foot. Vanessa cooed a bit, but mostly just appeared curious. He just hoped she didn’t make too much noise as they moved.

Gareth carefully lifted the duffle bag by its straps. He wanted to cradle it, but knew that would look unnatural. He left the nursery and thankfully remembered his way back to the front door. A nondescript white van was waiting outside. Grant was at the wheel. As bad as it felt to only have the job half done, they figured it would have to be this way.

The Harringtons had let Steve go once and he went and became the pack omega to a band of musicians. Just as the group had expected, even if they were able to lay eyes on Steve, he wasn’t left alone for long enough to make a real escape. At least not when the girls’ wellbeing was on the line.

Gareth opened the back of the van just as Vanessa began to whine. He shut the doors and opened the bag. In preparation for the plan, car seats had been secured. The moment Gareth had the girls safe in their seats, he told Grant to go. 

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Eddie and Jeff both wished they could have been home while Gareth and Grant went through with the plan, but they had their own part to play. Steve’s video had been picked up both by news outlets and the gossip rags and Corroded Coffin needed to give their official statement. A police report had been filed, just to cover their bases.

And soon it would be out in the world that the Harringtons were under investigation. Jeff and Eddie went on a radio show, first apologizing to the fans for cutting their promotions short but hoping they’d understand the severity of the situation. By the time the interview was over, they both received a text from Grant simply stating ‘They’re home’.

For once, Jeff didn’t chastise Eddie’s reckless driving. Fuck anyone else on the road, they had to get back. Once they were home, the door was all but torn off its hinges.

And there they were. Vanessa, holding herself up with her hands on the couch. Violet, on her back, trying to eat her own foot. Jeff saw the moment Vanessa saw him, her lips spreading wide and bouncing on her feet in glee as he rushed to hold her. Her giggles were punctuated by the kisses he put all over her face.

Violet didn’t realize Eddie was in the room until she was already in his arms. He could tell by the scrunch in her face that she wanted to be mad at having her foot eating activity interrupted but once she saw who had interrupted it, all was forgiven. Eddie rubbed their cheeks together, feeling more like himself than he had in days. 

“They barely smell like him”, Jeff noted sadly. 

Before, Violet and Vanessa smelled like a combination of their parents. They sometimes carried notes of other pack members too, but Eddie, Steve, and Jeff were the most prevalent. The fact that they hardly carried any of Steve’s scent spoke volumes. 

“They’re home now”, Eddie said, reassuring himself just as much as Jeff. 

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Steve somehow survived the impromptu fitting without much of a beating to his self esteem. He hadn’t been good enough when he was playing three sports in high school, he definitely wasn’t going to be good enough after having twins. He foresaw plenty of lean meals in his future.

Gareth had wanted to leave a scent token with Steve, something to hold him over and soothe him now that he would be completely alone. As much as Steve yearned for it, he resisted. It was too risky to have around. Gareth ended up leaving him with something even better instead.

A phone.

Part 12

We're doin another socmed chapter! So just like before, comment or reblog with how you'd react in universe to the events so far, be it Steve's video, CC's abrupt schedule change or whatever and it'll show up in the next chapter :)

[artdcnaldson]

IVE MISSED U!!!! sorry i haven’t been cooking lately……… my first time ever working a mon-fri job and im SO EEPY!!!!!!! i fell asleep while eating macaroni last night…………….

but ur mind. as always. patrick wants to hate the baby sooo bad. hates how things changed. wants to blame her. but he looks at her wittle face. her big eyes. how she has art’s nose. he wants to cry and scream and throw up etc. he wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to her bassinet and just stares. can’t believe she’s actually a human with like. little organs. idk.

when she’s teething and can’t stop crying heeee cries with her. hates seeing her in pain……. wishes he could take it all away from her.

it scares him kinda how much he loves her. how he #wants to be called dad. kinda. secretly. it scares him so so much, he’d never admit it

also thinking when he got the vasectomy you were pregnant…………… and he doesn’t tell anyone. comes home and u guys are like wow how was ur day! and he’s like good just got a vasectomy 😃 and once u realize he’s not joking you get sooo pissed. pregnancy hormones and all of that. sigh

-🩰

GODDDDD

pat who loves you and art's baby so much :(((

He remembers when his sister had her first baby, and she explained loving her kids with such a ferocity— that her life comes second now, and she's happy knowing that.

And he gets it now. He never liked coming in second place, feeling lesser than someone. Maybe he is jealous that you and Art love the baby so much that it feels like he's being squeezed out of their lives. But maybe he's also squeezing things away to make space for her too.

He used to hate thinking of being a dad, but then you wrap your arms around him while he's soothing the baby back to sleep and whisper sleepily that, he's "doing a good job. She likes you, Pat." And suddenly it doesn't feel as daunting.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

One in the Chamber

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Titans, Justice League

Summary: AU where Jason dies under different circumstances, changing Bruce's life forever.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Barbara Gordon, Grant Emerson, Eddie Bloomberg, Danny Chase

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Jason Todd Dies, Bruce Wayne Hallucinates, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson Have a Complicated Relationship, Bruce Wayne's POV

Chapter Two: Kids

I remember Jason fresh out of the hospital when I dream of him. He’s lethargic, slumped to one side in his chair. His head is shaved completely because the doctors left it uneven when they performed the surgery. His eyes are sunken in as he stares into space. He doesn’t speak in these dreams. He groans continuously. It’s a lingering noise that haunts me always. I never dream of him as I want to. I always see him like this. There’s an emptiness in his eyes like all the fight’s left his body. I push him along in his chair, and he waves a hand to stop me. Then, I hear a sound that wakes me out of my sleep. A gun pops, and I don’t have enough time to see what happens next before I wake up sweating and shaking. 

I got up and searched for Jason until Dick grabbed me. “Jason’s not here,” Dick whispered, “Jason’s gone. He—.”

I don’t remember what happened afterward. My mind went back to Jason. Fresh out of the hospital and leaning in his chair. I remember our first dinner together. Dick stopped by to join us. “I’d like to make a toast,” Dick announced, “Here’s to home-cooked meals and housebound brothers.”

Jason half-smiled and raised his glass with his left hand. The attack made him weak on his right side, so he started favoring his left. He tried to speak, but we saw in his face that he was lost. A weak, slurred laugh to save face rolled off his tongue and his eyes drooped. We knew he was tired, but he came to dinner anyway. Finally, the words found him. “Glad to be h-hhhome. Thanks,” Jason stammered. 

Dick smiled, but he had tears in his eyes. He cried a lot when Jason was in the hospital. He held back tears every day Jason was lucid enough to notice. It was little hiccups like that that made Dick hold his breath and tear up. I couldn’t blame him. We almost lost Jason completely. “Did you tell Donna I said hi?” 

In my head, I always commended him when he got through a whole sentence. Maybe he could see it in my eyes because he shut down every time he looked at me. I tried to stop, but it was a knee-jerk reaction. Jason closed his eyes and turned away from me. “I did. She’ll stop by once she’s over and done with her mission,” Dick replied. 

“How’s Roy? Is the baby okay?” Jason asked. 

“He’s good. Lian’s good… He loves being a dad,” Dick smiled.

Jason smiled as he scooped up his macaroni. “You—? You ever thought about it?” Jason questioned. 

Dick set his fork down. “About what?” Dick asked in reply. 

“Kids,” Jason whispered, “Do you ever w—?” Jason stalled as he tried to force the word out. “Want kids?”

Dick rubbed his neck and looked down at his plate with wide eyes. “Well, sure. Why are you asking?” Dick replied. Jason chuckled.

“Dunno… Just thought it’d be nice,” Jason replied, “Little people… Learning to walk... Learning to talk... Learning to eat—.”

“Jason—.”

“I’m just saying. It’d be nice. Maybe I’d have some company while you were on missions. Would you still—?” Jason gestured with the roll of a hand. 

“Well, Jason. I don’t know. I’m not having kids anytime soon. Besides, you’d be back on your feet before any kid of mine would be born,” Dick replied. 

“Why’s the question making you so nervous?” Jason asked. “You’d be good… A good dad. Kids love you… I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

Dick’s jaw tightened. Jason had no malice in him. He was wiped out by a simple conversation and a meal. He had no energy for arguments. “I know… It’s a weird time for me right now. Transitional time for everybody… It must be one of those years. When everything smooths out I’ll let you know,” Dick replied. 

