#you don't want to hear maths first hour in the morning

[the-blossica-fan]

I got her ^-^

Although I did lose the 50/50 to

Therefore, you are required by proxy to think of them interacting >:3

Jk just happy I got early pity 😭

CONGRATS ON GETTING THE BABY 🎉🎉🎉

Mah lord 😔

Welp, time to imagine.

There is not a lot that is similar between the two aside from their endless curiosity and their ways of expressing themselves. Flutterpage is not the best at advanced mathematics, she's a quick learner, but first she must learn how to write properly.

Though 37 doesn't really care, what even is her handwriting.

Both of them ask questions to anyone, a lot of questions. Though they can sometimes answer each other's questions.

"Why is ice cream called as such?"

"'cause it's cream, and it's cold, like Ice!"

"Mh, that Is logical enough for me."

Or

"Why is mathematics so important?" (Whining)

"Glad you asked. Based on the works and investigations of--"

Book nerd and streets nerd demonstration. I'd say Flutterpage manages her arcane skill better than 37 as well, so if there's something Flutterpage can teach 37, is those spells and practices Willow taught her.

That being said, I never mentioned Flutterpage being a good teacher...

But something is something!

They'd get along as two children who mess with each other and ask too many questions, as children do. Though, they don't have a lot in common and their areas of interests are completely opposite, they push that aside to trouble Willow's existence by asking "why" every single time.

[thatlotuscookie]

ok ok, hear me out, hear me out I swear-

a Haikyuu character who's a teacher(you pick which one bc I am indecisive lol) who students don't like because they assign too much HW, x Art-Teacher y/n who's super eccentric and all the students have started calling "Auntie" bc they like her so much... and somehow the students realize they're dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n: hiii thank you for the req anon! i choseTsukishima Kei x art teacher!fem reader cause why not :) sorry for the wait, it got a little busy. please enjoy and thank you for requestinng <3

✧ Title: ✧ Paintbrushes and Equations ✧ ✧ Characters: Math!TeacherTsukishima Kei x Art Teacher!Reader, Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life ✧ Rating: G ✧ Summary: Mr. Tsukishima Kei, the strict math teacher known for his tough assignments, and Ms. Y/N, the quirky art teacher adored by students, try to keep their budding relationship under wraps. But between secret coffee runs and after-school visits, it doesn’t take long for their students to catch on. ✧ Content/Tags: Secret Relationship, Soft Tsukishima, Teacher AU, Slow-burn Romance, Fluff and Humor ✧ WC: 1126 words // 6.8k chars

Mr. Tsukishima Kei was known as the strict, no-nonsense math teacher, infamous for assigning challenging homework and expecting punctuality from his students. Across the hall, however, was Ms. Y/N, the quirky art teacher who taught in a classroom full of painted murals, plants, and knick-knacks. Her students affectionately called her “Auntie,” loving her warm personality and encouraging nature.

Despite their differences, the two had quietly been dating for some time now, keeping things subtle so as not to spark gossip in the school hallways. But as careful as they tried to be, some moments were just too sweet to hide from their observant students.

Every morning, Tsukishima would stop by Y/N’s room before classes started. Though their relationship was mostly kept under wraps, there was one routine they couldn’t help but share—he’d bring her coffee, just the way she liked it, and stay for a few moments before his first class.

One particular morning, a student passing by happened to catch sight of them. Y/N was sitting at her desk, fiddling with paintbrushes while Tsukishima leaned against the edge of her desk, coffee cup in hand. She looked up at him with a bright smile as he handed her the coffee.

“Thank you, Kei! You know, I think your coffee runs are the best part of my day.”

“Maybe if you went to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t need this much caffeine,” he replied, rolling his eyes, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Bedtime? Reasonable? You’re talking to an artist, Kei!” She chuckled, raising her coffee cup in mock cheers.

The student who’d witnessed it ran back to their friends, spilling the details in hushed, excited whispers. “Guys, Auntie totally has Mr. Tsukishima wrapped around her finger. He’s bringing her coffee like it’s a daily thing!”

During lunch breaks, Tsukishima would sometimes slip away from the teachers’ lounge and make his way to Y/N’s art room, which was usually open to students who wanted to work on projects or just hang out with their favorite teacher. Though he’d never admit it out loud, Tsukishima was growing fond of this habit too.

One afternoon, Y/N was holding a brush in each hand, struggling to finish a mural one of her classes had started. Tsukishima approached, watching her for a moment as she fumbled with paint colors.

“Need a hand?” he asked, taking one of the brushes out of her grasp without waiting for an answer. He began painting in neat, deliberate strokes, adding to the vibrant, playful mural.

“Mr. Tsukishima,” Y/N grinned, “are you sure you can handle all this color?”

He just shrugged, pretending to be annoyed, but there was a glint in his eye. “It’s not my fault you’re terrible at ladders.”

The students present watched with wide eyes as their usually stern math teacher helped their beloved art teacher, even taking her playful teasing without so much as a sigh. “Is he… actually smiling?” one student whispered, amazed. “And helping her paint? They’re definitely dating.”

On Fridays, Y/N would stay late to finish up art projects, often leaving well after most of the other teachers had already gone home. But one evening, as she was cleaning up her brushes, she was startled by a familiar voice at the door.

“Didn’t I tell you not to stay this late alone?” Tsukishima’s tone was gentle, though there was a hint of concern.

“Oh, but I had just one more layer of glaze to apply! I didn’t want to leave it unfinished,” she replied, smiling sheepishly.

Tsukishima sighed and moved to take some of the supplies from her hands, setting them aside. “That can wait. You shouldn’t be here by yourself. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

They left together, but not before another student, leaving basketball practice, caught sight of them walking side by side down the hallway, Tsukishima’s hand brushing hers in a quiet, comforting gesture.

“Did you see that?” the student whispered to a friend the next day. “Mr. Tsukishima totally waited for Auntie after school. He’s such a softie for her.”

When Field Day rolled around, Y/N was the designated supervisor for the art activities station. Her students flocked to her booth, excited to paint, tie-dye, and get a break from competitive games. Tsukishima, though not usually one for field activities, had somehow found himself “volunteered” to help out at her station by none other than Y/N herself.

At first, he’d tried to stay in the background, sorting supplies and ensuring everything was organized. But as more students lined up, Y/N pulled him over to assist with face painting. “Come on, Kei, it’s fun! Don’t be so serious,” she teased, handing him a paintbrush.

He gave her a long-suffering look but, after a few convincing nudges, gave in. Soon, students were giggling at the sight of Mr. Tsukishima painting bright flowers and animals on their cheeks.

“Mr. Tsukishima, can you paint a dragon?” one student asked, grinning. And to everyone’s surprise, Tsukishima nodded, actually putting in the effort to paint a rather impressive dragon.

Meanwhile, Y/N leaned in close, watching him with a proud smile. “See? I knew you had a colorful side.”

The students at the booth exchanged knowing looks, watching the way Tsukishima’s gaze softened every time he looked at Y/N. One bold student whispered, “They’re definitely together. I think Auntie’s the only person who could get him to paint a dragon.”

The biggest reveal came on Y/N’s birthday. Her classroom was decorated with student-made banners, handmade cards, and small, thoughtful gifts from her students. But the real surprise came when Tsukishima walked in with a bouquet of wildflowers, which he set on her desk, much to the shock of her students.

“Kei…” Y/N murmured, her eyes shining with surprise. “You didn’t have to—”

“Happy Birthday, Auntie,” he said simply, giving her a small, genuine smile before glancing pointedly at the students, who were watching, open-mouthed. He gave them his usual glare but, seeing the excitement in their eyes, eventually gave up on hiding it.

And with that, the students finally had their confirmation. They all whispered to each other excitedly, some even daring to give Tsukishima approving thumbs-up. From that day on, Tsukishima’s “monster math teacher” title softened in their eyes. He was still strict and demanding, but he was also the teacher who went out of his way to make their “Auntie” happy.

As the weeks went by, more little moments started to unfold between them—moments the students watched eagerly, as if they were witnessing a real-life romance. And while Tsukishima might not have been the most affectionate in public, he showed his care in small, steady ways, making sure Y/N was looked after and supported in the little things.

[everyandanything]

Okay so here's the thing...

I'm having to come to terms with the fact that a story idea I have in my head might... not actually be written anytime soon in the way that I want. But I also love the first chapter. And I don't want it to sit on my hard drive collecting cobwebs forever. So, I figured it could have a lovely home on tumblr.

So with that in mind, please enjoy my unaired pilot of a fic that has my heart... a vietnam!Darry au.

“Hey Soda, did you get the mail on the way in?”

