#I decorated half a house for these seven pictures

[kimmiessimmies]

Is this an alternate universe...?

...or a dream...?

...or maybe...

...the future?

This is, of course, non canon. For now. Or maybe forever. I've just reallyyyy wanted to do this for a long time. And she totally melts my heart. Because I couldn't resist, I've aged her up too, and she's so pretty....

Oh, and p.s., if you haven't zoomed in on that face yet, you really should! 🩷

[bitchinbarzal]

Always Our Daughter | N Hischier

summary; even after you split, his mom will always consider you her daughter.

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In all of your time with Nico, you’d always been close to his mother. Katja had treated you like a second daughter from the moment Nico had brought you home.

So when you split up she was heartbroken. You felt sorry to be loosing a second family but you knew this was best for you both.

Nina reached out a few times to check on you but they all went radio silent for a few weeks until you got a text from his mom.

hi sweetheart, just checking in! you’ve been busy! it’s been so strange not having you around, we’re so proud of you! Please reach out if you ever need anything — you’ll always be our daughter.

It felt nice that she thought about you.

It was a little sad how you felt. You missed them.

Everything was changing; you’d moved out of your shared apartment in Hoboken and up to Buffalo for cheaper rent. Your mom had taken all of your belongings out of your shared home back in Bern.

She’d sent you a picture of the house almost completely empty, considering you’d bought the house together in the off season you were the only one who was able to stay in Switzerland to decorate and Nico didn’t get much of a say.

you moved! your mother showed us pictures of your new house, it’s gorgeous! please let us know if you’ll be visiting us on your trip back to Bern this Christmas, we miss you so much.

When you finally found a place you got to work making it yours, trying to make it home.

you’d never lived alone, constantly moving from rental to rental in Jersey to accommodate Nico’s lifestyle. Your first apartment was perfect and you’d considered buying it but as the internet does, fans had shared your address online and you then had to move a further seven times for the same reasons.

When you’d finally settled on your home in Bern you had planned to make it your own, you made countless Pinterest boards for each room.

You stayed up late nights in the bedroom, laying on the mattress on the floor holding one another while you spoke about all of the things you’d do to the house and all of the memories it would hold.

You spoke about how you’d get married in the garden, how you’d bring your children home here and how you’d decorate their nursery’s.

you went to South Africa?! how was it, sweetheart? you always said you wanted to go… I saw on facebook you’re dating someone new, is he nice? We’d love to meet him. miss you sweetheart.

When Nico had finally settled payment and given you your half of the money for the house you decided to go on vacation. A vacation you’d spoken about going on with Nico countless times but hadn’t gotten around to it.

On the plane you’d been sat next to a guy who you got chatting with. He told you he was headed to Johannesburg to do work, he worked with a non profit.

The two of you spent the entire flight chatting away, getting to know one another and before you parted ways at the airport you exchanged phone numbers with the promise to call when you got back to the US.

hi sweetheart, your mother told us you got a new job! Congratulations sweetheart you’ll be great.

After you’d gotten home and Alex called you, he showed you all the stuff he’d done in South Africa and you were enamoured with it and began complaining about your job and how you wanted to help more people.

Being the captains girlfriend in New Jersey meant you took lead on fundraisers and community events, you missed it.

So Alex told you about an event organiser position that was open in his company so you went for the interview and got it.

It felt nice to be helping make a difference again.

happy new year love. it was so nice to see you last week, congratulations to you and alex. you’re going to be an amazing mother, nobody deserves this more than you. can’t wait to meet this little one! don’t become a stranger please…. we love you! x

Things with Alex moved quickly. He moved into your apartment, the two of you settled into a routine and only a few months in you found out you were pregnant.

It was a massive shock and you were something bordering excited and disappointed. You liked Alex, truly you did and it was nice to be sharing your life with someone again but this was all a lot happening in such a short period of time.

Whenever you thought about having babies you always imagined them with brunette hair, Nico’s nose crinkle and his beautiful big eyes.

You called your mom and cried for a little bit, she tried her very best to soothe you. At one point you considered calling Nico, just wanting someone who would make you feel better.

it’s been a while! A little girl…. congratulations sweetheart, not long until she’s here. nico sends his well wishes, Nina shared your photos with him I hope you don’t mind. let us know if you got our gift in the mail.

A little girl.

You posted it on instagram, a heart shaped cake with pink icing inside with the caption ‘my sweet slice of heaven ☁️🩷’

Nico saw it, everyone saw it. They all tried avoiding the conversation in the locker room but Nina sent it straight to him ‘HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?!? THAT SHOULD BE YOURS!!!’

Things with Alex hadn’t been so smooth sailing, he’d been making off handed comments about your body and you guys had been arguing about finances, with the additional costs of a baby coming you were trying to be smart. That wasn’t something you’d ever had to worry about with Nico, he’d fight you to keep your credit card in your purse. He always said his money was the least he could give you for everything you’d ever given him.

oh sweetheart. claudia is just perfect. she looks exactly like you and she’s got the chubbiest little cheeks. your mom told us what’s happened the past few months, I’m so sorry sweetheart, someday someone will come into your lives for you both and change it for the best. one day claudia will know just how strong her mommy is. we’re always here to support you; we’re so glad you reconnected with nico. he’s been showing us all the pictures and videos you send him, we’re so excited to meet her someday. take care of yourself schatz, we’ll see you when you come home x

Claudia, the love of your life.

Your babygirl was born and she was perfect. Everyone said she looked like you which you were grateful for, not a reminder of Alex who had taken off just before she was born.

You freaked out when you went into labour, all alone with nobody to call so you called the only person you knew you could rely on.

He was by your side, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement in your ear.

“I can’t do it! I can’t!”

“You can Schatz, you can. You’re so strong you can” you cried out in pain, squeezing his hand tighter.

He named her.

“Does she have a name?” He asks, stroking the little girls cheek.

“Alex wanted to call her Emma but I don’t like it” you scrunched your nose in discontent “My mom gave me a book of Swiss names but Alex wouldn’t even let me look at it he didn’t like-“

“How about Claudia?” He asks and your eyes go wide before you give a soft smile, remembering back to the first night in your house, holding one another while you said

“and our babies! if it’s a girl, Claudia and if it’s a boy I’d like to use Luca”

You nod, eyes full of tears “Claudia… hi babygirl”

Even after you’d gotten home and settled into life with your little girl you kept in contact with Nico. He asked for updates at least four times a day and you would FaceTime when he was on the road.

The devils last game of the season was against the sabres and you took Claudia to her first NHL game.

Nico found you both, standing next to the ice he waved to the baby through the plexi

“Hi, Chäferli!”

happy birthday to Claudia! we can’t wait to give her gift, we may have gone a little overboard but you can’t blame us… she’s our first grandbaby!! love you and we’ll see you three later at her party.

“Happy birthday Chäferli!” Nico shouted, peppering kisses all over the one year olds face as she sat in her high chair eating her cupcake delivered specially from the team.

Your camera shutter caught both of their attention, the two looking over at you with smiles and you shrugged “Capturing the memories”

Nico shakes his head, unclipping Claudia from her high chair and waltzing over to where you stood in the kitchen with your camera pushing the camera down from your face to kiss you softly

“Best day of our lives” he mumbled and you stroked Claudia’s cheek while nodding

“Our precious girl, you made this family”

[sleepyangelkami]

FADE INTO YOU j.todd

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.1K

JASON TODD X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - slow dancing in the kitchen with domestic bf!jason

 ☆ WARNINGS - tooth rotting fluff, petnames, intended lower case, nothing I write is ever proofread 🩷

jason's days off were rare, but when they actually happened, they were the best. even hero's like him had to take a couple rest days. today was one of those days.

the living room was dull aside from the little lamp to your right, next to the couch you were laid across, head on your boyfriend's chest as he read the words scrawled across the page slowly. his voice was soothing, so much so that you actually found your eyes falling shut, head gone limp against him.

jason would swear on the bible that he was a grinch, that he hated christmas more than anything. but only you would know how big of a lie that was. frost covered the windows, completely blocking your outside view although the curtains did a good enough job anyway. your christmas tree was sat in the corner of your living room, tacky an decorated in different coloured baubles along with the tacky red and silver tinsel and the blue and gold lights that were never turned off.

it was nights like this, you snuggled up in your christmas pijama's, as he was, matching of course, with christmas decorations sprawled across the entire room that he realised just how much he loved it. though, he was sure that there was one thing he'd always hate about this time of year. the goddamn cold.

when he realised you had fallen asleep on him, he placed the book on the side table, standing up and drawing the reindeer blanket over your shoulders to keep you warm.

his feet moved towards the kitchen where there was little to no light. it was attached to the living room, so the only beacon of light was the tree and the lamp.

his eyes glanced towards the clock that wrote half seven. on his days off, you spent every minute together. today, you had both travelled up the country for a little christmas shopping before stopping home to see the christmas lights. you were going to go for dinner too but you both decided you were too cold and you wished to be home as soon as possible.

the fire lit, heating up the entire house. he realised how long it had been since you'd eaten. he himself wasn't too hungry but he knew how you'd be, sleepy or not.

when you did wake, it was to the smell of food and the sound of low music. the music had been on before you'd fallen asleep, low and muffled but even so, you could hear it. you found yourself smiling into the armchair of the couch, eyes strained on your boyfriend's back as he cooked whatever it was he was making.

he was in a red fluffy pijama bottoms with pictures of little christmas trees, presents and ginger bread cookies along with a plain black t-shirt. you wore the same bottoms only with a black crop top, clinging to your skin comfortably. when you first mentioned matching pijama's, he quite literally laughed in your face.

now look.

as good as the food smelled, you were really more bothered on who was standing in front of the frying pan.

jason had sensed you waking up minutes ago so the feeling of arms wrapping around his wide torso didn't frighten him. "hi, sleepy." he grinned, looking down at the food he was stirring.

"hi, jay." your head buried into his back. "what're you doing?" you mumbled sleepily.

"makin' you some dinner, baby." your stomach felt empty, hungry but you'd seemingly always forget around him. perhaps it was because he made you feel so... full. "wanna sit by the couch 'n watch a movie while i make it?"

despite the fact he couldn't see your face, you shook your head. "jus' wanna be with you." when you got sleepy like this, he was all you wanted. not food, not a movie, not even your family, you just wanted him, your jay.

he hummed with a smile as he turned around, grasping you in his arms. you let him move so that your head was in his chest, not his back. he allowed the food to cook. he held you like that, moving one hand to turn up the music slightly. it was a slow, pretty song that reminded you a lot of him. it was funny because it reminded him of you too, you were both just too shy to say it. "feelin' okay, princess?" you nodded your head dumbly. "day wore you out?" he could read you like a book. if that was true, you were his favourite storytale.

you hummed this time, allowing him to slightly sway your bodies to the song. he did it slowly, so slow it took you a second to register. "what are you doin'?" you mumbled, lips turning up at the corners.

"me?" he feigned shock. "I'm not doing anything, angel." though as he spoke, he led you away from the oven and stopped between it and the counter. you stood in the middle of the kitchen with him.

with one hand on your waist, he used his other to pick up one of your own, your left one to be exact. you'd danced with him many times at one of the wanye gala's. but this. this was different.

this time, the song was one of your own, one that made you smile and think of him, your jason. this time, there wasn't hundreds of eyes on you, whispers through the crowd about jason todd, bruce wayne's son and his 'date' were you his girlfriend? or just an escourt? how long had you known one another? who were you?

none of that mattered now.

you could breathe in and breathe out. all you could smell was jason's cologne and the cooking off in a distance. the sound of the music was relaxing, slow but your feet moved with jason's. this was slower than you'd ever danced with him before, including the slow dances at the gala.

with your head on his chest, eyes closed shut, you could hear the low humming of jason with the music. the small whisper of his voice as the words of the song began. it was quiet, but enough for you to hear.

as the music slowed to a stop, you moved away slightly, glancing up at the man you called your lover and loved him you did. he smiled down at you, his entire world.

his hand moved to cup your face, other one brushing his fingers against your own, dancing upon your skin as he kissed you slowly. in that moment, you felt your knee's actually go weak. you kissed back, of course, lips slowly moving against his own.

he pulled back, lips in a tight grin. "you up for some dinner?" he mumbled, quietly.

you nodded your head, completely overcome with him. "can we watch the muppets christmas carol while we have it?" you loved that movie, as did he.

he chuckled quietly, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. "of course, princess, go set up the tv." and that was exactly what you did.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: merry christmas eve and happy sunday! the promised andrei christmas fic (written extremely fast and edited even faster lol) title is from cher’s new christmas song which is a bop and a half so i suggest listening. going to be quiet the rest of the year to stockpile some writing, but happy new year everyone, i’ve been beyond grateful for the love my fics have gotten this year 😘

word count: 3.9k

tw: minimal smut, unprotected sex, brief fingering

summary: christmas eve at the svechnikov house is a chaotic but fun affair

“Mama?”

“Yes, my love?” You look up from the bowl of cookie dough batter. Evie was supposed to be helping after waking up at the ass crack of dawn, but the lure of rearranging all the decorations on the small tree in her room was more appealing. Your little perfectionist oldest daughter had shifted ornaments no less than fifteen times since you’d put the decorations up right after Thanksgiving.

Alina hops from foot to foot and you don’t necessarily love the sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “I catch Santa!”

You squint at her. “You’re catching Santa? Santa’s not a lizard in the backyard,” you say gently.

“I catch Santa,” Alina repeats. “Tonight! With presents!”

It clicks in your head - she means that she wants to stay up late and catch Santa leaving presents - and you laugh. “Oh, baby, you can’t stay up to see Santa, otherwise he doesn’t leave presents, remember?” You set the bowl of dough aside and scoop Alina up into your arms, sitting her down on the counter. She pouts at you, chubby little fingers reaching to play with the strings on your hoodie.