“Wh—? What about you, Bruce? You ever thought about babies? Having—? Having any? Adopting any?” Jason asked. 

“I’m the last person—.”

“It might be good for—. For you. You don’t laugh anymore. I’d like it if you laughed,” Jason whispered. He looked down as he said it, frowning as if it were his fault. 

“Jason… I laugh,” I replied. Jason nodded. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t argue with me. Jason stopped arguing with me after the attack. I swallowed hard and took a sip of wine with my dinner. 

That’s how I remember Jason. He wasn’t that way the night it happened, but if I remember him upright… Walking. Laughing. Talking like he didn’t have a care in the world. I remember him at his most vulnerable because it makes more sense. I can’t remember him that night because he was so alive. Too alive. I can’t handle him that way.

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Dick’s sobbing woke me out of my sleep. I walked down the hall, disconnected from my body as I opened the door. Which door? Not sure. Don’t know. I opened the door and looked at Dick on his knees, his face pressed into Jason’s olive green tartan throw blanket. I always liked that blanket. “He needs you,” Jason whispered. I could almost feel his hand on my arm. I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. “You are not a son-less father. Don’t leave Dick as a fatherless son.”

“Dick,” I whispered. Dick wouldn’t stop crying. He couldn’t stop crying. So, I grabbed him and pulled him into my arms. It wasn’t in my nature to hold. I wasn’t a soft place to fall. I was stern, cold, and Dick was—. He was warm. He threw his arms around my child, shaking and sobbing like a child. I rubbed his back. 

“He should be in his bed,” Dick wept. I couldn’t think about it. I let the words pass through my ears. I didn’t want to hear him. I didn’t want to think about it. A knock at the door. The doorbell chimed. 

Detective O’Halloran. 

I told Dick to stay put before I headed down the stairs. I made my way down with an urgency, passing by Alfred on the way. “Master—.”

“I’ve got it, Alfred,” I interrupted as I answered the door. “Detective…”

“I understand this is a bad time for you, and your family—.” 

“I just woke up… What—?” I paused, looking down at the sweatshirt and then my hands. I hadn’t showered. I still had Jason’s blood on my hands. “Can we talk out here? I don’t want to upset my other son any more than I already have.”

She nodded and sat on the porch with me. “More than you have?” Detective O’Halloran questioned. 

It came to me in flashes. I tried to suppress it. I tried to push it down. Forget it. Erase it. The craving for vengeance that came with the memory. I couldn’t think of the man’s face under the stocking cap. I couldn’t think about how the gun was pointed at me. Meant for me. That bullet was mine. The blood should’ve been mine. Jason should’ve been the witness to the crime. Not the victim. 

“The gun. He pointed the gun at me. The shooter had the gun on me. I didn’t have time to hear what he was saying before Jason—. He jumped in front of me and I heard a bang. Jason turned toward me, and he had his hands—. One hand on his stomach. The blood just sort of—. It gushed out through his fingers,” I swallowed hard and shut my eyes. “He reached for me, and his fingers got caught in my buttons. They popped off and hit the ground on his way down. I caught him like—. I caught him like this.” I pantomimed a hugging motion. “His body was limp and he slipped through as he crumpled to the ground.” Then, my mind drifted. I knew what she wanted to hear, but I told her what happened and how I saw it, how I felt it. “I didn’t let his head hit the ground. I let him lay over my lap as I pressed my hand over his. He said, ‘It’s okay. It’s okay,’ but he couldn’t say it clearly. Blood came out of his mouth. He spit up blood. Threw it up. Choked on it. Someone called the police, and he looked at me with wild eyes. They danced. Back and forth, looking past me at the stars in the sky. And he touched my neck. I think he missed my face. He touched my neck, his thumb grazing my throat as he—.” 

Jason stood behind her, crossing his arms. “That’s not what she wants to know. She needs a description, Bruce. Let her do her job. Let her find him, so you won’t,” Jason replied. 

“Why were you in the alley?” Detective O’Halloran asked. 

“It was his birthday. He wanted to open up a clinic for single mothers. I thought it was a great idea, so we went to scope out the abandoned building near the theater… And he wanted to come down Crime Alley where we met—. Why? Do you think it was my fault?” I asked. “It probably was my fault.” I ran a hand through my hair. 

“Mr. Wayne, it wasn’t your fault. We’re just sifting through the details. Did your assailant say anything or take anything from either of you?” Detective O’Halloran questioned. 

“No. He didn’t—. He didn’t take anything. And I told you I didn’t hear anything. I saw the gun, and I saw Jason jump between us. The gun went off before Jason jumped in front of us. I remember that because I tensed up. My shoulders were up before Jason could step in front of me,” I answered. 

“Old habits die hard. Can’t say I’m sorry for doing it—.” 

I shook my head. “It isn’t how you remember—?”

“It is. I just—. I’m distracted,” I whispered. Jason told me he jumped over Sheila to shield her from the blast. He was too small to cover her completely. She died anyway. I knew he felt guilty about it. He couldn’t protect her in those last few moments. So, he must’ve believed he atoned for that failure by saving me. I didn’t want to be saved. I wanted Jason to live a full life. He lived half a life, and he died holding my hand. His cold little hand going limp in mine will haunt me forever.

[artificialbreezy]

hey girl heeeeey I'm the anon that sent the dad!matt thoughts 🫣 you definitely did it justice and I loved the way you went with it 🥹 (I had class all day so that's why it took me a while to send you a response lol). I'm in yearn city 24/7 365/366, so I'm always full of ideas. (also may or may not have cooked up a teensy little dad!folio one too) BUT on my drive home, I had yet another thought. for one of baby girl's Halloween costumes, Matt 100000% dresses her up as a little hobbit, he's Gandalf or Aragorn, and you're Arwen (disclaimer: I've only seen the Hobbit movies and not LOTR 🫣). she's got Matt's ears and them sticking out of the tiny curly hobbit wig is to die for. it's the cutest thing *EVER* because Halloween is so much more fun when you get to experience it as a kid and experience it through the eyes of a child. even Noah is like "well maybe Halloween/my birthday isn't that bad anymore" the very first time baby girl waddles up to him with a homemade macaroni card and tells him, in the cutest little kid voice "happy birthday uncle Nowah I made this for you. mama and papa only helpeded me with the hot glue so I wouldn't hurt my hands" and he may or may not have cried.

also my best friend had a baby back in february and my mom & her neighbor bought her the cutest little wheelbarrow and garden tool set for when she's older. it's literally so frickin cute

FAMILY COSTUMES HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

no one ask me about family costumes with Davis

Matt would be so specific with it all too. he’s gonna spend money on it, not a walmart costume. he’s on etsy getting custom made shit

he’s gonna make the most out of it, and when he’s taking her up to the door and her little ole self is dressed as the cutest little thing everyone crying

[fanficshiddles]

The Call Of Fate, Chapter 2

Jade went to join the Avengers for dinner, once she had calmed down after having another little meltdown at everything that had happened.

When she walked into the room to join them, she laughed internally when she looked at Loki, just knowing how old he was. She couldn’t really believe it.

She ended up sitting next to Natasha and Steve at the table, Loki was directly opposite her and gave her a wink when she sat down. She just raised an eyebrow at him in return.

‘Is everything ok with your room?’ Tony asked as Bruce dished up dinner.

‘Yeah, it’s really nice. Thanks.’ Jade smiled at him.

Dinner was Bruce’s home-made macaroni. Everyone started tucking in straight away. Jade was a few mouthfuls in when Vision suddenly asked a question.

‘Do you have any allergies we should know about?’

Jade continued eating while she answered. ‘Yeah, I’m lactose intolerant.’

Everyone froze and stared at her. And it was Loki’s turn to raise an eyebrow at her.

‘Stop eating that then!’ Steve cried out.

‘Ah it’s fine. Just open the windows later.’ Jade said as she took another forkful, making Loki snigger under his breath.

Jade looked around the table, noting them all staring at her still. ‘I’m just kidding… No allergies! Do you really think I wouldn’t know about all the dairy that goes into macaroni if I was lactose intolerant anyway? I’m not stupid.’