Soda’s laughter filled the kitchen, followed closely by Steve slamming the door shut. The dishes rattled and Darry cringed, one of these days those boys were gonna knock the door off its hinges.

But Darry wasn’t focused on one of these days, he was focused on now. And now, Soda was too busy cutting up with Steve to pay his big brother a lick of attention.

“Soda!” 

The smile fell from Soda’s face. “What’s got you so cranky?”

What a question. Where should Darry even begin? That with winter creeping in Darry’s hours were about to get cut back, and he’d have to find a third job willing to hire him for just a few months? That the water bill was long past due and if he didn’t pay it soon it’d get cut off? That Pony’s report card had come home yesterday and he had a B in math, and he’d looked so terrified of Darry when he’d told him, so frightened that his big brother was going to hit him again, that Darry had to lock himself in his room until his hands stopped shaking?

Darry took a deep breath. Soda didn’t want to hear any of that. Just wanted to walk in the front door without his brother yelling at him.

So he started again.

“Did you get the mail?”

Soda winced. “No, sorry. Weren’t thinking. I can go grab it now though if you want.”

Darry shook his head. “Nah, just stir this for me, I’ll go grab it. My check should be in there today.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

But Darry waved him off. It might be nice, he thought, to get some fresh air for a few minutes. Might cool off his temper.

The screen door slammed behind him, and he took a deep breath. The autumn air burned his throat and cooled his skin. He loved this time of year, loved when the weather shed its oppressive heat. It made roofing almost enjoyable, or at the very least, as enjoyable as roofing ever got. His jeans weren’t so sweat soaked they stuck to his skin, the shingles didn’t burn to the touch. Instead, a gentle breeze would whisper through his hair, and the air no longer felt heavy and humid in his lungs. 

He never cared much about the weather before, when the most time he spent outside was during football practice. But now that he spent his entire days at the mercy of the elements, he found himself watching the morning weather more often than any twenty one year old ever should.

He reached the mailbox, pulled open the door, and grabbed the bundle of envelopes. He thought about heading straight back to the house, but remebered Soda and Steve still cutting up in the kitchen, all laughter and play fights, and Darry suddenly wanted to be anywhere else. He was too tired today, too worn down to deal with all their noise. He didn’t have the energy to play nice. (But isn’t that true every day? he thought.) So he figured he’d take a lap around the block as he flipped through the envelopes in his hand. The day was nice, the weather soothed his temper. And Soda wouldn’t mind watching dinner for a minute.

As he started walking he looked down at the mail: Water bill. Power bill. Coupon Mailer. Gas bill. Postcard from their Great Aunt Bobby’s holiday with her family. Mortgage bill. Darry’s check. Letter from the Department of National Defense.

The last one gave him pause. Department of National Defense? He couldn’t begin to guess what it was about. For a moment he thought it might have been sent to the wrong address, but his name was printed across the envelope in sharp block type. Curiosity got the better of him and he ripped it opened.

He scanned the first few lines. He thought at first it was some sort of junk mail. Honestly, a letter from the President of the United States? What a load of—

But then his eyes scanned further down on the page and saw the words YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED FOR THE INDUCTION INTO THE ARMY OF THE UNITED STATES. 

Darry read the line over and over again. He flipped the letter over then flipped it back. This was a joke. A mistake. Some flaw in the logic of the universe. This didn’t make sense. He wasn’t a soldier, he didn’t fight. Well, sure, he could pack a punch as good as anyone. But never kill a man. Never hold a gun. 

There was a ringing in his ears, a roaring in his head. The letters on the page jumbled together, he wasn’t even sure he read them right.

He couldn’t get drafted. That happened to someone else. To other men. The ones that spent their summers hunting deer and shooting skeet. Not Darrel Curtis, he hated all that stuff. He was lettermen jackets and a full-ride scholarship. He got all A’s in school and read for fun. Soldiers didn’t do all that. Not the ones off fighting in Vietnam. He wasn’t a soldier, he was too good to be a soldier.

But then he’d been too good to spend his life roofing all day and stuck on the East Side. And look how that turned out for him.

His feet moved of their own accord, his mind raced a million miles a minute. What could he do? Where could he go? He didn’t even like the war, wasn’t sure what they were doing over there in the first place. He didn’t know much about Vietnam, Darry couldn’t afford to spend time sitting around watching the world fall apart when his own life was in shambles most days, but he did know that no one seemed to have a good enough reason to send men over there to get slaughtered. And Darry certainly didn’t want to be one of them.

His blood felt thick in his veins, his body numb. The next thing he knew, he was hit with the heat of the kitchen as he stepped back in the house, the screen door slammed but he hardly heard it.

Then, his brother’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Did it come?”

Soda. Pony. His brothers. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t even thought about his brothers. They couldn’t be here without him, they couldn’t make it on their own. Soda was only eighteen, his shift at the DX station barely covered gas. And Pony was too busy with school and track to help out with the bills. He had to get out of this. Had to be there for them.

Darry’s heart stuttered. “What?”

Soda didn’t even glance up from the food in front of him. “Your check, was it in the mail?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Darry couldn’t stop staring at his kid brother, taking him in. The tilt of his jaw, the turn of his nose. The way, even at eighteen, he hadn’t quite grown into himself. Still lanky arms and sharp elbows. A constellation of freckles scattered across his nose.

He stood there, so perfectly young, smile so bright Darry sometimes couldn’t look at it head on, and Darry couldn’t help but wonder, would this be one of the last chances he had to see him? Would this be their final day together, before everything changed, only to have Darry waste it with sharp words?

Soda’s smile dimmed, and the look he gave Darry faded into concern. “You alright, Dar? You’re looking a little funny.”

Darry shook his head. He couldn’t tell him, not yet. Not until he knew for sure. Maybe there was some way out of this, maybe he just needed to think a little clearer, maybe—

“Yeah, sorry, I’m okay. Today was just rough, I’m more tired than I realized. I think I might go to bed early.”

Soda’s brow furrowed. Darry hated when he looked at him like that. “Without eating? You sure you’re feeling alright?”

He took a step towards Darry, to do what Darry didn’t know. But Darry took a step away, putting more distance between them. “I’m fine, Pepsi. Don’t worry about me. I just need to lie down for a bit.”

Soda studied him for a moment, and Darry fought the urge to turn away. Soda could read him better than anyone, knew all of his tells. He couldn’t afford to give his brother a reason to doubt. 

Apparently, Darry was better at it than he thought, because eventually Soda nodded. “Okay, well, holler if you need anything. I’ll leave some out in case you get hungry later.”

Soda gave him that soft smile of his, one Darry tried to return, and he ran to his room and slammed the door shut before he could blurt out the truth. Because Darry could do a lot of things, but lying to Soda wasn’t one of them.

[darkchaosreptile]

A game of hearts

I wrote this sloppy and fast. Now I have five hours to sleep. Was it worth it?

Krel had spent all morning listening to Aja talk about Steve. Steve this, and Steve that, she told Vex about her date with the Palchuck the other delson and even got advice from the Blanks! So when Steve stopped by early to walk with them to the schoolhouse, Krel was sick of it.

"Don't either of you have a personality outside of your dating lives? Aye yi yi. I would've at least thought you were better than this Aja."

Aja didn't seem to mind her brother's comment. Instead she laughed, and put her hand on Steve's, which was on her shoulders.

"He's a part of my life little brother. Besides this is normal for a 'teenage girl'. I thought blending in was important?"

Steve, confused as he usually was, immediately went to defend his infatuation with his girlfriend.

"You're just jealous because you can't get a girlfriend, buttsnack. You know cause your brother can't flirt?"

Steve said the last part to Aja, consistently looking for her approval. It made Krel roll his eyes. Of course just because he wasn't interested in romance everyone assumed he wasn't good at it. Go figure.

"I'll have you know if I wanted one I'd have one. And she would be happy. Ugh. But have her own life. Won't you two ever get off of eachother?"

Krel was more than happy to hear the first bell ring. He was very thankful to be in the honors math class now. I mean he'd appreciated Ms. Janeth noticing his genius before, but he was definitely going to thank her now. He split away from his sister and her annoying new boy toy and beelined to where he knew to be.

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Math was unfufilling per the usual, even if slightly more difficult than the normal mush they teach in the actual math class. Krel was on his own for now. He had a seperate English period than Aja and wouldn't see her until lunchtime. He went down the hall, his path memorized.

"Oh hey that's the guy that didn't do a volcano. Good to see someone with some originality."

A passing human girl commented on him to her companion as they passed him. Then Krel had an idea. He might not be interested but he could still prove that he had game.