“Wanna see Santa,” she huffs. Her little pout is identical to Andrei’s and it makes you smile. You love seeing your husband’s traits and mannerisms in your girls.

You lean in to whisper conspiratorially, “guess what? Someone better than Santa is coming in a little bit.”

“Who?” Alina perks up, eyes going wide as she bounces a little. “Mickey Mouse?”

Another laugh bursts out of your mouth and Alina giggles with you, always ready to laugh with whoever’s around. “No, not Mickey Mouse,” you giggle, tickling her sides lightly and enjoying her childish laughter. “Babushka and dedushka!”

Alina shrieks happily and you catch her when she launches herself forward off the counter. The kids love when Elena and Igor come to visit and they don’t know that this trip will be extra long, as they’re staying for nearly three weeks. Once Andrei finishes his workout, he’s supposed to be going off to pick them up from the airport.

“Bring puppy?” She asks, little arms locked around your neck and wide awake considering it’s not even seven in the morning.

“No,” you shake your head, “they’re not bringing the puppy. He has to stay home where he has his bed and all his toys.”

That would be the last thing you need in the house - in-laws, three kids, a husband who’s traveling several days a week, and to add a dog on top of that? No, thank you.

“I share my toys,” she says sweetly.

You press a kiss to her cheek. “Yeah, you do share your toys with Evie and Kira. But puppy toys are different. Why don’t you go draw a picture to give Babushka when she gets here?”

Alina nods wildly and wiggles her way out of your arms and down your body before running off to the kid sized table you have set up in the den with all their craft supplies. She’ll be distracted for at least ten minutes, which gives you enough time to get the cookies on a baking tray and in the oven. Why you waited until Christmas Eve morning to make the cookies for Santa is a question for another day.

You’ve been awake since 4:30 already and your energy is starting to flag, so you make a quick mug of coffee before portioning out the sugar cookies and dipping them in the green and red sugar sprinkles. While you sip at the drink and finish the cookies with your other hand, your mind wanders to everything that has to get done today. There are a few more gifts that have to be wrapped, but for the most part you’d managed to get everything you and Andrei bought for the kids and his parents wrapped at night. You’d also wrapped all the gifts Elena and Igor had bought for the girls and had shipped directly to your house.

Dinner tonight is going to be chill and Elena had insisted on handling most of that, so you don’t worry too much about the menu. You’ll be helping her, since most of the recipes are from your childhood, but she loves cooking when she visits so you don’t mind letting her.

You decide that you’ll have Andrei take all three girls with him to the airport so you can have a minute to shower - hair wash and shaving included - without little hands knocking on the bathroom door.

Otherwise, you have to iron the girls’ outfits and tidy up the chaos before the girls hopefully go to sleep early so you and Andrei can set out the presents.

“Thinking hard?” Andrei’s teasing voice startles you out of your mental to-do list. You turn away from the counter and take him in with a smile. He’s sweaty from his workout, hair falling over his forehead that he swipes back with his free hand. Kira is on his hip, a giant four-toothed smile on her face. You nudge at her round cheeks with your knuckles, grinning back at her.

“Were you Papa’s workout buddy?” You ask her in a bubbly voice. “How’d he do?”

“Papa!” She yelps, smacking at Andrei’s chest with her hands and cuddling closer to his side. She plants a smacking kiss against his cheek, her favorite party trick to get adults coping over how cute she is.

Andrei kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek against the crown. “She’s a good cheerleader,” he laughs. And as if they practiced it, Kira waves her hands in an imitation of jazz hands. You laugh and kiss your youngest on the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

“Give me the baby and go shower,” you say, already taking Kira into your arms. She transfers easily, snuggling into your neck, one hand splayed over your chest. “I need you to take all three with you to the airport and you’re going to need to get going if you want to get your parents on time.”

He looks at the clock over the stove and frowns a little. “They don’t land until 9:30, plenty of time.”

“Yeah,” you nod, untangling your hair from Kira’s grip, “but you have to shower, the girls have to be changed and put in the car, and you have to drive to the airport. Time goes faster than you think, please just get everything going?”

Andrei nods and grips your chin in his hand to tilt your face up for a kiss. You melt a little, humming quietly. “Okay, solnyshka. We will go when everyone is ready. Do I need to pick anything else up?” He asks, tickling Kira’s back.

You shake your head, “just your parents. Next year they’re coming here earlier. None of this flying on Christmas Eve business.”

“I will tell them,” Andrei laughs before heading upstairs to shower.

Four hours later, after you’ve finished taking the cookies out of the oven, showered, and pulled together a quick little breakfast spread, Andrei’s car pulls back into the driveway. You pull open the front door with a huge smile on your face, laughing when Elena’s dragged into the house by Evie and Alina, Kira held on her grandmother’s hip. Andrei and Igor are back at the car, handling all the bags.

“Moya devushka,” Elena greets you with a warm smile and a tight hug, Kira squeaking and complaining when she’s caught in the middle of the two of you. “Ah, prosti, myshonok.” She kisses Kira’s head.

“Mama!” Evie dances at your feet, tugging on your sweater. “Babushka said she’s staying forever!”

“Mid-January, at least,” Elena shares a smile with you, helping you usher the girls inside. Kira clings to her like a koala and you love how much the girls love their grandparents.

Evie widens her eyes - Andrei’s eyes - at her grandmother, “that’s like forever! And look,” she grabs Elena’s hand, pulling her to the living room, “r’member we showded you our tree on the phone? Now you can see in real!” Alina trails along after them, clutching the stuffed Grinch that she’d recently decided was her new best friend.

Confident that the girls are handled, you head back outside to help Andrei and Igor with the bags. Your father-in-law greets you with a kiss to the cheek and waves off your help, “you have strong men. Go with Elena and girls.”

You know from past experience that it’s basically useless to fight with him, so you grab up Elena’s oversized purse from the backseat of the car and run back inside with it, wearing a sneaky little smile, before Igor can chastise you. Andrei’s laughter follows you inside.

“Elena,” you call out, “do you want your purse or should I put it in your room?”

“Oh! Bring it here,” Elena looks over her shoulder at you from where she’s sitting on the ottoman, having been oohing and ahhing over the drawings the girls made for her. “I have surprises.”

You hand over the bag, talking over the girls’ excited squeals, “you shouldn’t have. It’s Christmas Eve.”

Elena waves a hand in the air at you and if it were anyone else, you’d be annoyed at the dismissive gesture. “Small things,” she explains, reaching into the bag and drawing out little toys and Russian candies for the girls. “These were your Papa’s favorite,” she explains, handing Evie a wrapped chocolate.

Andrei appears behind you and leans forward, snatching another candy out of his mother’s hand. “Still are,” he winks at the girls. He unwraps the chocolate and pops it in his mouth before giving you a quick kiss. “I’m going to clean out the car,” he gives Kira a faux-glare, “one of the myshonok spilled her Cheerios.”

“It was Kira,” Evie pipes up, chocolate smeared around her mouth. “She spilleded out the whole bag!”

Kira, recognizing her name, giggles and chants, “Mama! Papa!”

“Our messy little girl,” you ruffle her hair gently. “Not too much candy, okay? It’s still really early.”

You know you’re going to be ignored, but you have to say it if only to stave off the mom-guilt. With the girls distracted by their grandparents - Igor’s wandered in and is telling Alina a joke she surely doesn’t understand yet - and Andrei busy with the car outside, you take the opportunity to slip upstairs and finish wrapping the few gifts that had been delivered in the last few days.

When you come back downstairs after finishing up and taking a few extra minutes to just breathe in the relative quiet, everyone’s huddled around Elena’s phone FaceTiming with Geno and his family. Everyone chatting in rapid fire Russian, even your kids, and you smile. You love that the girls are fluent in Andrei’s native language and it’s good practice when they talk to his family. The girls giggle with their cousins and you pull out your phone to snap a candid shot before joining the call, waving to Geno and his wife.

You stand behind the couch, looping your arms around Andrei’s neck and resting your chin on his shoulder, just enjoying the lively conversation. You’ve learned some Russian over the years, but you’re nowhere close to fluent and once they all start talking so fast, you’re basically lost at sea.

Andrei leans his cheek against yours, holding out his hand while he talks to block Evie’s foot from hitting him in her attempt at showing off a cartwheel. She pouts at Andrei when he tells her to sit down - that you understand, at least - and Andrei huffs in exasperation when Elena turns right around and clearly reprimands him for stopping Evie. Your head is starting to swim a little from all the noise and you press a kiss to Andrei’s cheek before standing up and heading into the kitchen.

A dog barking joins the chaos and you know Geno’s brought Igor’s dog on the screen. The girls squeal with delight and you know this means you’re going to get a barrage of begging for a puppy.

“Mama,” Evie skips her way into the kitchen, “can we show Babu and Dedu Belle’s christmas?”

The call with Geno is either done or the girls had gotten bored of sitting in one place. You nod, knowing she means the Beauty and the Beast Christmas movie, and say, “sure, bunny. Ask Papa to put the movie on the TV.”

The movie keeps them occupied for a little bit, even after Elena leaves to come help you in the kitchen. You work quietly with your mother-in-law, chatting easily about the girls and the plans for their extended trip. You’ll have a more involved celebration on January 7th - when Christmas is traditionally celebrated in Russia - with Elena making dishes that Andrei remembers from his childhood. But with the girls being raised in America, it’s easier for them to have Christmas traditions in line with their classmates and friends.

You’re incorporating some of your holiday traditions - namely the relaxing aspects of the day, watching movies and spending time with the kids - and it’s nice to not have to worry about going super over the top. Tomorrow, Andrei and his dad will grill steaks and you’re making a few side dishes and Evie helped make some cookies during the week. More than anything, you’re just excited to see them get into Christmas and to make memories with them.

The girls go down for their naps and you and Elena get to finish prepping dinner. It’s a quiet rest of the day, until suddenly it’s after dinner and the girls are bathed and changed into their matching pajamas - little candy canes printed on a white background - and Alina’s chattering about catching Santa.

“Where did she even come up with that?” You ask Andrei, laughing a little. “She said it this morning too.”

“Ah,” he gives you a sheepish smile and you’re instantly on guard, “maybe I said something. They asked about Santa and magic.” He shrugs. “I don’t know how to explain so I said to stay up and see how he does it.”

You snort a laugh, filling Kira’s bottle and closing the lid. “Yeah, that’ll do it. Better hope she knocks out like usual or we’re going to have a long night.”

Andrei settles his hands on your hips and pulls you close, kissing you gently. “I think there was enough excitement today. They will sleep, solnyshka, don’t worry.”

Resting against his chest, you loop your arms around his lower back, excitement bubbles up in your chest for the girls to see their gifts. “I know I’ve said it before,” you mumble into his chest, “but thank you for agreeing to do two Christmases.”

“Anything for you, solnyshka,” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. And then you’re interrupted by the two older girls, running in and begging to set out the cookies for Santa. Andrei lets you go and lifts both girls up onto his hips, telling them, “make sure you pick good cookies. I think he likes ones with a lot of sprinkles.”

He winks at you over the girls’ heads and you suppress a little smile while you put the cookies the girls select on a special plate. The plate of cookies is carefully arranged on the coffee table, next to a glass of milk that Evie had very carefully carried from the kitchen.

“Can we watch Frosty, Mama?” Evie asks, giving you puppy eyes. She’s already tucked up on the couch in between her grandparents, one little hand wrapped around Elena’s forearm and the other clutching her Stormy plush - this version has a little Christmas sweater on and you’d tried to resist buying it but you’re weak when it comes to saying no sometimes. Alina’s already looking like she’ll pass out any second, head resting on Igor’s chest. Andrei has Kira in his arms, rocking from side to side so she’ll fall asleep.

“Okay,” you nod, “but as soon as Frosty’s over, it’s time for bed. Remember, Santa doesn’t come if you’re awake.”

Behind you, Andrei snorts a quiet little laugh and you know exactly why, but you refuse to dignify him with a response. You press your lips together to smother a laugh of your own.

“I’m not gonna sleep,” Evie informs you, apparently on Alina’s side with wanting to catch Santa. “I’m not even sleepy, Mama.”

Her sentence is punctuated by a huge yawn and you catch Elena’s eye, both of you muffling laughter.

“It would not be so bad,” Elena says, stroking Evie’s braided hair, “to close your eyes a little, zaychik.”

Evie wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, but you’re not surprised when all three girls and both grandparents are all passed out before Frosty even gets on the train to the North Pole. Andrei’s already brought Kira up to her crib and now he helps you bring up the older girls, lifting their combined weight easily into his arms while you wake up Elena and Igor.

“Jet lag,” they both laugh tiredly, Elena giving you and Andrei kisses on the cheek before retiring to their room. Igor offers to help bring the gifts down to the tree, but Andrei says something in Russian and his father nods, closing the door behind him.

You leave the doors to the girls’ bedrooms cracked a little, hoping you’ll hear them in case they get up. Tossing Andrei a Santa hat you’ve kept around just for this moment, you grin, “let’s get this done, Saint Nick.”

Andrei jams the hat on his head and gives you a crooked smirk. “Red is my color, solnyshka,” he teases and swats at your ass gently when he follows you to the second guest room that’s been serving as your gift and wrapping room.

Between the two of you, all the gifts are brought downstairs in less than an hour. Andrei likes to deposit the boxes randomly, leaving the huge box that you know is a Barbie Dream House for the girls to share right in the middle of everything. You shake your head and move it towards the back, making sure the presents are arranged nicely and there’s room to walk around all the furniture. You spot a handful of gifts labeled in Andrei’s messy scrawl and it makes you smile.

“Last one,” he says, setting a smaller box on top of the rest. “Time for bed?”

