#Kid knock knock jokes dinosaur

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Kid knock knock jokes dinosaur

It didn’t matter that many of the songs followed the same fractured dream logic of a David Lynch movie. It didn’t matter that the characters floated around weightlessly, as if they’d been shot in the rear with a tranquilliser dart. Between the ages of one and three, my children absolutely wolfed this stuff down. And YouTube is where I first came to know Cocomelon. The Cocomelon you see on Netflix is actually an edited highlights reel of its YouTube channel the second most viewed channel on Earth, with 82bn views and a $120m annual ad revenue.

If you’re a preschool child, though, this stuff is like crack. Some songs – like Father and Sons Day, where the toddler does sit-ups with a sort of formaldehyde Rob Lowe figure – are genuinely unbearable to endure. It’s cloying and simplistic and repetitive and, unless you happen to be suffering from a very specific type of hangover, not designed to be watched by adults at all. Look, Cocomelon is not the sort of thing that holds up to scrutiny well. His family prepares him by endlessly drilling him on what he needs to take, what he needs to do and the precise level of emotion he should be experiencing.

Over a melody pitched nebulously between Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and This Old Man He Played One, a CGI toddler (think Pixar by way of a debilitating radiation leak) expresses nerves about starting school. The first episode – Cocomelon Sing-Alongs: Playdate With JJ – begins with a song called First Day at School. In fact, Cocomelon is a just series of three hour-long nursery rhyme compilations. And if anything that’s putting it loosely.

[aenokiawrld]

𝒵𝑜𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒! Ft. Monster trio + Law

a/n: i’m new to posting so no judging pwety pwease. also i wrote this super late at night 🙏

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18+!! MINORS DNI

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cw: mentions of short reader, all of the guys except law-ish sound like they’re on crack, lots of wrestling, cheesy asf, is this what u do at a zoo?!

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fluff but mostly humorous, literal chaos, a bit ooc(?), tried to make it gender inclusive, found this prompt through pinterest lol

zoro

when you brought up the idea of going to the zoo, warned him beforehand about the “look but don’t touch” rule

you didn’t want him to see the zoo as a training arena

first suggested that yall go to the beach instead but u declined it saying, “it was too cliche”

he would never admit it but he’s silently insecure whenever he sees you get along well with the animals (whenever he smiles at them, they run away)

a small smile creeps up at the corner of his lips as he watches you gawk at the aquatic animals section

you call the seals, “sea puppies.” he just calls them “water dogs”

purposefully makes eye contact with gorillas to rile them up (he tried to ask the zookeeper to let him inside the enclosure so he can fight them to which you slap him in the back of the head for)

gorillas see eye contact as a challenge to fight

there was an event that happened where the penguins would dive and twirl underwater to impress you

zoro threatened them by claiming that he’ll ask sanji to turn them into “penguin kabobs” if they didn’t stop flirting with his gf (they got scared and ran back to their zookeeper)

attempted to smile at the otters but got scared and swam away

got lost one time and accidentally landed in the chimpanzee enclosure. you couldn’t help but laugh as the keeper got mad at him for beating up the chimpanzees bc they “gave him the stink eye”

the crew made fun of him after coming back from the zoo with a bald patch at the back of his head.

a giraffe thought his hair was grass and you had to pull him away just so he wouldn’t be tempted to use his swords on them

got both of you guys got kicked out after he tried impressing you by using three sword style on a polar bear

luffy

like zoro, u also warned him about the “look don’t touch” rule

like a kid on sugar, luffy got excited as he became enamored with the (in his own words), “big buff animals”

kept asking you which of these animals would make a delicious meal

would point at the monkeys and go, “look, it’s me!”

for the love of god, the rubber boy would not stop cracking up at the baboons and calling them “apple butts”

randomly asked you if you would find him more attractive if he was an actual monkey

he genuinely believed you when you joked about rhinos being “dinosaurs”

“NO WAY!! I THOUGHT THEY WERE EXTINCT!”

