#we have honey in the pantry idk what he was thinking

[certainwizardlady]

Day 15: Honey

If you can’t harvest it yourself, store bought is fine

[oharamwah]

ଓ + — soft boyfriend headcanons

boyfriend!miguel x fem!reader

contents : fluuuufff and some nsfw, super messy and all over the place. i’m telling u this is so unstructured.

no heavy nsfw but suggestive themes under the cut

posted august 1st - to be edited !

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work.

i’m so down bad for this man and he isn’t even real but that means i get to make up whatever headcanons i like abt what it’d be like to date him 😋

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♡ i just wanna get straight to the point — miguel’s kisses are soooo. mmph.

♡ he’s the type to keep things at a small peck when others are around or when you two are a little busy and on your feet

♡ like he’ll be at work like always and you’ll pop into his home office just to drop off a snack and he’ll pull you closer by your chin to kiss you DKSJDHSKLD

♡ and when he’s working from home and he’s in sweatpants (a rare sight for many) and he has his thin wiry dad glasses on oh my

♡ buuuut, but. this man knows how to kiss properly too

♡ also we all know miguel is bossy, and this applies both in and out of the workplace

♡ he is huuuuuge on princess treatment

♡ making sure you barely have to lift a finger to do anything when he’s around, especially during intimate hours

♡ he is big on aftercare, never wants you to feel any pain during or after sex. well, with some exceptions. all he wants is for you to feel good. so, if you ask him for a tummy massage or a back rub, he’ll do it no hesitation.

♡ like ok i’m not gonna make this an nsfw hc post but… spanking 🤗

♡ anyway.. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to keep lots of baby wipes and deodorant and any girly things you’d need in a separate bathroom cupboard, exclusively for you and when you stay the night

♡ speaking of, refuses to let you pay for anything when you’re out shopping. say you walk by the department store and you remember that you ran out of pads or shampoo, he has it covered

♡ he’s just so… idk he loves taking care of you in every aspect.

♡ y’know when boyfriends carry their girlfriend’s bridal style when their high heels hurt their feet ?? yeah that’s miguel.

♡ again, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. even if your shoulder bag is just a little too heavy, he’s got it

♡ always reminds you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

♡ you’ll be getting ready for a fancy dinner party and you’re staring at yourself in the mirror feeling a little self conscious, poking and pinching at parts of your tummy, arms, anything you felt insecure about at the time

♡ and instead of letting you know that he saw you, he’d come up from behind you and just start showering you with compliments and butterfly kisses

♡ because the last thing he wants is for you to feel even more insecure because you got caught, he just wants you to know what he thinks about you

♡ “so pretty my angel, is that a new dress?”

♡ he’d ask, knowing he’s the one that bought it

♡ *kiss* “you do your makeup differently today?” *kiss* “i like it, honey.”

♡ AGGHH he’s just too sweet. he always knows how to make you feel comfortable.

♡ king of small kind gestures because even though he could compliment you and all that jazz, you find that he doesn’t really say “i love you” that often. instead, he shows it to you

♡ he knows exactly how you like your eggs, down to the amount of salt and pepper you use

♡ he also knows you like peeling your own oranges but you always struggle to start them, so he’d use his fangs to peel a little piece for you to peel from

♡ and he pre-slices all the lemons because he knows you like lemon water but you kinda suck at using knives

♡ if you leave your glasses/sunnies at his place, he’ll take it upon himself to clean them for you

♡ knows the kinds of snacks you like on movie nights so he stocks up on them, never leaving his pantry empty. no, he never eats snacks, but he knows you do <3

♡ he’s also the type to drive you out wherever and whenever you want. night drives, sunset viewing, anything you wanna do he’s willing to take you there. you’re his passenger princess!!

♡ also omg so random but i feel like he’s lowkey insecure of his fangs. like he knows they can be a bit intimidating and cause some worry, so whenever he smiles around you he tries to keep them inside but they just peek out his lips and it’s skfkskfj so cute

♡ and when he laughs he covers his mouth so sometimes you have to place your hand over his, and he’ll look at you all “what..?” and you’ll peel his hand back and be all cute about it

♡ “show me your smileee” and he gets all SHYYY

♡ he’s definitely the angry/grumpy shy with you, he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed about being shy or flustered but he also kinda enjoys the feeling

♡ sorry this is so unorganized but i just had another thought

♡ he’s just so familiar with being in the same bed as you by now that he can tell when somethings wrong just by the movements you’re making

♡ or if you’re shifting around a lot in your spot, he won’t say anything but he’ll grab onto your waist to let you know he’s there and he’ll pull you a bit closer so you feel more at ease

♡ AND EVEN IF YOU ARENT IN HIS BED, he’ll never go into your spot. that’s your spot. though he does take the pillow and hug it sometimes. sometimes..

♡ he even washes your pillowcase more often than he washes his sheets because he knows how particular you are about your skincare and haircare

♡ but he’s also super particular about his own hygiene, constantly freshening himself up with like spray deodorants and stuff. and a lot of mouth wash. he takes dental care very seriously.

♡ like he even reminds you to floss every night and prepares you a cup of mouth wash and seals it with a kiss hehdheh

♡ that man is so clean. deadass. he works so hard yes but he always makes sure to be clean because the last thing he wants is to be a loser that SMELLS bad (LOLLDFKMSM)

♡ you’re the only person he’ll listen to when it comes to bedtime

♡ he’s always being scolded by his colleagues to get more sleep because his under eyes are getting darker than a winter night sky

♡ but he always just brushes them off — unless it’s you

♡ he’s actually kinda nervous to make you upset. like he could never even dream of making you upset or mad at him he couldn’t handle that

♡ you two never argue, you only have very passionate debates

♡ you’re usually right in the end, and he accepts that. he just hates when you two disagree. so when apologizing for being stubborn and making you upset, he speaks in a way softer tone than he would anyone else. it’s a bit higher than his normal voice and it’s very airy, very comforting and apologetic

♡ he’s just such a softie for youuuu waoooowwww

♡ anyway i’m gonna post this and come back to it when i have new ideas instead of posting a bunch of separate ones <3 enjoy angels !

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Hello my lovely mutual! I've always loved your bear!Bakugou idea. I would like to donate some thoughts on it. What if reader is out taking a walk in the forest, and gets their leg stuck in a bear trap. Bear!bakugou rushes out of the nearby tree he was climbing when he heard your scream to see what's wrong.

Or!

Bear! Bakugou comes back home one day with a big pout and is covered in swollen bee stings. When you ask what happened, he mumbles something about "just wanting some fucking honey but those damn bees got in the way" while you out some bee sting salve on the many bumps on his skin

USHEJFHEHEJJEHTE SCREAMING AT POUTY BAKUGOU WIWIRJHTHTBEJEIRFHTBTB I’M GONNA HAVE TO DO TWO PARTS BC I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Genre: kinda angsty? Idk I saw this and SPRINTED

Content: in which Katsuki got too pouty waiting for you to go to the farmer’s market and tried getting honey his own way

The sun was nestling itself comfortably over the horizon of your little wooden cabin, tucked quietly amongst the trees and shrubbery. Katsuki had definitely made himself at home, with the ever growing pile of fur he shed around the home, to the distinctly empty jars of honey in your pantry.

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“Oi, where’s the fuckin’ honey! Got the damn cravings for tea again,” Katsuki grumbled noisily into the pantry’s cupboard.

You hummed in thought.

“Hmm, maybe try the top shelf? I haven’t had honey in anything for a while, so you must have had it last,” you called back, immersing yourself back into your TV show.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and searched even harder for his jar of delicious, golden gooey-ness. His heart all but fell out his mouth before letting out an annoyed yell.

“ARGH, DAMNIT!”

The yell shocked you, causing you to jump loudly at the noise and fall flat on your ass. Katsuki emerged into your shared living room INCREDIBLY pissed, poofy ears twitching in irritation. He paced for a solid 2 minutes, letting out the occasional huff and staring at you.

You stared back at him.

“Can I help you?” You sarcastically asked him. Katsuki grunted in annoyance.

“Honey.”

“Um. Yes dear?” You tried. Katsuki went bright pink at the suggestion and donned a face of anger.

“No you moron! We’re out of honey, and I’m fuckin’ cravin’ it!” He rumbled. You let out an “oh”.

“Well, I suppose we can go to the shop and get some, I think we’re low on milk and bread too,” you suggested. Katsuki let out an irritated sigh.

“You know I hate that cheap fuckin’ shit from the store! I want the good stuff from the farmer’s market!” He borderline fucking whined. Never in the year of living with him had he whined over something as trivial as a jar of honey! You sat up to face him properly.

“Katsuki. It’s Sunday. The farmer’s market isn’t until Wednesday, you know this! You seriously can’t have ate so much honey that we need another jar already!” You exclaimed in shock.

“Hey, it’s winter coming up! You know that I have to eat lots for my hibernation, can’t help what I’m fuckin’ craving!” He snapped back.

You side-eyed him before nestling back into the couch.

“Well, it’s either you can come with me to the shop if you’re so desperate for a jar, or you can wait until Wednesday for the market,” you told him.

Katsuki let out an angry yell before stomping outside, into the woods. You watched him curiously before letting out a sigh. It wasn’t uncommon for Katsuki to wander about the woods.

You just hoped he had common sense to avoid the hunters.

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The sun was setting, and Katsuki was nowhere to be seen. It had been at least 6 hours since you had seen or heard from him, and the phone that you had gotten him was in his bedroom.

You paced with worry. Sure, he would storm out but he would at least be back before sundown. Maybe you should go have a loo-

The thick wooden door creaked open. Your head snapped to the sound before the angry grunts and pained snarls filled the air.

“Katsuki are you o-“ you stopped in shock.

Katsuki’s face was all swollen, multiple stings all over his face and hands. Even his poor little ears had been stung.

“Katsuki, what the fuck happened?!” You exclaimed. Katsuki only pouted.

“Just wanted some fuckin’ honey, but the damn bees got in the way,” he snarled lowly. You stared at him for a few seconds.

.

…

…..

All before you fell on your ass, giggling away.

“HEY, DON’T FUCKIN’ LAUGH! IT HURTS YOU KNOW!” He screamed back.

“I’M SORRY BUT I I-SKEJJDJDFJF,” you howled with laughter as Katsuki growled at you.

“DAMNIT! QUIT FUCKIN’ LAUGHING YOU ASSHOLE- OUCH!” Katsuki yelled and looked away, hiding his wince.

You settled down pretty quickly before a look of worry overtook your features.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Can I help you with the stings? I promise I’ll be gentle,” you promised. Katsuki huffed.

“Hmph. Fine.”

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The next three hours consisted of you plucking out the stingers from his wounds as he growled in pain and occasionally whimpered (not that you let on that you heard him). After the entire ordeal was done and Katsuki was bandaged up, you offered to cuddle him on the couch.

“Ugh, fine. You’re lucky it’s near my hibernation time, else I wouldn’t be feeling’ so damn tired,” he muttered as he got comfortable on the couch.

You just smiled and snuggled back in to him.

[bbhyeoliskooks]

❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — SIX.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

Introduction. | One. | Two. | Three. | Four. | Five. | Six. | Seven.

𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

𖥻 Genre: Angst, fluff, guardianangel!au, served with 4000+ words

𖥻 Warnings: idk myself but unedited 

𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

Every single day after Yeonjun came back was nothing short of heaven for you. At last the angel whom you thought would have left forever came back to you and every moment was better than ever. 

Those nights in agony where you prayed to God, desperately hoping he’d come back were honestly worth it. No amount of crying and wishing from the heart would make you regret your decision since it all meant that he was in your embrace once again. The new found relationship was as happy as ever, but this time you two were actually dating and you could actually call him your boyfriend!

Although it hadn’t been long since you started dating- almost 3 weeks and 5 days but who was counting!- every memory and second together felt like walking on clouds. It felt like your heart flew higher than Yeonjun could’ve ever done before he became a guardian angel. He may have lost his freedom, but at least he gained something so much better, you thought as he stole a glimpse at you once again. 

Every waking moment was divine and you enjoyed seeing him after the sun rose and left rather than being left with an empty bed. Your world felt perfect, so you cherished what you had with him while he was there on Earth. If it was for the rest of your life then... there was really no opposition to be found. 