You survey the scene, skipping over the gifts and landing on the plate of cookies. “Oops, no! We almost forgot the cookies, take a bite out of one or two,” you suggest, knowing his massive sweet tooth. Andrei bites off half of a tree shaped cookie and holds out a second to you for you to bite.

A yawn escapes as you’re chewing and you cover your mouth immediately, mumbling an apology. Andrei scoffs and rests his hand on your lower back to guide you up the stairs, “let me take my zhena up to bed.” His voice is low and deep, warm despite the tiredness lacing his tone. The Santa hat is crooked on his head and it makes him look boyishly handsome. You recognize the look in his eyes and you add a little sway to your hips on your way back to your bedroom.

“Your parents are right down the hall,” you say quietly, even as you pull your pajama top over your head and push your pants and underwear to the floor.

Andrei raises an eyebrow at you, hungrily taking in the sight of your bare body. Your nipples tighten under his scrutiny and you feel a rush of warmth between your legs. He steps forward, crowding you until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fall back, landing flat on the mattress with your legs splayed open. He leans one knee in between your legs and covers your body with his to kiss you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan softly when he pulls back, one of his hands sliding up your side, over your chest, to rest at the base of your throat, “guess you’ll have to be quiet, solnyshka. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, hooking your ankle around Andrei’s hip and pushing at the waistband of his joggers. “Get rid of these,” you demand and Andrei kisses you again before standing up and stripping, his clothes discarded to the floor in seconds.

“Remember,” Andrei grins, running his fingers over your sensitive clit, making your back arch off the bed and a sharp gasp escape your lips, “quiet.”

You bite down hard on your lower lip to prevent any noise from escaping as Andrei pumps his fingers inside of you, curling and flexing them until you’re dripping down the curve of your ass. “Andrei!” You can’t help but moan his name when his fingers press up against your g-spot.

“Ah,” he tuts, pulling his fingers from your cunt and covering your mouth with his palm. “Quiet.”

With his hand muffling your noises, Andrei kneels between your open legs, lining up his cock at your entrance and sliding into you with one smooth thrust. You whine behind his hand, clenching immediately around his length, legs coming up to wrap around his waist. Sparks dance behind your eyes, pleasure building low in your stomach.

Andrei fucks into you with a steady rhythm, his hand warm over your face. You roll your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and before you realize it, your orgasm is building and cresting, flooding your veins with fire. You bite down on Andrei’s palm and he hisses, finishing inside of you with a few more thrusts.

Everything is hazy and sticky and you blink up at Andrei, trying to focus on something other than the selfish desire for a second orgasm. Andrei’s hand shifts from your mouth to cup your cheek. His eyes twinkle with mischievous glee and you brace yourself for whatever he’s about to say.

“Santa was not the only one coming tonight, huh?”

“Oh my god,” you burst out laughing, push at his chest, “I hate you.”

Andrei kisses you sweetly, laughing too. “Sorry, that was bad,” he climbs off the bed, pulling you to your feet so you can both shower quickly and he can change the sheets before you go to bed.

It feels like you’ve only gotten ten minutes of sleep - thanks to a pair of wandering hands on your husband - when your bedroom door bangs open and Evie’s screaming, “SANTA BROUGHT PRESENTS!” She jumps onto your bed, bouncing on her knees in between you and Andrei, shrieking with delight. Andrei catches her around the waist and pulls her into a big hug.

“You’re going to wake the whole house, zaychik,” he teases, giving you a sleepy smile over her head.

“Everyone’s awake! Babu’s makin’ coffee and she said I had to wait five whole minutes before I woke you and Mama,” Evie informs him. “Can we pleaseeeee go open presents now?” She throws her arms around Andrei’s neck and pokes her lip out in a pout until he nods and she scrambles off the bed, racing for the stairs and screeching, “Papa said we can open!”

You yawn and slump against Andrei’s side, grinning tiredly, “I wish we could bottle her energy.”

“I will work on it for your birthday,” Andrei teases, kissing you warmly. “Merry Christmas, solnyshka.”

“Merry Christ—“

“MAMA! PAPA! PRESENTS!”

[infamous-if]

I’m curious what the RO’s homes/bedrooms look like because I think it can tell a whole lot about someone 🤔

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. I was actually ruminating over what Sev's room/apartment, in particular, would look like the other day.

Seven's room is very dark to me. Black walls, a lot of band posters plastered everywhere. It's a mess but an organized mess. Very much what a music enthusiast's room would look like in a 2000s teen movie lol. They've never grown out of the 'fanboy/fangirl' phase so they'd just have posters all over, they have a dresser of vintage records on one side and a mirror full of photo booth pictures and photos of their life tacked to it. Their bed is never made, mostly because Seven is always in bed when they're home. Seven has clothes strewn just about everywhere but they claim to know where everything is. A lot of ripped-out pages of scrapped out song lyrics on the floor. My imagination of Seven's songwriting process is a lot of pacing, a lot of humming. They get their best ideas while doing other stuff like cleaning and cooking. Outside of their room, their apartment is also messy with a lot of novels strewn about. Seven is very sentimental so every gift they've ever gotten is on display. Their bathroom is clean but messy; just a lot of hair products and makeup everywhere. Seven's "I just rolled out of bed" look is a stylistic choice lmao

I can imagine Sev being a very annoying neighbor to have since they always have music on and they're always singing. Seven has never actually cleaned their place quickly because of all the times they stop to have a mini concert in their living room. Seven is fun when they're alone lol

Orion's is expectantly clean and very minimalist. His room is barren, a plain black bed with a metal headboard. He always has incense burning and has an air purifier and a lot of tech. Everything is spotless and there's not anything out of place. Orion's place is a lot of dark furniture, a lot of leather, and a lot of gray and white in terms of looks. He has a large glass balcony that he likes to do work on in the mornings. I imagine him to have a large closet with all just suits on one side and just...straight up black clothes on the other. Orion isn't one to wear anything colorful. His neighbors love him and want to connect with him but Orion is not interested lol More than a few times he'd come home and just plops himself on his couch and falls asleep due to how tired he was.

Sebastian's home is large but sparsely decorated. He has a big TV to play his video games on and it's what you'd think is a stereotypical young guy's place: brown couch, some video game memorabilia, and some sports stuff. He has a huge gamer computer setup he built himself. He uses it for games and for coding and general data stuff. Sebastian likes displaying all of his goodies and stuff and he doesn't touch Maya's room, which is much like Seven's in that it's super cluttered with music stuff and posters. Sebastian's house is what a default sims house looks like: nothing stylish, just generic furniture.

Victoria and G's is luxurious that leans more to anything that they like they just toss it in there. Huuuuge with plushy colorful couches and overpriced designer furniture. OH! If anyone has seen Cara Delevigne's AD...that's what their house would look like. Just chaotic everywhere with so many knickknacks and things that it's like an assault on your every single sense. Funky wallpapers, leopard rugs. A lot of that, surprisingly, is G's doing. G was very set on designing their house. They're barely home and live mostly in hotels anyway so it doesn't really matter.

August's is pretty generic; gray walls, purple bed. They live with their family (August was supposed to live with a roommate but I changed it to better fit their route) and Clare tends to be the messy one. I would say August's room is half and half, it's pretty empty but what they do have takes up a lot of space like their drum set and their huge speakers. The house is big (August's parents are pretty well-off as politicians) and very Grecian in appearance. August doesn't have much knickknacks and things like Seven. They're pretty detached to sentimental things like that. It's a very standard room, the centerpiece definitely being their drums. They have a huge computer set up, though, like a gamer set up like Seb's but they don't use it for games lmao

[withacapitalp]

Wait for it

It had been a successful Christmas. 

A crazy morning of endless gifts, a fun-filled afternoon of snowball fights and cookie decorating contests, and a soft evening of hot cocoa and Christmas movies. It was the kind of holiday Steve had dreamed about as a kid, and getting to give that to his new family and their children meant the world to him. 

Their children.

It still kind of blew his mind at times. It was almost bizarre to see his seven little nuggets with little nuggets of their own running around. All together they had a veritable pack of almost a dozen children of varying ages. Sweet, wonderful, children that liked to call him ‘GrandpaUncle Steve' and loved to come to visit because they knew he would completely spoil them rotten. 

Perks of having a wild rockstar as a husband, Steve could give his adopted grandchildren everything their hearts desired. 

But the little ones were tucked into beds all over their stupidly enormous house, sleeping peacefully and letting the adults get a chance to relax and catch up with each other. Now that they were spread all over the country, it was harder to keep in touch, but they all made a point to get together for Christmas. 

“I have one more gift,” Eddie said, making the room quiet down. He wiggled out of Steve’s arms and placed a big fat kiss on his cheek. 

Steve waved him off with a soft chuckle, watching as his partner skipped out of the room and quickly returned with the biggest box he had ever seen. The top half of Eddie’s body was completely hidden by it. Steve half considered asking El to help him with her powers, but before he could, Eddie was placing it down on the floor in front of his feet. 

“This is for you, love,” Eddie said with a flourish, “I think you’ll really like it,” 

“Guess it’s not an engagement ring,” Mike stated bluntly, half of the room shushing him with harsh whispers, and the rest glaring daggers. He held his hands up in surrender, everyone going back to looking at Steve. 

“Maybe I want to be the one to propose, Wheeler. Ever think of that?” Steve quipped, too busy looking at the gift to notice the collective wince that went around the room. 

It was wrapped immaculately, definitely a department store job. The wrapping paper was a gorgeous sky blue, and the ribbon around it was shiny and gold. It was almost too pretty to open. When he said as much, the entire room seemed to sigh

“Just open it already!” Robin shouted from where she was sitting across from him, one arm around Nancy, the other holding a glass of eggnog. 

Steve rolled his eyes and flipped her the bird quickly, tearing open the paper and sliding the top of the cardboard open. 

“It’s…another box?” Steve questioned, pulling the second present out and giving Eddie a confused look. This one was about half the size of the first one, which meant it was still enormous, but much more manageable. Eddie hummed and gave Steve a far too innocent look, sitting down next to him and nudging the first gift away from them with his foot. 

The second box was wrapped in ruby red paper, an emerald ribbon finishing in a gorgeous bow at the top. Steve tore it open. 

There was another present inside. 

“Eddie,” Steve snapped, giving him a look. He held up the bright yellow box, and the room began to twitter with snorts and laughter. 

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You’re just gonna have to keep going,” Eddie said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. 

Steve briefly glared at all of them, which only prompted everyone to laugh more, unwrapping the paper with a sigh. 

“I’m gonna kill you,” He declared as he revealed yet another box. 

Everyone else giggled. Jonathan snapped a picture of Steve’s unimpressed look, and Wayne sighed, shaking his head. Steve looked down at the mountain of boxes around him and gestured to them, his face screwing up into a scowl. He had just gotten the house clean from the morning’s present explosion, and now it was messy again. 

“Wait till after you finish. It’ll be worth it” His boyfriend promised. 

Joyce reached over and began to help, quickly forming a little assembly line. She passed the empty ones to Hopper, who passed them to El, who passed them to Lucas, who skipped over Max and Will to toss them to Dustin. 

Argyle grabbed the ribbons from the pile next to Dustin, winding them one by one around his wrist. Steve wasn’t sure how that was helping, but he appreciated the effort, silently thanking  Joyce and opening the next box. 

Wow. 

A complete shock.

Another box. 

On and on it went. There were six more presents, and the mountain of empty boxes and wrapping paper was almost as big as Dustin now. 

“Is this the last one?” Steve practically begged, holding up a very small box. This one was not wrapped like the others. The top and bottom were held together with one simple black bow, “Please tell me this is the last one,” 

“I don’t know? Is it?” Eddie asked, shrugging. He wasn’t quite as boisterous as before, and normally Steve would worry about what was upsetting him, but right now he was too annoyed to be worried. 

It was just Eddie being Eddie, a silly little prank to make them all laugh. Normally he would smile and laugh too, but Steve was tired, more than a little confused, and everyone was looking at each other like they were already in on the joke. It was grating on his nerves. 

“You know what? At this point? It better be a fucking engagement ring, Munson,” Steve growled, skipping their assembly line and throwing the second to last box over to Dustin, who fumbled and dropped it.

Even now, at almost thirty years old, he was still a total klutz. 

Unlike before, there wasn’t a quick quip immediately launched his way. When Steve turned to look at Eddie, his boyfriend was twirling a lock of his hair between his fingers, chewing on it nervously and avoiding eye contact. 

Steve’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly realized that it was suddenly completely silent. He did a quick glance around the room, starting to feel slightly faint. Everyone’s eyes were on him except Eddie’s, Jonathan was holding his camcorder up, the little red light already blinking to show it was recording, and Robin looked slightly teary eyed. 

No way. 

No fucking way. 

Steve had said it as a joke. There was no way. None. No chance. 

The present was the keys to a new car. Eddie had been hinting at wanting to get him one, hadn’t he? It was tickets to some magical trip to Europe, like the one they had taken for his thirtieth birthday. 

It couldn’t be that. It just couldn’t. Steve couldn’t let his hopes get up that way. That kind of disappointment would crush him. 

It was too late. His hopes were already through the roof. 

Steve took a steadying breath that did absolutely nothing to make him actually feel steady, slipping off the ribbon and lifting the lid off of the box. 

Inside, sitting nestled in a bed of white tissue paper, was a tiny square package wrapped in gleaming silver paper. Steve stared down at it with wide eyes, willing himself to say something, anything. 

Even if he could open his mouth, he knew no words would be coming. 

“Maybe I should open this one?” Eddie murmured, and this time when Steve looked up, they locked eyes. 

There they were. Bambi eyes. Big sweet doe eyes that he loved more than life itself. 

Big sweet doe eyes with a slim crooked nose, a nervous soft smile, and pretty long curls that framed an absolutely perfect jawline. Steve loved everything about Eddie’s face, but his eyes were on another level. They were so expressive, so open. There was nothing hidden when you really knew him, because Eddie gave everything away with his eyes. 