Thor laughed and so did Tony. Bruce just shook his head.

‘We don’t need another annoying prankster, please don’t be another Loki.’ Clint groaned.

‘God we definitely do not need another Loki.’ Wanda groaned.

‘I do not see what the problem would be with having another me.’ Loki said as he glared at Wanda.

She glared back at him. ‘I am not even going to give that a response.’

Wanda’s macaroni suddenly turned into heaps of little worms that started wriggling around in her bowl, trying to get out.

‘LOKI!’ She screamed at him as she sat back in shock.

He flicked his hand and they disappeared, her macaroni returning. She pushed the bowl away from her. ‘I can’t even look at that now.’ She got up and stormed off into the kitchen to get something else.

‘Loki, that was mean.’ Thor scolded his brother.

‘Would you rather I did it to yours?’ Loki offered.

‘It would take more than measly worms to put me off Bruce’s delicious macaroni.’ Thor laughed.

‘Is it always like this here?’ Jade asked Natasha quietly while the rest continued some bickering.

Jade had thought that the heroes would all be quite snobby, keep to themselves. But it seemed she was wrong.

‘Yep, ‘fraid so.’ Natasha nodded.

Jade looked around the table with the biggest smile. ‘Love it.’

Perhaps her time here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

-

The first night at the Avengers base, Jade didn’t sleep well. Everything was racing through her mind, about her parents and that she was royalty. That she was being forced to marry a man she had never even met before. What if he was an ugly ogre? Heck, she could deal with ugly as long as he was nice. But she had no idea what he was like.

When morning finally came, she showered and went for a walk around the base, keeping within the borders so she wouldn’t have to get followed again. Not that she had minded Loki fetching her, she quite liked him, probably the most out of them all so far.

In the distance, Clint was in the training field with Tony, Steve and Natasha. She went over and watched them for a little while, she couldn’t deny they were impressive with what they could do. And the world was safer thanks to them.

‘Not making another run for it, are we?’ Came a familiar voice from behind her.

She turned around and smiled up at Loki. ‘No, not today. I might schedule you in for tomorrow at noon though.’

Loki chuckled lightly and stepped next to her. ‘How are you settling in?’

‘Weirdly, pretty well. Didn’t sleep great, but apart from that.’ Jade shrugged.

‘Thought you’d like to know, Natasha has been in touch with a lawyer and she’s going to come visit in a couple of weeks to go over everything, see if there’s anything that can be done to get you back home.’

‘Bloody hell, that was quick. It would be great if something can be done to stop the wedding.’ Jade felt some relief at the thought of not having to go through with it, maybe in a few months she’d be back home where she belonged.

‘That’s one thing that can’t be faulted about Natasha, she doesn’t hang about when something important needs to be done.’ Loki said.

Jade and Loki watched the others train for a bit, then they headed inside.

‘Hey, is there anywhere I can play my bass and sing without disturbing people?’ Jade asked Loki.

‘Why would you care about disturbing people, isn’t that the best part about playing a loud instrument?’ Loki grinned.

‘Well, in a way. But I don’t want to get on the wrong side of anyone. Not yet, anyway.’

‘Are you any good?’

Jade looked offended and dramatically put her hand over her heart. ‘Am I good? Can’t believe you’re asking me that. Our band is starting to rise pretty rapidly, we even have a headlining slot at a local music festival that’s ten thousand capacity this summer…’ Jade said proudly but then her face dropped and her stomach sank. ‘Shit. Well, we did. Or I guess, they do. They can probably manage without me anyway. I just do backing vocals and bass, they’ll easily find someone to fill my place, I guess.’ She said sadly.

‘I’m sure you will be there for the festival. Summer is months away, plenty of time to get this mess all sorted out.’ Loki said softly, seeing how hurt she was. ‘There is the indoor training hall, it’s pretty soundproof. Considering what we use it for. You can practice in there.’  

‘That sounds perfect.’

Jade was delighted to have somewhere to play, it was her escape, a way to let all of her emotions out. She had been playing for a good while, really getting into some songs and singing along too. She never noticed Loki in the corner, watching and listening to her intently. He was surprised how good she was, she certainly hadn’t been lying about it.

He didn’t want to intrude on her practice, so he just vanished instead of making himself known to her.

-

Though over the following week, Loki kept an eye out and whenever he saw Jade heading to the training hall with her bass, he would sneak inside to watch her practice. But he still never said anything to her, just kept it a secret.

Jade had settled in pretty well to the Avengers base. She liked them all, they made her welcome. She did have a soft spot for Loki, she liked his mischievousness and how he annoyed the others. She often gave him a bit of cheek but got the same right back.

One morning, Jade had joined the heroes for breakfast but was pretty quiet and barely touched her food. When she disappeared rather swiftly, some of the team was concerned.

‘Jade seems rather quiet this morning.’ Clint commented.

‘She’s going to meet the prince for the first time, the one she has to marry.’ Natasha said.

‘Oh.’ Was all Clint said in response.

‘I really feel for her, being forced into a marriage. I hope he’s a decent enough guy at least.’ Steve said.

‘I’m sure we will find out soon enough.’ Loki muttered. He felt really bad for her too.

-

Later in the day, Jade returned from her first meeting with the prince, Arthur. She had been flown out in one of SHIELD’s jets to meet him.

Jade didn’t speak to anyone as she rushed straight to her room, Loki didn’t even get a chance to say hi as she flew past him in a blur.

It wasn’t long before he saw her heading to the training hall with her bass. So he went to watch her again. This time, he felt his heart sinking for her. She had tears streaming down her face as she played and sang her heart out, letting everything out.

At dinner time, she didn’t appear. So Loki went to her room to check on her.

It took her a few minutes before she answered.

‘Oh, hi Loki.’ She didn’t even fake a smile.

‘It didn’t go well then?’ Loki asked softly.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ She said stiffly.

Loki nodded in understanding. ‘Are you coming for dinner? Stark has gone fancy and bought us all some expensive steaks. They’re really good.’

‘I’m not really hungry. You can have mine.’ Jade said, giving him a very forced small smile.

‘Natasha has said that the lawyer is coming next Tuesday to meet with you… There might be some hope yet. We will think of something.’ Loki said as he reached out and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

He saw a slight glimmer of hope in her eyes.

‘I guess I could go some steak.’ Jade shrugged.

Loki smiled. ‘Come on then, before Thor eats ours.’

Jade went with Loki to join the others.

‘Hey, how did’ Steve was cut off as Loki glared at him and shook his head. So the team all quickly got the memo and didn’t mention the prince.

Jade relaxed again pretty quickly as she chatted with the team and laughed at their typical antics. She was able to forget… For a little while.

[cyberphuck]

Assassin’s Apprentice Abridged: Part Three

Part One Part Two (My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposts about the Farseer Trilogy, but doesn’t want to have to read the books, so I’m summarizing the trilogy for them starting with Assassin’s Apprentice!) When we last left Fitzy-Fitz, he was being stared at by a mysterious woman in the kitchens... - There's a woman staring at Fitz so hard that he can feel his clothes smoking. "This lady is creepy," he thinks as he puts a bucket on her head to keep her from seeing him steal 39 wheels of cheese. "Hello," says FItz.

"O_O" says the woman.

"...alright then," says Fitz, and leaves.

A few weeks later, while staggering drunkenly through a garden that features "seven varieties of thyme," which is five more varieties than I knew existed (regular thyme and hammer thyme), Fitz sees the woman again.

"Are you drunk?" she demands.

"Ayyyyyy lmao," Fitz replies, giving her double finger guns before stumbling back to the stables and falling asleep in a pile of horse manure.

Soon after that, Burrich comes back from the Probably Gay Stablemasters Convention (Ponycon 2023) and sees a very old horse in his stables. "Hey, I know that horse," he says. "Oh. Oh shit. Lady Patience is here."

The Fool's head pops out of a nearby hay bale. "The Lady Patience is Prince Chivalry's widow," he reminds us helpfully, then ducks back down.

"Oh good," Fitz mutters. "I have made a GREAT impression on her so far."

"It's fine, she's fucking weird anyway," Burrich says. "Go take a shower. You smell like teenaged boy."