Never in a million years would you think you’d be in a grocery store, secretly passing kisses with your guardian angel- out of everyone in the world- and trying not to get caught from any lingering eyes in the ice cream aisle. His lips were sweeter than honey and sugar combined, and you were sure that it could replace the love of ice cream in your life. However, Yeonjun’s kisses became bolder and bolder as time passed and soon you two were making out against the chilled window of one of the ice cream freezers.

You giggled enamored, wrapping your arms around Yeonjun’s neck as he pressed a kiss against your cheek this time.

“We need to stop, Yeonjun! People will see us and-”

He interrupted you by leaving another saccharine kiss on your lips, a fresh invitation to make out that had you swooning once again.

“Aw, but Y/N.. I was just starting to have fun. If you want, we can get out of here and go back home,” he whispered seductively- which you had no clue an angel could do, granted that they were pure beings after all.

You shook your head, slightly pushing him away and grabbing your cart.

“Not now angel,” from the corner of your eye, you saw that he had pouted, “we can do so later but I do want to make you something yummy for tonight.”

His eyes lit up and he almost jumped, hanging onto the edge of the cart with giddiness.

“Oh my gosh, really?!! I love you so much, angel! Let’s go hurry and get the rest of the stuff; I’m very excited to see what you’ll make me!”

The change in his demeanor caused you to laugh and you pushed the cart along, hearing him pleasantly hum your favorite song from behind you. You couldn’t help but join in too, drawing circles on the handle as he led the melody. All you could think was: this was so totally worth it.

You were sorting the groceries and putting the pasta in the pantry, mindlessly thinking to yourself. It was nearing the end of the day, as the stars would soon coat the blanketing night sky. Honestly, every day went by so quickly with your angel. Now that he was here, it was a dream come true. You couldn’t help but cherish every minute, compared to a couple weeks ago when your heart couldn’t find solace without him. Some may call it dependency, but when you experience pure love like Yeonjun’s, how can one ever move on?

It wasn’t until Yeonjun snuck up behind you, his warm arms pulling you close, that you realized that he would never disappear again. Somehow, you could feel his love overflowing immensely from his soul as he held you, smiling in the crook of your neck. His natural scent filled the air, lingering as your heart beat even faster.

You smiled, shifting your head to get even closer to him. 

“You smell good.. but you were in the shower for too long because I already miss you.”

He smirked, letting his arms relax yet still holding you comfortably.

“That’s not true because I missed you more. Come to bed now? It’s getting late.”

You laughed at his rationale and his line of reasoning. No matter what happened in the past, you were thankful you had him now. Him leaving would never happen again.

“Sure,” you giggled, grasping his hand as he led you to the room.

Your eyes remained wide open with the air cold enough to make them tear up. It had been a restless night thanks to the coffee you drank earlier and even though you were completely comfortable in Yeonjun’s warm arms, nothing could help you fall asleep.

Yeonjun, looking up from his book, noticed that you were still awake before looking at the time- almost 1am. His eyebrows crinkled and he looked down at you confused. You didn’t notice his lingering stare and remained focused on your inability to sleep, wondering if you had insomnia or not- an overreaction to just drinking coffee. It’s almost as if Yeonjun read your thoughts, and he put down his book on the table beside the bed.

“Can’t sleep, angel?”

You looked up at him, frowning and nodding your head.

“Yeah, unfortunately. I think it might be because of the coffee that you told me not to drink earlier before we went grocery shopping.”

He let out a chuckle, turning all his attention on you. His blue hair was still a little wet, matted to his forehead in a way that made your heart swoon.

“I told you not to,” he tapped your nose to which you smiled at, “but it’s okay. Since I’m here, I can sing you to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, jokingly scoffing to yourself.

“You definitely can’t. I know you’re an angel and all and angels are supposed to be close to perfect, but that’s just not possible for you to have another talent.”

And once again, Yeonjun just had to impress you as his lips parted and sang a soft lullaby. There were no words to it since he sang on a closed vowel but the timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t supposed to be surprising since he was an angel after all, but his voice was genuinely the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. No one could compare to his remarkable talent and just for a second, you thought you ascended to heaven. You swore you could listen to his voice every night before going to sleep; you would just have to pretend you couldn’t fall asleep from now on. You felt extremely to have Yeonjun as your boyfriend.

Yeonjun smiled at your visible awe, pausing his song. It’s almost as if he read your mind, so you poked fun at him and closed your eyes.

“Come on, angel, go to sleep now.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead, watching your eyes slowly close and your smile fading as you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Yeonjun couldn’t have asked for anything more. For you to be wrapped in his arms, sleeping peacefully with shallow breaths. He wanted to cherish this moment forever and if it wasn’t selfish, he wanted to hold you close and look at you like this for eternity. Peaceful, content, and the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You were the prettiest thing he’s ever seen; nothing could ever compare to this, not even being in heaven. It’s crazy how deep he fell in love with you and being away from you for even just a little bit felt like eternity to him. He would never leave you again, unless you asked him.

As he was admiring you, a thud came from beside the open window. Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the window a little bit. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The stars were twinkling as per usual. The night seemed to drag on. The curtains were flowing as they usually had, but he could sense a peering presence that he felt called to respond to. He didn’t want to seem crazy but it felt like there was someone, or interestingly enough- something out there. He looked at you, smiling that you had finally gone to sleep, before getting up and tucking you in bed.

As soon as he took his first step out, he saw a radiating light, extremely familiar to an angel’s. He ran to the window, heart dropping in shock, knowing that this was not good news. White feathers, shining light, and a comforting presence? How ironic. This only meant one thing, and it wasn’t good. Now he was face to face with Taehyun, one of the superior angels in heaven. He was visibly shocked, anger weaving itself into his perfect features. Although, he seemed more so confused. 

Yeonjun sent him a sheepish smile to which Taehyun only seemed to get more irritated at and growled in a low voice:

“We need to talk.”

Yeonjun sighed, holding himself against the chill of the dark night. He was preparing for the worst, hoping that Taehyun’s visit wouldn’t change anything. But he wasn’t foolish- he knew what this visit meant just by Taehyun’s expression and frustrated stance.

Yeonjun then spoke up, impatiently wanting to get back to you who was still sleeping soundly and hadn’t noticed his absence.

“Why are you here?”

Taehyun, grimaced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the tree. His light radiated from his body, although he was in his physical form. Anyone who saw would immediately be blinded, though it didn’t seem like Taehyun cared about that right now. Yeonjun gulped, his eyes not daring to look at him straight in the face.

“You have a lot of audacity to ask that. You know that right?”

Yeonjun parted his lips to say something, but Taehyun immediately cut him off with an irritated tone.

“I wanted to see why you complained and wanted to change your assignment three weeks ago? I thought you had problems with your human, but it looks like the case is far from that.”

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, immediately getting defensive. He knew Taehyun wouldn’t hurt Y/N just by his nature, but there was no telling of what he was thinking or what he would do. Nonetheless, he let the superior angel continue, venom lacing his soft spoken voice.

“Guardian angels are not to fall in love with humans! I know that this is your first human, but it is strictly forbidden. I would ask how long it has been going on, but that doesn’t matter. Yeonjun, there will be consequences to pay for your actions. You’re supposed to know better.”

Yeonjun only got angrier with Taehyun’s words, clenching his fists at his sides. If he already broke that one rule, then he could at least make a stand against his superior- another broken rule that would lead to more disaster in the future.

“Forgive me, but I already know that. I tried not to, but I fell in the hardest way possible. It was as simple as flying to me, and I will not let you take her away from me!”

Taehyun’s expression relaxed, deadpanned. There was no more emotion in his voice as he spoke, which was crueler because it showed he didn’t care. Yeonjun’s soul crumbled at the next words that Taehyun said.

“I will separate something that is not allowed and “natural”. I follow God’s orders, not yours, and it is extremely rude to speak back to a superior. Yeonjun, you’ve failed the job of being her guardian angel by having a...” he paused for a little, scrunching his nose for a second, “... unique relationship. I will have you know that none of the angels in God’s order stands for this.”

Yeonjun gulped, a hard bulge already forming at the back of his throat. He seemed to not get the hint, more so wanting to deny the words on the tip of Taehyun’s tongue.

“You are strictly forbidden to see her again. You will only get that privilege after 10 years which seems enough time for her to forget you, but little for you. During that time, you must prove that you have fallen out of whatever “love’ you have for her” he snided, rolling his eyes. He blinked with nothing but cruelty behind his eyes. “You have only until the sun rises and as soon as light shines, you must report back to heaven.”

“Wait, Taehyun-!”

The superior angel disappeared in a second, with Yeonjun foolishly trying to reach out to him. His eyes widened, reality falling on him at full speed. His world crumbled at his shoulders and he didn’t have enough strength to push it back up and find a solution. Taehyun’s word, coming from God, was absolute and there would be nothing he could do to fix the situation. Love wasn’t enough this time and though he couldn’t accept it, he had to.

The night stared back at him as he wished that the sun would never appear. The wind picked up around him as his blue hair swept violently around his face. His heart pulled at his soul, not being able to decide if he should tell you the truth or not. He knew it would change your relationship dynamic and he didn’t want to wreck what little time you had left, even if it was a couple hours. It was a cruel game and Taehyun was generous to offer a little bit of time. He crawled back into the window, softly shutting it behind him when he noticed that you were awake, dazed and confused.

You wiped the slumber out of your eyes, squinting and noticing that the atmosphere seemed despondent. Yeonjun scratched his neck meekly, knowing that you knew he left the house.

“Angel?” You noticed a grim look on Yeonjun’s face. Immediately your heart dropped but you tried to swallow the emotions away. He promised he wasn’t going to leave, right? You had no reason to doubt him, especially when he came back. There would be consequences if he went back to heaven, so there’s no way that he would return. 

Yeonjun gave you a wary grin, one that didn’t go unnoticed by you. You just tilted your head to the side, waiting for an explanation. In a second his smile faltered which meant that he was definitely hiding something. 

“Where did you go?”

Yeonjun just shook his head in response, letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I just wanted to fly for a bit. You know, get some fresh air?”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Yeonjun simply got into bed, ignoring your confusion before pulling out the linen sheets over his legs. Then he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in closer for what he’d call “snuggles,” his favorite thing to do with you. As always, he was warm and his presence was comforting enough to drown out the wary atmosphere. 

There were a couple of minutes of silence between you two as you buried yourself deeper into Yeonjun’s chest. Again, Yeonjun wasn’t very smiley which was out of the blue because he was always really excited and happy to be near you.

Rolling your eyes, you quickly pulled yourself out of his hug, demanding answers.

“Yeonjun, I know there’s something wrong. Won’t you tell me?”

Sighing, Yeonjun looked at you with a sad look in his eyes.

Your heart started beating fast. No...

His silence only brought you back to the time where you two had argued and he left without any warning.

“You’re... you’re not going to leave me, are you?” Immediately, you felt tears pooling at the edge of your eyes. You couldn’t handle his departure. Not again.

Yeonjun sensed your worry, reaching out to your hands and holding them gently. His thumb grazed the back of your hand with utmost love, and he was physically unable to look you in the eye. If he had a heart, it would definitely be breaking. Since Taehyun was his superior and coming directly from God Himself, that meant that him leaving would be permanent- in your lifetime at least, which meant that he would never get to kiss or hold you again.

“If I were to leave,” Yeonjun felt a warm, wet sensation uncontrollably trail down his cheek, “you would move on, right?”

“Yeonjun, what are you talking about?”

“I’m your guardian angel. We know that our whole relationship will be strange because I’ll never physically become old and you’ll keep aging. You deserve so much better than me- a normal human life with children and a normal husband in the future.”

You shook your head uncontrollably, stuttering as your throat went dry.

“What? If this is about you feeling insecure about our relationship, then I’m sure we can fix it!” You wiped his tears, feeling the warmth of his cheek against your cold, shaking hands. “We’re meant to be together. It’s different for you and me.”

He gave you a weak smile in return, his nose puffy and eyes red. “Yeah, we are.”

You couldn’t do anything else but just pull in your angel for a hug. He sniffed, his chest heaving as you held him tightly. Even if that bit reassured him, you still felt like something was off. Regardless, there was nothing you could do about it, making you feel utterly weak. The fact that there was something so incredibly wrong was enough to make you shed tears of your own to which Yeonjun noticed. 