And when Steve looked at him now…he knew. 

Eddie was scared, but he wasn’t backing down. Fear was there, but determination too, and enough love to fill an ocean. 

This was actually happening. 

Steve just barely nodded. He handed the present over silently, still unable to speak, worrying his lip between his teeth and forcing himself to continue to breathe. He blinked rapidly, his heart hammering in his chest as Eddie stood for a brief second only to kneel down on one knee right in front of him. 

With precise slow movements the love of his life unwrapped the paper, being careful to not tear a single corner. When it was free, Eddie opened the black velvet box, a simple gold band sitting innocently on a pillow inside. 

“Steve-”

“Yes,” Steve said in a rush, choking on a laugh that was partially a sob. He leaned forward and kissed Eddie, pulling back just enough so he could whisper the word yes over and over against his fiance’s lips. 

His fiance. His fiance. 

He could hear their family starting to scream and shout around them, but Steve couldn’t pay attention. His entire soul was focused on the man in front of him. 

“I had a big speech planned you know,” Eddie teased, his beaming smile practically splitting his face in half. He stood up and held a hand out to Steve to help him up, grabbing the ring and carefully sliding it onto his finger while the rest continued to screech. 

“You made me wait long enough,” Steve replied, hugging Eddie close and tucking his face into his fiance’s shoulder. 

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Six: Road to Wasabi

Summary: Jack doesn't have a present for Rudy's birthday, so he lies and says Bobby Wasabi is coming to visit. Rudy insults Bobby, which gets him fired. Now the kids have to break and enter to get Rudy's job back. Throw in some ninjas and good-old fashion movie plot.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, cursing

Masterlist ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Seven

Y/N felt like pulling out their hair. Everything had to be perfect, they had spent months planning this for Rudy. From decorations and food, to the guest list. This surprise party had to be perfect.

It already wasn't going well. The balloons were the wrong color, Jerry had picked up the wrong chips, and Jack was nowhere to be found.

Kim insisted Y/N go into the locker room to cool down. Because they were just running themself up the wall worrying like they were. After about ten minutes Kim sent Jerry to keep Y/N company since he was getting on her nerves.

Nearly an hour and half after he was supposed to be there, Jack finally strolled in.

"You're late," Kim grumbled

Jack quirked a brow, "For what?"

"Rudy's surprise birthday party, remember?" Eddie asked, "Y/N's been planning it forever. They've been freaking out since we got here."

"I thought Rudy knew about it?" Jack asked

"He does," Eddie confirmed, "He went over the details with Y/N two weeks ago when he found out."

"Shh, he's coming!" Rudy's own voice rang out

Rudy reached in and flicked out the lights. Before strolling and turning them on, as if he hadn't just turned them off.

"Surprise." The group said with no enthusiasm

Rudy placed a hand on his chest dramatically, "How did you know it was my birthday? Are you guys trying to kill me?"

He put on a cake hat.

"You better not have brought gifts!" He said, obviously expecting gifts, "But, if you did, now would be the time to load me up!"

Jack frantically chased after Milton, "Hey man, I don't have anything, can I get in on your gift?"

Milton shook his head, "Absolutely not! I put a lot of time, effort, and money into this thing!"

Milton handed the neatly wrapped gift to Rudy.

"This is from Jerry, Eddie, and Me." Milton told him

Rudy ripped it open, " Oh! Joke-a-day toilet paper! Get out! My cousin had this at his house. I literally laughed myself off the bowl! Thanks you guys!... Now, I don't want to turn this whole gift thing into a competition, but Kim, it's time to Top That Gift!"

Jack ran after her, "Kim, do you think I could get in on your--"

"Forget it, Jack," Kim cut him off, "I've got a winner right here. Just go ask your girlfriend."

Jack stood dumbfounded, fully realizing Y/N wasn't there for the first time.

"Unlike some people, I actually put a lot of thought into my gift. I hope you like it, Rudy." Kim said

Rudy ripped open the wrapping paper and gasped, "A signed picture of Bobby Wasabi? My hero, my idol, the man I patterned my life after? 'To whom it my concern, Bobby Wasabi'. That's me, I'm whom. I'm concerned! All right, Jack. Rock. My. World."

The group joined Rudy in crowding around Jack. Kim had a smug smirk on her face.

"Yeah, Jack,"Kim teased, "I'm sure Rudy saved the best for last."

Jack inhaled, trying to think quickly, "Well, you know, I was thinking... you know, everyone knows how much you love Bobby Wasabi. And I asked myself what could be better than a picture, right?"

"Only the man himself!" Rudy chimed, "Wait, wait, wait a minute. Are you saying what I think you're saying? You found a way to get Bobby Wasabi to come down here so I could meet him?"

"Yeah," Jack nodded hesitantly

Rudy bounced on his feet in excitement, "Wait, the founder of this dojo, an international movie star, someone who hasn't been seen in public in 20 years is coming to see me? I can't believe it!"

"None of us can believe it, Jack," Kim challenged

Milton spun around blindfolded with the piñata stick.

"Let's get this party started!" Milton cheered

His swings got out of control and he started moving sporadically around the dojo. Just as Y/N exited the locker room, now much calmer, and carrying a wrapped gift. Milton hit them with the stick and promptly tripped over them.

Once everyone had gotten Milton off of Y/N they each took their leave. Y/N was left alone with just Jack and Rudy. Y/N sat next to Rudy on the bench, handing him the wrapped box.

"What's this?" Rudy asked, genuinely surprised

"Your present,"Y/N explained," It's from Jack and I."

Jack's eyebrows shot up as Rudy looked between the two.

"Jack got me two gifts? That's so nice of him," Rudy said as he started to tear into the wrapping paper, "Seven tickets to the Light it Up Cinema?"

Y/N shrugged, "We rented out a theater for all day Saturday, we're having a Bobby Wasabi movie party!"

Rudy gave Y/N a quick hug before going and giving Jack one too.

"Best birthday, ever!" Rudy cheered as he went to his office

Jack looked at Y/N, "I didn't know you included me in your gift."

"Yeah, Kim said you'd forget so I just put your name on the card," They joked, "I didn't know you got him your own, I didn't mean to step on your toes there."

Jack shook his head, " I didn't. I panicked and told him Bobby Wasabi was coming to meet him."

"Jack, you didn't!" Y/N insisted

"I did!" He lamented

"Bobby Wasabi hasn't been seen in years, he'll never agree to come meet Rudy!"

Jack sighed, "I know!"

Y/N stood, "Let me brainstorm, we'll figure something out."

Y/N grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before leaving the dojo.

The next day at school Kim was still making fun of Jack for his lie.

"I cannot believe you told Rudy that Bobby Wasabi was coming." She teased

"I couldn't believe it either! Words just kept exploding out of me!" He replied, "It's like I had a case of liarrhea!"

"He's never gonna show, Jack." Kim continued, "And Rudy's gonna be crushed!"

"Bobby could show! I mean, my grandfather was his sensei! I found his number and left him a message. It was Y/N 's idea."

Kim frowned, "This could be bad. Remember how disappointed Rudy was when he lost the Name-the-Baby-Panda contest at the zoo?"

Jack shook his head at the memory, "Oh, I know. He put on his crying boots. I know what I said was wrong. But, I mean, who's crazy enough to believe that Bobby Wasabi is actually coming to our dojo?"

Of course, as he said it Jerry, Milton, and Eddie came running down the stairs.

"I can't believe Bobby Wasabi is actually coming to our dojo!" Jerry hollered

Y/N trailed down behind them, an amused smirk on their face.

Jerry hopped down the last couple steps, "Look, Jack! Bro, since Bobby's coming for Rudy's birthday, we've decided to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"We spent the whole night in Jerry's garage writing his comeback movie!" Eddie proudly showed off the script they had written

Jack glanced at Y/N, seeing the dark circle beneath their eyes. Of course Jerry had talked Y/N into helping them. Y/N gave Jack a tired smile and a small wave.

Kim took Jack by the shoulder and walked him a few paces away from the group.

"Wow, you hear all that, Jack?" She asked, "Our friends spent all night in a garage writing a comeback movie for Bobby Wasabi."

"What's bad about that?" Jack replied, "What if they wrote a really great movie?"

Milton chuckled, "Oh, It's better than great! It's epic! Bobby Wasabi is the biggest martial arts action star in history."

"An absolute hero!" Y/N chimed in

"But now he'll battle with the most diabolical force he's ever faced!" Eddie continued

"It's half piranha, half octopus!" Milton built up

"It's PIRANHAPUS!" The boys cheered together

"Eight arms!" Jerry demonstrated

"Nine mouths!" He continued

The four gnawed at the air.

"And one bad attitude!"

Jerry, Eddie, Milton, and Y/N lined up in a clearly rehearsed version of their ideal of Piranhapus. Flailing their arms and gnashing their teeth. All while Kim and Jack stared on.

After school, Eddie, Milton, Jerry, and Y/N sat together staring at the waste of money before them.

"We paid your cousin 50 bucks to make a model of Piranhapus,"Eddie grumbled, "And this is what we get?"

The model was a basketball with hose arms. It looked like shit to be completely frank. Y/N put their head in their hands, a headache forming over the boys bickering.

"You should be happy he gave us a deal." Jerry insisted, "I mean he took our vision and brought it to life!"

Y/N shook their head, "My little brother could have made this, Jerry!"

"Isn't he 4?"

"Exactly!" They snapped back

Eddie placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, "Dude, we can't show this thing to Bobby Wasabi. It's a joke!"

"No, you know what's a joke?" Jerry snapped,"That tacky ending you wrote. Bro, you ruined our movie!"

"My ending is perfect!" Eddie defended, "No one could even see it coming!"

"Of course they can't see it coming!" Milton finally spoke, "How does a walrus operate a hang glider?"

"Guys, come on-" Y/N tried to intervene

"You know what? Well, here's what we think of your ending!" Jerry interrupted

He ripped out the last page of the script and ripped it into tiny pieces, throwing it across the table. It landed on Y/N's lap and a little bit in their hair. But, Y/N was more focused on the boys fighting in front of them.

Eddie stood, "That's it!"

Eddie lunged at Jerry and started smacking him. Milton jumped on Eddie's back and the three continued to fight as Y/N tried to pull them off of each other.

"Guys, stop it!" Y/N shouted, "Come on! This was supposed to be fun!"

Jack and Kim entered the food court and saw their friends fighting. Jack ran to them.

"Hey, guys, what are you doing?" He shouted, "Stop! Get away! Come on!"

He gently pulled Y/N back before roughly grabbing one of Eddie's shoulders as Kim grabbed the other. Once they were separated, Kim went to check on Y/N.

"What is going on?" Jack asked

"This Bobby Wasabi movie is tearing us apart!" Milton answered

Milton plopped down in a chair next to Y/N, allowing them to lay their head on his shoulder. Kim pushed Jack to the side.

"Jack this is crazy!" Kim whispered harshly, "Just tell them the truth.'

Jack sighed, "You're right."

He slowly approached his friends.

"Guys, you remember how I said that Bobby Wasabi was coming to our dojo?" Jack began

"Yeah," They answered in unison

"Well," Jack continued, "The truth is...-"

Before Jack could finish a man walked by and took one of Jerry;s falafels. Jerry stood angrily, pointing his fork.

"Hey, beef meats!" Jerry called, " Who do you think you are?"

The man turned around, flicking his hair out of his face. Y/N was on their feet in a second.

"Holy mackerel," Y/N whispered, "That's-"

"I am," The man said, throwing the falafel onto Jerry's fork," Bobby Wasabi."

Bobby turned and entered the dojo.

"Woah," The all awed

Y/N was quick to run inside after him. Y/N watched as Rudy left his office. Rudy looked in confusion at Bobby staring at their trophies.

"Uh, sorry ma'am, we're closed." Rudy said politely beginning to approach, "If you're looking for the Large and Loving It Dress shop, it's on the other side of the mall!"

Bobby turned to Rudy, "What was that?"

Finally, Jack and the rest of them sprinted inside.

"Rudy! Rudy!" Jack shouted, "Your birthday presents' here!"

Jack pointed at Bobby.

"It's Bobby Wasabi!"

"Yeah!" Jerry corroborated

"You wanna know why he's here?" Jack gloated, " Because when I say I can deliver, what happens? Oh, that's right, I deliver!"

Y/N chuckled anxiously at Jack's display.

Rudy laughed, "That's a great joke! You hire some big betty to squeeze into a dress and then wobble in here saying he's Bobby Wasabi! It's hilarious!"

Y/N sucked in a gasp, "No, Rudy, really-"

Bobby cut them off, "You don't think that I am Bobby Wasabi?"

He stood beside a cardboard cutout of himself. In all fairness to Rudy he did look quite different. Rudy gave him an unimpressed look.

"No ma'am or sir, I do not." Rudy agreed

Y/N barked out a chuckle. Bobby Wasabi and Jack shot them a look.

Bobby approached Rudy, "That is it!"

He began screeching and attacked Rudy. Rudy easily beat him, flipping him like it was nothing onto the mat.

The whole group was cringing. Y/N warily approached Bobby, offering him a hand up as Kim and Milton ran to do the same. Jack ran to Rudy.

"Rudy, this is no joke!" He insisted, "That really is Bobby Wasabi!"

Rudy finally seemed to believe Jack.

"Oh," He exhaled, stood next to Bobby, "Oh. OH!"

"Oh, Bobby, I'm sorry Mr.Wasabi!" Jack said as the group moved to help Y/N, Kim, and Milton in their effort to get him up

"Mr.Wasabi, I'm so sorry fro the misunderstanding." Rudy apologized, "Um, welcome to my dojo!"

Y/N could practically see the steam coming out of Bobby's ears with how angry he was.