"Oh ho! I may be intellectually ahead with my sciences, but even I must defer to the greats when I say, 'surely the angels must take after you?'"

Krel's compliment immediately earned him a small blush from the girl in question who, unable to reply, walked faster, whispering and giggling to her friend. Oh yes, he was good at this. Krel liked this game. Maybe he should play more often.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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Next

And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

[mewhenimanangel]

—synopsis. you finally perform the solo you’d been practicing for the last three months. eren is sure to show up for you

—chapter 8 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, teenage romance, black reader, ballet dancer reader, cheesy romance, idiots in love

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"you did what?!" lana whisper-yelled, scolding you as you stretched on the barre. you told her about how you blew off eren's date and told him off monday morning. she asked you how you and eren were doing since she hasn't seen you guys together all week.

you told her about how painfully awkward math class was. for the first time since sitting with each other, you and eren spent the entire lesson focused on mr ryan and writing down the notes. you even moved your self over a bit so to not bump against him.

"is this because of your dad?" lana asked. you rolled your eyes, she knew you too well. during your depressive episodes, lana was the one person you never successfully pushed away. she would show up to your house with snacks and a stuffed animal she thought you would like, your room was growing a collection at this point.

she would then spend the night with you in your bed so you weren't alone.

"maybe it is" you told her as you changed positions according to mrs jaeger's instructions.

"dude. i'm sorry but you can't keep doing this" she scoffed. "what? don't tell me how to cope with my feelings" you got a little defensive.

"you can't be serious." lana deadpanned "girls. focus." mrs jaeger said. "we're not done with this conversation" she whispered.

once mrs jaeger was done with practice, you joined lana at your designated spot in the room.

"listen i know how you get but eren didn't deserve that. he actually really likes you" she chugged her water before continuing "the fact that he even came up to you proves that. don't shut him out."

"fine you're right that he doesn't deserve it but..i think we might as well just leave it there. the show's in a week and i've been slacking off. plus i saw that he followed historia on ig again" you scoffed.

"okay that part is weird. but you can't be upset when you're the one that literally told him to go back to her. that's literally your fault"

"ugh shut up it's not like i meant for him to literally do it." "relax, i don't think they're back together. it's just a follow. connie would've told me if they did get back together"

"ugh i guess you're right" you sighed, grabbing your duffel bag. "practice?" she asked and you nod your head.

"you want me to come back to take you home?" she asked you. "nah it's fine i'll call my mom" you left the room.

you looked down at your phone for a second before you managed to bump into someone. "sorr- oh." annie cut herself off when she saw you.

you rolled your eyes before beginning to walk away. "so how are you?" she put on a phony apologetic voice. "what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"well rumor has it that you and eren are done and he's back with historia. that's gotta hurt doesn't it?" she frowned. "i wonder if mrs jaeger is gonna give me the solo now that you've broken her poor son's heart after slutting yourself out"

"...annie do you fucking hear yourself?  whatever the fuck i have going on has nothing to do with you or this solo. i never got the solo because i was talking to eren, i got it cause i'm actually a good dancer and i know how to do a basic fucking spin." you scoffed.

you put your earbuds in and walked away before she could say anything else. it's like everything in your life was just trying to test you this last week.

you spent the next two hours perfecting your solo and going over your parts in the recital.

unbeknownst to you, eren was out in the hallway watching. he subconsciously stopped outside the room when he was going to ask his mom for the keys to the house again.

eren wondered why you even still bothered with these long practices when every move you did while practicing was perfect. it was kind of silly to him. you spun around and eren quickly ducked past the window he was creeping from.

you furrowed your eyebrows, swearing you'd just seen someone standing there.

by this point you were starving, tired, and developing a headache so you decided it was best to call it a night, calling your mom to tell her you were done. you stumbled out of your pointe shoes and changed into the slides you'd brought with you earlier, putting on a pair of sweats over your shorts.

ʚɞ listen to cherry!

you were practically hyperventilating backstage. today was show day, meaning all the dance recitals including your solo. you were so nervous you felt your heart would drop out of your chest.

"dude relax, it's okay. you're gonna do amazing!" lana threw her arm around you. "yeah for real, we've all seen the way you practiced you're gonna do so fucking good" your friend kailee nod her head.

so far you had danced in your hiphop performance, your class's contemporary piece and your solo was coming up after the next performance, you would be closing the recital.

you were currently dressed in a garnet red backless leotard that had a ruffled skirt like hem, white pantyhose, and a pair of white leg warmers.

your hair was slicked back in the tightest bun with a red peony hairpiece while lana helped you with your makeup after you ended up running a little late this morning. "you actually look perfect" kailee handed you a mirror.

"y/n i hope you're stretched, you're up in two minutes!" mrs jaeger came up to you. your heart dropped all over again hearing those words.

lana and kailee squealed as you got up from the ground and started heading closer to the stage.

you took deep breaths as you waited for the school director to announce your name and you walked out on to stage, waiting for the music to start.

you gracefully danced along to the song, making sure the three months of long and intense practices were evident in the way you move.

you were running on adrenaline, making your body shake before you subconsciously shut the audience out and focused on your movements.

you sharpened every kick, graced every pirouette and every spin, matched your movements with the beat and lyrics of the song.

you pretended there wasn't a crowd of people - which was easy due to the dim lights in the auditorium, you pretended it was just you in the room, you pretended it was just you practicing in front of eren while he sat on the floor of the studio and watched your every move.

you wanted to make every move perfect just for him, even if he wasn't there in the crowd. you couldn't but relate the song to your situation with him as you passionately matched the energy of the song. 'I fall to pieces when I'm with you (why?) Cause I love you so much' you memorized those lyrics throughout your practices, you dragged your right leg back behind you as you bent your body back, lowering your self to the ground to match the dramatics of the music.

you looked into the audience, tripping every so slightly when you saw eren looking back at you. he was in the front row with connie, elbows on the armrests as he held his hands in front of his mouth, studying your every move intently. 

eren had memorized these moves and knew the dance was almost over. his gaze never left you and he noticed how your foot slipped when your eyes met his. but you managed to catch yourself, he loved that about you, you always seemed to find a way to get back up.

once you heard the last beat of the song that you'd become familiar with in the last three months you ended your dance in a pose - laying sideways on the floor with one arm holding you up and the other draped over your head, your eyes didn't leave eren's as you tried to hide your heavy breaths.

you tuned back in once you heard everyone in the audience begin to clap and cheer for you. you got up from the ground, smiled, and curtseyed before leaving the stage as the curtains closed.

once you were back stage, lana and kailee hugged you and began jumping around and squealing.

"i don't know WHY you were nervous that has to be the best performance of the whole show" lana praised you. "yeah seriously everything was perfect" kailee nod her head. the other girls back stage clapped along for you too.

mrs jaeger came over to the three of you clapping her hands before reaching out to hug you. "that was beautiful y/n! i knew i made the right decision making you my soloist. every last move was so graceful, even when you tripped and made it look as though it was part of the routine" she told you.

"thank you mrs jaeger" you smiled. "such a beautiful end to such an amazing recital. you all did wonderful jobs this evening i am truly proud. everyone give yourselves a round of applause"

after taking a group picture, you all went to the dressing rooms to grab your things and meet your families in the auditorium.

you grabbed your duffel bag and put on your sneakers. "we ate every performance up oh my goddd" lana squealed as you walked to join the crowd in the audience. on the way there you bumped into mina and annie who rolled her eyes when she saw you.

"nice performance. you looked somewhat decent" she sighed. "thanks" you scoffed before walking away with lana.

for some reason it hit you hard that this would be your last performance, it was almost bittersweet. "can't believe we're leaving this place after this year" lana sighed as you entered the auditorium.

"it's crazy we're literally graduating.."

you scanned the audience for your mom before she turned around, smiling as she made her way to you. "ohhh my baby. you did so good, it was beautiful! and you had the audacity to be nervous like you weren't gonna blow the crowd away!" she hugged you and bobbed from side to side.

"you liked it?" you smiled. "i loved it!" she cheered as she gave you the bouquet of pink peonies. "yeah you actually looked really good" enya chimed in. "thanks kid" you smiled as you brought her in for a side hug.

"ohhh and lana you looked amazing up there sweetie" she pulled your friend into a hug. "every chasse every spin every move ugh you girls are perfect. you keep me young" your mom pulled you into the group hug.

"thank you so much mrs l/n" lana grinned. "oh hang on i'll see you guys later i see my dad" she told you as you all said goodbye.

mrs jaeger came over to you and your mom to congratulate you and praise your work to your mom. "she's such a wonderful dancer, i'm going to miss her next year" she turned to smile at you. "i'll always visit" you smiled.

the four of you turned around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. your heart sank when you saw eren standing there. he wore a black polo shirt and baggy black jeans.

your mom and mrs jaeger each other a look "sweetie i'll be outside okay?" your mom told you as they stepped away.