His hand gently grabbed your chin as he tilted it up in order for you to look at him. His gaze was sincere and he pressed a soft kiss against your quivering lips.

“Hey, please don’t cry, angel. You know I hate seeing you cry.”

You only frowned even more, his words not enough to comfort you. You couldn’t control yourself from sobbing, barely holding yourself together to say that you were scared of him leaving again.

Yeonjun remained silent for a couple of seconds before regaining composure.

“Don’t cry,” he chuckled as his fingers ran through your hair. “It’d be hard to get rid of me. Not unless you decide you’re tired of me and you want a new guardian angel.”

“Never. I just want you, for the rest of my human life,” you laughed, not believing that you would ever get tired of him. He scrunched his face before giving you a wide grin. His body winced at telling you a lie, crushing his whole heart because he knew that loving you wasn’t enough to make him stay. 

You giggled with him, which made the room lighten a little bit. Just hearing Yeonjun laugh and smile at you a little bit made you feel a whole lot better. Though, it still didn’t make you feel safe completely. Yeonjun cooed, shushing you as you used his chest as a pillow. You snuggled in deeper, his presence enough to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

He ran his fingers through your hair again before pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N. You are the most beautiful thing that I have seen in my millennia of being around and nothing compares to you.”

You smiled at his words, slowly closing your eyes. There weren’t enough hours in the day and you eventually had to succumb to sleep which was easing your worries by distracting you.

“I love you too, Yeonjun. Please don’t ever go,” you sighed as you felt sleep pulling you slowly each second. Falling asleep in Yeonjun’s arms was too relaxing, coaxing you to a soundless slumber.

“I-I won’t,” Yeonjun gulped as he noticed you fighting to stay awake. He couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips raise, despite how sadness was swallowing his every being. Being aware of his lie only crushed his heart more and he swore he could hear it cracking in his chest. There was no time left to keep holding you in his arms, as Taehyun would be there in a couple hours. But Yeonjun just held you tighter, feeling your arms become weaker by the second. His betrayal the next morning would destroy you- he knew- but he wanted his last hours with you to be as normal as they possibly could.

So he just held you in the silence of the night, getting angry at the world and himself for complaining in the first place. All because he doubted that a relationship with you could work, and it did; he just didn’t know it at the time. How foolish of him, which was funny enough because he was an angel and angels were supposed to be wise.

The hours were going by as Yeonjun’s tears fell on your head. Anytime now, Taehyun would be there, ready to collect him and make a complaint to God. And just on time, from the corner of Yeonjun’s eyes, he saw a shining, white light near the mirror. 

It was time.

Yeonjun looked at your relaxed body, wanting to remember this moment forever. The curve of your nose, the warmth of your cheeks, your lips slightly agape as you breathed deeply... The world fell at his shoulders as he realized that he would never hear your beautiful voice for a while. That didn’t hurt as much as knowing that he could never kiss you again. Never hold you again. Never be with you again as you and him intended it. He shut his eyes, unable to take the mental pain.

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed as his wings emerged from his back. He could barely hold himself together as he flew to the window, glancing at you for the last time. Selfishly enough, he hoped that you wouldn’t forget him in your meager years of human life.

He whispered a quiet ‘I love you’ in your direction, before closing his eyes and shooting into the cruel night with his superior.

You awoke to a quiet morning, the sun filling through the room. Strangely enough, you woke up cold which hadn’t been often unless that meant that...

“Yeonjun?!”

You shot up, eyes glancing around the room to no avail. By now, Yeonjun would have flown in to check on you, but there was no reponse. Not here, in your bedroom. Not anywhere, actually.

You threw the covers off you, not caring that it would make a mess you’d eventually have to pick up. Soon the door swung open, clattering against the wall as you looked in every room. The floor creaked below your feet as your footsteps became stomps. Where could he be?

He wasn’t anywhere. 

“Yeonjun, please!” You cried, hoping that this was a practical joke he was playing. You walked in circles, running downstairs. 

“This isn’t funny!” You felt tears instantly gather in your eyes as you looked throughout the quiet house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the pantry. He wasn’t there. He was nowhere to be found. 

Your heart fell at his lack of response and it physically made you weak as you fell to the floor. You knew what happened, you knew that something was off and you knew that he knew he was leaving. Again.  

How could he?

You brought your shaking hand to quiet the helpless cries coming from your mouth. 

He said he wasn’t going to leave you just a couple hours ago.

He lied. 

Released: June 8, 2024 (11:30pm)

Thoughts: Hey, y’all. I definitely am not releasing this 2 years after the last part came out! Goodness, I have been swamped with work ever since school started, but I’m ready to finally close off this series. I’m sure a bunch of you forgot about this, but finishing this has been in the back of my mind. I’m not sure if I want to keep writing other stories but since I’m bored and feeling guilty, I wanted to see if I could finish this during the summer. I also wanted to get my mind off things (my ex and how single I am) so I wanted to release another part. I was also inspired since I saw TXT 2 days ago. They were amazing (as always), but yeahhhhh hope you guys enjoy this part. 

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I love your babysitting jules fic and the tell me how you know your boyfriend won't cheat on you fic. I was thinking, like remus and sirius have a day off and spend it with jules, and sirius goes somewhere and comes back to find remus and jules sleeping on the flour and they look similar and he just smiles.

Idk, hope this makes sense, I love all your fics.

It totally makes sense and it’s super cute! Thanks for such a wonderful suggestion <3 This is Part 4 of Adventures in Babysitting (1 2 3)

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

As much as Sirius loved hockey, he had to admit break days were his favorite part of the week. Most weekends, he and Remus would roll out of bed sometime around eleven, have lunch, go for a walk, and then turn into total couch potatoes if they didn’t have anything important to do.

But they had a kid now, so that plan had to change.

They managed to stay in bed until nine before soft rustling sounds began in Jules’ room—Remus’ aggressive cuddling delayed them for a bit longer, which Sirius did not have any complaints about, but eventually they knew it was time to move.

“Dinner’s at six, right?” Sirius asked as he washed his face while Remus tracked down a t-shirt. Shirtless mornings were another tragic sacrifice while Jules was around.

“Yep. Dumo said we could get there at five-thirty, though. Apparently, Katie’s been dying to see Jules again.” Remus kissed the back of his shoulder as he reached for a toothbrush. “I was thinking we could just let him choose what we do today.”

“Makes it a lot easier on us.”

“And it makes it extra special for him,” Remus mumbled around a mouthful of toothpaste. “We still get veto power, though.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

Jules was still in his bedroom when they went downstairs and for a fleeting moment, Sirius wondered if they had woken up early for nothing. “He’ll be down soon,” Remus said as if he could read his mind, pressing two coffee cups into Sirius’ hands. “All those cool knickknacks in the guest room will keep him distracted for a bit.”

Sure enough, excited footsteps followed a sharp gasp less than ten minutes later. Remus smiled over the rim of his coffee cup and walked over to the pantry to pull out the pancake mix. “Morning—"

“Is it true you won the regional All-Stars when you were in high school?” Jules blurted as he skidded into the kitchen and shoved a small trophy into Sirius’ hands, panting like he had run a mile.

Sirius squinted down at the little figurine; in all honesty, he had forgotten he even had it. “Where did you find this?”

“In the nightstand. Is it true?”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” He set it on the counter with their other random items. “Thanks for finding it, bud.”

Jules glowed under his approval and Remus bit his lip to stifle laughter. “Re, can we have chocolate pancakes?”

“We don’t have any chocolate chips, sorry,” Remus said as he mixed the batter. Liar. Sirius shot him a look, and he stuck out his tongue playfully behind Jules’ back. “We’ve got some fun news, though.”

“What?”

“There’s no practice today and you get to decide what we do.”

Jules’ jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“Awesome! Mom and Dad never want to see the cool stuff because they’re busy with museums and games and friends but there are so many places I wanna go,” Jules said in one rushing breath. Sirius blinked in shock, but Remus seemed unfazed as he handed the spatula over. “Thanks!”

“Sure thing.”

“Sirius, what are your favorite places?” Jules turned to him, still licking the spatula like his life depended on it.

Sirius took a moment to think and suppress a smile. “I like the roller rink, and the aquarium, and the park.”

“We already went to the park.”

“We can go again if you want,” he laughed. “You made friends, right?”

“Yeah, but I probably won’t see them again.” Oh, to have a child’s nonchalance when it comes to friends. “The aquarium sounds really neat!”

“It’s pretty cool,” Remus agreed as he ladled out batter into the pan. “They put in a new exhibit recently.”

“Sweet! Can we go now?”

“Don’t you want pancakes?” Sirius asked. “I know I do.”

Jules nodded rapidly. “I do, too. Can I ride on your shoulders?”

“Now?”

“At the aquarium.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“How tall are you?”

Sirius paused, then gave him a conspiratorial look. “Eleven feet tall.”

Remus burst out laughing and nearly burned himself on the pan; Jules rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’m ten, that doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Sirius took a sip of coffee. “I’m 191 centimeters tall.”

“Huh?”

“Almost two meters.”

Jules looked over to Remus, who shook his head with a smile. “He’s six foot three, Jules, and he’s messing with you by being fancy and Canadian.”

“How tall are you?” Jules asked, folding his knees under himself to reach the butter with his fork as Remus passed him a plate of pancakes.

Remus sighed. “Five foot eleven and a half.”

“Ha! Short.”

“Shut up, you’re still an Oompa Loompa.”

“I’m more than a foot taller than Oompa Loopmas,” Jules said haughtily, shoveling pancake into his mouth. “I looked it up the last time you called me that.”

“Look at you go! Gold star!”

Sirius cheeks were starting to hurt from holding down his laughter and Remus winked as he passed another plate over. “Thanks, love.”

“Why do couples have nicknames?” Jules asked. “I always thought it was a little weird. Mom and Dad have actual names, but they never really use them. It’s always honey, darling, other sappy stuff.”

Remus shrugged as he sat down with them. “Why do you call me Re? That’s not my full name.”

Jules thought for a second. “Partly because ‘Remus’ sounds like a stuffy old museum name.”

“Oh, and ‘Julian’ doesn’t?” Remus teased. “Usually, people give nicknames because they care about each other. Couples just have an extra level to that.”

“I don’t really like it when people call me by my full name, either,” Sirius added.

Jules frowned. “But people call you by your first name all the time.”

“They do. But my friends usually don’t. There’s Cap, Padfoot, whatever your brother comes up with that day…”

“I call you Sirius.”

“I don’t mind as much when you say it.” Because you’re adorable and I would literally do anything for you. “You can call me whatever you want.”

Jules seemed satisfied by that answer and turned back to his pancakes; Sirius caught Remus quickly looking away when he glanced back up and smiled, giving him a quick nudge with his foot. Baby, Remus mouthed with a slight smirk. Sirius rolled his eyes.

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The aquarium was busy, but it was a weekend, after all. They only had to wait in line for ten minutes; during that time, Jules made three new friends and every single one of the parents thought he was their son. Even the ticket salesman offered them a family discount that Remus politely declined.

But…it wasn’t a bad thought. Sirius let it ruminate in the back of his mind as he helped Jules onto his shoulders and Remus grabbed a map from the kiosk for when they inevitably got turned around. Definitely not this year, or the next, but someday Sirius did want to say ‘yes’ to the parents and kids discount, though he couldn’t place his finger on why.

And then they reached the whale exhibit. A huge humpback skeleton hung from the ceiling in a smooth curve, its mouth open to reveal perfectly preserved baleen. Jules reached up and trailed his fingers through the space below its massive ribcage—he was too short to touch it still, but the pure awe on his face took Sirius’ breath away more than any deep-sea creature could.

“Baby, can you get a picture of us by the glass?” Remus asked. Ahead of them, a huge tank stretched into a tunnel that lead to the tropical exhibit; Sirius nodded and bent to let Jules down.

“Race you there!” he called, running across the well-worn blue carpet at full tilt. Remus followed him with a laugh and caught him just before they reached the glass, swinging him off his feet by the armpits and turning to face Sirius.

His throat tightened a bit as he took his phone out for the picture. They beamed at him with almost-identical smiles, right down to the dimples. That. That right there, he thought. That’s what I want. “Got it.”