"This is not your dojo," Bobby huffed, "This is my dojo, and you are fired!"

Bobby flipped his hair as he left the dojo. No one knew what to say, so they also left.

Y/N stayed back with Rudy, who was absolutely distraught.

"Everything will be okay, Rudy!" Y/N insisted, "I'm going to figure out how to let you keep your job

Rudy shook his head, "Go home, Y/N."

Y/N pulled him into a hug.

"I'm not giving up on you, Rudy," They told him, "Please don't give up on me."

Rudy gave a weak nod, and Y/N left him to his business.

The next day at school, Kim was still going after Jack for everything. They were all walking together, save for Y/N.

"Nice birthday present, Jack!" Kim exclaimed, "You got Rudy fired. Maybe next year you can give him a balloon and push him down the stairs!"

The five sat down near Jerry's locker, at the foot of the stairs.

"The worst part is, the Bobby Wasabi comeback movie is dead!" Milton complained, "Say goodbye to my Hollywood dream."

Y/N came down the stairs.

"What's Rudy gonna do without a job?" Kim asked

"He'll be fine! Guys like Rudy land on their feet!" Jack replied, " I wouldn't be surprised if he's already found a better job!"

"Not exactly better," Y/N cut in, "But, it's a job."

Jack quirked an eyebrow at them, "What do you mean?"

"Let me just show you guys."Y/N said as the final bell of the day rang

Y/N took the group to the mall, and into Reptile World of all places. As they walked in, Lonnie ran by wailing about a toothbrush. Y/N nodded toward Rudy in his new uniform.

"Hey guys!" Rudy greeted, "What are you guys doing here?"

Rudy's smile didn't quite meet his eyes.

"You know, we just came by to see how you're doing," Jack answered

Rudy waved him off, "Yeah, don't worry about me! I'm doing swell--swell, I tell you."

Rudy began to tear up, and Y/N stepped forward to gently pat his back. Then.Rudy ran off into the back room crying.Y/N watched a wave of guilt fall over Jack.

"Guys this is my fault." Jack admitted, "Rudy's a third degree black belt, and now he's scrubbing turtle butt!"

Jack paused to think. Y/N looked him in the eye, a glint of mischief in them.

"Bobby Wasabi took away his job, and Bobby Wasabi is gonna give it back." Y/N plotted

Jack gave them a high five.

That night they found Bobby Wasabi's mansion. They stood outside the gate as Eddie repeatedly pressed the buzzer.

"He's not answering!" Eddie complained, "How do we know he's even in there?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Well, someone just ordered a truckload of pastrami!"

They all backed away from the gate. Jack sighed.

"Guys, it took three busses to get here!" Jack said, "So we're just gonna have to break in!"

Y/N turned and saw Milton slip through the bars of the gate. He gestured for them to follow, they did with a bit more effort than he needed. but Y/N also got through.

"Not happening, man," Jerry said, as Y/N squeezed through, " Guys like Wasabi have million dollar security systems." Y/N pointed at a big red button for Milton to go press. When he did, the gate opened. The group entered while Jerry still meandered on about different security measures Wasabi would have.

Y/N grabbed Jerry by the collar and shoved him toward the front door with the others.

Once they got inside, the group stayed as quiet as they could. Peering around corners and trying to stay together. They came to a new hallway.

"Oh no," Kim warned, "That's not good."

She pointed to a "Ninja Xing" sign on the wall. Jerry scoffed.

"Oh come on, it's just one of those gag signs you buy at the car wash!" He insisted

As he finished his sentence four ninja's landed on the ground in front of the group.

"Oh, really, Jerry?" Y/N teased

"Jerry, I don't think it's a gag,"Milton whimpered, "NINJAS!"

The group all ran screaming, splitting up. Jack and Kim ran in one direction, Eddie and Milton in another, and Y/N and Jerry in the third.

Jerry and Y/N got to a dead end and started trying door handles. As they did one of the ninjas came up on them. Jerry paused as Y/N took a swing at the ninja.

"So, what's going on with you and Jack?" Jerry asked as he landed a kick

Y/N whipped their head to him, "What are you talking about?"

Y/N slung the Ninja over their shoulder and to the floor.

"You two are being weird around each other since Truman messed with us." Jerry replied

"We got into a fight," Y/N huffed, standing off of the unconscious ninja, " And I yelled at him that I have a crush on him. But, we're good now, we're ignoring it."

Jerry laughed, "No you're not."

"He is."

Before Jerry could reply, the ninja stood and struck Y/N on the back of the neck. Knocking them out. Jerry held his hands up in surrender.

The ninja picked up Y/N and carried them over his shoulder as they guided Jerry by the back of his neck. They were brought straight to Bobby Wasabi. Y/N was dumped unceremoniously on the ground in front of Milton and Eddy who had evidently also been caught.

"Show some respect!" Milton complained as Y/N hit the floor

"What did he do to them!" Eddie yelled

Bobby waved his hand to silence them, "You lot are in so much trouble. You broke into my house, which means when I call the police you are going to jail. Including Sleeping Beauty there."

They stood dumbfounded.

"Sausage me!" Bobby ordered

One of his ninjas threw two hot dogs into buns another ninja was holding, which were then handed to Bobby Wasabi.

"That's the most incredible thing I've ever seen!" Eddie said in awe, "Sausage me!"

The ninja moved to throw sausages to Eddie.

"Don't you dare sausage him, Evan!" Bobby interrupted, "Take them away! Leave the unconscious one."

Milton yelled, "Fine! Take us away! But when we leave, your big comeback movie leaves with us!"

"How's that now? What?" Bobby stood, "What?"

The ninjas let go. Jerry hautily approached.

"It just so happens we wrote the greatest movie of your career,"Jerry boasted

"A little something called Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus!" Eddie continued

Milton got next to Bobby, "It's half piranha, half octopus!"

"So it's a little piranha with eight tentacles?" Bobby asked

Jerry jumped up on Bobby's other side, "Try a giant octopus with vicious piranha teeth at the end of each tentacle!"

Bobby chuckled, "Ohhhh! I want to fight that thing so bad! I can almost taste it!"

Bobby paused.

"No, that's a little sausage juice left in my mustache."

The boys proceeded to explain the plot to Bobby Wasabi, who listened adamantly. Milton and Eddie sat next to Bobby on the right, while Jerry sat on his left with the still unconscious Y/N in his lap.

"The End." Milton finished

Bobby broke into tears, " That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!"

The alarm started blaring and Bobby was immediately on his feet. Jerry scooted away, holding Y/N closer.

"Either security's been breached or my pot pie's ready!" Bobby announced

The doors burst open, revealing Jack and Kim still being pursued by three ninjas. Jack faltered seeing Y/N unconscious.

"Hey, Bobby, I've been looking for you!" Jack announced

"Get them!" Bobby ordered

The rest of his ninjas went after Jack and Kim. Milton and Eddie helped Jerry move Y/N off to the side, out of danger. Y/N gently stirred to life just in time to see Jack tap Kim's hip for her to jump on him and kick three ninjas away.

Jerry pushed some hair out of Y/N's face.

"You're okay," He whispered

Y/N nodded and fell back asleep.

Kim and Jack made quick work of the ninjas. Leaving Bobby positively impressed.

The ninjas got up and moved to restrain Jack and Kim. Bobby stood.

"Hang on a second!"Bobby shouted, "That was the perfect Flying Dragon kick."

Jack stood proudly, "My grandfather taught it to me."

"Well, I can't think that your grandfather would approve of you breaking into my house." Bobby said

"No," Jack agreed, "But, he would approve of me standing up for my sensei."

"Your sensei called me a man lady." Bobby pointed out

"It was an honest mistake!" Jack countered, " You've got a ponytail and that thing you're wearing kind of looks like a dress."

"It's a kaftan! It's breathable, wrinkled-free, and great for those on-the-go days!"

"Mr.Wasabi," Jack replied," what was the one thing that all of your movies had?"

"Hot chicks, explosions, and a sassy orangutan sidekick." He answered with no hesitation

"Everyone loved Dr.Bananas!" Jack agreed

Everyone in the room agreed.

"But your movies also had you!" Jack continued, " A man that lived by the Wasabi code. That's the code Sensei Rudy still lives by."

Jack looked to his friends who joined him in the Wasabi code.

"We swear by the light of the dragon's eye," They all said

Bobby looked at them and finished the saying, "To be loyal, honest, and never say die."

"Wasabi." They all finished

"Bobby look, Rudy's far from perfect. But he's more than just a great sensei. He's our friend." Jack insisted, " Do the right thing. Give him his job back."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and Jerry gently helped them to their feet. As Bobby contemplated his options, disco music filled the air and a random man came in dancing dressed from the 70's. He grabbed a plunger and danced his way out.

"I hit my head harder than I thought," Y/N said

"Okay, who was that guy?" Kim asked

Bobby shrugged, " I have no idea. I'm just glad that you could see him too."

The group left, Bobby promised to meet them at the mall the next day to give Rudy his job back. Jerry kept his arm around Y/N to keep them steady.

At the mall they waited for their parents to pick them up. Jack checked over Y/N as soon as he could.

"Are you okay?" He asked

Y/N nodded, "Just a headache now."

"I was really worried about you."

"I'm okay, I promise."

Their voices weren't above a whisper. They looked into each others eyes. Jack started to lean in when a car horn honked. It was his mom. He turned around quickly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He promised

Y/N nodded and left on their walk back home.

The next day Y/N pointed Bobby toward Reptile World. The group stayed outside waiting anxiously to see Rudy. After a few minutes, Bobby came out carrying Rudy like a bride. Eddie stood and started clapping prompting the rest of the food court to join in. Y/N went to the doors of the dojo and held it open for Rudy. As he entered the dojo Rudy pulled them into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks for everything," Rudy gratified

Friday after school they started filming Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus.

"Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus take one!" Jack announced clapping the slate'

Lonnie ran out of his shop yelling, "Help me! It's horrible!" A giant tentacle came out of the shop door ad wrapped around him, pulling him inside.

Bobby turned to the camera and recited his line,

"CUT!" Milton shouted

Milton approached Bobby.

"Bobby, baby, bubby!" Milton coaxed, " You're killing me! Where's the energy?"

Bobby nodded, "You're right, I phoned that one in!" Milton turned to Eddie on boom.

"Eddie, go in there and tell Jerry and Y/N to take it easy with that giant tentacle, they're going way too big!" Eddie nodded.

Jerry and Y/N jogged up bickering.

"It's totally your fault!" Y/N blamed

"Hush!" Jerry demanded, "Hey, guys, sorry we're late! They wouldn't let us on the bus with this thing!"

"They let us on the bus, but kicked us off when he smacked the driver with it!" Y/N clarified

"Wait a minute," Eddie said, " If you're here with this, then what was--"

As they looked at Reptile World, Lonnie slammed against the window covered in goop. They all quickly packed their things and ran.

Y/N ran into the dojo with Jack close behind. They looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles.

[floral-moon-light]

Lore update for Philza on the QSMP! If you haven't seen the Friday the 13th of October stream or vod and/or the Monday the 16th stream or god go watch before returning!

Okay, so Friday the 13th did not really have much of anything lore-wise to talk about. So, to explain what happened that day, the start of the stream was mostly Phil, Fit, and Tubbo talking about a previous day's lore since Fit and Tubbo haven't gotten to hear what happened and Phil taking the two to the places he got his pictures of Tallulah and Chayanne. After which, shenanigans mostly happened involving a museum visit, spawning of seven deadly sins mobs, and talk about Tubbo either getting murdered or kidnapped (and other random stuff).

Once the group minus Tubbo gets back to Phil's house they mostly talked about the eggs and did some decoration of the outside of Tallulah's seed bank with Fit hyping Phil up. Eventually Jaiden comes over and joins in watching Phil work while revealing Jaiden has wings now, or that she always had wings but is now feeling confident enough to show them. At one point Cucurucho comes over and presents Jaiden with her reward for the task she did.

At some point the two leave and Phil decided to got exploring for dungeons, but gets distracted trying to capture a sunbird he spotted. At some point during the chase Cucurucho stops by Phil and gives him a task to go concur some dungeons for a reward (forget what, all I know is it wasn't anything important and the only thing I do remember about the reward was duckcoins). After which Phil goes back on the sunbird hunt for 1 and a half hours, eventually capturing a Sunbird (the admins had to give it to him because the one he caught with a lasso glitched off the lasso, but the admins agreed Phil caught it). This lead to Phil going back to his dungeon hunt, completing a few dungeons, and heading home to get Cucurucho to give him his reward, mentioning during this that he would really like his wings back as the reward but he only got laughed at. After which Phil checked his egg connection chest to find nothing new before heading off to sleep at uppies.

This is a bit of a side note, but I want to talk about what could have happened to Phil's wings since this was discussed on the 13th due to Jaiden having her's out. To anyone who understands birds or avians, there are three possibilities of what could have happened. First, Wing binding, where something is used to bind the avian's wings to their body, preventing them from being used. This is the least likely option because Phil mentions wanting his wings fixed and having a balancing issue. So, something has to be wrong with his wings. Option 2, his wings were clipped, where the avian or bird's flight feathers are cut/clipped, preventing the bird or avian from being able to fly. It is a more likely option because it does mean something has happened to his wings themselves to prevent him from flying with them, but it is something fixable. Option 3: Phil's wings were permanently damaged, and he can't fly because of this. This option is the most extreme and would explain the balance issue best. However, the only way this would be true is if the Dream SMP is canon on the QSMP and the damage from Phil saving Wilbur carried over between servers. I suspect this is not the case, though, since generally, it is considered that damage like that does not carry over between servers (otherwise, Big Q would still have his Toothpick scar). Besides a few nods between characters, there is no indication that the Dream SMP is cannon to the QSMP.

Now, on to the 16th.