“i was jok-“

“WAIT TILL I TELL ROBIN ABOUT THIS! SHE'S GONNA BE SO JEALOUS WHEN SHE FINDS OUT THAT I DISCOVERED DINOSAURS BEFORE HER!”

he kept stretching his face and making monkey noises at the monkeys

(they looked at him with disinterest)

he thought it would be a good idea to wrestle a bear. you got mad at him after he knocked it out with his “gum-gum pistol”

he cried at the sight of the otters because he said that it reminded him of alabasta and that alabasta reminds him of vivi

he asked the giraffes if they were related to kaku and then panicked bc he “thought he was racist” for asking that

“[name], does this mean I'm not woke :(“

you got mad at him after he decided it would be a good idea to put his head inside the mouth of a hippo. the zookeeper almost fainted as the hippo bit down on his head but you assured them that his devil fruit powers would prevent him from dying that easily

you honestly contemplated your relationship with your captain/boyfriend but his stupidity is what makes him charming (to you at least)

he kept asking the zookeepers if he can keep the boa constrictor as a pet

along with wanting a snake as a pet, he kept asking the lions if they could join his crew

got emotional at the sight of leopards bc they reminded him of pedro

like zoro, he got both of yall kicked out after he tried smuggling a lion out of the cage and named it “sun destroyer 4000”

you were more surprised at the fact that you guys didn’t get kicked out earlier

sanji

“[name], my dear, how would you feel if i took you out on a date to a place of your choice?”

“well there is one place i’ve been wanting to go to for awhile.”

maybe going to the zoo with sanji was a mistake, the flirty blonde boy would not stop comparing you to every “cute” animal he saw

for long hair: it didn’t help that he purposefully braided your hair and tied them up to look like bear ears which you look even cuter in his eyes (my headcanon is that sanji knows how to braid hair hehe)

he found it cute that you saw a bunch of reindeers and called them “a family of choppers”

if there was a big crowd of people surrounding an exhibit and you couldn’t see, he would use his height to his advantage by lifting you up to get a good view of the animals

after getting down you were wondering why his nose was bleeding until you realized he had a good view under your skirt

if you’re wearing pants, he just nose bled at the sight of your gyat

you joked with him saying that you would find it hot if he wrestled an ostrich. but sanji being sanji, took it literal and actually did it

the zookeeper yelled at him after the ostrich was left unconscious

flirtatiously asked if you would still find him attractive even if he was an animal

“no, sanji, that would be beastiality.”

felt his whole face heat up after you put on matching ear headbands with him

in response, he tried to buy out the whole gift shop

tried to convince you into buying “i’m his, im hers” shirts but you told him it was cringe which hurt his ego

for gn! readers, bro tried to buy those “im cool, im cooler shirts” cause he a lil cheesy

when you became enamored with the snake exhibit he tried to flex saying, “you wouldn’t have to worry about a snake swallowing you bc i would be there to protect you, my dear”

you compared him to a ram bc you saw him as courageous and determined for his crew

“[NAME] SWANNN, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT OUT OF THE BLUE!” there goes your man…

almost nose bled AGAIN at the thought of you as a red panda while visiting the exhibit (you thought he was tweakin)

got jealous when you said tigers were just as cool as zoro

he compared zoro to a baboon bc he’s always scratching his ass and sniffing his hand after (wait why is this lowk a good headcanon 😝)

you found it adorable as you watched him feed the animals in the petting zoo as if he were their father

he freaked out as the goat stole the cigarette out of his mouth and ate it in front of him.

one of your fave moments of intimacy with sanji would be sharing cotton candy with him as you watched the penguins do tricks in the water

after getting back on the sunny, you decided to surprise him with a ram plushie you bought behind his back

he thanked you by peppering your face in kisses and showering you in praises

“oh my dear, [name]. you don’t need to spoil me like that! it should be the other way around!”