But before Fitz can douse himself in Axe body spray, Patience accosts him in the hallway. "Do you know how to sing, play an instrument, speak French, write poetry, dance, or subjugate  minorities?" she asks.

"No," Fitz says, "that's for royalty."

"Surely you've been instructed to watch  Game of Thrones," Patience presses.

"No."

"Merlin?"

"Nah."

"The Princess Bride?" Patience asks desperately.

"Again," Fitz sighs, "I'm a bastard."

"I will be," Patience snarls, "RIGHT BACK."

Fitz takes a shower.

When he gets out, Chade is there. "Boy, m'boy!" he cries. "They're going to teach you the Skill!"

"I already know how to kill," Fitz protests.

"No, boy, SKILL. The innate Farseer royal magic that enables you to..." Chade checks his notes. "Well, by the end of the series it's easier to list the things the Skill CAN'T do-- but in this first trilogy it's mostly a Professor X type psychic ability that lets you telepathically talk to people in italics."

"Oh. Neat."

"Patience heard that you weren't getting a Prince's education and threw a bitch fit," Chade beams. "You'll start your Skill lessons next month. In the meantime you have to go and spend time with Patience so she can teach you Prince things."

"Like what it's like when doves cry?" Fitz asks.

"Stop dating yourself with old as fuck references," Chade snaps, and shoos him off.

Early the next morning Fitz reports to Patience's room, which is full of all her most recent ADHD hyperfixations, Lacy the servingwoman, and a dog with some puppies. "Hello!" Patience says. "I've decided to name you Tom. Here's a puppy."

Fitz loves the puppy and, with the Fool's random help, names him Smithy. He loves Smithy so much that he makes some macaroni art of him and brings it proudly back to Patience.

Patience hugs him, screams, then runs into her room and slams the door.

"She gets like that," Lacy explains, not looking up from her knitting.

Fitz has a great couple of weeks spending time with Smithy, Patience, and Molly, who he still has a giant crush on. Burrich notices that he hasn't yelled at Fitz for being witted in a while and calls him up to his apartment."Listen, Lil Accident," Burrich says, "Galen, the Skillmaster, loved your father and absolutely hates you."

"So, a Severus Snape situation," Fitz says.

"Yes. But he is not going to secretly keep you safe. If he finds out you talk to animals he's going to kill you. And I'll let him do it, because I don't want you to talk to animals either."

"Okay," says Fitz, who is right at this moment talking to his dog Smithy.

"Chade and I are not allowed to talk to you while you're being trained in Skilling. So no matter what awful thing Galen does to you, you just have to take it. Be careful, Lil Accident."

"Whatever," Fitz scoffs. "How bad can it be?"

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," Galen says imperiously as he strides onto the tower top where he's holding Skill lessons. "I am going to teach you THE SKILL, which is super badass and sick and so amazing. Only the most favorite-- er, most talented students will be able to learn it. You! What's your name?"

"Fitz," Fitz replies.

"One thousand points from Gryffindor! Now everyone strip naked and start doing push-ups until I tell you you can stop!"

Fitz is still doing pushups a few weeks later when Galen walks up and kicks him in the ribs. "You've been stealing food when I explicitly ordered you to do a juice cleanse!"

"That food was for my dog--"

"Silence! Get out of my sight and don't let me catch you cheating on your diet again!"

That night, the Fool comes to Fitz's room with a bowl of dog food. "I'll feed and walk your dog for you," he says, "but I'm not putting a bag on my hand and picking up his business. That's YOUR business. Also, you should stop going to Skill lessons. You might die."

"I'm not gonna die, it's fine," Fitz says, drinking his juice.

Despite all odds, Fitz does sort of start to learn the Skill. In fact he gets pretty good at the basics, much to Galen's disgust. Then Galen tells the class that he's going to touch each of them with a little bit of true Skill, to show them how awesome it is."But don't lean into it," Galen warns, "or your mind will get sucked out of your body Byford Dolphin style."

He touches Fitz with the Skill.

"Stop leaning into it!" Galen snaps, repeatedly punching Fitz in the face.

"Ow! I'm not, I swear!"

"You totally are, you're the absolute worst and you don't deserve to know how to Skill!"

"I'm the absolute worst and I don't deserve to know how to Skill," Fitz says, without any prompting from anyone.

"You're bad at the Skill, you'll always be bad at the Skill, and you should kill yourself!"

"I'm bad at the Skill, I'll always be bad at the Skill, and I should kill myself," Fitz decides, all on his own.

"Class dismissed," Galen says, dusting off his hands. "Everyone spit on Fitz on the way out."

Having independently decided to unalive himself, Fitz slowly crawls to the edge of the very high tower and prepares to launch himself off of it into the sweet embrace of death, which he totally deserves because he's a bastard and no one likes him. But then Smithy reaches for him through their Wit-bond and says "Nooooo don't kill yourself you're so hott haha."

With the power of love from, honestly, the greatest dog of all time, Fitz decides not to commit breathn't.

When he next wakes up, he's in bed, and Burrich is sitting next to him. "I wrapped you in bandages," Burrich says soothingly. "Go back to sleep."

Fitz spends the next few weeks slowly recovering from being curbstomped by Galen. He sweeps out the stables, feeds horses, endures angry glares from Burrich because he had a secret wit-bond puppy, and thinks all about how he's bad at the Skill and will always be bad at the Skill.

"Alright, Lil Accident," Burrich says after a while, "it's time to go back to your Skill lessons."

"But I've missed too many classes," Fitz protests.

"There haven't been any classes. Go back to your lessons."

"Why not?"

"Haven't you heard?" The Fool says, popping out of a hay bale again. "Burrich beat the absolute shit out of Galen at the Witness Stones. He said, 'Gods, if I win this very one-sided fight, then Galen sucks,' and then just jumped up and down on that skinny motherfucker until he stopped moving." "Oh," Fitz says dumbly. The Fool retreats into the hay once more.

Later, on a beach date, Molly says, "Have you heard Prince Verity is going to get married?"

"Since when?" Fitz boggles.

"Oh, I know all the hot goss," Molly laughs. "Yeah, he agreed to get political-married to some foreign lady, but he's got no time to go looking for one, so Prince Regal is going to find one for him."

"Huh," Fitz says, then, "Miss Molly, I sure think you're just the swellest girl I ever did meet."

"How swell?" Molly asks.

But before Fitz can say "really really swell, the bee's knees," Smithy comes charging up to them to tell Fitz it's time to go back to the castle and start his Skill lessons again.

Fitz goes to the tower-top classroom along with the other students, all of whom pretty much hate him for being bad at the Skill and because his adopted dad beat up their teacher. Galen limps in. "I have an announcement," he says. "First of all, Jaydee mixed up the order of events just now: Fitz's first lesson back took place before he found out that Verity was going to be married. Second, Molly is hanging out with a handsome sailor named Jade. And thirdly, your training is almost complete. I will send you all on one final test-- even you, bastard that I hate and that I hope dies-- and then present you as a Skill Coterie to the King on Fantasy Easter."

"Murmur, murmur," all the students murmur.

"I'm going to send each of you to a faraway place," Galen goes on. "And then I will Skill a message of how to come home."

"That sounds fun, I bet nothing bad'll happen to me," Fitz says.

Galen smiles. "Do you think I don't know that you and Burrich are fucking? Because I do. And you won't be able to use him for Skill strength on this test."

"I don't understand any of the words that just came out of your mouth," Fitz smiles back.

(There's an aside here about Fitz undergoing his Man Ceremony, a strange and ancient Bar mitzvah where dudes in masks come to his room in the dead of night and bestow upon him a new Man Name. The Man Ceremony is literally never mentioned ever again in the entire series, but Fitz's Man Name is-- Changer.)

Fitz is blindfolded, put in his Test Carriage, and taken to the faraway place where he'll wait for his Skill message. The Test Carriage pulls to the side of the road, throws Fitz out, then screeches off. Fitz stands up and takes off his blindfold. Hey, this place looks kind of famil-- oh, it's Forge, where all the zombies live.

Neat.

Fitz sits down to prepare himself to receive his Skill message.Then he falls asleep.