“Awesome, your turn.” Remus put Jules down and began walking over, but an older man motioned to Sirius just before he put his phone away.

“Excuse me, would you like me to get a picture of all three of you?” he asked. A little girl—his granddaughter, perhaps—watched them shyly from behind his legs.

“Oh. Yes, thank you.” Sirius handed him his cell phone and went over to the glass, wrapping one arm around Remus’ waist and draping the other over Jules’ shoulder. They smiled, backlit with blues and greens and aquamarine.

“Alright, I took a few.” The man gave Sirius’ phone back and patted him on the arm as the little girl tugged his sleeve. “You have a beautiful family. Have a good day!”

Sirius didn’t fully snap out of his daze until they were in the tropical tunnel, where fish in colors he could never dream of darted back and forth and fascinated Jules. The aquarium used to be his favorite place in Gryffindor; now, it was probably his favorite place in the world.

Remus led them through a series of corridors, pausing every now and then when Jules scampered toward the next tank, though he seemed to have something on his mind. When Sirius shot him a questioning look, he kissed his cheek and held his hand instead of answering. They wandered past the sting rays, the turtles, and the sharks, until Sirius recognized the multicolored lights from the next room over and stopped in his tracks. “No.”

Remus grinned. “Yeah.”

Jules looked between them in clear confusion. “What?”

“I gotta show you something, c’mere.” Sirius crouched down and helped him back onto his shoulders, then ducked into the adjacent exhibit. Immediately, he heard Jules gasp as jellyfish surrounded them.

“Woah.”

“Isn’t it cool?” His smile was staring to hurt his cheeks. “Here, this in my favorite part.”

Sirius walked to the twelve-foot arch near the middle of the room and stood beneath it, basking in the warmth of the bright lights below as jellyfish of a billion sizes floated overhead. He sighed and leaned his head back slightly to get a better look.

Jules stretched his arms up, trying to touch the glass. “Wow,” he breathed.

When Sirius looked back down, he saw Remus lowering his phone with a small smile. “Had to get a good one,” he said as he stepped under the arch with them and leaned into Sirius’ side. Jules reached down and flipped his baseball cap backwards. “Thanks, buddy.”

“I’ve been waiting to do that for ages.”

“Good to know,” Remus laughed. “Ready to move on?”

“Just a second,” Sirius said, pulling Remus’ arm around his waist. “Just a bit longer. We’ve got nowhere to be but here.”

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They did, in fact, have somewhere to be, though Sirius didn’t remember that until 3:30 pm. He also remembered that they were supposed to bring dessert that night and unless Remus wanted to out himself as a liar by busting out the chocolate chips in the cupboard, they needed a plan B.

The grocery store was blessedly empty when he arrived, which meant he could use self-checkout for the two containers of cookies he bought—thank god. As much fun as the aquarium was, there were so many people, and they were everywhere.

I need a nap, he thought as he walked back out to the car and watched his breath steam in the December air. And, like, half an hour by myself to listen to music.

The first thing he noticed was that the house was quiet. Hattie didn’t bark when he got out of the car, or when he unlocked the front door, or called out a hesitant “hello?” while he took his shoes off. Nothing seemed amiss, other than the fact that Jules had been bouncing off the walls when he left.

The living room held the answers to all his questions. Hattie was passed out on the couch, splayed with her belly to the ceiling. Jules and Remus were asleep on the carpet with The Fellowship of the Ring between them; clearly, they had been mid-chapter when they dozed off. Sirius set the cookies on the counter and carefully slid the book out of Remus’ hands, setting it on the coffee table before pulling the thick knitted blanket off the couch.

Hattie grumbled at him and cracked an eye open. “Shhh,” he said softly, kissing her forehead before laying the blanket over the other two. They looked so alike—their hair was nearly the same shade, and Jules’ jaw was only slightly narrower than Remus’. Sirius bet that in ten years, it would be hard to tell them apart in photos.

He crept upstairs and set a timer for 4:30. James had recommended a new band ten minutes before midnight, and Sirius figured he should at least give it a shot if it was so important. He grabbed his headphones, pressed play, and let out a deep breath as he sank back into the pillows.

Half an hour went by too fast, and before he knew it the alarm was ringing instead of the steady bass of the new song. He squinted at the clock, praying it would be wrong, and sighed when he saw that technology had won out once again.

Remus and Jules were still asleep on the floor, though they had cuddled closer at some point and the blanket nearly covered Jules entirely. Sirius crouched down next to Remus and brushed his hair off his forehead before gently shaking his shoulder. “Re. Sweetheart, it’s time to get up.”

“No,” Remus murmured.

“Come on, mon loup, dinner’s in an hour.”

“ ‘m tired. C’mere.”

“I would love to, but we promised Dumo we’d be there.”

“Sirius?” Jules blinked up at him sleepily.

“Hey, buddy.”

“We hafta get up?”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus said without opening his eyes.

“Love you, too,” Sirius laughed quietly. “I got cookies.”

“Cookies?” Jules sat up fully at that and rubbed his eyes; Remus groaned and rolled onto his back.

“Technically, they’re for after dinner, but an exception can be made.”

Remus stared at him for a moment, then sighed and held his hands up as Jules hurried into the kitchen. “Alright, fine.”

Sirius pulled him to his feet and kissed his forehead. “We’ve got about forty-five minutes before we need to head out, okay?”

“So we could’ve napped for thirty more.”

“You could, but then you’d both be cranky.” Sirius leaned back to look into the kitchen. “Just one, Jules! Save some for Katie and the others!”

There was a beat of silence, then a heavy sigh. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist and leaned his forehead against his chest, nuzzling into his sweatshirt. “You’re so soft. And warm.”

“It’s a gift.”

“Perfect place to take a nap.”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Sirius carefully detached Remus’ grip and he exhaled slowly.

“Thank you for picking up cookies, baby. Was there anything else we needed to bring?”

“Just ourselves.” He placed another kiss to his cheek and Remus stretched his arms over his head.

“Oof. Okay. I’ll go get a different shirt on and wrangle the kid if you want to find a plate to pretend the cookies are ours.”

“You read my mind,” Sirius said, earning himself a proper kiss before Remus turned and headed into the kitchen.

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They pulled into Dumo’s driveway at 5:40, which wasn’t bad, all things considered. Jules and Katie disappeared in a hurricane of excited rambling as soon as the door opened and Dumo burst out laughing the second he saw them. “Welcome to parenthood,” he said, pulling them each in for a hug. “How are you liking your free trial?”

“I’ve never been more exhausted in my life.” Remus shook his head as he took his coat off. “But I love it, for some reason.”

“That sums it up.” Celeste stood on her tiptoes to kiss each of Sirius’ cheeks. “Did you bring dessert?” He wordlessly held the plate out and she raised an eyebrow. “You remembered at…4 pm.”

“3:30.”

“You’re getting better, mon fils. Marc, Adele, come set the table!” Upstairs, two different sets of footsteps tumbled over each other as they came running down the stairs; both crashed into Sirius for hugs, just like they had when he first moved in.

“Bonjour,” he laughed, squeezing them tight and planting kisses to the tops of their heads. “I hope Regulus hasn’t been driving you too crazy.”

“I think he’s still asleep,” Adele said as she stepped back. Celeste shooed them both toward the dining room as Sirius raised his eyebrows.

“Un moment, s’il vous plait.” Dumo and Remus wandered off to supervise the kids while Sirius headed for the basement door. Regulus was nearly twenty years old—it wasn’t like he needed those blankets at six in the evening, anyway, and Sirius was only too happy to give him a rousing wake-up call. It was his right as an older brother. 

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🍪 Holiday Baking 🍪 (Day 4 of 12 Days of Christmas Series)

Summary: Shawn and Y/N decide to bake Christmas cookies, but some mishaps slow then down along the way. Warnings: Swear words, mentions of being burned, idk?

“Shawn, what if we made some cookies? I’m in the mood for baking and I really want something sweet. Plus, I haven’t made my Italian Christmas Cookies this year.”

“Umm, is that even question? Of course, I would love to bake cookies with you! Where do we start?!” He jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen as Y/N sat laughing at him.

“Okay, someone’s a little too excited. I don’t even know if you have all the ingredients to make them. Let me check,” She walked towards Shawn’s pantry. “Hmm, bud have you ever baked anything? There’s literally no baking supplies in here.”

Shawn chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, “About that, I usually just go to my parent’s house to bake things because I never know the right things to buy.”

Y/N pecked him on the nose and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the front door. “Well then I guess that means we have to go to the store.”

***

The second Y/N and Shawn walked down the baking aisle; he couldn’t contain himself. He spent a good five minutes staring at cookie sheets as Y/N just laughed and took a few pictures.

“Babe, I love how invested you are in finding a cookie sheet, but we really should start gathering the real items.”

“But Y/N, you don’t understand. I looove to bake, but I never know what to buy. Now that you’re here, you can help me. So, which one of these should I get? Or should I get all of them?” He started to pull the cookie sheets off the shelf and place them into the cart.

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend; he could be so childish. “Shawn, honey, I love you, but you really only need like three cookie sheets. Just grab two big ones and a small one.”

“I know you think I only need three, but do you not see how this pan has shapes on it? Isn’t that so cool? You don’t even need a cookie cutter.” He held up a gray pan to his face that had indented gingerbread men, Santa Clauses, and bells. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her.

“Why did he even ask for my opinion if he wasn’t going to take it,” She mumbled to herself.

“Hey, I heard that! And it’s not that I didn’t want your opinion, it’s just that…okay well maybe I wasn’t ever going to take your opinion.” He placed the Christmas cookie sheet into the cart and pushed it towards her.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I know, but you’re cute so I forgive you,” She shot him a small smile before grabbing the front of the car and moving it down the aisle.

“Okay, do you need measuring cups?” He nodded his head once. “Grab the green pack and the red one. The green is teaspoons and tablespoons. The red is cups.”

“I know baby, I can read the label.” He sassed off to her. She slapped his arm softly and continued walking.

“So, we need sugar, flour, and baking powder,” she read off her list. When she glanced up from her shopping list, she was mildly impressed to see that all the items rested in the shopping cart.

Shawn winked at her, “What? I listen to you sometimes,” she giggled and looked back down at their list.

Shawn watched her, a slight smile on his face, his heart beating fast. He loved this girl. Gosh, he loved her with all his heart. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet to be able to call Y/N his. She peeked back at him before pointing at the milk.

“Get that one, it works the best for baking.” Shawn grabbed the milk out of the fridge, set it in the cart, and pulled Y/N into a hug.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. “What’s up babe?” She gently rubbed up and down his back.

“I just really love you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I can really tell by the way you listened to me about the cookie sheets,” she huffed out, gently pulling away from him.

“Hey! They were on sale, and they were Christmas sheets!” He threw his hands up in the air defending himself as Y/N placed her hand on his cheek and pulled him into a kiss.

“I’m just teasing you. Let’s go get the extracts and the eggs.”

***

It took another half an hour for them to grab everything on their list (mostly because Shawn kept distracting Y/N). When they finally reached the checkout, they had more items than they went to the store for. Shawn would see a special Christmas edition of one of his favorite snacks and would buy it, to which Y/N would roll her eyes at but wouldn’t argue.

“That’ll be $350,” the cashier said, popping her gum. She stared Shawn up and down, but he didn’t notice because he was too busy racing Y/N to pay for their groceries.

Y/N beat him to it and stuck her card into the reader faster than Shawn could even blink. “Y/N! You were supposed to let me pay.”

The brunette-haired cashier sighed, clearly annoyed at the couple. “Have a nice day,” her monotone voice filled their ears, and they quickly grabbed the bags, placing them into their cart.

“Shawn, you pay for mostly everything. Plus, I was the one who suggested making Italian cookies.”

“Right, but I was the one who insisted on buying more than three cookie sheets like you suggested. We bought stuff for my kitchen, so you really should’ve let me pay.”

Y/N huffed. “And how many times in the past month that we’ve been together have you bought me a new dress? Or earrings? Or a necklace? You get me something once every week. And I’m very grateful for you, but dear, maybe let me pay for some of my own things. This is my gift to you.”

His cheeks flushed. “I love you and if you didn’t want all of those gifts, you should’ve just told me.”