The day started out simple; everyone was getting on because an event was happening. And that day, Wilbur finally returned to the server after completing his months-long tour. However everyone was doing their best to not release what happened to the eggs to the man, including Phil, to give Will at least a little time of being happy. And so everyone met Wilbur, and there were apologies to Phil about the Hatuna Miku joke. Leading into everyone gathering at the spawn for the event.

Said event was a spy mission on a federation meeting inside the maze. So the server had to go through the poorly lit-up maze, and by the gods, chaos occurred! So many people got lost in the place, and during this time, Phil finally revealed to Wilbur that all the eggs were missing. This led Wil to leave the event because he was frustrated by the seeming lack of worry or work to find the eggs. Phil, though, continued with the event, letting Wilbur have time to understand the extent of how bad things are. And so the group entered the feneration meeting, with Tubbo's laptop completly crashing some time during this so poor man had to be told what happened the next day, where we learned 3 things.

1. The federation has no clue whatsoever happened to the eggs and are investigating the situation themselves to try and find the eggs. (as for why my best guess is to try and return order to the island because the residents without the eggs are... Dangerous.)

2. The federation did send Forever into the nether to investigate the eggs disappearance only for them to lose contact with him. But, they will be continuing their investigation by sending someone else in to continue where Forever left off and figure out what happened.

And last but not least 3. The federation released the minnyme mod, a mod that basically puts level-able Pikmin that look like their controller into the game (yes, that is my best way of describing them).

Side note, these tiny creatures are not meant to be a replacement for the eggs. And it looked like originally these creatures were meant to be given to the federation workers possibly to either help keep them safe or to increase their worker count.

Soon after the server members were found out and worked to escape, in the process they managed to steal the items needed to spawn the minnymes for themselves. After which the group escaped and the federation had to pull a coverup to make it seem like the island members were meant to gain the minnymes.

After this Phil meets up will Wilbur again who had finally realised the full extent of what was going on with the eggs and allowed Phil to fully explain the situation and everything they had discovered so far, as well as Phil explaining how he had gotten in contact with Cheyanne. In addition to this the two had found a water frame playing a specific song that Wilbur had used to find Tallulah after she got separated from him on their first day together. He then went on to copy the song down into a notebook to try and get a message to Tallulah.

Towards the end of this, Slime came and visited, and Phil revealed about the code(?) egg that Smile was hanging with, with Phil and Will following Slime so the man could reveal what happened. During this, I will state I had trouble keeping it together and watching the stream/vod due to the multiple minutes long s*x innuendo between Wilbur and Slime that even Phil was having trouble keeping it together for! This then led into an attempt at a comedy show between Slime, Will and Baghera involving the goldfish joke.

After this Phil and Wilbur went back to Will's house where they were joined by Cellbit for a bit as Will set up his message box to Tallulah before the musician asked for some time alone. After Phil and Celbit left they talked about what has been going on with the eggs and the pair decided to mostly not use the minnymes.

After this the pair met up with the others at the spawn where Phil had an out of character chat with Quackity that led to Phil having to put big Q's minnyme into a glass box because Q's stream or computer seemingly crashed.

After that Phil set off to go to bed for the night.

I hope this catches everyone up for when Phil returns after his vacation with his goddess Wife.

Have fun!

[wolferess]

12th Dec - 🅳ecorating 🆆ith 🆃he 🅱︎oys

Multi!BNHA X Reader

Izuku Midoriya

“Izuku can you hang this on the tree”

You handed him another ornament to go on the tree, music playing softly in the background since it is tradition to listen to Christmas songs to feel the holiday cheer as you decorated around the house..

Humming to a Mariah Carey song as you decorated the reets that hung on the walls by the living room entrance. Izuku secretly comes up behind you and slides his scarred arms around your waist as he sways you both to the song ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’.

Resting your head on his shoulder, smiling at his sweet gesture.

Katsuki Bakugou

“Ugh just five more minutes Katsuki”

“No get up”

He has you two cleaning for half the day since seven in the morning without a single break, it was his idea to clean down the whole house. Your back aches for a break, your legs are like jelly, arms are like noodles. You weren’t accustomed to cleaning the house for such a long period.

Moving one item to another and then placing it back into place, “Come on Katsuki, if you really love me we’ll take another five minutes” putting him in a tight spot he glared before giving in shouting a ‘fine’ before stomping off to the kitchen and grabbing you both a glass of water before sitting next to you on the couch.

“Here, take it,'' he handed shoved the cup to your face replying “Thank you love” and gulping the water as if you hadn’t drunk in days. Removing the lip of the cup from your mouth saying ‘Aaah” in a satisfied tone and resting your head on his lap unexpectedly caused him to jump but relaxed once he saw what you were doing.

Massaging his hand into your scalp as his other hand works on his phone not stopping, his action causes you to fall asleep unto his lap unaware of him. “Hey dumba-!” seeing you peacefully sleep in his lap. His lips couldn't help but curve by how cute you look, snapping a picture to put on his lock screen.

It wouldn’t kill him if he stayed in this position right?

He’ll clean the rest tomorrow.

Shoto Todoroki

A knock was heard at the front door, who could that be? They weren't expecting any guests today, a female voice shouted "I'll get it!" Flattening out her clothes before opening the door she was greeted with a familiar face. "Y/N!!" She rushed into your arms knocking the wind out your lungs, you returned the embrace. Shoto head perked up when he heard your name, why were you here? Were you both supposed to go on a date today? Wasn't That next week? Did you shift the date up?.

It took you to reach his peripheral vision for him to snap out of his head. "Hey babe" walked up to him and planted a kiss inside his burned eye, a way of showing him he doesn't need to be insecure about it as well as saying hi to Natsu with a suck a bag between his lips who only salute in acknowledgement of your presence before planted your bum next to his cushion, between Natsu and Shoto while Fuyumi came out of the kitchen with some treats and drink and set it at the coffee table. " So what brings you here, today Y/n?" She questioned with a gentle smile, "oh well I wanted to check up on you guys, it has been a while" you said sheepishly causing her to snicker.

"I also wanted to discuss if you don't mind me spending the holidays with you", you were nervous to ask since it's kind of a big deal but the reaction you got was quite unexpected  "Oh yes! We'll be delighted to have you here with us, after all you are his first girlfriend" Fuyumi sent a wink your way and you couldn't help but smile being accepted like family despite not being blood related.

Setting up for tomorrow to get living with the decorating the day came, knocking on their door to see a happy Fuyumi hugging you and taking some stuff from your hands to carry indoors and setting them on the floor. You went up to Shoto to hug and kiss him before going back to.your original place, looking to see if any other siblings were coming as well, Natsu came surprisingly as well as Dabi.Sending a smile there way before the second oldest speak, “Alright let's get this christmas under control also I want to thank this lovely lady for taking her time to come an do this with us as well as this will be our first christmas with ALL the family members” she exaggerated on the ‘all’, discussing who dust, who sweeps, who mops and who helps with the decorations.

Sweeps - Shoto, Enji (The rooms are pretty big)

Dust - Dabi

Mop - Natsu

Decorations - - Fuyumi, Y/n

Doing what they were assigned to do, there were a few hiccups but it was done. The theme was blue and white and slight red to represent the family colors, Dabi and Natsu helped decorate high places with garlands, lights and ornament decorating with of course instructions from you and Fuyumi, tying streamers that starts from the garlands that stretch towards the big chandelier in the middle of the living room and we can’t forget the Christmas tree that was in the corner of the living room.. Within five plus hours you guys were done, falling down on and around the couch you all rested while looking at the finished product and it was beautiful.

The blue and white lights that surrounded the room giving it an almost snowfall effect, wreaths that were decorated so lovely, silver glitter poinsettias as well as the different shades blue that decorated every greenery around the room including the tree, ornaments such as santa, snowman, reindeers, angels and candles which were carefully place on the tree so it won’t catch on fire and using dabis’ quirk for the blue flames, it was risky but it was worth it. Today was a success and you couldn’t wait to do the outside of the house, just not today. You're all exhausted but it was really fun and they all can agree just not out loud.

Eijirou Kirishima / Denki Kaminari

Well lets just say with the amount of goofing around you guys barely got work done well you guys did get work done, it just took very, very very long. When you were cleaning the walls he began to wet you with the second cloth, looking at him in shock you took your own and began to whip him with it and that on for a bit befores stopping getting it done correctly. Decorating was no different, after getting him to put up the garlands in places you want it to be he decided to take his time to hand you the ornaments and lights causing you to squint your eyes at him while he just smile at you plopping the decor in your palms before repeating his actions over and over. Swing at him when he arrived and telling him to ‘hurry it up’, the both of you just laughed and continued on with your day decorating.

By the time you guys were done it was seven in the night despite starting eight in the bloody morning, resting on the couch you decided to take a break and continue another time “You little, look how long we took just to do one room” you folded your arms as you twist your body to face his and all you saw was a smug look with droopy eyes signaling how tired he was from putting on all that act. Deciding to watch some Netflix you both just knocked out on the couch, you guys are mostly likely to be sore from the horrible position you guys are in. 

Look out for the next later today.

Have a wonderful night/day

-🐾

[domesticmail]

on living together and decorating

under the cut because personal, also disorganized

so, i shared a room growing up. i absolutely detested this with all of my being, but it wasn't really my choice. my parents bought a house with five bedrooms: the master bedroom, two jack-and-jill rooms downstairs, and two bedrooms upstairs. of the two bedrooms upstairs one was almost the size of the master - the princess suite. we moved in when i was 11 (my sisters 8 and 6, respectively) and i realized very quickly that sharing a room was going to become a problem.

for one, my sisters were closer to each other in age, so they agreed about essentially everything. this meant i got completely pushed out of any say in how the room looked, because if i disagreed with them, it was still two to one. (and make no mistake, my parents would simply side with the majority.) so the walls were painted dark purple.

second, any decoration i wanted to ADD to the room had to be approved by both of them. this wasn't really a problem with my youngest sister, who had more important things to think about i assume, but my other sister was a bit more difficult. i remember distinctly the day i asked her (we were around 16 and 13 at this time) if i could hang a bi flag up above my bed. she was so offended - how DARE i want to be so loud about my sexuality? why do i have to be so open about it? (my parents backed her up and i was never allowed to have a pride flag.)

when i moved for college i was so fucking excited i could finally decorate my own space. and i did!! i adored my dorm and how comfortable it felt.

carrying on, i lived in a big bedroom in a farmhouse basically alone with two dogs and a cat for a month when i went NC with my parents after second semester. after that i moved in with my boyfriend, who lived in a room in a townhouse that was WAY too small for both of us (but it was the only place we could afford so we sucked it up). the landlord there was a piece of shit, so i craigslist hunted for a month before finding the strangest house available to rent. the posting looked like this:

2 bed 1 bath available for rent $1300 2 bed 1 bath available for rent off [redacted] road, no pictures posting for a friend. Call [landlord's name] XXXXXXXXXX DONT TEXT!!

so i called.

an old man answered the phone angrily. i explained that i'd seen his craigslist post about a house for rent and my partner and i were interested. he sounded very pleased and informed us we could head over whenever. he lives in the south half the year (meaning he's one of the old wealthy dickheads who has a fucking SUMMER HOUSE in the town i can barely afford to live in because of assholes like him) so alas he would not be able to meet us there, but we were welcome to go over and take a look around.

at this point my boyfriend, who had been silent up until now, said, "wait, what do you mean, go over?"

and the landlord so nicely replied, "the front door is unlocked."

we lived there for about seven months, until this may. it was FREEZING in the winter because mice living in the walls (i know.) had chewed through the electric heater in the living room (i know i know i know); i once went to grab olive oil to make eggs and it was all solidified in the bottle. my fucking olive oil FROZE. that's how cold it would get. all the while the house is on a well, and either a. the well water was contaminated or b. the water heater needed a new anode rod because the water constantly smelled like rotten eggs (but we refused to pay to fix that because....not our house). it was on an acre of land right off a main road in the mountains, meaning it snowed a holy fuck ton and i was unable to get to work several days last winter because the weather had literally snowed my car into the driveway. (unrelated, i also got my car stuck in a ditch about 200 feet up the road from the house during a snowstorm once. that road is so awful that in the winter months if you hear sirens headed that direction you almost know it's because someone got in an accident.) several times i had to ask a neighbor to plow our driveway in exchange for cookies or shoveling snow off of his roof, so that we could get our cars out and go to work.

anyways we had to move again and now we're in the apartment i told you about originally. only a few of the places i just told you about had a formal lease agreement with us (i was stupid and 18 and had never handled literally anything in my life before. i have a lease now), so they never felt fully permanent. the walls stayed bare and my decorations and pictures and posters stayed packed up because it would just kill me to make somewhere my home and then take it all down when i have to leave.

but now we have a lease!! and so i can't be kicked out whenever! my safety and shelter is assured for at least another year! so i've started decorating. small pieces, mostly thrifted art or anything mason likes. he is very practical and utilitarian, i don't think he has any actual interest in decorating, but he'll give me his opinion when i ask.

really, though, i think he knows how much it means to me to be able to decorate some spaces however i like. our bedroom has my album covers all over the walls; the space above the couch has a beautiful print of some flowers, a painting of a horseshoe that says "HORSESHOE" on it, a picture of us (too small for the frame so the cardboard backing shows around the edges), and a couple other small paintings. one pretty impressionist painting on canvas of a couple walking under an umbrella. i didn't have to get up from my computer to name those; i just instinctively know, because i picked each piece out!! i decided each artwork had meaning to me, and now i get to display them on the wall, nobody's permission needed!!! that is EXHILIRATING for me!! it feels like i am putting my heart, my brain, my thoughts and feelings into my home and letting it really connect with me as a place of safety, comfort, and rest, not just the place i come to hang out, eat, and sleep.

props to having a supportive partner who lets me indulge in my hobbies and interests without making me feel like i'm "too much"

[livelaughwhump]

I‘m curious how Elliot and Lyra met? What’s their backstory? 👀

I'm so glad you asked!