Burrich is being attacked! Someone pushes him down the stairs! Smithy comes to the rescue, biting the attacker's leg!! But then--

["I MUST GO, MY PLANET NEEDS ME," SMITHY SAID AS HE SHOT INTO THE SKY. "I AM A GOOD DOG AND I HAVE EARNED MY TIME CHASING SPACE SQUIRRELS ON MY HOMEWORLD. FAREWELL!]

Fitz bolts upright. He's got to get home to help Burrich! Smithy's fine, he flew away before anyone could hurt him. But Burrich! He starts on the road home. Fuck the Skill message, he probably couldn't hear it anyway because he's bad at the Skill and always will be. But he's NOT bad at helping Burrich and writing a letter to Smithy who, again, went back to his home planet and is safe and sound.

He fights his way back through groups of zombies at Forge (and sees Vikings still hanging out in the ruins of the town) and hurries back toward Buckkeep.

Burrich is still alive, convalescing in the hospital with a wicked bump on the head. "I'm not dead," Fitz tells him. "I came back to help you."

"Smithy went back to his home planet," Burrich says.

"I know. He contacted me via our awesome wit-bond to say he was fine and nothing bad had happened to him."

"I can't believe you were talking to your dog instead of listening for your Skill message!"

"I wasn't going to hear a Skill message," Fitz explains. "I'm bad at the Skill. But I'm good at talking to animals."

"That's gross," Burrich says. "Never talk to me, ever again."

"This is the worst day of my life," Fitz moans.

"It's the worst day of your life SO FAR," The Fool clarifies from his hay bale.

[me-uglypretty]

10 with nat x reader :)

#10 Surface Pressure - Jessica Darrow | blurb replay 2022

Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Warning: (18+)

Natasha Romanoff wasn’t ungrateful. She devotes herself entirely into the precious moments spend with her dear sister. The tragic tale of their stolen childhood, a relationship gone astray, and only uniting years after. It left her in such terms that she was determined to mend the years that went by.

Wishes were there, to gather the best everything, either realistic or not, it’s a necessity for her to perfect her little sister’s second chance.

Despite finding herself in a pit of endless anxiety.

“Yelena doesn’t like it that way,” Natasha groaned, shoving your hands away from attempting to prepare her sister’s favourite macaroni and cheese. “I told you— she— Yelena, prefers that…”

You frowned. “Baby, she wouldn’t mind.”

Natasha halted, her body growing tense before meeting your eyes. It wasn’t anger glazing furiously in her eyes, but dull green gleaming in worry, and the sunken look on her face.

“You don’t understand,” she murmured, attempting to continue the task in hand, before her hands drops to her sides. “I’m her only sister.”

The tender touch of your hand over hers, fingers lacing together and the subtle sound of a defeated sigh. Her body slack as you carefully brought her into your embrace, and she shakes, the muffled sound of cries that aches your heart.

“And you’re my only love,” you whispered, fingers carefully combing through her hair. “I can’t see you putting pressure on yourself like this. Sisters aren’t perfect, you know?”

Natasha gazes into your eyes. “I’m the strong one, but I couldn’t keep her safe and now—” she struggled a breath, and you rub soothing circle on her back. “I’m worthless if I can’t give her everything that was taken away…she was a child,” she emphasised.

It’s a universally understanding, at least to you, that Natasha thrive to ensure her loved ones are happy. Although her own body weakens as time pass, and she’s left bleeding at the edge of life—it wouldn’t matter because her family comes first.

“You were a child too, Nat,” you rationalised with her, “Yelena wouldn’t think you’re worthless. She adores you. Didn’t you notice how her eyes lights up when sees you? I swear, I saw her attempting to pose like you.”

A soft chuckle emits, the sound seemingly healing your thumping heart as you brought your hands to her face. Natasha leans into your touch, glossy eyes gazes into yours with ceaseless love.

“I know, it’s not easy,” you started, thumbs tracing the texture of her cheeks. “Pulling yourself apart wouldn’t do any good on you and I’m sure your little sister wouldn’t like it either,” you fondly brush wisps of auburn hair tussled around the frame of her face. “Besides, you’re monopolizing on stressing out that I can’t stress out because if I do then who’s going to hold you? No, sorry. Who’s going to hold me if we’re both crying?”

Natasha laughs louder this time, a teasing smile martializing on her face. “We can’t have that.”

You smile giddily when she affectionately grasps your chin, guiding your head forward and tilting precisely to press a soft kiss on your lips.

“What would I do without you?” she murmured against your mouth, and she’s kissing you again, so blissfully and happily as you held her closer.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything without you, my love,” you professed.

Its relaxing to her, and to you—to just stand in the kitchen, body swaying without the need of music, and knowing that the other would always be there. Love will always be there.

[bemycoffeepot]

oh bestie please share some books on your tbr! (as if my tbr needed more books lmao) and ofc the one you're currently reading!

OH MY GOSH I'M REALLY ABOUT TO DO THIS

as long as it just stays between us (and well Tumblr) ;)

But honestly SECRET, sending love to wherever you are because this is one of my favorite subjects <3 hihihihihi

some favs of mine, that I've already read:

Morning Glory by Lavyrle Spencer: cried literally from just how healthy and beautiful their whole relationship was. Western/WW2. Beautiful writing. Flawed characters. This book was a 12/10 at least. BUT NOT KU UNFORTUNATELY :(

Against A Wall by Cate C Wells THIS BOOK HERE IS NARUTO FROM AGAIN. HE IS MY INSPIRATION, MY MUSE, MY EVERYTHING. MY HIMBO!! Love Cash more than life itself. AND IT'S KU ;)

Win Some, Lose Some : MMC on the spectrum, high-school setting, 18, such a healthy lovely relationship. Loved her and loved him. Only MMC's perspective.

Real Players Never Lose by Micaela Smeltzer. He's sweet and hot and a college jock but intelligent and loves his plus-size baddie to bits.

Beast in Shining Armor by Cassandra Gannon. I just loved them. He was beautiful, mean, but so, so in love with her. Enemies-to-Lovers but make it i-loved-you-since-we-were-just-kids. Fantasy, crazy writing, awesome setting.

Bass-Ackwards by Eris Adderly. I won't say anything just age-gap and not ethical. But awesome. Read at you orn risk heheheh

Nine Minutes by Beth Flynn. This is a trilogy and has no business being this good. THE PLOT WAS HEAVY WILD CRAZY AND A WHOLE FUCKING LOT. But it all made sense!!!!!!! Warning though: it's underage.

Dear Grumpy Boss by Julia Wolf. This is sweet with some light angst. Plus-size baddie and hot, rich brother's best friend.

Honestly everything by Claire Kent. Short novellas, lots and lots of smut but holy goodness. 3rd POV. Personally, love her writing, not everyone does though.

Last Light by Claire Kent Embers by Claire Kent (age-gap but make it my-dead-boyfriend's-dad-old. He's literally her dead boyfriend's dad HAHAHA. Post-apocalypse. Just surviving. He's hot in his very own way but oh well, Kent's writing is special in its really weird way. It's kind of a hit or miss hihihi)

Haven by Claire Kent (he's hooooooot and responsible?! i'm always in for that ;)) Hold by Claire Kent (just love it. it's in a kind of sci-fi setting but honestly, Kent's writing is solely focused on the relationship it doesn't really feel like sci-fi) Fall by Claire Kent (this here ladies and gentlemen... DON'T SHOOT ME, HE'S A CAVEMAN. A REAL FUCKING CAVEMAN. I think I need to see a psychiatrist because holy macaroni, this story shouldn't have made me feel so many things. And well, keep in mind he's a caveman in a prehistoric setting... She's not... The dynamic is special)

A Soul To Keep: fantasy and well he's absolutely not human. SIX FREAKING PAGES TO DESCRIBE HIS DICK!!!!! but so so sweet. He just wants to be loved and love.

Consider Me by Becka Mack: adorable read

Not KU unfortunately but awesome, awesome books:

Eyes of SIlver, Eyes of Gold. Beautiful, healthy relationship. Plot is 12/10. I loved him and her just so much. They work together and we see there relationship develop in a way that's incredible. I would literally give anything to re-read this book for the very first time.

Lord of Scoundrels : beauty and the beast, regency. loved it. Not on KU :( but it's worth buying honestly...