“It’s not that I don’t want gifts, it’s just a little too often, and I feel bad when I can’t do the same in return for you.”

“Noted.” And that was how Y/N and Shawn worked. They communicated with each other very well, especially for a new couple who have barely started their relationship.

***

“Alright, now we add the flour.” Shawn poured the correct amount of flour into the bowl before mischievously smiling at Y/N.

“Do you want to know something that would be super fun? This,” and he smeared a handful of flour onto her face.

“You idiot! You’re going to make a mess. Might as well join in, but you have to clean it up,” she grabbed a cup worth of flour and poured it into Shawn’s dark hair, making it look like pepper.

“Oh! You mess with the hair? You’re going down.” He chased her around the house, container of flour in hand, and she squealed running away from him.

When they finally came to the agreement that it was a tie (flour was everywhere and they knew that clean up ensued) they popped the cookies into the oven and began tidying up Shawn’s condo.

“I thought you said I was going to have to clean this up,” he smirked towards her. Her face was covered in so much flour, you couldn’t tell where her white apron started and where her neck ended.

“I did say that. But I helped make the mess and we’re a team, so we clean it together.”

“A pretty good team I would say.”

***

When all the flour had been cleaned up, and Shawn and Y/N had both properly showered (Y/N was now wearing one of Shawn’s hoodies and some of his sweatpants, which, by the way, she looked adorable in and Shawn couldn’t help, but fawn over her) the cookies were finally ready to be taken out of the oven.

And that is when Shawn and Y/N realized their big mistake. They forget heating pads at the store! “Shit! If these don’t come out in the next few minutes, they’re going to burn in the oven and could set fire to your condo!”

Shawn sent Y/N a panicked look. “Umm, I’m going to go ask the neighbors if they have any, just keep a watch over those cookies.” He ran out the door leaving Y/N in the kitchen alone.

It was only a minute or so later that she smelt the burning of the cookies. “Shit, shit, shit!” She came up with the only solution she could think of. She grabbed a dishtowel from one of Shawn’s drawers and opened the open; smoke immediately poured out. She coughed and fanned it away, which to Y/N’s horror, set off the fire alarm. She reached her dishtowel covered hand into the oven and grabbed the pan.

It burned and it stung, and Y/N wanted to cry, but it was too late for that. The baking pan was hot, and the cookies were black. She threw the pan in the sink and turned on the faucet, running the cookies under it.

Meanwhile, Shawn’s neighbor had been unsuccessful in finding their cooking mitts in their messy drawers when he heard the fire alarm going off. His first thought was to get to Y/N. He ran out of his neighbor’s apartment and down the hall to his condo. When he finally got inside, he saw smoke in the air, his girlfriend on the ground clutching her hand, and the condo owner sitting next to her.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you okay? Did you get the cookies out of the oven?”

“Everything is fine Mr. Mendes. I think she is in a little bit of shock. I’m going to make an announcement that it was a false alarm. Will you be okay?”

Shawn nodded his head before scooping Y/N up into his arms. A few tears fell from her cheeks. “I wasn’t thinking except that your condo was going to be on fire. I grabbed a dishtowel to get the cookies out, but it’s not very protective and I burnt myself.”

Shawn’s heart dropped. The last thing he wanted was his girl to be hurt because he had been stupid enough to forget to buy oven mitts. “How bad is it? Let me see?”

“It’s not that bad, it’s only first degree. I’m more scared than hurt.” She held up her fingers and there were little blisters on her fingertips. He kissed each one and held her for a few more minutes.

“Let’s get you bandaged up.”

***

Y/N sat on Shawn’s bathroom counter as he wrapped her hand in gauze. “Sorry that I almost burnt your house down.”

He gently put his hand under her chin, turning her face towards his. “Hey, it’s not your fault. Plus, it will be a baking fail to never forget. We should make this a tradition every year, not the burning of the hands or the cookies, but the flour fight, the shopping for baking supplies—next year we definitely won’t forget oven mitts—and making Italian Christmas Cookies.” Y/N’s heart fluttered at the tender sentiment.

“I agree with you,” She kissed him on the lips and wrapped her gauzed hands around his neck. “Here’s to new traditions.”

A/N: This was a long one, but I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading. Part 5 will be out tomorrow.

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[turtle-steverogers]

(Wakanda stevebucky cont) and Bucky probs doesn't have his arm?? So it's like, they've both obviously changed a lot, and both of them are kind of bothered by it, but they both acknowledge that they still have each other, u know?? Idk this is getting real smoopy on me real fast

ok this ALSO started out as something different and then just turned into introspective fluffy as fuck stucky sooooo

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“You still have my tags?”

Bucky looks up from where he’s trying to close the bread bag, plastic clenched between his teeth as he twists it around with his right hand. He secures the clip back onto the bag and shoves it back into the pantry, putting his bread into the toaster.

On his chest, Steve’s dog tags dangle.

Bucky’s gaze darts down to where a dog tag chain falls below the neckline of Steve’s shirt.

“You still have mine?”

Steve’s hand reflexively goes to his chest, fingers ghosting over where Bucky can see the outline of his tags through his shirt. He fiddles a little with the hem afterwards and Bucky finds himself smiling fondly. It’s nice to know that Steve’s little fidgety habits haven’t changed.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve says, like there’s no reason he shouldn’t still have Bucky’s tags from that night they exchanged them in a foxhole in France. Fellas like them couldn’t have rings to seal the deal in those times, but there was something inherently final about the trade-- like they were dancing with death and love in equal measures, trusting that they’d come back to each other if the tags ever lived up to their purpose.

They have, Bucky realizes. They’ve come back to each other.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, amused as his bread pops out of the toaster. “Well, there you go,” he says. Steve wordlessly passes him the almond butter.

“Oh, but-- did they let you keep the tags?” It’s a blunt question and there’s no need to ask who ‘they’ are, but Bucky’s honestly grateful that Steve never seems to doubt his ability to handle these kinds of conversations. He thinks he’d tear his hair out if Steve thought him fragile or something. They both know he’ll say something if he doesn’t want to talk about it-- Steve would do the same with his own slew of bullshit.

“No,” he says simply, and he remembers realizing that that was only the start of Hydra ripping away his autonomy-- identity. And it hurt something awful to watch them take his last line to Steve aside from the goddamn piece of his soul that they couldn’t touch. “But I managed to steal them back sometime in the 90s. I didn’t know why they were important, but I knew I needed them.”

Steve hums, but Bucky can tell he’s formulating his next question.

Sure enough, a moment later, he’s hopping up onto the counter and asking, “What are the goddamn odds?”

And okay, they’re addressing the fucking insanity that is their goddamn life together. Bucky hesitates around his toast, almond butter dripping down his wrist. He goes to wipe his mouth with his other hand before he remembers it’s not there anymore.

“Low,” he says matter of factly.

Steve laughs and reaches out to Bucky, only to steal a bite of his toast. Bucky huffs, but moves into the space between his thighs anyway. Steve wraps his legs around his waist and Bucky feels something in his chest settle-- a puzzle piece falling back into place like it does every time he has Steve Rogers in his orbit.

“No, but seriously,” Steve says, taking another bite. Bucky rolls his eyes, because Steve’s definitely just doing that to be annoying. He doesn’t even like almond butter. Or honey-wheat bread for that matter. “I used to wonder who the hell we pissed off in our last life to hand us such shitty cards, but now we’re here… together… and I never quite know what to think.”

Bucky chews thoughtfully and shoves the rest of his toast in his mouth before Steve can steal another bite. He wraps his arm around Steve’s waist and pats his butt affectionately.

“Me neither, for what it’s worth,” Bucky admits. “And it’s hard, because we’re so goddamn blessed to be here in so many ways, but the shit we went through to get here…”

“I don’t always think it was worth it,” Steve says and yeah, that’s what Bucky couldn’t quite get himself to say. “I wish you didn’t have to go through what you did--”

“--And I wish you didn’t have to fucking die--”

“--But it’s not even…” Steve’s eyes wander and he fiddles with his dog tag chain again. Bucky kind of wants to take his hands and kiss them-- he loves Steve’s artist hands. “It’s not that what we went through was worth it, but there’s so many what ifs and… and I’m just glad that we’re here now. With each other. In this moment.”

Bucky softens and he shifts forward to kiss Steve’s nose and brush his fingers over his lower back, making him squirm. “Yeah, that’s-- that’s a really great way to put it,” he says. There’s a vulnerability thrumming between them and Bucky lets it drive him forward, baring his back. “I used to worry that you’d be thrown off by how much I’ve changed.”

Steve cocks his head and studies him for a moment. “I changed too,” he points out. “We’ve changed. How I think of us has changed. I think that’s okay, though. We were always bound to change with time… we just had a unique way of doing so.”

Bucky breaks into a grin. “My goddamn optimist,” he says fondly. “Least that hasn’t changed.”

Steve blushes all the way down his chest and Bucky finally gives into the urge to kiss him soundly on the lips.

“That full body blush ain’t changed either,” Bucky whispers and Steve huffs, kicking him lightly on the thighs where his legs are still wrapped around his waist.

“Shut up,” Steve murmurs, then tilts his head into the kiss, deepening it.

“Gladly,” Bucky says and hauls him closer, letting their bodies slot into place. Right where they’re meant to be.

-

thanks for reading, y'all

[dawniebb]

The Ones Left

So...as you might know, @healing-winston-pratt and I have this canon divergence where Winston and Callum live, but Genissa doesn’t (because we hate her), and Nova then starts living with Leroy and Winston in a house. A couple of days ago, I wrote a thing about it. It takes place after Leroy is released from prison and...yeah, there’s nothing more to it, my brain was just like “Bro, don’t you sometimes feel like...Leroy has f e e l i n g s?”

Idk if anyone’s going to read this lmao, but if somebody does: Hi! <3 I hope you like it <3 <3 <3

“Could you… take your shoes off? I just… mopped around here because the floor was so dirty. Of course, if you don’t want to there’s no need to… I kind of… made the place a little cozier for you to be comfortable so… “

This wasn’t his Winston, although Leroy had no idea why he thought he would be.

Winston hadn’t been his Winston even before all of this happened. When he saw him at the arena, he was already a different person.

He was… normal.

Healthy.

Sane.

He hadn’t mentioned a thing about it on their way home, but he didn’t have his makeup anymore. Again. Which meant the small dose of Agent N had worked.

Thank the odds.

“Leroy? “

His voice brought him back to reality, and Leroy shook his head, taking his shoes off and paying little attention to Winston’s little “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, like I said”.

But, despite his body language shoving the opposite, he did want to.

It seemed important.

Nova and Winston weren’t the cleanest people Leroy had met, but the place was neat. They had made it neat, because they knew Leroy would be released from prison today.

“Nova is… covering her shift. They called in for a last minute, emergency meeting and she got really mad but… she’ll try to be here earlier. It’s not like Adrian will stop her, you know? “

He knew. He just didn’t feel like speaking.

For being a house provided by the government, it was very nice.

Some questionable wallpapers here and there, but it was extremely nice, and big enough for all of them to live there.

Putting his hands on his pockets, Leroy started walking, barely getting close to the stairs, while Winston walked behind him, and just…staring.

“Uhm…The bedrooms are upstairs, and we already got yours sorted out, but you can change anything you don’t like… Also I have one shelf that I don’t use in mine, so you can have it if you like. I mean, I know you always have your… experiments around so… yeah. You may have it. If you want to.”

At this point, Leroy was already in the kitchen, where there was a pot with boiling water; there was also a salad, halfway finished, by the space next to the stove.

Winston, who seemed strangely nervous, took the pot out of the stove and then turned it off.

“This was Nova’s.” he cleared his throat. “It’s not Pasta Friday, but it’s… I guess… Leroy Wednesday, I don’t know. “

“Pasta Friday.”

“You see, we’re both busy sometimes. So we usually don’t cook… I mean, we do cook but sometimes it’s easier to just order pizza. So we decided to always cook on Fridays. She makes the pasta and I’m in charge of the dessert, which is usually mug brownies or cookies but anyway…”

Leroy felt something, but he wasn’t able to put his finger on what that something was.

He had never been apart from Nova for so long, if we didn’t count that time when Tala and David left the cathedral.