bonus!! trafalgar law

law asked his crew beforehand on “great date spots” to take you out on; to which penguin suggested yall go to the zoo

he never cared for the zoo but as long as you were happy he didn’t mind

got flustered after you mentioned that snow leopards reminded you of him

he bought you a snow leopard plush and you named it “traffy”

you asked him if you should buy souvenirs for the crew

you asked him if you could adopt a polar bear so that bepo would have a friend. he replied with, “no bc he’s already friends with me”

thought it would be funny to teleport you to the lion enclosure until his powers conveniently started tweaking and he couldn’t teleport you back out

you punched him in the head after you came back with scratches from wrestling them

he felt bad for the joke he did on u, so he teleported you to the capybara enclosure as an apology

compared you to a meerkat bc “you’re short but really fast on those legs.” you responded by threatening to give his sword away to zoro

made fun of you after you got startled by him in the insect section. he laughed as you slapped his hand after he pretended it was a tarantula

he likes to install fear into u by explaining different ways each animal can kill you

he would purposefullykiss you in front of the monkeys after they tried flirting with you

the zookeeper had to tell him to stop bc they were afraid that they would break out their enclosure

what pissed him off even more was the fact it reminded him of the rubber boy

after you guys get back to the submarine, the crew crowded you as you gave them their souvenirs. law couldn’t help but smile at your generosity and friendship with everyone

oh yea….he felt himself fall in-love with you again

[lustfulslxt]

Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up

Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo

warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo

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“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”

Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.

“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”

I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.

I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”

Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.

“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”

Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.

“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.

Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.

Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.

“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.

I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”

“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out

“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.

“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.

I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.

“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.

He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.

“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.

Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.

“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.

I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”

He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.

I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.

Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.

I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.

Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.

I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.

“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”

I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”

My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”

“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”

“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.

He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”

“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.

He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”

A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.

He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.

“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.

“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.

“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.

“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”

With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.

“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.

“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.

“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.

The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.

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a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx

[rynfiles]

dad next door !

✎ᝰ — your brand-new apartment has brought you peace, calm, and freedom. but no one mentioned of a father of a two

★ — satoru gojo x gn!reader

★ — word count: 1.6k

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + dad!gojo, gojo is in his early twenties (21-23), gojo is a nervous mess, megumi and his smart antics, tsumiki is y/n’s number one fan

The space is small, yet livable. Your new apartment brings you this sense of freedom and independence from your loving, yet overbearing, parents. As much as you love them dearly, the thought of continuing to live under their roof was going to drive you mad. Which led to your brand new apartment, not the best but you made do with your stay.

As you continue to unpack your things, you hear noises coming from the other side of your living room wall. You ignored them by putting on your headphones and playing music as time passed.

Yet some hours passed, only three, and the noise continued. You moved closer to the wall to decipher what was creating such a loud noise. The only thing you could make out was a loud TV, yelling from multiple people you assume, and children. Your heart grew soft and sympathy grew in your heart for the assumed noise of children, since you know how children can be, especially at young ages when their emotions run rampant.

Though, as much as children softened your heart, the noise was becoming unbearable and you wanted your first day in your apartment to be perfect. You planned to be nice, introduce yourself, and ask your neighbor to possibly lower the noise coming from their apartment.

You paused your music and took off your headphones. You grabbed your phone and headed out the door, only making a few steps to your left until you reached the next apartment door.

You knocked gently, as you waited you heard the noise more clearly. You realized it was an adult and a child going back and forth while the TV was playing a children’s show. You heard some of the argument and giggled to yourself at some of the insults that were sent.

You continued to wait yet the door hadn’t opened nor had there been any indication that someone was going to open. You knocked again, a bit louder this time, and someone, you assumed was the adult, yelled that they were coming. Not long after, the door was opened and you were met with a man who had a staggering height, but that didn’t bother you.

The man had hair as white as the winter snow, which was decorated with those ball scrunchies and small heart clips that should be found on a small girl, not a grown (potentially over twenty) man. He wore a fitted tank top that had a dad joke on it and black shorts to accompany the outfit. His face in particular was graced with lashes that were thick and lay beautifully above his blue eyes. Also, his youthful face is currently covered in stickers galore, many of dinosaurs and flowers.

He greeted you with a smile, it brought youth to his face and gave sincerity, and apologies for taking so long to answer.

You reassured him that he was okay and also introduced yourself. You explained to him how you were his neighbor but also reported to him the noise from his apartment was bothering you. You tried not to come off as rude, since it is your first day.

He apologizes almost too quickly, mild stutters as he speaks, “Sorry sorry, my two- I mean these two kids have been hauling my ass since seven am.”

“I assumed it was younger children that were in there. Though, could you do me a favor and turn down the TV as well? The whole apartment doesn’t need to hear what you guys are watching.”