Happiness for Beginners by Katherine Center

GURLLL, i've got so many more!!!!! I'm gonna stop myself now because maybe you'll see this and will only think wtf is this girl reading....

BUT NOW YOU HAVE TO INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR WORLD OF the BRIDGERTONS!!!!!! I NEED SOME RECOMMENDATIONS!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3

Me, after posting this:

I'm gonna hide now.

<3 <3 <3

[tate-lin]

15 Questions with Ly Minh

Thanks for the tag Cee! 🥰

Tagging @justahalfling @ihaventpickedausername @iced-ginger-tea @andromeda-grace @kaiyo @iriswords @yors-truly @words-after-midnight @islanded-in-a-stream-of-stars @sabels-small-sphere @leebrontide @pure-solomon @mattresses-and-macaroni @thepixiediaries @poetinprose @arowanaprincess @hd-literature @freedominique @mariahwritesstuff @ls-daydreams @mrbexwrites @wildswrites @thecrookedwriterspath and anyone else who wants to do it!

[Not pictured are her numerous burn scars]

1) Are you named after anyone?

Heyy I'm Ly Thi Minh, and nope I'm not named after anyone. Honestly though, with how common my name is in Vietnam, I very well could be lmao

2) When was the last time you cried?

Well that escalated quickly.

3) Do you have kids?

I only just turned 15 so if I do have one, be sure to attend my funeral tomorrow!

(P.S. Bring plum blossoms or I'll rise out of my grave and eat you :))))

(P.P.S. Nom nom nom slurp slurp slurp)

4) Do you use sarcasm?

No ♥️ /s

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their threat levels. Practically speaking, what else would you notice?

6) What's your eye colour?

Dark brown. There's not much variety in Southeast Asia, I'm afraid.

7) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Why would I want to deliberately make myself miserable?? Please, if I wanna scare myself, all I need to do is look in the mirror 😂

8) Any special talents?

I recently discovered that I'm freakishly good at dodging shit, so let's go with that.

9) Where were you born?

Vietnam, in New Hanoi! It was my childhood home and 75% of it got reduced to rubble :)

Now I live in Lorelei, United States. It kinda sucks but it's also kinda cool. You can say that I have a... Love-hate relationship towards it, I guess. I had to leave, obviously, of course I had to, but it's not exactly a crime to miss it, y'know??

10) What are your hobbies?

I used to do jigsaw puzzles. I even got into a Facebook group where we borrowed puzzles from a shared collection and Kalisha would help me frame up my pieces 'round the house. We haven't done that in a while though... The last one I did was a really cool piece of various Pokémon with a stained glass window effect. Kalisha bought it for my birthday and she even helped me put it together. I don't think puzzles are really her thing though haha

11) Have you any pets?

Má got a goldfish for me once and I named him Lucky. He died the next day though, so I guess he was actually Unlucky.

12) What sports do you play/have you played?

Barrier Ball! I don't know if you've heard of it but it's a popular game in America where there are goal posts on the ground, in the middle of the air, and high up in the sky. I know that there are other sports where you can use barriers to run around in the air but this is extra fun cause there are some volleyball elements too, like our setter-like midfielder. I actually wanted to do that, but I got forward instead. It's not bad though; it's kinda fun to 'disappear' and come out of nowhere with a shot. Like a sniper :)

Freaks out the opposing team every time haha

13) How tall are you?

5'5... I can't believe I think in feet and inches now; what have I become???

14) Favourite subject in school?

Math, I guess. Once you get into the rhythm, your brain kinda just switches off. It's actually really relaxing.

15) Dream job?

Uhhhhh I don't know. Does anyone really know what they wanna do at this age?

Besides Má, I guess, but that's cause she's crazy over ethreasts. Not everyone has such an obvious passion though, and especially not me :/

[eiirisworkshop]

Eiiri’s OC-tober 2023 - Day 9: Mark Eating His Favorite Food

Read on Ao3 here, original prompt list here. ~

First night home—really home, in Rockypoint, not just in the States, in the hospital. Home. Sitting in his mother's kitchen, with the cabinets he'd helped paint yellow when he was six, the one chair mismatched as long as he could remember, the faint scorched spot on the corner of the table from the Incident that one Christmas. And a familiar blue-floral plate loaded with macaroni and cheese. His mom's macaroni and cheese. Only thing he could think of when she'd asked what he wanted to eat, so that's what she made—noodles and cheese sauce on the stove, then long enough in the oven to get the cheese on top that kind of bubbly that would end up sorta chewy-crispy once it cooled down.

Best food he'd had in over a year, easy. It tasted like being eight years old, home with the flu, too sick to stomach anything else. Like every goddamn Easter. Like the end of a long day at work, not saying a word while Jack and John squabbles over what Jack was gonna do with his life.

And just like that it hit Mark all at once that he really was home, he was safe, he was never going back. No more helicopters, and bombs, and—he shoved away the thought of what else with another forkful of macaroni.

Same time, as he fumbled his fork a little in his left hand, it was never gonna be like it was. Table was the same, recipe was the same, paint was the same—if starting to peel at the corners—but he wasn't the same and he was never gonna be.

He didn't realize he'd started to cry 'til his mother gently touched his cheek with a soothing sound, wiped a tear away with her thumb. Realizing made it worse; he cried harder. Didn't stop eating, though, scarfing down noodles in between sobs like the cheese would make everything better.

In some hard to explain way, it did.

[hqmillioncorn]

The Sweetness of Love

“Buuuuuuutts!” Babycorn cried from across the room. In an instant, Butter was right in front of Babycorn. “Yeah? What’s up!” It’s not like he had been waiting for Babycorn to call him over for the last hour or so. He was so normal. The most normal a vierafell had ever been in the history of forever.  “There you are!” Babycorn waved her oven mitts at him and gestured towards the plate in front of her. To call it food would be a blatant lie. It looked more like a mysterious black sludge that had crawled its way out of the deepest cave in Eorzea, it’s origins dating back to even the first calamity.  “I’m all done!” Babycorn grabbed a fork and handed it to Butter. “I followed the recipe and I made macaroni for you!”  Butter looked down, unsure of where the meal started or where it ended. Whatever the case, of course he was going to eat it! If he didn’t eat it he would probably break Babycorn’s heart and send her to her room crying her eyes out.  Butter smiled and lifted the fork, “It looks great!”

ffxiv write day 7: morsel with @windupnamazu 's Butter

its a really hot day and you know what goes well with really hot weather??? cold treats!! thats what butter thinks and hopes babycorn will also agree with

Butter looked around the fridge for any sign of whipped cream. “That’s weird–it was just here.” It hadn’t even been a full hour since he had used it to put the finishing touches on his and Pancake’s milkshakes.

There had been no sight of anyone coming in. Not only that, Butter had been in the kitchen the whole time. Besides the time he walked out to give Pancake and Cinnamon their milkshakes. 

Butter looked back at the banana milkshake behind him. Time was ticking and the milkshake unfortunately wasn’t getting any colder. It was painfully warm today, so warm that Butter was seriously debating walking all the way to Coerthas just to not feel like he was melting. 

But that was a long walk so he just settled for carrying a paper fan in his hand and making cold milkshakes for everyone. There happened to be an abundance of bananas in the kitchen after Cherrypit had carried an entire tree of them home. 

No matter how deep into the fridge, or how much he walked away and checked again, there was no sign of the whipped cream anywhere. Even the last resort of asking Lunya for help was impossible, since she wasn’t home.

Butter figured that maybe having a milkshake without whipped cream would be fine but this particular one was special! This was the one he was making for Babycorn! 

It was a complete surprise and not only that every single part of this milkshake needed to be perfect. Like cherry on top and rainbow sprinkles perfect. “Let’s see Hildibrand make something as good looking as this!” Or even as tasty as it! As if something like that would ever happen!

But no matter how tasty the milkshake was–it wasn’t truly perfect without any whipped cream on top! Where would the cherry go?! How was Butter ever going to outdo Hildibrand like this?!!?

Butter closed the fridge for one last time and took a step back. “Okay! Nothing to worry about! All I have to do is go out and buy some more!” He had his allowance Lunya gave him yesterday so he could easily afford it. 