"hey" eren stepped closer to you, reaching for a hug. "hi" you threw your arm around him pulling him into the embrace.

"you looked amazing up there" he pulled away to look at your outfit.

eren didn't tell you he was gonna be at the recital but connie brought him along.

watching you dance was always nice but watching you dance your heart out on stage was just so beautiful and encapsulating. eren couldn't get enough of you. everything about you was so graceful and beautiful all the time.

he knew he had to see you once you were done, but he was nervous considering the two of you hadn't spoken much in the last two weeks. he was shocked you even hugged him.

"thank you, did you like my solo?" you grinned. "it was fucking amazing. i don't know what you were so scared of, those practices definitely paid off." he smiled.

"they definitely did" you nod your head, a friendly gesture. "thanks for coming, i didn't think you would" you told him.

"of course i would, i was with you so much when you practiced i had to come see the final product" he smirked as he bumped your shoulder.

your mom came up behind you and put her hand on your shoulder. "hi, i'm y/n's mom" she smiled as she put her hand out for eren to shake. "hi it's nice to meet you, i'm eren" he told her.

"oh well it's nice to finally put a face to the name, i've heard so much about you" she told him and your face dropped when you realized what she meant. eren looked at you with a cocky grin on his face and you smiled before rolling your eyes.

"well it was really nice meeting you but we're gonna have to head out if we wanna make those dinner reservations" your mom turned to you. "oh right" you looked back at eren.

"seriously thanks for coming" you hugged him again and his hands lingered on your waist for a beat longer than they should've.

"of course, i'll see you later" he waved to you and your mom.

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: lmaooo can y’all tell i couldn’t wait to make them talk again

[blue-disco-lights]

✨🌲 weekly tag wednesday & tree decoration 🩵🌲✨

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Name: julia

Age: nosho math - holiday edition ☕️

Shower or bath: i take baths sometimes, but zoning out in a hot shower wins

Weirdest snack you've had recently: i guess it’s technically a meal, but today i ate a bagel with cream cheese and i haven’t eaten that in a millennia. Reporting that it was delicious.

Favourite food right now: anything that i can toss in farro or couscous 

Favourite song this week: spotify wrapped will tell you it's a lo-fi song I don't know the name of right now

What're you reading right now? Fic-wise - a None the Wiser (by @loftec) seasonal reread 😍 and a couple of WIPs - just read the first chapter of Sweetpea 🩵 by @whatthebodygraspsnot and Rain Puddles On The Asphalt by lazystargazy

First association when you hear Shameless: Ian spilling orange juice at the Gallagher kitchen table amid a super chaotic morning scene in season 1. For whatever reason, when I saw that scene, I knew the show was going to be unlike anything I’d seen before.

Random Gallavich thing you have: a couple of beautiful items based on @creepkinginc art, gifted by @ian-galagher for The Gingerbread Cottage’s story Darkness Comes Before the Dawn, written for #Gallavich Summer Camp 🧡

Favourite Band right now: same answer as above, not one band or song, but i usually put on genre stations on Spotify and listen to those for hours. I like Synthwave lately.

Do you have any holiday 🎄parties 🕎 coming up? a couple of gatherings with friends, some I haven’t seen in a long time - so looking forward to those.

Any you actually want to go to? Surprisingly, yes lol

Do you like this time of year or hate it? I love it - especially because i get the last week of December off work.

Favourite thing this time of year: the decorations and lights and fun snacks

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[octuscle]

Hey Support!

I'm a Highschool teacher. Many of my adult students are speaking Arabic while I'm teaching them. It annoys me that I didn't understand them talking and laughing. So I downloaded the chronivac app and wanted to change that I also speak and understand arabic. Something gone wong because I fill my English and German are getting more bed. And I feel the urge to pray 5 on a day... And ma skin colour change

Whats go on?

You have made a number of less than optimal settings. Let me stop the process and restart it.

Thursday evening 8:00 p.m.: As usual, you sit in front of the TV after dinner. First the news. Then a crime thriller. Okay, you could use the evening differently. But at the latest when you turned 40 two years ago, you became more domestic. You like to cook. You like crime thrillers. What's the problem? Interesting question… Somehow the thriller doesn't really grab you today. After an hour, you turn off the TV, pick up your cell phone, and study a lesson or two of Arabic before you go to bed.

Friday morning, 6:00 a.m.: It sucks that the gym your students recommended is so far from your townhouse. And it's not exactly on the way to school, either. But for almost a year now, you've been making your way there in the morning. Your discipline and the success of your training have definitely earned you the respect of your students. Only they still make fun of your broken Arabic. At least they are more careful to speak Arabic in your presence. They know that you already understand a lot.

Because most of your students are Muslims, you finish class early today. Not without giving homework for Sunday. Carrot and stick. You have a reputation as a strict and fair teacher. And you take advantage of Friday afternoon to go for a long bike ride.

Saturday morning, 8:00 a.m.: For three years now, it has been a tradition that you are the first customer of your Turkish barber on Saturday. The full program for beard, hair and face. The conversation turns once again to your Turkish great-grandmother. Wouldn't she turn over in her grave, that you speak quite good Arabic. But not a word of Turkish. Laughing, you ask to change the subject. You can vaguely remember Turkish lullabies. But you can't learn another foreign language.

With your beard freshly trimmed and your undercut in shape, you head to the studio. On Saturday, most of your students are also here early to pump themselves into shape for Saturday night. Sure, you could easily be the father of even your oldest students. But you are definitely the coolest teacher at the school. That's why you're allowed to go smoke a shisha with your students after the workout. And as usual, you stay in the café after your students have moved on. You enjoy your tea and chat with the host.

Sunday morning, 06:00: You don't go to the gym on Sundays. But you start the day with a long run through the city park. It's a matter of honor that you run bare-chested. Yes, you are 37 years old, but the hard training of the last years has given you a really crisp body. And you love to do some pull-ups with it in the open-air gym in the park. And you love it even more when you hear some appreciative remarks from the mostly Arab brothers here. A few know you, of course, but most wouldn't guess that you speak fluent Arabic. After the shower, you prepare the next week's lessons and correct exams. In the afternoon, two of your students come for math tutoring. You have adopted a bit of the weekly rhythm of your predominantly Muslim students, and Sunday is becoming more and more like a workday for you.

Monday morning, 5:00 a.m.: If you want to go to the barber before school, you have to get up earlier - especially when it's raining cats and dogs like today. You can forget about cycling. And with bus and subway the way takes even longer. But to skip the training? Or to go to school with your neck not freshly shaved? Unthinkable! And like every day, a few of your students are in the studio with you. You are a role model for most of them. Also because you respect their religion even as an infidel. This has also earned you a lot of respect among your colleagues. With no other teacher do the otherwise testosterone-driven young men cooperate as well as with you!

Tuesday evening, 8:00 p.m.: You love to let your tuned Audi roar in front of the shisha bar in the evening. Sure, you had to go into debt for the car. But when you see the guests craning their necks at you, it's worth it. Just like it was worth every minute at the gym when the waiter raises his eyebrows respectfully at the sight of your biceps. It's your 32nd birthday. For ten years you've been working hard for your body and your career. You're celebrating today in your favorite bar. With friends, family, your students and a few colleagues. They are rather skeptical about you. But those who are there get along with your German as well as your Turkish and Turkmen cousins. Although five of your eight great-grandparents have a Muslim background, you are still socialized as a Christian. But you are cultural tolerance in action. And people who have no understanding for this have no place in your environment.

Wednesday, 7:30 a.m.: Your car rolls into the teachers' parking lot, freshly polished. Your muscles are freshly pumped up. The day can come. Your colleagues complain that you live in a small two-room apartment in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, but drive a sports car for EUR 150,000. All envious. Have no style. And besides, the apartment is perfect for you. Gym, Shisha, Barber… Everything directly in front of the door. And why do you need a big apartment? You can meet friends at the gym or over a shisha. And you prefer to correct your exams directly at school. Your colleagues are all weaklings anyway…

In the evening you smoke a shisha with some lads from the gym. It's almost 8:00 pm. The transformation has been going on for six days. Five of your great-grandparents are already from the Arab environment. And as you take a deep drag from the shisha, the sixth of your ancestors also becomes Arab. Your mother has a Turkish mother and a Turkmen father. Your father has a Moroccan father and a German mother. Three quarters of your roots are Muslim. And you are becoming, as you exhale, a good Muslim. And the improvement of your genetics makes your eyebrows bushier, your beard thicker and your hair darker. Yes, you still carry genes of the infidel in you. But you are an Arabian stallion.