After that, somehow, she had always been there, and although she did have a close relationship with Winston for some time, she never acknowledged they were that close, and neither did him (But, back then, nobody ever knew what Winston was really thinking about anyway. Not even himself).

Nova had always been pretty secretive and quiet, mostly because they had raised her that way. Yet, it was usually clear which wagons she enjoyed the most.

Needless to say, she spent a lot of time in Leroy’s. She used to spend a lot of time in Winston’s too, when she was little.

But right now, they had been living together, just the two of them, for a year, while Leroy was in prison and, for what he could see, they had taken on their relationship where they had left it that many years ago, and that seemed to be working well for them, with their Pasta Friday… thing and their bad habit to spend too much money on pizza. Though, Leroy supposed, he wasn’t in the position to judge that. At least, not yet.

“Like I said, the bedrooms are upstairs and we have a bathroom at the back of this floor. The upper one, however, it’s smaller but it’s only Nova’s.”

“Nova has a bathroom.”

“She does.” For some reason, Winston seemed pretty excited about that, as he took out a dish casserole from the fridge and started putting it on the stove. “It was a sort of pantry, I guess… or just a random extra room, so I suggested we should turn it into a bathroom for her. She’s never have privacy in her life, you know? I figured she has the right to.”

Once again, he was right.

Back in the tunnels, everyone tried to respect each other’s space, but that didn’t mean they had some sort of privacy. The reason why that seemed to bug Winston so much had always been a mystery to Leroy, but now a lot of things made sense.

Not that he were willing to talk about it yet. It still felt like crossing a line. Maybe Winston and him were not that close.

Maybe he was just pretending to like him because Nova liked him. And maybe Nova was pretending to like him just because he had tried his best to be like the father who had been torn from her.

But sometimes one’s trying was not enough, and Nova didn’t owe him anything at all. Not that Leroy considered.

Even if she did, he wouldn’t have wanted her to pay him back anyway.

Having such a nosey lab partner, who wanted to know everything about anything had been fun.

Before her, nobody ever wanted to know.

Well…

Except Honey, when she was still in her 20s, which reminded him of something.

“Where’s…?”

And, fortunately, Leroy managed to stop himself in the middle of his sentence, coming to the realization.

Winston didn’t get the message immediately, which Leroy understood, because they were talking about the house. A question starting with “Where’s” could’ve basically meant anything.

“Where’s what, Leroy?”

Where’s what.

What.

Leroy remembered how those people would address her.

She was a Godforsaken woman after all, whose family didn’t want to have anything to do with her. And, back then, Nova was a minor.

A very angry and brokenhearted minor.

After 30 years of coming home to a place she was in, Leroy felt it was the right thing to do. Even as Hugh Everhart drove him there, Leroy still felt he was doing the right thing, like… the whatever thing he was. Like a friend. Like that…wide, yet dull everything that was left in the end.

She had laid in that morgue for a couple of days, and those men…even the women, called her Jane Doe, despite knowing who she was, and addressed her as an It, because she was a monster and monsters were not people; monsters were things.

Leroy remembered how those people would look at her, so full of resentment and, at the same time, mockery.

He remembered how carelessly they had handled the blanket covering her body, because she didn’t matter.

And he remembered Hugh Everhart asking them to show some respect, as he covered her again and apologized to him.

He remembered how those people stared at him, processing there was someone here, reclaiming this loveless woman, who had a heartbeat for many years, even after she became heartless.

Leroy remembered how they would treat her, as if she were the coldest and most hideous being to have ever existed; as if she were even more ruthless than Ace Anarchy himself, and he remembered saying:

“Yes, that’s her.”

And he remembered Hugh Everhart taking over the issue with his own hands, saying, in a voice that didn’t sound like his’:

“We know, mister Flinn. But we still need you to sign.”

And he remembered signing.

What he didn’t remember, however, was forgetting all of that.

“Nothing… just…”

Winston had small hands, but when he patted his shoulder, it felt like he was being patted by Captain Chromium.

He had understood, and it was embarrassing.

“If you’re not hungry… I can take you to your room so you can get some rest… And… when you’re ready to talk about it, we’ll try to be ready too. Okay dokay? Just so you know… we understand it’s tough and that… adapting to this will be tough. But take all the time you need.”

Take all the time you need was such a hopeless phrase that Leroy couldn’t find the words to describe how much he despised it, but hearing it was better than listening to his brain.

Then, sleeping was better than any of those things, because Leroy didn’t even like the room.

Something was leaking, and his pillow was getting wet.

He wished somebody could fix that.

-.-

There was barely any sun left when the shadow Leroy recognized as Nova came into the room; with a groan, she laid on her stomach, next to him.

Her Renegade uniform looked the tiniest bit loose on her, but she didn’t smell like humidity anymore.

She smelled like this house, and even as Leroy stared at her through the nightstand light, he was able to almost see her blue eyes, despite them being closed.

He just saw her there, with her eyes closed but not asleep, tired as she looked.

One year.

Yet, all Leroy managed to do was stroke her hair awkwardly, which caught her attention, but didn’t make her pull away.

Her eyes had a spark in them. One that was foreign to Leroy.

After all this time, she was finally safe. And she knew it.

And she was so used to it, that she just rubbed her eyes, before closing them again.

“You’re not going anywhere this time, are you?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

Leroy wondered why would he leave.

“I’m staying right here.”

“Good.”

Then, she fell asleep for many, many hours.

And at least she didn’t go anywhere. Neither did him.

Nobody in that house went anywhere.

[randomoranges]

idk this is super blurby. it’s like 75% me wanting to use the words hot beveragino, 15% an insert of a reflection i had the other day and the rest is just words added in between to try and stick it together. 

also hahah no not a break like that ;) 

Break

 Étienne steps out of the washroom and wraps the fuzzy bathrobe around him. He pads towards the living room and finds his partner already settled in, channel surfing while he waits for him. He likes the fact that it’s ten in the evening and that they can splurge and stay up late, instead of the usual final wind down before bed.

 “Hot beveragino?” He asks, his hand gently playing with a tuft of Edward’s hair.

 Edward looks up at him and cracks a smile at the word. They have no idea how it started, but Étienne had started using it a few years back and it has stuck.

 “Sure,” Edward says and Étienne gives his shoulder a squeeze, before heading off to the kitchen.

 “Special requests?” He calls out as he adds water to the kettle and starts it up. He then opens up the cupboard that holds all their mugs and picks two from the top shelf; one from a trip to Spain decorated with oranges, the other a gift from a student a few years back – orange on the inside and blue on the outside – which had made the student think of the Oilers’ colours.

 “Surprise me,” Edward answers from his nest of blankets on the sofa.

 “D’you want me to spice it up or regular?” He asks as he opens the pantry and looks over their selection of teas and hot chocolates.

 “What the hell; we’re on break for a few more days – let’s indulge a little longer and live dangerously.”

 Étienne laughs and selects one of the nicer tea blends they have on hand. He hesitates for himself, but then figures he might as well join Edward. He can return to his usual calming teas once the semester starts again.

 Once the water boils and the fancy mint tea has seeped, he adds a splash of bourbon to both mugs (and a drop of honey to his), before walking back to the living room.

 “Careful, it’s hot,” He says as he hands the mug over to his partner. Edward takes it with gentle hands and murmurs a soft thanks as Étienne settles beside him. They fall quiet as Étienne cuddles close and once Edward has figured out the logistics of holding on to his mug and managing the remote control, he drapes an arm around Étienne’s shoulders and passes on the remote to him to make it easier.

 “This is nice,” Étienne says after a sip of his tea. He means it both ways – the tea and being able to do this with Edward. The less hectic schedule, the respite from the holidays. He likes having a few days of quiet before going back to the proverbial madness of his work. Every time he has a break, he comes to the same conclusion; teaching is a highly demanding and insane job. He often wonders why it is anyone believes that it is normal to live such a life – to give and give and give and never take a break. To work countless hours without being paid and then be expected to do more during breaks, after work, during the weekends. It’s soulless, in a way, and there are very little perks that come with it.

 And they don’t even have kids of their own.

 He honestly has no idea how those teachers do it.

 But – it’s winter break. He can reflect on his job once he’s back at it.

 This year, they’ve both really put in the effort not to do work during the break and instead focus on things they actually wanted to do. The world would not end because they hadn’t planned their next four weeks of classes or such.

 And, it had been really nice.

 They’d gone out, seen friends, had watched television together, had even gone skating again! It had felt – normal. And nice.

 Étienne snuggles further into Edward’s hold and smiles to himself.

 “Is it terrible to say that I’m not looking forward to going back?” Edward chimes in.

 Étienne chuckles and puts the remote down, “No, it’s not.” He reassures him.

 “I mean – I miss – the kids? But, I don’t miss the bullshit that comes with everything else? Does that make sense?”

 Étienne leans in closer, the warmth of Edward’s body nice as well as the hot beverage down his throat, “Yes, it does.”

 Edward seems relieved by the answer and drops the subject for the time being.

 Eventually, they find something to watch and spend the next few hours both absorbed in the story and take time to comment on the predictability of some of the plot. Still, it’s nice and pleasant and Étienne likes that they can do this, even if he wishes they could do this more often.

 “Is it bad if I say I don’t regret not having done any grading and that I don’t care if it keeps piling up?” Étienne asks, later on, once the film has ended and they’re just enjoying being able to stay up as the end of the current day crawls closer. Once the mugs have been emptied and the shot of bourbon has made everything a little bit cosier.

 “Not at all – we have lives as well. I think we should keep trying to do this – to do what needs to be done, but without sacrificing ourselves and signing over our sanity to the devil.” Edward shrugs. They’ve been at this for years now and quite frankly, they’re both tired of being tired. Of getting to the next break even more exhausted than the one before. As if they’re perpetually stuck in some marathon that never ends.  

 “That sounds like an excellent plan. You better keep me accountable.”

 Edward chuckles and nods, “Deal.”

 FIN

[thesummerstorms]

Rev Recaps Hard Contact (Chapter 10)

CW: murder, death in combat,slightly graphic descriptions of corpses

TL:DR Recap: Etain and Dar go to one of Jinart’s safehouses and are immediately betrayed, which yet again, kind of justifies Etain’s paranoia. Darman kills a man, which perturbs Etain. Omega steals mining equipment and accidentally captures Guta-Nay. Hokan is pissed that Dar and Etain got away, and reveals that Jinart literally murdered the collaborators and tore them to pieces.

unfortunately, after posting the last recap I saw two Kal mentions in Chapter 9 that I missed, so we’re starting at a Kal count of 18.

Beginning Kal Count: 18 Ending Kal Count: 19

I regret to inform you I missed TWO references from Niner about Kal in chapter 9, so we’re starting at a Kal Count of 18.

I won’t screenshot the opening quote, but it’s basically a notice to the farmers on Qiilura that anyone who has Republic soldiers on their land without knowing will be sold into slavery and anyone helping the Republic on purpose will be shot. It does provide some needed framework for the rest of the chapter. Then we open in Darman’s pov, and IDK, I just kind of like the opening line. He still thinks of Kamino as “home” apparently at this point in time.

Etain is still being kind of unfairly snarky, and Darman’s at a loss what to do about it.

“Darman took is as a sensible observation rather than an insult.” Etain isn’t really being great right now, I recognize that, but I still love that line.

Anyway, they stop at the first safehouse and Etain goes to knock. Darman hates feeling obvious and exposed, and compares his lack of ability to blend in to, you guessed it, Skirata.

Kal Count raised to 19, BUT so far I think that’s the only one in this chapter.

Anyway, the house is empty; the family fled in the middle of a meal. Darman is still overly cautious, and walks Etain through house clearing procedure, even though her Force-sense tells her it’s safe. He points out that she can’t sense a tripwire that would murder them, even though Jedi Danger Sense is an established thing in the EU by this point and-

Sorry.

He also redirects her when she’s peering over his shoulder into the pantry instead of standing guard at the door and watching their gear, although he’s gracious enough to admit it had probably never occurred to her with Jedi senses.  While he raids said pantry with the intent to test the food for toxins later, she goes to fill bottles of water from a pump outside, and he asks why she isn’t using a filter. Again, we were just giving Etain shit a few chapters ago for being too paranoid and now she’s asking if he was trained by Nemoidians, but honestly I’m feeling kinder to Dar than Jinart because it really is a culture clash.