Maybe he could even buy a few other treats too! He knew Babycorn really liked candy so he could get a lot of candy so they could share and Babycorn would be so impressed and then they could hold hands and walk to the beach together and-!

“Butts?”

The sound of Babycorn’s dreamy voice was enough to pull Butter out of his romantic daydream. 

“What are you doing here?” Babycorn leaned over the kitchen counter and looked around. “Are you making food or something?!” 

“B-Babycorn?!” He scrambled as fast as he could to place himself in between her and the milkshake he had made. “Hiii! I thought you went with Lunya to buy a new wand after you broke the last one!” More specifically Babycorn had sat right on top of it. 

Regardless of the reason, Babycorn wasn’t supposed to be here for HOURS! Not to mention that Cinnamon was supposed to be keeping watch for any sign of Babycorn and alert Butter if she was close. It was literally the one thing Butter asked her to do today. 

Butter had his suspicions that Cinnamon let Babycorn walk by undetected on purpose. Why? Probably to torment him on account of his obvious crush on Babycorn. 

“Nah!” Babycorn climbed onto the counter after Cherrypit gave her an extra boost up. “Apparently I’m banned from the shop we went to so we just all came back home!” She watched as Cherrypit floated his way up on the counter to sit next to her. “Then Lunya said something about how she could make a way better wand with her eyes closed and now we’re here!” 

Her explanation was missing a few details here and there but they weren’t too important right now. 

“Great! Cool!” Butter tried to think of anything to get him out of this situation but nothing short of a miracle would be able to save him at this point. 

Then, Butter felt an eerie presence behind him. 

When he noticed a distinct lack of Cherrypit next to Babycorn he knew exactly what was going on. “Cherry wait-!” Butter turned around as quickly as he could and saw as Cherrypit was exactly two seconds away from reaching his hands inside the milkshake. 

Years of training of raising Pancake almost all on his own let Butter act at a ridiculous amount of speed, fast enough to grab Cherrypit and set him back down on the ground before anything else could happen. “Phew…” Knowing Cherrypit however he was probably bound to try something else to get to the milkshake. Probably something that involved crawling on the ceiling. 

“Woah what’s that?!” Babycorn decided to just jump off the counter and scurry her way over to where Butter was. “Looks yummy!” 

With the secret now out Butter decided to just give in. On the bright side, even if it wasn’t as perfect as he wanted it to be–it was probably still way better than anything those other jerks who proposed to her just yesterday could make. And also Hildibrand. 

Then Butter noticed that Babycorn was about a second away from dunking her hand inside the milkshake. 

“Ack?! Wait, wait, wait!!” Unlike with Cherrypit, a simple ‘Stop!’ was enough to get Babycorn to freeze in place. “Huh?” Babycorn backed away and looked at Butter, he had this really funny look on his face. “What’s up Butts?” 

“Um…” Butter put his hands together and looked down at the ground. There was a part of him that was a little disappointed that this is how it was going down. 

In his spiky little head he had imagined himself giving Babycorn her perfect milkshake underneath the most romantic starry night the Lavender beds could offer. The something something something Babycorn would smile at him and laugh and then-

“Butts? Your face is turning all red again! Are you okay?!”

“Ah?” Butter took one look at Babycorn’s concerned face and tried to shake off his embarrassment. It didn’t work very well. “Fine! I’m fine!” 

“I thought you were Butts?”

“I can be both!” He would be almost anything for Babycorn. 

Babycorn blinked, “Oh! Okay!” She wondered to herself whether she should keep calling her bestie best friend Butts or Fine. Truth be told she preferred calling him Butts. 

“What’s this thing by the way?” Babycorn poked the cold glass and watched as it wobbled slightly. “Feels cold!” Not as cold as Cherrypit was but still a lot colder than most things she tended to poke. 

From the ground Cherrypit let out a low growl at the unfamiliar thing on the table. 

Butter smiled, “I-I’ts a milkshake! I made it for you!” He blushed, pulling out a straw from his jacket pocket. “Here! I hope you like it!” Then Butter stepped back, wanting to run away and hide but also wanting to see what Babycorn thought of it.

Never in one million years would he have anticipated Babycorn’s actual reaction.

“What’s a milk shake?” 

“Huh?” 

“Is it this thing?” Babycorn pointed at the milkshake, “Did you shake some milk to do this? Is there milk in this? What’d you shake?!” 

Butter watched as Babycorn crawled all over the table, inspecting the milkshake from all angles. Coming from anyone else that wasn’t Babycorn this might have been a little concerning, but since it was Babycorn, this was just business as usual. Still, there was a certain question on Butter’s mind.

“Do you not know what a milkshake is?”

Babycorn shook her head so hard that her braids flew from left to right. 

“Never heard of it!” Babycorn smiled. Next to her, Cherrypit also shook his head. “Not know!” There were no braids on his head but he still continued to shake his head over and over because he thought it was fun. 

“What is it then?! Butts do you know?!” If he was able to make one, then surely he must know what they were!  

Butter hesitated for a second, worried that he would somehow mess up in his explanation. Then Babycorn would go and ask someone else about it and find out Butter was completely wrong then she would hate his guts and never talk to him again! 

Or maybe everything would turn out fine. Probably. 

Butter nervously tugged on one of his hair spikes. “Well, um. I don’t really know the right words but I just um, put some milk and ice and bananas in there. Oh! And sugar too! That way it can be really sweet!” Since I know you like things really sweet. “I tried to put some whipped cream and sprinkles on it but I couldn’t find it…” 

Considering all the delicious ingredients that Butter had listed seconds before how else should he have expected Babycorn to react? 

Before Butter could apologize he watched in awe (and some horror) as Babycorn grabbed the milkshake and took a big bite of it. Glass and all. As Babycorn crunched it all in her mouth she passed the half she didn’t eat to Cherrypit, who ate the rest in just one bite. “Nummyyy!!” Babycorn said between bites, “This is really yummy!!” She said pointing at her full mouth. 

Butter beamed, “You really think so?!” Did Babycorn really like it?! Even with a bunch of pieces missing?! This was much more than Butter had hoped for. 

“Mhmmm!” Babycorn nodded and picked up a shard of glass from the table, throwing it in her mouth. “Super duper yummy!!” 

Cherrypit seemed to agree, “Yummy! Yummy!” He nodded his head up and down over and over. 

"I love milkshakes!! They're my favorite thing in the world now!!" Babycorn declared.

Butter could hardly believe this was happening. This was his dream come true. Being able to make Babycorn smile by making something so delicious was making him feel really happy for some reason. 

An incredibly obvious reason, if one could take a single peek into his diary to see an entire page of hearts surrounding Babycorn’s name. 

While Butter was lost in the bliss of making Babycorn smile, he suddenly felt his feet leave the ground. “Ah?” He knew he was happy but there was no way he was actually happy enough to float off the ground? Right??? 

It turns out the answer was, no. But he was pretty close. 

What really happened was that Babycorn had run over and hugged him right off the ground. “Butts, can you make me another one?!” Her arms were wrapped around him in a tight hold. It was a little surprising to find out that Butter was just light enough for her to carry. 

Even with her abysmal strength. It was almost like it was fate or something. 

“Yeah!” Butter was more than happy to accept, “Of course! Of course” He would make her a million milkshakes if he had the power to. 

“And we can totally share too!!” 

All of a sudden, visions of sharing a milkshake with Babycorn together plagued Butter’s mind. The possibility of them sitting and facing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes was about to send him into a tizzy. 

“Y-Yeah…! Of course!!” 

Meanwhile, on a table in the dining room just outside the kitchen, Cinnamon continued to nap. Her afternoon nap came a little earlier than usual. That tended to happen when someone as small as her devoured an entire can of whipped cream.

[xasha777]

In the year 3045, the echoes of ancient conflicts resonated through the annals of time, influencing the present in unexpected ways. On the lunar outpost of Celestial Harmony, a young woman named Aria had become an enigmatic figure, known for her deep connection to the past and her uncanny ability to harness the power of history itself. With her neon pink glasses and headphones that connected her to the cosmic frequencies of the universe, Aria was a guardian of time, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance between epochs.