Thursday, 04:30: You like the summer. Sunrise prayer is lovely early, so you can perfectly combine sports, barbering and an early start to work afterwards. Before work you have to go to the principal's office. Parents of non-Muslims have complained again. That too much Arabic is spoken in class. And that the break times are based on prayer times. Once again you pull the tolerance and diversity joker. And you point to your successes in integrating difficult cases into the classroom. And at the same time you knead the bulge in your pants. You know that the principal can't refuse you any wish. Not even the wish that you can't start the day without having cum. The conversation ends with the principal blowing you on all fours while you sit wide-legged in his chair.

Friday, 14:00: Your transformation is actually finished. In a few hours, your last German genes will be replaced by Moroccan ones. You are 26 years old. You have lived in Berlin since you were ten years old. You have had to make your way as an immigrant child. But just because you speak fluent German, Arabic, Turkish, Turkmen and French, you left the infidels behind early on. At school, in sports and also at university. Actually, you always thought that teachers were complete losers. Nevertheless, you let yourself be persuaded to study math and sports to become a teacher. You are now 26 years old and have completed your teacher training. You are the secret weapon for classes with young men from immigrant backgrounds. They accept a fellow believer with big upper arms. And even the other lads in your class emulate your example.

Tank tops in your classes are standard. Arabic is obligatory as the language of instruction in physical education. Attendance at noon prayer is mandatory for Muslims, morning and afternoon prayer is optional. And Muslims don't blow, Muslims get blown. At least once a day. But don't worry… Whether it's in the principal's office, the teachers' lounge, or the locker room in the gym, you can always find an infidel to do it!

Hot pic found @tufas 

[aussiellama]

Ant: I’m going to get so much done today.

Missy: I’ll hold you to that.

*8 hours later*

Missy: So how much did you get done?

Ant: One thing.

Missy: Well, that’s one more than usual.

Ant: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?

Missy: Neither.

Missy: Because it's twelve.

Ant: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

Missy: What's two plus two?

Ant: Math.

Missy: ...I will accept that answer.

Ant: Well, I'm very sorry to hear about your mother.

Spider : Mmm, we aren't really that close.

Ant: Oh,good

Ant: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about.

Spider : What are you passionate about?

Ant: Sleeping.

Spider : I just ended a five year relationship.

Ant: Oh no, are you okay?

Spider : It's okay, it wasn't mine.

Ant: You believe me?

Spider : Ant, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Ant: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Spider : What changed your mind?

Ant: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

Ant: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Spider : This is a lie.

Spider : I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.

Spider : HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Spider : What’s your biggest fear?

Ant: I am incredibly arachnophobic.

Spider , under their breath: You don’t want spiders to get married?

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Danny's Ambition

The alarm clock rings and Danny groans as he gets out of bed.

"Just how *expletive* is this day gonna be?"

There's a knock on his door as he hears his sister Mimi.

"Danny, are you decent?"

He sighs. "Yeah Mimi, Ah'm decent. What's up?"

She comes into his room.

"Daddy says he has to take the car today. Are you gonna be alright to walk to school?"

Danny rubs his eyes.

"Walkin to school's all I do anyway. No reason to waste gas over a mile. Ah'm tellin ya Mimi, if I gotta redo senior again I might as well drop out."

She tries to smile. "Don't drop out Danny. Daddy's still trying to get a pharmacy job. That's why he's taking the car. Mr. Primont called him in for an interview. If he gets the job you can quit and focus on graduating."

He stands up and stretches.

"That'll be the day, sis. Ah really hate havin ta ask the juniors for money. It's embarrassin."

The mood is somber and Danny looks lost.

"Ah just wanna wake up one morning and not gotta worry bout money. I don't wanna have to rely on other people."

She goes over to hug Danny. "I know you feel that way, Danny. You just need to take it one day at a time. Now eat up. I got breakfast waitin for you."

He sighs.

"Alright. Gotta change first. Be right down."

Mimi smiles and leaves the room. After changing, Danny goes down to eat breakfast as fast as he can.

"Ah'll see ya later, Mimi."

He grabs his backpack and starts running to school. As he makes it to the school's parking lot, a rusty old pickup truck pulls in. The engine has a strange sound to it.

"Howdy, feller."

Danny looks up.

"Oh hey, Jodie. Hell's up with yer engine?"

Jodie shuts it off and gets out. "Ah dang carburetor's done actin up. Gotta find somethin worth replacin it. Ol gal's goin on 50 so's Ah gotta keep 'er runnin."

Danny looks at the truck. "Ya going to the junkyard with Mike?"

Jodie grabs his books.

"Yeah Mike's ride done lost 'er fender. We's goin ta mah job fer parts."

He stops at the stairs. "Danneh ya got wood shop 1st period?"

Danny looks at his schedule. "Let's see. Nah I got wood shop 2nd period. What classes do ya need to pass this year to graduate?"

Jodie laughs a little and looks down.

"Math, science and readin. Mr. Wade tol me Ah gotta do good ta stay on the wrasslin team. Says he'll kick mah ass if Ah done keep failin and gotta repeat a year."

Danny sighs. "Dunno how you plan on doin that man. We're all idiots ta be able to tutor anyone."

The first bell rings.

"Ah'll be seein ya feller faster than Ah done load a shotgun." Jodie says as he heads inside.

Danny heads to the gym but almost gets hit by a car.

"Dammit Mike ya almost hit Danny."

Mike smiles as he parks.

"Ah yer just worried bout your insurance rates Mikey. "

Mikey (short for Mike Windgren) glares.

"No *expletive* I'm worried Mike! I don't want my Saturn to kill someone!"

"Well Ah didn't so don't get yer panties in a twist. Now let's go before we're late."

Mikey groans.

"Sorry ta almost hit you Danny."

Danny keeps going to the gym.

"Hey Guy are you lookin for someone?"

A boy on the football field turns to look at Danny.

"Yeah that *expletive* Mike skipped band practice today! How're we supposed to set a good example to the freshmen if we ain't all here?!"

Danny sighs. "Well go yell at 'em when ya see 'em Guy. He'll probably show up when he feels like it."

"Yeah well he better! Ah'm not bout to have our drummers be outta formation because that *expletive* decided not ta practice!"

Danny shakes his head and makes it to the gym.

A whirring sound is heard as a small helicopter lands. A young man steps out with a girl on his arm.

"And that's how ya land!"

She looks amazed.

"Oh wow, Rick that's so amazing. How many more hours do you need to be able to teach me for real?"

He gives her a cocky grin.

"Only 20. Maybe if yer willin to wait a couple months I can teach ya."

Her eyes widen.

"Wow I'd like that! I'll see you around then, Rick."

He gives a thumbs up. "You know it baby."

Danny rolls his eyes.

"How many demonstrations is that now, Rick?"

He laughs. "Oh Danny. Don't ya get that it's good for my social life? I get to put my hours in while getting some babes. I see that as an absolute win."

Danny starts walking again. "Whatever Rick."

He makes his way to the gym when he sees his friend.

"Oh hey Ross!"

Ross turns around.

"Danny good ta see you! Still tryna make ends meet. How 'bout you?" he asks smiling.

Danny looks down. "Same boat. Pa's gonna have an interview today so fingers crossed."

Ross rubs his eyes. "Least there's a light at the end of the tunnel for ya. I gotta find a better job that'll pay more. Buc-ee's just ain't enough to pay the bills."

"I hear ya, Ross. Being a busboy at 2 nightclubs ain't a good paycheck either."

A whistle is blown. "Awright ya *expletive* line up!"

Everyone lines up when they hear Mr. Wade's voice. No one messes with him.

As Mr. Wade makes his opening year speech about gym class Danny's mind starts to wander.

"All Ah want is ta make it through the year. If Ah can jus make 'nough money, Ah can buy back our house. Pa ain't ever gonna be embarrassed ever 'gain."

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[ryker-writes]

Hello Ryker! Congratulations on 1.2k! This is the first time anon request in anything ever. So I'm sorry if I did this incorrectly and if I added too much information 🙏 But I would like you to matchmake my oc!

Physical appearance : 168 cm (as tall as Kalim), they have tan skin, shot black messy hair, black almond eyes, tooth gap, wears oversized teal jacket over their uniform, a scar near the corner of their right eye, wears oversized grey jacket, also they have eyebags and hooked nose

Likes :

They love getting up early so they could go on a morning run in the open field for fresh air while also foraging through the woods nearby Ramshackle, making new recipes out of the ingredients they find and surprisingly it's good ( their specialty is frying up chicken of the woods mushroom ). Adding on they love gathering trinkets and any unused materials to make new pieces of art!