Yet again, I wonder how the Kaminoans can afford to kill that many clones out right when each clone is such an investment to rain and train in terms of both input and time. 

Darman doesn’t know what to make of a Jedi who isn’t the perfect demigod he was promised, which is affecting his trust levels. And Etain hasn’t been helping a lot with that. But she does notice something is wrong with him; she just doesn’t know him well yet, so she assumes it has something to do with his physical injury.

They eventually make it to another safe house, when they meet a woman “with a face like a gdan”, several children, and a few other adults. Dar is briefly overwhelmed because it’s the first time he’s seen this many humans who aren’t clones. I guess the commandos never saw their Sergeants group up.

Darman places mines all around the entrance to the building before he goes in, which I’m sure would win him no love even if the farmers weren’t already under threat of execution or slavery. The family at the safehouse says very little, outside of one woman who wants to know how the Republic is better than the Nemoidians, but they do attempt to feed Dar and Etain, which I have to say, is generous for the kind of place they’re living in. Or would be, if the family weren’t planning to sell them out & use the food as a distraction.

Dar, honey, she’s going to be able to read you in the Force better than anyone else in the galaxy by the time this is over and you’ll like it, so you might as well just buckle up. 

Also, clones are able of discerning thoughts/behavior patterns/moods really easily through minute observation and there’s nothing ruling out Etain doing the same her, but I guess it makes sense he jumps to mind reading the way the Kaminoans built up the Jedi.

Lots of little thoughts here. There’s post to be made based on a conversation I had with rey-skywalkin-away about Etain and food that I’ll save for another day, but for now, let me just say as much as KT tries to present Etain as a picky/snobbish eater, lemme just say that I don’t blame Etain in the least for being suspicious when the last stew Jinart tried to serve her included grains literally picked out of the manure on Etain’s cloak. Also, it’s still kind of sweet that Darman notices she isn’t eating enough and immediately offers her his bread, even though he’s in heaven getting “real” food. It’s generous. 

But good things never last, and Etain pretty much immediately is warned by the Force that someone is approaching unexpectedly. Darman flips out and the family immediately flees, which only confirms his suspicion. Dar and Etain brace for combat, while Etain uses Force-sense to pinpoint the incoming enemy forces. It’s actually kind of a great little action scene for the two of them.

“She put her lips so close to his ear he jumped.” Idk, I just giggled at that.

It’s just kind of a great little moment, getting to actually see Etain use her Force skills competently in an action scene. But of course, it immediately devolved. Darman, being raised to be a soldier, kills the one surviving Separatist, who’s injured on the floor. Etain, being raised a Jedi, doesn’t understand. Again, it’s a culture clash, but given the military focus of the books, we know who the narrative thinks is right.

I STILL WANT TO KNOW... who the hell were the clones supposed to be killing on Kamino? I can’t imagine the Kaminoans would let the clones kill even “worthless” Kaminoans, for fear of the armies they were raising getting ideas. I suppose Jango could have snuck back a bounty that was supposed to be dead every now and then, but that wouldn’t be a lot of people for training with 3,000,000 men. 

Also, Darman literally had his freak out over killing people on page 56 of this same, book, so it comes off as a tad hypocritical, even though this isn’t the last time he’ll not understand what Etain is upset about wrt killing.

Anyway, Darman is shot in the shoulder, though it’s a minor wound, they’re now on the run with no “safe houses” to hide in, and at the end of this scene, when Darman asks if Etain can sense droids, we find out she can’t when a droid starts shooting at them.

We then skip to Niner and Atin and Fi raiding a quarry for droids/explosives/equipment. I’m not gonna lie, I could care less about the plot of this section. This is my third time reading it and I’m still fuzzy on it. But it has a few fun little moments:

Atin is tricky. Also, I’m pretty sure that if this wasn’t a Star Wars book,that line would say “pants-shittingly nervous” rather than “drink-spilling”. With the facility seemingly cleared out, Niner and Atin go in to loot it, and we build some more on the “Atin is the tech guy” thing.

Except the guard shack isn’t empty. Guta-Nay (again, the would be rapist) has been hiding there, since Hokan wants him dead. Guta-Nay tries offering various bits of information if Niner will keep him alive, and KT really, really leans in to the whole “to stupid to function” thing, which is still making me uncomfortable, but comes to a head a few chapters from now. Eventually, Niner concedes that they’ll take Guta-Nay prisoner rather than kill him. Atin is displeased, but starts leveraging it to try and find a technical solution to one of their other problems.

Niner, you should absolutely keep thinking mean thoughts about Vau.

Atin hacks some droids, and they’re going to use them to move the mining charges and smuggle them into the places that need to be blown up, including the Nemodian comm relay in Tekklet. Atin still does not like Guta-Nay.

And then one bit that really makes this scene:

Tiny bit of foreshadowing for Triple Zero and True Colors. GREAT moment of Fi’s typical sass. “Don’t stand there being so ugly, man. You’re scaring him.”

We then close the chapter with Hokan being pissed that Darman and Etain escaped. I’m not going to spend too much time on it, because it’s mostly Hokan yelling at his subordinates.

Things that are of note,  with a CW for a graphic description of mutilation of corpses: this is what Jinart went and did to the collaborators.

As negatively as Traviss paints them, I actually feel really bad for the farmers in this book. She’s not much sympathetic to them, and she explicitly goes out of her way to show why you’d be stupid to sympathize with them, but on the one hand you have the Separatists and Hokan torching these people’s land, selling them into slavery, and executing them. On the other... you have Jinart. 

On top of which, they’re literally starving because of the Nemodian’s financial control of their lives. They don’t even have 21st century plumbing, in Star Wars. Whatever point Traviss thinks she’s making about unworthy civilian/local populations, it rings kind of hollow in the face of that information, because I can understand exactly why the NPCs act the way they do, even if they’re technically in opposition to our protagonists.

Anyway, Hokan pulls all droids out of Tekklet, where the comm is, to guard Uthan’s facility. He tells his men he wants either Darman or Etain alive, especially if Etain is a Jedi. Preferably both of them. Again, remember, he tortured Kast Fulier to death with Fulier’s own lightsaber, so remember what we’re working with here.

And that’s where the scene ends.

[dramamamaie]

day 39 pt 2

so in the morning when i went to work it was pretty usual the same route just abit later cos my bus was hecka slow but still on time and i saw one guy who sits around me who is pretty cute and wearing a new shirt, blue and super flowery but still cute the first we actually talk? I think is js him cos i opened the door for him and he has manners engf to say thanks. Than we took the same lift like uk the we know each other existence but nothing else not even name. So after reaching the office i started to prepare for the day cos i kind of invigilate exams so yea had to turn on the laptops and prep when luke came into the office he would walk past my table and today his mood is literally so good i was so ???? did he finally wake up on the correct side of the bed??? den after the start of the exam i texted nico if i should eat breakfast anot and he is the only who would entertain me for breakfast so when he came over we decided to go downstairs for a small snack cause we already planned to go airport for lunch. We went down to the canteen downstairs and had sandwich and a cup of teaaa its bombz when we sat down and had our usual small talk May suddenly text me

May: "Jan(me)"

May : "Your boss came to your table and left something"

At this point reading these two sentence i as ready to run back and up and see if anything went wrong that's why he came over. Cause luke lets me do whatever i want as long as when it comes to work i get it down first and whenever he needs me its for something important

Jan: "??? what he put ? why he come?"

May : " idk youngie says its a phone stand holder and its damn cute "

READING THIS GAVE me so much freaking like i took a deep breathe of relief whenever luke come to me normally isn't good. I was so confused at what it was and was a little bit like "what isit what isit"

So i just continue having my breakfast and went back upstairs so i can take a look at what he gave and it was the exact same phone holder that he has on his table which i said was cute and something i would want but don't have when we were having a meeting and some girl suddenly intrude and asked what is a good gift for youngsters nowadays for a reward. When i opened the box i was squealing and i quickly said my thanks to him and it went like

me: "thank you *inserts a sticker of a cartoon running wif a flower* its really cute!"

luke: *smiley face emoji*

Den i heard from Youngie and May he was making his daily pot of hot water and because near the area i was sitting in was near the water dispenser. He suddenly walked over and brought the box with him and slowly and careful put down the box on top of my laptop and smile a lil AND THAT LADIES AND GENTS freaking love him to death he is always so hard and suddenly so soft im inloveeee like i see him as a dad he is literally ny dad age man.

But yea so i started working again and suddenly May told me to "eh you should look up" den i "huh??? wait i busy" but i still looked up and around and realised wingx LOOKS HECKA GOOD he was wearing formal and is the kind of formal where it fits the male really well and show off their good points and oof really took my breathe away. i just said "oof he wearing formal" i paused for 3 seconds "that ass is looking good" HAAHHAHAA oops den i continued working till 12 and i went over to the lab cos there was nothing else to do and nobody in the office wants to entertain me (and wingx was thr how can i miss a feast for the eyes) so i went over and just walked into the room they were in and went over to cisco seat cos he wasn't there and basically every other seat was taken but actually his seat has the best view to the entire office. So i took a seat and someone asked why im there and i just replied "ask eggy he knows why im here" and he "hm???" cos he was just drinking his water and i cued him he just "ah yea ik why she is here" HAHAHAH we just have this thing where he understands me and ik the things he say no matter how superficial he is being. I just kept my eyes on wingx while he walked around and we just made a few eye contacts but he was still talking to someone else so i didnt say anything to him i just told eggy "im thinking about your offer of framing the picture up" den he eyes widen and said "are you srs?" i just laughed and continue looking at wingx. At one point after about 10 mins he was still doing his stuff but not as busy i just "eh shuaige(handsome guy)" he looked up and "不要这样叫我额"(dont call me that eh) in an exasperated voice but honestly no regrets was damn looking.

The other time i called him that was a day before when i was there after lunch and all of them wad there too and i sat in between him and eggy cos that was the only seat left and eggy is the only person who entertains everything i say no matter how dumb it is. So Eggy just woke up from his nap (our company has a culture where they sleep after lunch for some people not everyone but eggy is one of them) and he was still not very awake and wingx was doing his stuff and i didnt want to disturb him so i just stared at eggy while he stood from his seat and walk out to the pantry and get some water and when the door closed i just turned back and look at my phone waiting for him to come back. Suddenly next to me came a voice "what you ate for lunch" i just internally 'huh who is talking to me???' den i looked up and i realised it was wingx talking to me while still doing his work and since he started we just had a convo.

me: "porridge ah"

him: "from where ah got so many places"

me: "downstsirs ah the pantry there"

him: "wah got so 可怜(pitiful) anot"

i just laughed and said "no ah just don't know what to eat and also sian go so far eat alr"

den i continued "u eh never eat again? dieting again ah?" cos the day before (another day before but i shall continue this first) he didn't eat either

him: "ya" den our convo kind of stopped there abit den i eggy came back and i talked with eggy and suddenly i realised in my pocket i had a packet of honey lemon sweet den i just offer to eggy first deb u turned to him "uw sweet?" den he "yes pls" "eh wait got sugar one anot?" its herbal sweet darling there isn't any sugar coated stuff but i just replied a no and laughed den when i gave him the sweet i tot like cos its a semi hard sweet he wld suck on it or smth but he freaking bite it MONSTER and im lz to continue laterrrr suckers

[suspiciousgay]

this is gonna be really funny or really fucking stupid

so @ohxfiddlesticks and i went on a lil midnight adventure so uh let’s begin shall we also this is probably gonna be super long so uh

oh and quick thing the reason it’s in text format and not screenshots is they stopped saving past the seventh pic so uh

broadway trash: i mean i can always rebrush alrighty i’ll see if we have anything that’s the equivalent to ginger ale

therapissed: Whoops

broadway trash: i’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure except not really it’s just bread anyway

therapissed: Yeah I’ll go try to get smth too Bringing my phone

broadway trash: *starts screeching out the mission impossible theme* DUN DUN DUNNA DUN DUN DUNNA BWANANAAAAA

therapissed: We still have that lemon from last time lma o

broadway trash: pfff

therapissed: We have oatmeal cream pies Which isn’t healthy probably but Damn I really need an emoji keyboard for that shrug thing

broadway trash: i’m like prancing around while trying to be super quiet what is this ballerina superspy bullshit

therapissed: Lmao “I’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure” It’s one lmao Oh we have bread Guess I’ll get that

broadway trash: I JUST COLLAPSED INTO THE FUCKING PANTRY IM

therapissed: Good job

broadway trasg: also good lord everything is so loud at night like plate shush

therapissed: Me @ the pantry door And the fridge door

broadway trash: i looked to my left and i thought someone was running at me i’m dying pfff same

therapissed: We have two radishes in the fridgs Fridge Why can’t I type fridge

broadway trash: ?????? well then

therapissed: They’re just like Laying there Not in a container or anything They’re just