One fateful evening, as the dual moons of Celestial Harmony bathed the landscape in a soft, pink glow, Aria received a mysterious signal. It was an ancient transmission, a whisper from the distant past, encoded with the energy of the First Sino-Japanese War. Intrigued and compelled by her duty, Aria donned her headphones and tuned into the frequency, allowing the past to flood her senses.

In an instant, Aria found herself transported to the late 19th century, amidst the tumultuous chaos of the First Sino-Japanese War. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the cries of soldiers. The historical landscape was a stark contrast to her neon-lit home, yet it felt strangely familiar. She could feel the tension and the significance of this conflict, a war that had reshaped the geopolitical landscape of Asia.

Guided by the cosmic frequencies, Aria navigated through the battlefield, her presence unseen and unfelt by the soldiers around her. She observed the pivotal moments of the war, the strategic maneuvers, and the valor of those who fought. Her mission was clear: to gather the essence of this historical event and ensure its preservation in the cosmic archive.

As she delved deeper into the war's history, Aria encountered a young Japanese officer named Haruto. Unlike the others, Haruto could sense Aria's presence, his connection to the cosmic frequencies allowing him to perceive her ethereal form. Drawn to her enigmatic aura, Haruto approached Aria, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding.

Haruto revealed that he, too, was a guardian of time, sent to this era to protect the integrity of history. Together, they formed an alliance, merging their abilities to safeguard the past. They traversed the war-torn landscape, witnessing the pivotal battles and ensuring that the course of history remained unaltered.

Their journey brought them to the decisive Battle of Weihaiwei, where the fate of the war hung in the balance. Aria and Haruto used their combined powers to stabilize the temporal rifts caused by the intense conflict. As the battle raged on, they manipulated the cosmic frequencies, creating a harmonious resonance that preserved the historical timeline.

In the aftermath of the battle, as the echoes of gunfire faded into silence, Aria and Haruto stood amidst the remnants of history. Their mission was complete, the past secured, and the future protected. With a silent nod, they parted ways, their paths diverging once more.

Aria returned to Celestial Harmony, her mind filled with the memories of the First Sino-Japanese War. She knew that her duty as a guardian of time was far from over, but she found solace in the knowledge that the echoes of the past were safe. As she gazed at the pink-hued moons, Aria tuned into the cosmic frequencies, ready for her next adventure, guided by the timeless harmony of the universe.

[yanafiles]

Christmas 2023: how it went

I never expected myself to sleep early on a Christmas Eve, much more to recall a teary me. I was torn at that moment for some really personal reason. All I know, on a Christmas Eve, the last thing I needed was hearing defects about my culture and habits.

I was bitter. I just can't accept that out of all days, I have to hear that thought, on my favorite night of the year, and I let that thing get into me. I was upset, really upset.

I woke up at 12 am because my phone vibrated for a couple of times. "Must be Christmas greetings on different group chats," I thought. Then I was right. Only one private message managed to infiltrate my messenger. It was a greeting from a friend who just made me smile a little on that lonely night. Thanks to you.

Morning came, I slept 'till 11, took a shower, and dressed up. I thought that since it was Christmas day, dapat bumawi ako. I was supposed to put on makeup but flash news told me that we're bit in a hurry. Oplan make myself pretty aborted. So I just joked around about being pretty even without makeup. But I was, once again, upset.

The whole point is that, I don't expect my Christmas day to be perfect, but atleast not to that point where I had to force myself to think that everything's gonna be alright that day. For the first time, I had wished to skip Christmas day the night I cried, because I can't afford to be hurt anymore.

It was a quiet ride on our way to my Lola's. But later on, I got to see her. I miss her a lot. And she was genuinely happy to see us, her eldest granddaughters. Soon after lunch, I got to bond and play with my little cousins. It was fun, as for the little efforts I exerted, the little boy enjoyed it. He was happy too. His eyes are like mine - they smile when he smiles.

I also had the chance to see my other cousins. I miss them too. Honestly, I regret not playing with them when they're still little kids. I miss their younger versions. Now, they're all teenagers.

I loved the moment when noise filled my Lola's house once again. It's been a really long time since we gathered like that. It's been so long since I felt that kind of atmosphere.

On our way home, I felt better. And it's as if I did something nice that He rewarded me right away 'coz I received another Christmas greeting from someone. Thank you for making the effort, it gave me a genuine smile.

Things got better. We visited my late grandfather's brother, whom I already considered as my lolo for real. We also stopped by my Ninang's and enjoyed her baked macaroni.

At home, my sister and I just bonded. We plan to watch movie on Netflix while feasting on chips and doughnuts. But lost our appetite after the first episode of a bloody series entitled "Sweet Home." In the end, we just played and chitchatted. Having random talks with her about everything is the best cure to my saddened heart. That is why she's my favorite person in the world.

[mks-grin]

Happy ‘The Quarry’ Day!

Some headcanons for fun / au where nothing bad happens and camp is normal. Slight spoilers

Ryan and Dylan bond over having both been campers at Hackett’s Quarry before. They remember Mr.H’s late wife Amelia telling ghost stories at camp.

Dylan jokes about them taking over the camp and letting Mr.H and his family help long after they retire. They can all grow old together. He says they should get married and change their last name to Hackett, since that’s sort of Ryan’s family anyways. The first time Ryan heard this he shoved Dylan off of the swing under the tree by the cabins. It was a little too serious to sound like a joke.

Travis and Bobby help Chris make breakfast most mornings.

Laura and Max take a liking to Travis. Laura tries to teach him TikTok dances for fun. They joke that Travis is their adoptive dad.

Max tells Travis he didn’t get into the college of his choice. Travis assured Max that college isn’t everything. Max could always be a cop. Max sorta cringes at that.

There’s a pie eating contest every year. Abi won it and now refuses to eat pie on any other occasion. She hates it now. Previously, Cherry was her and Emma’s favorite. Constance bakes the pies.

Kaylee Hackett won the pie eating contest as a kid and got sick from it. She also will not eat pies anymore.

Emma and Abi have a plant parenting class for campers and the two of them decide to plant ‘Lipstick plants’. You know why. 💅🏼

Jacob makes Dylan a macaroni necklace, from Abi’s art class for the KIDS, for his birthday. Dylan jokingly eats one of the uncooked pieces of pasta. Jacob almost cries bc he struggled so hard to get the string through the tiny noodles with his sausage fingers.

Laura and Max are from North Carolina so they take longer to acclimate to the group.

Jacob’s last name means ‘guardian or keeper’ so he sees himself as the big brother of the group. When things go wrong he always blames himself. He typically can be found carrying campers who hurt themselves to Laura.

Max hits it off with Dylan and the two of them blast 80’s music from an old radio in the boys cabin early at 6:30am everyday. - Ryan, Jacob, Caleb and Nick absolutely fucking HATE this. Max and Dylan found the radio broken one morning, jokes on them, Dylan knew how to fix it.

Laura and Kaitlyn butt heads, in a fun way, and see each other as rivals for camp activities. Since Emma and Abi don’t have a competitive bone in either of their bodies.

Jacob’s 80’s jersey is probably a Dan Marino’s jersey.(Supermassive can’t make it the right colors bc of copy-write laws. However Dan Marino’s number is 13 and he’s the most notable Quarterback from professional football in the 80’s) Since nobody else at camp understands sports stuff, they always give him horribly themed Dan Marino / Miami Dolphins gifts. He pretends to like them, but they’re really awful. Once Dylan got him a Miami’s Dolphins Christmas Tree skirt. Jacob was confused and asked what it was and Dylan was like “idk it’s the dolphins you like.”

Desperate to actually be able to stay awake early, Max tries some coffee from Ryan. Max is no longer allowed to consume caffeine. (Let’s be real. He’s a milk kinda guy anyways.)

Ryan and Emma actually talk regularly and give each other relationship advice / stick up for each other.

Every morning, Dylan walks by the girls cabin to make the morning announcements. Kaitlyn comes out to see what Dylan wears. She rates his outfits out of 10.

Nick experiences culture shock once a week. The counselors go out of their way to expose him to weird things just so he can get an authentic “American” experience.

Jacob gives Max advice about school bc he’s the big brother of the group. He tells Max to reapply to the same program in the spring, colleges are more likely to take on students in the spring bc spring admissions are less competitive. This actually works for Max later. AKA Max doesn’t have to be a cop.