I was just going to explain how they met, but I decided I wanted to write a little snippet of their meeting, so I hope you enjoy!

Elliot is seven in this and Lyra is eleven. I also realized I never stated it, but Lyra is 26 in the main story.

-

The front room of the children's home was bustling when Lyra entered. The chaos wasn't something that she was used to, being from a family of three.

Well...I guess now, it's a family of one

Lyra's eyes turned sullenly toward the ground as her social worker guided her further into the room. "It's okay, Lyra," her social worker--Bernadette--promised. "You're going to be safe and happy here, I promise."

Lyra wasn't convinced. She missed her parents and her quiet house. This place was loud and overwhelming.

I want to go home

Bernadette led Lyra up the stairs and down a long hallway until they reached a solid wooden door. "This is where you'll be staying, okay, sweetheart?"

Lyra's eyes widened. "By myself?" She exclaimed, a little bit of hope coming through her voice. Even after all of this, at least she would have a bit of privacy. That's the least she could ask for.

But all of that hope died when Bernadette started laughing. "Of course not, love. You'll be sharing this room with a little boy, about seven-years-old. His name is-"

"A boy?" Lyra exclaimed.

Bernadette nodded. "This is the only vacant room in the seven-to-eleven age group, I'm afraid. Don't worry, he's very sweet. Besides..." Bernadette rested her hand on the doorknob and began to push open the door. "It's recreation time so he'll be downstairs. You won't even have to meet him yet..."

When the door swung fully open, Lyra and Bernadette found a small room with two beds on either side of it. One half of the room was decorated in Pokémon and DragonBallZ posters, as well as various drawings and shockingly neat coloring pages.

Both beds were neatly made, but one of them was adorned with a comforter featuring many different species of dinosaurs.

The floor between the beds was littered with crayons, coloring books, and various original drawings. In the midst of the mess on the floor sat a small boy that didn't look much older than five. He was coloring a picture that Lyra couldn't make out and he was so incredibly focused that he didn't look up until Bernadette shouted, "Elliot!"

The boy started and looked up from his masterpiece.

"You should be in the rec room with everyone else. What are you still doing in here?"

The boy--Elliot--shrugged. "I don't like everyone else."

Lyra suppressed a laugh as Bernadette rolled her eyes. "Then, I suppose, now is as good a time as ever to introduce you two. Lyra, this is Elliot Córdova. Elliot, this is Lyra Beckett. She's going to be your new roommate."

Elliot dropped the crayon he was holding and stared up at Bernadette, slack-jawed. "You said I wasn't going to get another roommate!"

"Yes, well, Lyra's situation was sudden, and this was the only semi-vacant room."

Elliot pouted. "Whatever," he mumbled.

Bernadette turned her attention onto Lyra and smiled. "Go ahead, sweetie. Make yourself at home."

Lyra reluctantly entered the room, listening to the sound of the door closing as she approached her bed. Elliot didn't acknowledge her as she began to unpack her small suitcase. It wasn't until she was nearly done that he finally spoke up.

"This isn't going to last long, you know," he said, without looking up from his picture.

Lyra turned to face him. "What do you mean?" Lyra couldn't help but fixate on how small he was. Bernadette had said he was seven? He was far too small for his age. She wondered if they fed him at all.

Elliot met her gaze. "In a few months, you're going to be adopted into a nice family and I'm going to be alone again. So, don't get used to this."

Lyra shook her head and sat beside him. She brushed away the crayons and books surrounding him so she could sit. "You don't know that."

Elliot rolled his eyes and looked at his coloring book again. "You're not my first roommate," he muttered. "I think-I think I've had eight, counting you. I'm not sure. I've lost count." He continued coloring in the dragon on the page. "Anyway, they were all adopted. That's why I know you will be too."

Lyra pursed her lips. "Elliot, right?" Elliot nodded. "Well, Elliot, just because I might get adopted doesn't mean we can't be friends."

Elliot hummed in acknowledgement. "What's the point? When you get adopted, I'll never see you again, so it doesn't matter."

Lyra furrowed her brows. "Well, aren't you just a little ray of sunshine."

Elliot cringed. "Please, don't call me that ever again."

Lyra giggled, and she could've sworn she saw a hint of a smile cross his face. Lyra clapped her hands together and said, "Well, if we're going to be living together, we might as well try to be friends, right?" Lyra held out a hand to him. "I'm Lyra."

Elliot hesitated, staring at her outstretched hand for far too long before he finally shook it. "Fine," he said. Lyra grinned triumphantly. "But I'm telling you, you're going to be gone by the end of summer."

Lyra shrugged. "Good luck getting rid of me, sunshine. I have a feeling you and I are going to be together for a long time."

-

Yup, Elliot has always been an angsty little man.

Anyway, to add a little more context for their backstory, Elliot was abandoned as a baby and lived in the children's home. He went from foster family to foster family, but nothing ever stuck.

Lyra's parents died in a car crash when she was eleven, so she was sent to the children's home as well and ended up rooming with Elliot. Neither was ever adopted.

So, yeah, that's basically how they met!

I hope you guys enjoyed! And if anyone else has any other requests, please feel free to send them to me!

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[haberdashing]

The Attic

TMA statement fic. Statement of Michele Johnson regarding the attic of her childhood home.

on AO3

My house has never had an attic.

I have the original blueprints to prove it now, a diagram from when some uninspired architect planned the place out back in the 70s, but truth be told, I knew it well enough before I ever lay eyes on those. There are only four models of house in my subdivision, after all--classic suburbia, right?--and I'm close enough with the neighbors that I've been in a few other houses in the same model, without spying even a hint of an attic there. It's a weird feeling, honestly, being in a house that would be identical to your own if not for the furnishings and the wallpaper and the occasional addition.

Plus, my parents are kind of neat freaks... well, my dad is, anyway. Maybe it's his asthma, but he's always been really big on keeping the place clean, making sure dust doesn't build up, all that good stuff. So if we did have an attic, we definitely would have cleaned it at least once in the over three decades that I've lived here.

...right, to clarify: I've lived in the same house all my life. Nice enough house in a nice enough suburb. Three bedrooms, two and a half baths, decent schools, you can walk to a McDonald's and a WalMart without breaking a sweat. I know that place like the back of my hand at this point. Hell, I could probably draw a detailed blueprint like this one for the other three models in our subdivision, too; this has been my neighborhood since I was a little girl, and most of my neighbors are also my dear friends at this point.

But it's one thing to know, abstractly, logically, that the house can't have an attic, and another thing entirely to hold the blueprints for your own, clearly attic-less house in your hands.

Because here's the thing: one of my clearest childhood memories revolves around that attic that doesn't exist.

I was... six or seven, maybe, at the time. Not my earliest memory, but up there. And my older sister, Heather... I'm not sure if she was quite a teenager chronologically at the time, or just a tween who was all too ready to grow up, but she was already full of that classic teenage rebellion. Even though it was a quiet night at home, she had a face full of make-up that she had clearly put on herself, none of it applied quite right, all of it colorful and glittery and bordering on downright gaudy.

Heather was standing between my bedroom door and the ladder leading up to the attic, and she had a pickle ornament in her hands that she kept dangling in my face. I've never liked pickles, see, and she was making a rather ham-fisted joke about it, or trying to at any rate. I didn't think it was funny, though.

Then she tossed the ornament onto my bed--thankfully, it didn't break or get lost in the process, landing cleanly on one of my pillows--and said that she was going to see what else she could dig up from the old Christmas decorations in the attic.

I can picture Heather so clearly in that moment. Her frizzy brown hair wasn't up in a ponytail like she usually had it outside of the house, but left loose, with a few strands falling onto her face. Her nails were long and painted an eye-searing hot pink, with the nail polish already visibly chipped in a few places. She had on an old Phantom of the Opera shirt that was a hand-me-down from our mother, clearly too big for her and now covered in dust and grime, and her jeans had holes in the knees that she refused to let our father repair. If I close my eyes, I can see the way her wild hair moved as she took each step up that attic ladder before disappearing into the murky depths beyond, the way bits of dust fell from her clothes onto the floor below.

The memory is clear, and it feels as real as anything to me, but I know that it can't have happened. Because my house has never had an attic. And because, as my parents so delight in reminding me whenever they think I'm acting up, I have always been an only child.

I don't have any other clear memories of Heather, but I remember a few pieces of information about her, have a few fleeting glimpses into daily life with her as my sister. Her favorite color was a tie between green and pink--I can picture her thumb nail painted a neon green, with a stripe of dark pink down the middle. She wore a ton of spray deodorant--the bathroom we shared would reek of it on school day mornings. She was a picky eater--I can see her sneaking a handful of vegetables to Elmo, our family dog, under the table. She had a beautiful singing voice, and sometimes, when I close my eyes and concentrate, I think I can almost hear her singing Christmas carols.

The pickle ornament is real--it's been on our Christmas tree ever since I can remember. And I spied the Phantom of the Opera shirt in a pile of clothes my mother was giving away to the local Goodwill a few years back. But no one else, it seems, remembers anything about Heather. Or if they do, at least, they haven't admitted as much to me just yet.

They aren't just keeping quiet, though. I've done my research, once I was old enough to think of it, old enough to wonder if Heather was just the subject of some family scandal they were trying to keep hushed up. The common last name didn't do me any favors, but after hours and hours of fruitless searching, it became pretty clear that there was absolutely no record of one Heather Johnson being born to my parents, or living in the area, or existing as my sister in any way.

And, of course, there's no proof that my house ever had an attic, and every bit of evidence to suggest that it never did.

I still think of Heather sometimes. At my parents' funerals, I wondered if in some other world, she would be there to give a eulogy for each of them. When I got married, I thought that maybe if she really existed, I might have made her my maid of honor. But I know better than to bring her up in polite company, at least. I learned early enough that those who don't know better think I'm either lying or insane when I mention the sister that doesn't exist going into the attic that isn't there.

I'd write it all off as just fodder from an overactive childhood imagination, maybe, if it weren't for what happened after I started putting together the nursery.

I'm expecting, see. My baby girl's due to be born next month, though Derek and I haven't decided on her name yet. But while my husband and I sleep in what was once my parents' bedroom, what was once my bedroom is now being set up as her nursery. Bright purple walls being painted baby pink, putting the crib in place, all that sort of thing.

I don't know if it has to do with me spending time in that room again, somehow, or if it's just a coincidence, but several times now while I've been working in that room, I've seen the attic again.

Or--not the attic itself, actually. Just the outline of where it might be in the ceiling, a patch of wallpaper that's less dusty than the rest because we'd move it to go in and out, dings and dents in the wood floor in an area where nothing has ever rested... evidence of the attic, perhaps, but not the attic itself. Just enough to look like the attic is there, had always been there, until I blink and it all goes back to normal again.

I screamed for Derek the time I saw the attic ladder out in the middle of the hallway, but by the time he arrived, there was nothing there. Because how could there have been anything there to begin with? After all, my house has never had an attic.

Except, apparently, when it does.

I didn't look up there when the ladder was open, though. I'm trying to ignore it as much as I can. Trying to ignore the part of me that wants to learn more, wants to explore what might or might not be there, wants to see if climbing up there will reunite me with my sister Heather after all.

But I can't do that now. I know I can't.

Maybe I can accept being an only child now, but I won't accept my daughter growing up without her mother.

[ceciliamarier]

we have some hangings ya know and wally at the bottom not hung looking at us or at least straight ahead. and a gray barnaby taking his head off like a mascot with some creepy looking guyunderneath you can only see his chin and smile and barnaby's eyes are kinda wonky one half close the other 3/4 open him and his fedora? his half colorful circle and half black with thin gold vertical line vest cool

theres julie's old design she looked more like a monster muppet this time i like the design. she and frank are icing a triple layered cake theres a clock i like with big eyes half lided at the top then you notice how where 12, theres a closed eye at 3 theres a half open eye at 6 its fully open and at 9 its 3/4 closed reminds me of moon phases i dont expect everything to mean something like some deep meaning but things can still have meaning and deep personal meaning to me.

i think her hair is part of what makes her her.im not sure what she has in her hand its not a worm but kinda looks like one like that striped puppet one. the cake candles say NEW and the quote at the bottom of the page says What a wonderful Merry Day! in relation to that id say theyre celebrating a new day. thers pink striped wall paper two shades maybe this is julies house

a thing at the top of the fridge thats probably part of the fridge says something with a D and 197somethinng what number looks like a sideways capital M like a backwards or maybe a different looking seven idk. on the clock the the dots between a given eye where number should be are deliciously different very nice when zoomed in also i can notice a crack in the wallpaer julie's very fuzzy hand. there are sprinkles on julies side theres also a picture of someone on the fridge hung upside down with a flower magnet as a digital page it looks brownish like a page out of an old book interesting julie does look straight out of something like that. frank is trying to be consistent with his design and has dressed / is dressing the bottom layer and biggest in an organized way whilst the rest is random julie stuffing candles on the sides of it which is very cartoony.