The man turns in the direction of the TV and lightly smacks his forehead, “Ah, that must’ve been Tsumiki with her runway model shows. I don’t know why but she always excuses that she has terrible hearing and always has the TV-”

“What about Tsumiki?” A young boy with spiked hair appears behind the man. The boy wears an expression that debates whether to tussle with the tall man or mind his business. With his presence now here, he chose the first option. Yet the stickers and hair clips placed on his hair and face don’t make him serious enough to take.

“Kid-”

The boy scrunched his face, showing a sign of annoyance to the man in front of him. “My name is Megumi, Meh-gu-mi. Don’t try to be all “mister cool” cause you think our new neighbor is hot.”

The man’s jaw dropped and all you could giggle at the compliment that was given. You spot his cheeks beaming with a light shade of red but disregard it as the man clears his throat. “Megumi, do me a favor and stay out of adult spaces.”

The boy sucked his teeth, “You were literally a child not many years ago, in dog years if you count.” The boy mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for the older man to hear.

The two males continue to go back and forth until a small girl approaches next to the small boy. From the height alone she could be the eldest of the two children, and her face was also decorated with stickers. It was cute to see the tall male and the two children behind him covered in all kinds of stickers on their face and their hair styled in hair clips.

The girl comes over to see what all the commotion is. But instead, she turns to you and immediately starts complimenting you, she smiles with such fondness to your beauty. She starts to compliment your hair, even if it is simple for the busy day, your outfit, and how you look so perfect. She believes so deeply that you came out of a magazine and all you could do was thank her and smile back. The girl just seemed all admired about you, even if she only met you about two minutes ago.

She turns to the older male to ask, “Can they join us for dinner papa Gojo?”

The boy scoffs at the question, “Don’t give him any ideas, he might scare the new neighbor away.” The blushing from earlier returns and the older man, named Gojo (?), seems to be slightly offended at the boy's remark.

The girl ignores the boy and pleads with Gojo, you continue to watch the two children and the man banter with one another. The interaction seemed to look serious from an outsider’s perspective, but up close, it was adorable watching them interact. Even if the boy seemed very annoyed with the entire situation, the girl poked his cheeks and played with his hair to uplift his mood, while the man told the two children to turn down the TV and check on the food cooking.

Gojo brings his attention back to you and smiles nervously, he laughs nervously as well. He brings his hand to comb through the back of his hair, “Sorry about them, they’re not usually this noisy on a Friday afternoon. Especially Megumi, he’s usually playing with his figures with Tsumiki, never this intrusive.”

“Don’t worry, I have younger siblings and we bicker quite a lot, so I get it. But I will admit that you guys are an adorable little family.”

The man blushes quickly but tries to hide it quickly, “Ah, thank you.” He grows nervous and lets the air become this sense of nervousness. He will admit, he wouldn’t have thought to have a neighbor as stunning as you and comfortable around his children. Then again, his two children take too much of his time to even pay attention to the people in his environment.

He clears his throat, “Umm, you don’t have to join but Tsumiki, the little girl, is gonna keep asking about dinner and I’m already in trouble with her. If you don’t mind, you don’t have to, but you can join us for dinner if you’re not too busy.” The blushing on his cheeks stayed yet you notice his ears turning into a light hue of pink as well, nervousness is ruining this man.

You think for a little while, letting the man watch you think and his face shows more and more signs of nervousness. You answer with a nod and a small smile, “I don’t mind at all. It would be nice to learn some faces in this town.”

Gojo seems more than happy to hear your acceptance, “We’d love to welcome you, Tsumiki loves making new friends and Megumi could get a friend or two. Geez this kid.”

You gave a small laugh and thanked him, you turned to make your exit until Gojo stopped you. “Oh umm, by-by the way, I didn’t get to properly introduce myself. I’m Gojo, umm Satoru Gojo. I’m right next door, literally, if you need anything.”

“Oh thanks, it was nice talking to you Satoru, and your two kids I assume, Megumi and Tsumiki?” The way you said his first name had Gojo going from a blushing mess to a flustered, stuttering mess. He feels heat rising in his cheeks and ears, embarrassment adds in as thinks that he shouldn’t be this nervous around his new neighbor.