And they also love musicals. They are a huge musical nerd and memorized almost every line and act. Sometimes unconsciously singing and dancing around the room acting like they are one of the musical cast. But other than musicals, they are a big nerd for history and math equally and actually enjoys solving math problems for fun (of course when there is no time limit and they could actually take their time to solve it). They like teaching/helping younger kids or classmates with subjects they are still confused about!

Dislikes :

They hate seeing others being mistreated despite not knowing them personally. They won't hesitate to confront the mistreatment and doesn't care if it would potentially cause a physical fight. Hates dark cramped places ( they have claustrophobia ). Despite loving all creatures (even insects, they wouldn't even hurt a fly or even a cockroach) they despise leeches.

Hobbies :

They have a lot of hobbies, tend picking up new stuff to indulge to when they got bored with the usuals. But their main is still drawing (whether it'd be digital or painting on the canvas), singing, playing the piano (or sometimes guitar or flute too), and running.

More info :

They are a yuu. They are a model student back in their world despite not being in the top 10 ranks. Bad at forming the right words to say so they tend to show it through their actions. Honest to fault. Still looks calm and collected when faced with a crisis. They will find new ways to save or earn money. Street smart and very independent. Despite their weak physique, they can endure any harsh environment or training. Addicted to caffeine and sleep deprived please someone tell them to sleep

Love language :

Physical affection and acts of service

They don't have any preferences so just go wild >:D

Thank you so much anon! I know you meant actual leeches for the dislikes but my brain automatically read it as the tweels lmao

"Welcome in dear anon! I'm happy to deliver your match for you. I need you to hear me out, but I got a strong feeling for this one.

Ever since I started reading it just screamed Jack as a good match."

tall and smol

the two of them definitely go on runs together at real early hours of the morning

I see Jack wanting to go foraging with them and adding to the little trinket collection

Jack isn't much of a musical person himself, but he loves to watch and listen to them sing and dance

it's like something magical to him that he could just sit there and watch all day

whenever he sees them helping teach others and kids he falls more in love

Jack is great with kids and will help them any way he can

they dislike the same things when it comes to how people treat others!

he is also so careful about making sure they're never in a dark cramped space

and if they somehow end up in one, Jack will be there to help and support them any way he can

I said it already but Jack loves just watching them do their hobbies like drawing or singing

he really loves how different they guys are and how both of them go well together despite having different hobbies and everything

Jack loves their honesty and the two of them communicate very well

both of them place a higher value in actions over words and struggle to form words

light physical affection and acts of service all the way!

Jack is such an acts of service boy both giving and receiving

both of them are honestly so cute in the mental image I have and honestly couple goals

he only chooses one partner for life so I hope they go well together!

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie munson x female reader

Chapter one (The first day )

I just moved to Hawkins] story name

Hi this kinda goes with the storyline so spoilers ahead Eddie will not die I promise 18 plus story feel free to leave a comment sorry for typos WARNING 18 PLUS CONTENT

You just moved out of the town you grew up in now your moving to hawkins for your mother's job. It's not like you had friends back at your town you always had been introverted in certain ways and making friends was one of the many things that got your Sevier social anxiety up to the roof. But you can live with it. It's not like you didn't want friends, you just had any. Even at school you had zero friends and your grades haven't been the best, And today was my first day of school at Hawkins high. Your not a freshman your almost at the end of high-school

Now you got up and dug through your moving boxes and looked for clothing Till you found a pair of ripped jeans, a tank top that was your favorite color and layered necklaces plus your converse And jacket you looked pretty good Then since you already had showered last night you don't have to this morning but before you walked out you sprayed your favorite perfume. You grabbed your keys off the hook and walked out the door your mom wasn't there because she basically has a 24 7 job so you locked up the house door and drove your car to school (At Hawkins high) You got out of your car as you walked through the doors you felt your stomach turn. You walked through the halls and you saw jocks talking to cheer leaders, two friends, and not one looked at you. Then you walked to math class but when you got there you were early, only a few people were there. 6 min went by, all the seats were full but one then you suddenly hear a voice You turn to see the voice was coming from a small child who was wearing a t-shirt that says hellfire he spits his word out sounding as if he ran here 'Sorry Ms Linda I kinda lost track of time Then they argued until she gave him detention because he was late for math class for the 3rd time apparently The bell rang and you had to find your way to the cafeteria so you chose to subtlety follow two girls to the cafeteria one named Tammy and one named Vanessa. I guess when your invisible you know and hear alot. The cafeteria you had got apple slices, chips and soda but no where to sit except for the empty table in the corner. You sat and listened to the laughter and chating until this guy got up on the table he was sitting at and said ' as long as your into band or science or parties or a game where you toss balls in a laundry basket we are considered lame!!!' Then a guy said want something freak I think he was a jock Then the boy on the table did a weird face thing at him. There was something about this boy his long dark curls around his face His rock sense of style and his voice not to mention his pretty dark brown eyes. I wish he would even take a look in my direction but probably not. So you were walking out of the cafeteria and the small child from earlier bumped into you knocking you down he stuttered i-i um sorry…… wait are you new? I just nodded Well I'm Dustin and you are? My name is y/n. Well y/n sorry I bumped into you I just have to hurry and find a fill in for my club. Ok well I have to go catch the next class Goodluck Dustin. So we went our ways I headed to class He went to get a filler for his club (Class) Bored. I am bored….. it felt like a hundred hours went by then the bell rang. FINALLY Then you walked through the halls to your locker with only a few items in there. Since you were new. You were at your locker when you heard. What do you mean you found no fillers?. The voice was from the guy at the cafeteria, not Dustin the one that stood on the tables. But he was talking to Dustin. Eddie calm down just give me one second…. Y/N!. Then Dustin walked up to you. Hi y/n Can you fill in for the hellfire club tonight? I don't know dustin I barely know anyone here….. Dustin smiles. Well I'll be there And maybe you can make some friends there. Your social anxiety sky rocketed… Fine I'll fill in for your club.. I guess… but you owe me. Dustin's face lit up with excitement. Ok well the campaign is at the theater club storage room in about 10 minutes. Your stomach turning, heart pounding.

(10 mins later) You walk up to the doors of the hellfire club and felt the urge to walk the other way but you didn't you walked through and saw Dustin and the rest of the club the boy called Eddie stood up from his throne and walked towards you slowly with his head up. his eyes following you. Dustin you didn't mention that the filler for lukas was a cheerleader. "What? I am not a cheerleader i-I'm just new here. Butterflies in your stomach waiting for his response. I'm Eddie welcome to hellfire. I-im y/n. Well y/n take a seat and let's play

(After hellfire ) Better luck next time princess . He says with a boyish smile on. You roll your eyes And uncontrollably smiled. You walked out of the room after kinda helping pick up. You knew everyone's names by the end of the hellfire campaign. But you just figured they would probably forget yours. Hey y/n you did pretty good for your first Campaign you should comeback next week. Thanks Dustin but I don't think they liked having me there. Sure they did you were funny and smart with your choices. We didn't win. Yeah sure we lost but we lost together and it was your first game. I don't know we will see bye Dustin. Bye y/n Then you got in your car and drove to your Little new house.

At your house) You unpacked all of your stuff but of course you were starving and thirsty but since you just moved to Hawkins there was zero food and just water it was kinda late but you really needed it and you mom wouldn't notice if you were gone even if she wasn't at work.

You grabbed the keys and headed to a convenient store Your driving through the trailer park and you see Eddie and a cheerleader going inside a trailer. Y/n stop being a stalker you think to yourself.

You got your snacks of chips and a soda And you were tired but I guess time for the next day.

[beesflowers]

𝒦𝒶𝓀𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

Characters: Kako Boisclair x Akito Shinonome, Tsukasa Tenma, Toya Aoyagi, Rui Kamishiro

Type: headcanons, fluff

Note: I'm only doing male characters since Kako is gay. Also Kako is not canonically shipped (by me) with anyone so take your pick! Also I don't hate any character here, I just happened to give them nicknames that were my first thought

Akito Shinonome

So since Kako is always tired, Akito would probably be the one to always complain about it and make him take care of himelf... or at least he can try... Boisclair is actually pretty stubborn if it's about falling asleep so he usually fails. But when he does, our ginger let's his soft side out and yellow eyed boy may even catch him do so sometimes but he stays quiet as he's both too tired to speak and doesn't want him to stop.