picture books i never really grew up massively liking them like i do cartoons but this stuff makes me want to idk see this kinda stuff

i had so much to say about the julie and frank one

one image seems like mind convincing or control first the you're going to get rif of it children have seen it and now they know what to do….im wondering

it also says the neighborhood exists! which is the opposite of what i got shadow readign aka me "home doesnt exist"

in the first image theres a figure that is unrecignizable its not poppy but very fuzzy and big and has a lanky neck

the neighborhoods happiest little blue bird flies in with a dance in his heart! It's like he's really here! So we're going to get rid of it for good! We're all going to get rid of it! We're all going to get rid of it! We're all going to get rid of it! We're all going to get rid of it! You're going to get rid of it! You're going to get rid of it! You're

i think of bot ai. maybe i should get rid of it and if everyone did we'd forget about it. i dont see that happening though but who knows

the blue bird has hair like poppy but is blue theres a toy of him with his neck sticking out of like a top decorated with musical notes looks like a toy to me. and a hand reaching for it. i guess its happening gettig rid of blue bird

theres a logo like those smiling face logos except one eye is wonkily looking up to the middle of the forehead kind of the other staring straight they never show those logos looking like that above it says MARLO in a red circles and circled R to the right this page says opposite cards. okay so frank is like a grumpy character and these are just teaching cards. a bit rude that the example is Hello! to blue bird ooh and Goodbye. on franks card not hostilly though

featuring emie dorelaine's playfellows

they both have phones franks is light blue with a frown personalized huh? and happy center face for blue bird whats his name i like his chest feathers sticking out of his shirt kinda like shadow's chest fluff. he got a long beak. music notes on his shirt damn was he gonna be a musical artist neighbor the only medium obviously missing by the neighbors his shirt colorful has diagonal stripes an he's wearing jeans jeans arent that impressive he has birdy arms and humanish hands. so in the story theyre like lets get rid of him but he's also not part of the website sigh

at the bottom it reads copyright @ Dorellaine Inc, 1970, 1971, 1972

clown says blue bird is gone because "whatever my mans Wally wants he gets."

puppet horror #rip to u sonny

was that gonna be his name?

spooky sesame street

It'll have its own page up when i got the time

search >>> having two tags for the same thing is too much

@ partycoffin on tumblr

Jul 13, 2020

[weepingwillowheart]

Brand New/Same Old

i live in an attic room now. i hear scurried footsteps on the roof and picture wild animals as better culprits than the other half-formed beings my mind rushes to conjure. the walls are old and painted in so many layers of white paint that nothing will stick to them. my pictures and tapestries and various stringed lights and mirrors fall in the middle of the night. i try to mount shelves but the nails won’t pierce to their hilt and the drywall crumbles onto my favourite books as i break my pink power drill by manually forcing it to turn after it meets too much resistance to power through. i have spent a week unpacking here and the room is still half-filled with boxes and half-filled with decor from three rooms and a bathroom. i only have one room now. the one i spent high school in finally belongs to someone else and all i left were emo band tees and second-year university textbooks that still gleamed unopened. my old room is no longer mine. my old job is no longer mine. my hometown is no longer mine.

i only moved an hour away so i could cohabit a place with my best friends. it’s everything we wanted and i just wish i was starting elsewhere. my five year plan has shifted from career to countries and my twenty-five year plan is reaching its deadline with nothing to show. i feel happy here. i feel happy in the sense that i feel sleep; i am aware it is there, soft in the borders of my mind, but it dissipates when i try to perceive it. i am focused and have done nothing but unpack and settle in since i moved here for real, since my last day at my job – a job i really miss, that is just too far away from a chance to feel new. and i do feel new, in a form more raw than shiny. i have applied to one job. my printer is broken and i can’t print more resumes. i told my old coworkers i was moving to Toronto. they all offered to set me up with serving positions at incredible places. i nodded politely and then drove to my new house in Hamilton. i just couldn’t bear to tell them i was here again, and an hour’s drive felt a bit too short to explain my departure. i guess i’m still not able to be vulnerable when i can escape with a lie.

i realize that if i stop moving right now i will break down before i’ve had a chance to string up new safety nets to stop me midfall. so i keep reminding myself that this is what i need right now and the future is still coming to grant other opportunities. i can still move to Portugal for a year and find a local job. these years are my chance to heal first. my friends love me and they are here. we watch childhood films together. we make fun of twilight and cry during harry potter (after agreeing that death of the author is in fact a beautiful idea). i have set goals for myself, goals such as: teach myself how to play the instruments i used to know, make yoga a daily practice, write as much as i can. gentle aspirations that blossom into deeper dreams the longer i recite them to myself.

i hear objects clattering to the ground around me as i write, small knickknacks and artwork in various corners tumbling from the wall. my mirror falls, cracking a pair of bookends once loved by my father. it breaks itself in the process and i reorient the next seven years to leave room for bad luck. i struggle not to cultivate it all into metaphor: a ramshackle fantasy collapsing under its own weight, a desperate and failing attempt to bring life to a space that cannot support it. my plants already have brown leaves. i am constructing conversations and explanations for killing my largest christmas present in a couple months. i remind myself that i am in the worst of the winter and the sun will grow brighter from here. they might find the nourishment they need in time. i might kill them anyways. i never know why.

my sister tells me it’s getting bad again. i give her empty reassurances and hope the emotion they carry can make up for their uselessness. i remind her that she is in the worst of the winter and the sun will grow brighter from here. i know she sees me as a reason to hope. last year i cried because it finally felt better. i don’t feel like that anymore. i will pretend i do if it means she will have a chance. i told myself when i moved here i would involve myself in the community. these days i don’t even have enough energy for me. i had lists for donations to homeless shelters but now i don’t have a job and i’m eying the food bank line. my life felt so romantic until the whimsy showed up on my credit card bills. last year was my 1st house return, sagittarius rising and pluto taking control or lack thereof, taking three international trips for a total of almost five months, ending bad relationships, taking three mushroom trips to enhance my mind. now in my 2nd house return, good old capricorn venus slides in, and reshapes me grasping for security, hungry for something solid and sure. not that i have a routine now; i wake and sleep at increasingly odd hours and time slips past me in slices and a breeze that tastes like before. it blows through me the way it did seven years ago. i have applied to one job. every day a small stopwatch inside me ticks more loudly. my printer is broken and my shelves tilt and i no longer have anyone wiser i can ask for help.

my lights fall and dangle around me, hanging from dirty, unstuck clear tape. i sit in the cozy nook i have crafted by my window, tucked away from the rest of the room so the light never quite reaches the corners. the tapestry above my head slowly loosens its grip to the ceiling. black and white, yin and yang, two opposing halves; sunlit woman holding wine and bread, under old trees with full leaves. moonlit witch holding a candle and sickle, under twisted trees with gnarled bare branches. it drapes over me and my wilting plants, soft and gentle as death, sudden as a frog in boiling water. black over one eye, white over the other. something shuffles on the roof and i am glad to be shielded either way. then the window flies open and the wind screams. something crashes to the ground. i will be 25 in 2 1/2 weeks. the wind howls cold and violent in the disarray of this room. i lift the fabric from over the plants next to me. i close the window. i climb into bed. another piece of cheap tape gives way and a string of amethysts and lights slips quickly to the floor. their small glow glints off my broken mirror. i turn the other lights off, and imagine deadly creatures on the roof.

[howmcnythings]

This day was supposed to be special. It was supposed the be a day to celebrate her, a mother, for the first time ever. Her first mother’s day where she was the mother. She always tried to celebrate it as a kid, but it was never a great day. Once she was adopted, she would buy Aalis flowers, but that was about it, because it was always such a hard day for her before that. When she got pregnant, she was excited about the fact that maybe this day could become something good, something that would take over the bad memories.

“Happy mother’s day, momma!” Callista said, running down from her bedroom. “Momma? Where are you?” she asked, pulling the card out that she’d made for the woman. “I have a present,” she called out. 

Walking through the house, she looked for her mom, eventually finding her in the living room. When Callista got closer, she realized that her mom wasn’t awake. The coffee table had a dusting of cocaine on it, and the floor around her parents was littered with empty liquor bottles. It wasn’t an uncommon sight, but it was one she was sad to see. 

“Momma?” 

Her mother let out a small groan, but that was it. Her parents were both passed out, and it was only 2pm. Callista looked at the card in her hand, and crumpled it up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulled a blanket over her mom, before throwing the card in the kitchen garbage.

Flipping through the channels on the television, everything was just upsetting. Everything was about mother’s day. Special episodes of any show she could think of, even the cooking shows were playing mother’s day specials. She couldn’t escape it. This day was supposed to be a happy one, but instead she was sitting alone on Ren’s couch. 

“I’m home,” Callista called out, putting down her backpack at the front door. She pulled out the gift she’d made at school that day. It was a picture frame, made out of popsicle sticks, and decorated with paint, glitter, and stick on jewels. She was so proud of it, her frame was the straightest out of everyone’s. She didn’t know if her mom would even like it, but she put a lot of work into it. “I have a present for momma.”

“You’re late, you little piece of shit,” her father hissed, greeting her in the hallway.

Callista sighed. “The bus was running behind,” she explained. “I didn’t mean to be late. I’m sorry,” she said. She was only seven. What else could she do? She didn’t know how to get home on foot, which would have taken a long time too. The bus was her only option.

“What the fuck is this?” her dad asked, snatching the gift out of her hand. “Your ma and I can’t fuckin’ sell this shit! What would you bring her this garbage for?” he shouted at her. “You wanna bring ma a present, you bring her shit she can use or sell, none of this fuckin’ cheap shit,” he added, throwing it across the house.

Callista watched as her creation broke apart after hitting the wall. “My picture frame..” she said sadly, hanging her head sadly. Her father grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face up. His other hand collided hard with her face. What he said to her next was a blur. She had to try to keep her eyes on him, but his words weren’t absorbed. She was too busy trying not to cry. She could feel the throbbing pain of her cheek and right eye socket from where he’d hit her. One tear fell down her cheek.

“Now go get me a beer, or I’ll give you something to really fuckin’ cry about,” he finished, shoving her against the wall before he went to sit in his recliner.

When a commercial came on showing a mother with her new baby celebrating the day, Callista found herself throwing her glass against the wall, letting out an angry yell as she did so. As if detoxing wasn’t hard enough, she was stuck knowing that this day was never going to be good for her. She was a mom now, and she didn’t get to celebrate. She might not ever get to celebrate.

She always swore that she wouldn’t become her parents. She was half way there. She had been using with her daughter in the house, and that was already the first step. She hadn’t ever neglected Marina, but she had definitely made questionable choices, and now that she was sober, she knew that. But she still never expected that she wouldn’t have Marina there. Tears poured down her face as she let out loud sobs, letting herself feel everything for the first time since Marina was born, as she began to clean up the shards of glass.

She was a mother, it was mother’s day, and she didn’t even know where her child was. 

[delicateplaincrossiant]

I think it's fascinating to learn that we all have a home.

It may not be the one you're living in now. It's where your heart remains regardless of the distance. Where your inner child still runs around in giddy and safety.

My home is about 1,200 miles away from where I live now. I don't get to visit often, the last time I did was almost two years ago now. When I first left seven years ago they changed the locks and never gave me a key, and they soon said to never speak to them again.

A pale yellow one story house with a dark brown roof. An extended metal rooftop is on the right, decorated with a white wooden fence that was the elongated porch. Two air window conditioner units can be seen from the driveway and an entry way that was never used was front and center. From Google Street view, there's a thin wire with a black and red "PRIVATE PROPERTY" sign hanging across the main driveway, but on my last visit I saw they had installed a gate that fully blocked access.

I haven't went inside the house in about seven years. I would like to say I don't need to go inside to know all that there is know about it but I still yearn to see everything. In my heart, I hope everything is still untouched from the bedsheets to the picture frames. All the furniture that witnessed my abuse, my frustrations, my content, my childhood; I know that it's still there waiting for me to pry though its drawers and crevices to find crumbs of the past.

Also from Google Street view, you can see my second home still standing behind the first. It was a broken down double wide trailer that had a gray rooftop and a body that was an odd mix of beige and gray. When you went inside, it was hoarder house central, with a beautiful wooden piano to your right immediately with a corner desktop next to it. You'd probably see me online playing Pixie Hollow. Next to me on my left is probably my narcoleptic dad laying down on the red loveseat trying to watch TV across from him. Everywhere and everything is broken, full, and dark, but the only space where it felt bright and beautiful was my room, where the sun would beam into my window from my ballerina curtains and illuminate the entire room by noon.

A queen sized bed with a dark wooden bedframe (that would eventually be stolen upon abandonment) took up most of the room, but there was still room for a large box TV where I watched my first animes on DVD and VHS. Half of the room was painted pink, a perfect accent for my 3 story Barbie dream house that was to the right of my TV when watching it. Across from it was a plastic storage container for all of VHS tapes, and between them both was a space large enough to be called a play area. There was a dresser and closet at the end of the room. I'm only describing this because tangible evidence of this is scarce, and the trailer's entire existence felt like a dirty secret, a mere symbol of what went on behind closed doors but right under my nose.

When I came home to find my second home wiped from existence, I felt my heart beg time to freeze. I had only glanced at it while driving by but in that one second I felt my old foundation start to crumble. I looked at my childhood friend in disbelief but they appeared unaffected. It had been bulldozed, and all that was now left for me was a Google Street view image and a memory.

I went back later that week to get a second look. The trailer was still gone, and the locks to the house were still changed. There were no cars parked compared to the five I remember. Walking towards the new patches of grass, I still couldn't help but look up to try to find my dad waiting for me on the front porch to get off the school bus. Only what remained was a few blocks of wood on the ground of what I remember to be holding up the porch in the back. I wanted to take it back with me as some sort of proof that I was there and proof that a big chunk of my childhood wasn't something that happened in a parallel universe. I took plenty of pictures and selfies to prove to myself that I was there and that it was still my home.

I looked at my house wondering what was withering inside. I made many laps and remembered the plentiful gardens that were maintained. I went up the first steps before thinking about opening the door. I pressed on the release button but never pulled. I went back to my hotel soon after, leaving with a yearn I will never be able to shake off.

While I find complete solace in where my future is heading, this is the only time where I look back mourning what looks like to be to a figment of my imagination. It feels like a completed side quest that was necessary to the overall plot. But I never want closure because I still pray that one day I can enter and sit on the floor in the living room in my own home.