*and this is where you imagine just two radishes sitting there in a fridge*

broadway trash: i almost dropped everything i was carrying hoooooo golly that would’ve been BAAAAD pffff

therapissed: I have two slices of bread and an oatmeal cream pie how did you get so much

broadway trash: ?? what??

therapissed: Idk you said “everything” you it seems like you had a lot Idk my brainsbdndnsnnfndnd

broadway trash: ohh *slams face onto the stove* nah i had some bread and got super hungry so i decided fuck it i’m making a sandwich and i almost dropped the condiments and the plate

therapissed: I could get saltine crackers *faceplants onto crackers* Oh ok Me, making a sandwich: Ok we got the bread and mayonnaise that’s all i feel like getting

broadway trash: pffff

therapissed: Mayonnaise sandwich i guess I found a ginger ale do you want it

broadway trash: sure

therapissed: *throws vaguely in your direction*

broadway trash: pfff thanks

therapissed: Yw It landed about 200 miles from you though Sorry

broadway trash: i misread that as the “uwu” face

therapissed: Lmao

broadway trash: oh well i need the exercise anyway

therapissed: “Here’s to happiness freedom and life” I hear through my earbuds as I make a mayonnaise sandwich at 1:10 AM

broadway trash: pffff same whoops ok the sandwich has been gotten now i want chocolate milk

therapissed: I filled my water bottle and forgot to bring it to the event lmao I’ll grab it when I go up

broadway trash: welp ok i feel like i’m about to get murdered every fucking noise is making me jump help something’s moving around down the hallway THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT FUCK IM A GONER

therapissed: Hey no that’s my job Being scared of everything

broadway trash: wtf when did i get mustard on my shirt

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: where are the ghosts

therapissed: Shshshhshshsshshs

broadway trash: mother of fuck the towel keeps falling from its place

therapissed: SHUDH

broadway trash: STAY ON THE FUCKING COUNTER YOU DEMON

therapissed: SHUSH SVUSHSSDHHHHHH

broadway trash: SORRY

therapissed: ITS OK MY HOUSE IS FUCKING CREEPY THO IM DYING SHUS H

broadway trash: alrighty i’m still fucking hungry guess this is what happens when you eat nothing for a whole day wtf i forgot i had a light switch right next to me i was standing here paranoid in the dark for a decade doing nothing

therapissed: Lmao Where’s my water bottle One sec

broadway trash: okie then MOTHER OF FUCK MICROWAVE BE QUIETER actually y’know what fuck it *throws microwave out the window* uuuuuuugh it’s so fucking ominous i feel like i’m about to get sacrificed kill me now

therapissed: My bottle was in the sink under a few things but still full for some reason and when I took it out I died it was so loud

broadway trash: eH

therapissed: Yo do you wanna see ominous

broadway trash: uhh sure

therapissed: One second lemme get back downstairs bc I’m in my room right now

broadway trash: okie

*now imagine a staircase, like the kind from a horror movie*

broadway trash: fUCK

therapissed: There’s two lights on this stairwell and they turn on one at a time slowly

broadway trash: ok i just grabbed the biggest knife we have

therapissed: And that plastic up there? It moves a lot even if there’s only a fan on downstairs Also that pic doesn’t have all the stairs And to the right of me I have this

broadway trash: YEEZUS aAH NOISES FUCK YOU DEMON YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK

*ok now just imagine a black screen, like a void or something idk*

broadway trash: it’s just dark

therapissed: That’s to the right of me Ik Bc the lights are off

broadway trash: CHRIST ON A BIKE WHY IS THE NIGHT SO SCARY

therapissed: And my kitchen spans one side of the entire house (fuck you open-floor plans) and it uses three light switches to light it up and it’s really creepy bc smth could come from either direction while you’re making food and you wouldn’t know And behind me where I was making was a really big window lmao

broadway trash: oh god i legislation just yelled “HONEY CALM DOWM” save meeeeee ;-; legislation good fucking job me

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: NOISES HOLD ON KNIFE WHERE ARE YOUUUU ;-; I JUST GRABBED THE FUCKING BLADE OW

therapissed: I’m eating in my room which is still creepy but like fuck no not the kitchen

broadway trash: wow i’m a real fuckup when scared

therapissed: Same What are you eating btw

broadway trash: chicken whoops there was a single chicken breast in a bag so

therapissed: At 1:30

broadway trash: y e p

therapissed: Lmao I somehow put too much mayonnaise on this sandwich I’m dying

broadway trash: ok so so far i almost broke a plate, got scared of a light, almost stabbed myself in the hand, and almost dropped my glass which is still full of milk my night is going derek swell** who the fuck is derek

therapissed: Pffffft

broadway trash: maybe he’s the thing making all the noises if it’s not him it better fucking be my cat

therapissed: I feel like I’m gonna one day haunt this house and people will just hear the weird laughter of me texting people

broadway trash: pfff yes and same acutally

bob: i was literally gone for like thirty minutes what happened

broadway trash: oH SHIT HI BOB

therapissed: Lmao

bob: oml

therapissed: We scavenged for food and died of fright seventeen times

bob: i

therapissed: We’re like those fainting goats

bob: y’all need a supervisor

broadway trash: i just started cackling for no reason help

bob: like an actual supervisor

broadway trash: is derek possessing me

bob: I’m hiring a babysitter omg

therapissed: Bob you’re our supervisor duh

bob: i was literally gone for thirty minutes

bob sent a video.

therapissed: HDHSNFNDNSJF

bob: this is literally what happened inn the last thirty minutes omg why also jemmy u ok

therapissed: Wait lemme find a video of fainting goats bc that’s what’s been happening to us

broadway trash: THAT WAS ON FULL VOLUME I THINK I WOKE MY NEIGHBORHOOD UP DAMMIT ME am i ever ok oh fuck my chocolate milk got all over the stove ;-; nOISES-

bob: i oh my god

broadway trash: MY SISTER JUST SCARED ME SO BAD I ALMOST KILLED A BITCH

bob: ok also fiddlesticks I’m going to call u tommy unless u want another nickname

therapissed: HOLY FUCK I JUST FOUND A CALL OF THE WILDMAN VIDEO IM CACKLIN G That’s fine

broadway trash: my sister thought i was crying

bob: y’all need a babysitter and r u crying or r u laughing

broadway trash: no i was like nervously cackling

bob: oohok

broadway trash: i think derek’s possessing me

bob: ok

therapissed sent a video.

bob: tell derek it’s bedtime

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles and trrible draaings that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: TIM I FOUND US OMG

broadway trash: derek is our new demon friend

bob: please tell ur new demon friend it’s past bedtime

therapissed: Dude: *sneezes* Us: *dies* I forgot how ridiculous that show was I think the dude died by crocodile though

broadway trash: e H wow now i’m sad ;-;

trerapissed: Sorry But Are we fainting goats or are we fainting goats

broadway trash: no we’re fainting goats

therapissed: Good argument I take my statement back Bob where’d you go we’re gonna die without you

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles, trrible draaings, and fainting goats that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: Lma o Oh

Call, 3s

bob: what

broadway trash: WAS THAT ME SORRY wait what

therapissed: Nvm

broadway trash: oh what i’m confused

therapissed: I forgot lmao Tim are you still eating or

broadway trash: no i’m brushing my teeth

therapissed: Okie dokie I love TGC’s Tony performance wtf

broadway trash: i almost fell into the bathtub help

therapissed: . Fainting goat

bob: what are y’all doing

therapissed: We are literally fainting goats personified wtf

broadway trash: i’m dying

bob: jemmy no jemmy please tommy don’t encourage this please

therapissed: I’m not Not trying to at least

broadway trash: I JUST DROPPED MY PHONE IT WAS SO LOUD IM SNORTING HELP

bob: omg

therapissed: WTF TIM WHAT ARE YOU DOIN G

bob: i love u all but what

broadway trash: MY SISTER SCARED ME

therapissed: TIM WHY

broadway trash: HEY BLAME HER NOT ME

therapissed: You are a disaster But so am I So it’s fine

broadway trash: YEA NO SHIT HONEY

bob: how does ur sister scare you so often u were literally in the bathroom

broadway trash: I GET SCARED EASILY WHY DO YOU THINK I HAD A BIG ASS KITCHEN KNIFE WHILE I WAS EATING A SANDWICH

bob: why did u have a knife if u know u get scared easily

therapissed: Bc she gets scared easily

bob: doesn’t that mean ur chances of stabbing someone rises

therapissed: But

broadway trash: ye but

therapissed: She didn’t want to be stabbed by someone else

broadway trash: ye

bob: ur literally in ur own house

broadway trash: IM PARANOID OK

bob: ok fine but no more knife

therapissed: Yes more knives All of the knives

bob: no more knives

broadway trash: they’re right in my kitchen??

therapissed: ALL OF THEM

bob: tommy no

therapissed: Tommy yes

bob: tommy n o

broadway trash: and i have like two pocket knives in my room?

therapissed: Tommy y e s

bob: ok jemmy 1) no and 2) tommy wtf

therapissed: ;)

bob: g r o u n d e d

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elizabeth adair ft. lucy & nellie  @mcrianos

elizabeth adair ft. lucrezia bracamonte

text: making sure for the 300th time, is there no possible way that i could bring chesta? lucy he’s my child. we can leave sofia behind.... yes? text: i’m joking, maybe. i don’t know, probably not. we need a vacation.  text: goose, you’re the brightest, most kindest, beautiful person in the world and i loveeeee loveeee you. text: liam and oddette can’t wait to see the twins! they’ve brought them presents, and won’t let go of them it’s the cutest thing in the world. text: miss you to the moon and back goose! come visit soon. unsent text: so like have you gotten your husband tested for allergies? are you sure that it’s animals and not say idk... alexander? unsent text: i read in a magazine that babies using their bottles more than once could put them at risk. it’s time to clean out the bottle pantry, can’t risk it. unsent text: i’m pregnant, fat, alone and people are ignoring me.... i think they don’t love me anymore. so i’ll just die instead.  unsent text: the adair family secret is that... remember the french idiot? that’s .... no never mind adairs only! unsent text: WE ARE HERE! WHERE ARE YOU? I OWE YOU A CAKE TO THE FACE!

lizabeth: is anthony allergic to the animal filters as well? if so open with caution. 

🐣  luce goose.

ringtone: umbrella - rihanna missed calls: 25 from bess + 16 voice mails. | 1 missed call from lucy ; she faced timed her after though.

elizabeth adair ft. penelope adair

text: for the last time penelope adair, HE IS YOUR COUSIN! stop telling him to take his shirt off. text: and no the french man is also off limits. WE DON’T EVEN WANT HIM HERE! text: stop telling donna that i’m going to sing her a love song at her wedding, she’s about to ban music because of it. text: you’re beautiful, you little trouble maker! but i love love youuuuu, much too much. text: want to grab lunch? let’s run away for a little while nels? yeah? i promise no fussing. unsent text: what is it with this family and ignoring me. i feel like i’ve been kicked out, this isn’t nice nellie. unsent text: remember that time you threw water and soap on me? honey i’ll get even someday and i think i know how. unsent text: having you home has been the most fun! i don’t want you to ever, ever leave. you can’t get married ever again okay? unsent text: for the last time, george and i don’t need toys... and actually, hold that thought maybe.  unsent text: ladies don’t talk about such things, omg... i need to pray for forgiveness. nellie you’re little.

lizabeth: i’m lola bunny, how much crying do you think i’ll have to do to convince george to dress up as bugs for halloween?

☀️ sunshine.

ringtone: i’m walking on sunshine - aly and aj missed calls: 17 missed calls from bess + 2 voice mails | zero missed calls from nellie, she yelled at her for not answering her phone calls tbh lmao.