"Kako... don't tell me you're falling asleep AGAIN... at least get on couch or somewhere more comfortable than floor!"

"But... floor is comfortable..."

"Eh... hold on tight. I'll carry you there... but next time I'm just gonna leave you be. So be aware!"

"Don't worry, it won't happen again..."

It does happen again. And tsundere never really left him! Instead he always carried him somewhere comfortable. Maybe french boy is doing it all on purpose, just to get carried?

Tsukasa Tenma

Kako isn't the quiet type but he's not really talkative either... that's why Tsukasa would make a great partner for him! Plus, our future star is also pretty caring by nature, especially to the ones he love! So if both boys happen to be together, it's almost sure that mr. future star will take care of this lazy french boy. Be it by putting blanket over him, making sure he always falls asleep somewhere comfortable or even lending him a shoulder if they're in public!

"Hey Kasa... I wanna take a nap..."

"Of course! Are lessons this tiring?"

"Kinda... my next lesson is math..."

"Oh... I see... well I'm sure you'll do good! You're not bad at it after all!"

"Thanks. I'd prefer to take a safety nap before it tho... do you want to take a nap too?"

"Not really... and someone needs to watch over you!"

Toya Aoyagi

Kako is really good at making coffee since he works at cafe so I'm just sure Toya often gets to taste the coffee he makes. This french boy might be lazy but when it comes to making the ones he love smile or making coffee, he's ready to get up for these few minutes! Plus there's nothing better than enjoying coffee with your partner~

"Kako? You're up from the very morning? Did something happened? Did you had a nigthmare?"

"Do you think a nightmare would stop me from sleeping? But no, I just happen to wake up early and decided to make us coffee!"

"Oh, thank you then. I'm happy to taste your coffee first thing in the morning~"

"No problem! And tell me if I got it right this time!"

"Yes... yes you did. Like always tho. Thank you Kako, your abilities are truly amazing."

Rui Kamishiro

Okey so sine Kako can be often almost all the time, he probably has a lot of problems with just walking straight... so when he's walking anywhere with Rui, he always has his arm wrapped around his shoulder or holding him by hand to catch him in case he falls.

But of course we cannot miss that constant teasing for our french boy from living ":3", mostly about his height... like there's around 24cm/9inches difference between them so of course he can't miss any ocassion!

"Oh? Did you not get enough sleep again?"

"I thought I did... I slept for 10 hours but it seems I might need a little nap today as well..."

"Don't worry! You can fall on me! I'm sure no one would even notice~"

"... Why? I'm the type to talk through sleep after all..."

"Oh no, I meant see, not hear! You're so short I bet no one would notice you there, cutie~!"

"I'm not that short...!"

[cosmic-castor-canadensis]

Does anyone wanna hear the story of the time my phone thought it was 2002? Because I want to tell it.

The actual year was 2022, which I only remember because I wrote it down and I am now going to basically quote that account:

There I was, reading stuff, not the smartest idea for trying to go to sleep, but whatever, when the internet goes out. Not all that weird, but when I look at it, it says it's connected. I shrug it off and check the time. 10:42. I could've sworn I had passed 11:00 ages ago. So I check my watch. It says 11:42. This is weird. I decide to go to my alarms and see how long it says it'll be before they ring. I turn one on, it's still set to some date in July, and my phone says it'll take 19 years to go off. I turn it off and I try again. Same result. I try several more. 19 years, some months, some days, some hours, some minutes. I edit an alarm to be a daily alarm and then turn it off so it will reset to whatever it thinks the date is. It says the alarm will go off on December 29, which means it thinks today is December 28. I do some math and realize my phone thinks it's December 28, 2003 (it's actually 2002, I did my math wrong)

So I'm laying there, wondering what in the world is going on with my phone, when I decide to check wordle. It keeps a timer running until the next game, and I wanted to see what it said. It said error. We cannot give you a game because your clock does not match our clock (more or less). It told me my phone was set to 10:46 December 28, 2002 (at this point I realize I did my math wrong). I decide to screenshot this to show people in the morning.

Then I tried to sleep again, wondering if it would still be there by morning. I didn't sleep. I got back on my phone to find the internet back, my phone displaying the proper date and time, and wordle displaying its countdown. At first I couldn't find the screenshots I took, because they were at the bottom of my camera roll, because my phone thought I took the pictures in 2002.

It happened again 2 days later, but this time it was Dec. 31, 2002, which you might notice is 2 days after the first date it changed to. It happened again 15 days after that and said Jan. 15. And that's it. Unfortunately, I don't have a satisfying conclusion to this story, unless someone can explain what was going on.

[speakingagain]

So I got that Shadow Work journal that's all over tiktok, but I got it like 6 months ago and then lost it till last week. I'm good at doing that.

Anyways, i did a few of the first exercises in the book and it asked about things from my childhood that still upset or make me angry. And as I filled out a few pages worth, I realized that I'm mad over something I had no control of from when I was like 6 years old. If I do my math right at 2:30 in the morning, that's 16 years. No. Wait...18? Hold up. 24-6.....18 years. Yeah. Okay, I was close.

Eighteen freaking years of being pissed off. That's shit that you would hear from the grumpy old man dying from liver failure would say. Not a 24 year old. That's a lot of hate to hold onto. And I had several pages of shit I'm still upset about.

I would never have considered myself to be an angry person. Ever. But my examples of "angry people" has been pretty... extreme. My sperm donor (father) is a very angry person. He always has been. I remember we came home one time from getting groceries and he threw a frozen solid box of lasagna at the family dog because it pooped inside because we had been gone for hours and had no way to get outside.

That was one of his calmer episodes too.

My little brother (step that technically doesn't count) used to run around screaming and breaking things because he wouldn't get his way. He once got so mad over something when he got picked up from the bus stop that he burst a blood vessel in his nose and had a really bad bloody nose. I didn't think that was actually possible, I thought it only happened to horny teenage boys in anime.

My soon to be ex husband has the emotional regulation skills of a toddler. He used to boast about how he put another kid's head through a window because they made fun of his sister. Or when his mom's car (that we had been using while she was out of town) got repo-ed, I was on the non emergency line too figure out what happened to the car and he came in screaming and breaking things. The woman on the other line asked if I needed help. That was when I first realized I was experiencing domestic abuse but I thought it was just a moment of weakness and her could change and I loved him so much that I would stand by him through these trials. "But Daddy, I love him!" Right? Yeah I know.

Anyways, that kind of thing was always normal for me. That's what I used to think of when they said 'angry person'.

But that's me. I am the angry person.

Now granted, I never hit anyone, or broke someone's stuff or anything like that. But that's honestly just kind of the bare minimum for being able to regulate your emotions. And I don't want to be angry. I hate being angry. It's so much effort. So I made a plan to work on forgiving.

First, I wanted to learn more about what it actually means to forgive. My father always told me that "God wants us to forgive and forget." And that never made sense to me because of someone hurts you, why would you forget they did it and just let them do it again? Turns out he's actually just a manipulative asshole, who knew?

My ex, when I would call him on his bullshit used to ask me, "how long are you going to hold that against me?" (My favorite was when he asked if we could take turns sleeping on the couch after I found out he was cheating on me for the last 2 years and I laughed and told him 'fuck no'. He genuinely couldn't understand why I would disagree to that, so I told him, "because I wasn't the one who couldn't keep it in my pants". He left the house for an hour and came back pouting.) He also was a manipulative asshole but he was also really bad at it. But him always asking this made me question what the difference is between holding someone accountable and holding a grudge and learning from the pain they caused you.

So I've been doing some research. And there's a lot of differences of opinions on the topic of forgiveness. Mainly between the religious definitions and the basic definition I found in Webster's dictionary. And then there's the psychologic mumbo jumbo to understand too. I actually haven't come up with a solid answer on when it crosses the boundary between remembering and learning from the pain to holding a grudge.

And I imagine I will get probably the same confusing answers if I ask those around me. Everyone has different beliefs and experiences so no one will have the same opinion on it. I'm wondering if it is a subjective concept, and it will have to be something I can only judge in the moment.

Or maybe I'm just still feeling the effects of being manipulated over it. Who knows?

The next step for figuring out how to forgive and move on is to look at things I need to forgive, and figure out if I need to forgive them, or forgive myself. So, I made a shit list.

So far, I have a few people on it because I kept falling asleep while writing it (shh don't tell my boss). I plan on adding more once I have more of a decent brain process and more than 3 hours of sleep.

I had three columns:

Who?

Did what?

Why should I forgive?

And it was really kind of cathartic and eye opening to write down things like "I deserve to be happy." "I deserve to be safe." "I deserve to be seen and heard." " I deserve to be healthy. " My 'Ah-ha!' moment or my 'oh shit' moment I guess.

I now need to decide how I'm going to get myself closure. For example, I can talk to my mom and tell her that her making comments about how much I eat makes me feel like shit and that some things just don't need to be said. But I'm not going to reach out to my sperm donor and say "hey, remember when you called me a wh**e because I wouldn't let you hold my hand?....the fuck you mean no? I moved out that night????" I'd get no closure and I'd probably just end up more pissed off than I am now.

It would be a waste of my time and effort and quite frankly, it would be like talking to a really dumb brick wall. So what else could I do?

Kick him in the shin? That's called assault and I wouldn't make it in jail.

Make a voodoo doll of him and have someone else kick him in the shin? While that sounds hilarious, I don't know any voodoo and I ain't messing with the shadow man.

So maybe I'll just write out a long ass letter and light it on fire while screaming "suck my dick" into the abyss. Seems cathartic enough? I dunno, that one may also require years of therapy. But we will get there eventually. Hopefully.

Any suggestions?

[olddirtybadfic]

Holiday Half Arse: A Less-Than-Festive Fic (part one of two)

At some point, twelve!me decided to write a fic that took place during several holidays. The holidays barely got referenced (Jessie attacks James and Meowth on Thanksgiving and if you do the math, the kitten was probably conceived around Halloween), but I didn't skimp on the drama.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; mpreg; colorful language; absolute character assassination of Jessie (she's super violent towards Meowth and pregnant James); Jessie gets offensive about out-of-wedlock kittens; very shaky understanding of psychological issues; pregnancy is quite rough on James; Officer Jenny is repetitive

-O-o-O-o-O-

(James's point of view)

I fell onto the bed.

I just couldn't seem to close the button on my fly. I tried everything I could to get the button in the hole. I didn't know what was wrong because I wasn't fat. Usually my pants would be falling off.

I finally got the button into the hole. I went over to the mirror and started to brush my hair. I saw that it seemed to have grown quite a bit longer in a short amount of time. I wondered why.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection. Meowth always told me I was beautiful.

Meowth is my boyfriend. Yes, that's right. I'm a human with a Pokémon boyfriend.

Meowth came in the room.

"James?" he said to me.

I didn't really hear him.

"James?" he said again.

"What?" I said.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Breakfast is ready," Meowth said.

At breakfast, I ate more than usual. "Someone was hungry," Jessie said as I washed the dishes.

We spent the entire afternoon trying to make up plans to capture Pikachu. We couldn't really decide which one to use, but we did agree on one thing. No more pitfalls for a while.

I was suddenly exhausted, so I went into the bedroom to take a nap. I woke up two hours later. Meowth was sitting next to me, watching me sleep.

"Jessie tried to cook again. It didn't work. Now we need to know what topping you want on the pizza," Meowth said.

I was about to answer, but then I got the urge to run into the bathroom and vomit.

(Meowth's point of view)

I ran after James. I found him in tears kneeling on the floor, wiping his mouth.

"James, what's wrong?" I asked.

James took a while to calm down. "I….I….I'm…." was all he could get out.

"Take it easy," I said, patting his hair.

James took a breath. "I just keep throwing up. I don't what's wrong with me. What if it's serious?" he said.

I thought for a minute. "You've also been eating more."

James gave me a look.

"And you've been getting tired easily. And you've been pretty emotional, even more than usual."

James's look intensified.

"I'm saying you might be pregnant, Jimmy."

James was shocked. "I-I can't be," he said.

"Here, take this test."

I gave him a pregnancy test to pee on. He did it and a blue plus sign appeared on it.

James looked down at his stomach. "How did I not know?"

"You're probably not that far into it. Also Meowth kittens are a lot smaller than human babies, so you won't show as much," I said. "The kitten is probably already feisty."

James smiled. "I could've told you that part."

(James's point of view)

The good part of the experiment was Meowth and I would have a kitten.

The bad part was I'd be uncomfortable and not that attractive.

I was in bed often, so my hair was so messy, I looked like I had lice. It was just bad luck that my freckles from the sun hadn't gone away. They made my face look even more flushed than it already was. My eyes were getting swollen from sleeping. I also had dark circles under my eyes.

Here's the uncomfortable part. I had to throw up every five seconds in the morning and early afternoon. It felt like torture after I did. I was so weak I couldn't walk back and forth from one room to the other, so I fell asleep in the bathroom a lot. My cravings for food were driving me crazy.

And the kitten was kicking so hard, I felt like birthing it every time it kicked.

Every single thing bothered me.

Once, Jessie said, "That kitten will be out of wedlock." I screamed, "I don't care! That doesn't mean it doesn't deserve to live!"

"Touché," Jessie said.

I ran into the bathroom, crying. I heard Jessie and Meowth talking through the door.

"You didn't mean anything bad, did you?" Meowth was saying.

"If the kitten is born out of wedlock, it's a bastard kitten. That's just how it is," Jessie said.

"How could you say that? Or even want to say that to James? He never said anything about your Pokémon."

"The kitten isn't his Pokémon, Meowth. It's his child."

"So why you gonna dis it like that?"

"Don't talk back, you furball! Someone needs to tell James the truth and if you're too stupid to know it, I'll just have to tell him."

"I'll make sure you don't." Meowth's voice was cold.

"Is that a challenge?!" Jessie yelled. I heard a scream and Meowth crying.

I rushed out of the bathroom. Jessie had shoved Meowth against the wall. Meowth was in tears, wailing.

"Jessie, what are you doing?!" I screamed.

Jessie came over to me and started pushing me.

"This is our business. Don't butt in!" she yelled.

I saw Meowth staring at us, still crying.

I had to stand up to Jessie.

(Meowth's point of view)

Jessie pushed James into the bathroom.

"So, you want to make this your business?" Jessie said in a threatening tone of voice.

The door was open so I could see what was happening.

Jessie slapped James across his face. James started crying.

"Why did you beat up Meowth?!" he yelled.

"That is none of your business!" Jessie hit James again.

"Stop hitting him, bitch!" I screamed.

Jessie yelled, "Stay out of this, ass-cat!" She kicked the door shut.

I ran to the phone and called the mental institution.

"It's an emergency!" I screamed.

"Hey, calm down. What's wrong?" the person on the phone said.

"A maniac beat me up and is beating up my friend. I think she's trying to kill us."

"We'll be right over."

They got to our cabin fast. "Where is she?" one of them said.

"In the bathroom," I said.

The people opened the door. The bathroom was not a pretty sight. It was completely trashed. James was sitting against the wall, crying, while Jessie threatened and cursed at him, waving a wrench. I could see a few bruises on James.

"You interfere with me fucking up Meowth, you'll get fucked up, too, cunt!" she yelled.

"See? She's a psychopathical fuckass!" I screamed.

The people stared at me, looking surprised.

"Sorry. Excuse my language," I said.

They still stared.

"You're a talking Meowth?!" they said.

"Yes, but please arrest her!" I yelled.

The people dragged Jessie out of there in a straitjacket.

"I'll get you both even if it's the last thing I do! One day you bastards will get the ultimate fuck-up!" Jessie screamed.

"Is everything okay?" Officer Jenny asked.

I didn't hear because I was trying to get James out of the bathroom.

"James, she's gone. Please come out of there," I said.

"Is everything okay?" Officer Jenny asked again.

"I can't get James out of the bathroom. I just want to know if he knows everything is all right," I said.

Officer Jenny knocked on the door. "You can come out now."

James didn't come out. I could hear him sobbing and sniffling.

"Please come out, James. The mental institution got her and took her away. We're safe now," I said.

James opened the door a crack and peered out. He came out, picked me up, and hugged me.

"Attaboy," one of the people said.

"Is everything all right?" Officer Jenny asked.

"Everything is fine now," James said.

Later that evening at dinner, it was weird when I was setting the table and I only needed two place mats, two plates, two cups, two napkins, and two sets of silverware.

"What are we having for dinner?" I asked.

"Tuna," James said. James had been craving tuna all day.

When we sat down for dinner, James took out a bottle of chocolate sauce.

"What are you gonna do with that?" I asked.

"I'm going to put it on my portion," James said. I asked him to pass the bottle so I could try it, too.

After a while, James said, "It tastes okay, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "It's perfect. Right, Jess—oops, I forgot. Jessie isn't here."

"I'm going to miss her even if she did abuse me." James had tears in his eyes.

"At least our kitten is safe," I said.

"Yeah. That's one thing to be thankful for," James said.

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Moral of the story: Officer Jenny is ineffective in domestic abuse cases (at least in whatever AU this takes place in).