“Yeah, that’s their name.” He pauses and lets his nervousness settle between the two of you, “Umm, well it was great to meet you y/n, and uhh gotta get back to finishing dinner, two hungry children aren’t the prettiest sight to see.”

“I would love to be the judge of that tonight,” you turn to walk away from his doorway and wave him goodbye, “have a good day Satoru, see you tonight.”

Gojo waves back and closes the door once you step into your apartment. He roughly combs through his hair and sighs heavily, “I don’t know who’s gonna end me first, these damn kids or dinner with y/n.”

★ I got this fanfic idea from this fanart actually ! I thought gojo and the kids were so cute with their stickers and clips on their face and hair 🫶🏽

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Four

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: Fluff

A/N: a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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Cillian had woken up and was finishing up Lukas' things for school while the kid was having his breakfast: eggs and toast with warm milk. 

When Cillian returned to the living room, Sile was seated at the dining table next to Lukas, engaged in conversation with him. She had slept over. Lukas was laughing as he wiped his dirty hand on the white shirt of his school uniform.

"Use the napkin to clean your hands, buddy," Cillian said, placing Lukas' backpack on the table and sliding closer to him a napkin, which Lukas grabbed in a handful.

"Hey, you. Came home late last night, huh? Didn’t see you come in" Sile teased, raising an eyebrow at her brother. "I don't even need to ask if you had fun," she chuckled while Cillian smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"You had fun without me?" Lukas asked, and Cillian furrowed his brows, smiling at his son.

"Do you really think that's possible? You're my funniest buddy," he said, ruffling Lukas' hair, earning a proud smile from the young boy.

Cillian headed to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee he started to prepare earlier, with Sile following closely behind.

"Spill it," she demanded, crossing her arms.

Cillian opened the overhead cabinet and grabbed two coffee cups, one for himself and another for his nosy sister.

"He gave you a hard time yesterday?" he asked as he poured coffee into the cups.

"No, you know the kid is an angel. Took a while to fall asleep, but then I added a bit of whiskey to his tea, and it knocked him out," she joked, making Cillian squint at her as he handed her the cup. "Now tell meeee," she pleaded, tapping her foot on the ground, making him chuckle.

"You're quite annoying," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter, perfectly positioned to watch his son eating and playing with his toy dinosaur.

"And you're unbearable. Now that we've exchanged pleasantries, spill the tea," she said in a playful tone.

"It was good," he smiled, looking at her.

"Just that? Where did you take her? Did you kiss? Are you going out again? My god, can't you tell a proper gossip?" She laughed.

"I took her to a newly opened vegetarian restaurant, the one Pad said was interesting. And If he found a vegetarian restaurant interesting, I assumed it would be good," he grinned, and she nodded, agreeing with his logic. Pad is a very carnivorous guy.. "It was good, yes, we did kiss, and no, we haven't made any other plans yet. I'll text her later," he explained.

Sile had an enormous smile and a gleam in her eyes that a child would have upon receiving a pile of presents.

"Ah, that's exciting," she said, giving her brother a playful shove. "You can thank me by buying me an expensive gift for my birthday this year," she said, making him roll his eyes and leave the kitchen.

"Ready to go, champ?" Cillian said, looking at his wristwatch. "Need a ride?" he asked his sister.

"No, I'll take an Uber to work," Sile replied.

She was without a car because her husband was traveling with the vehicle, so she was managing with rideshares and Ubers.

Cillian nodded, and they all left the house together. He waited for his sister's Uber to arrive before getting into his car and driving to Lukas' school, which wasn't far from his house.

After dropping Lukas off at school, he took out his phone and sent you a message.

"Hey, I've been thinking about you.

Had a great time last night.

Maybe we can see each other again sometime this week?"

When you read his message, you smiled. Your phone was on your countertop, but you couldn't reply. You were in the middle of your first class of the day, and your hands were covered in clay.

After an hour or so, you finally replied:

“I would like that. Want to go to the beach? They look incredible this time of the year.”

Not long after, he replied:

“Sounds fun. When are you free?”

“Well, the only day I don’t have classes in the afternoon is Wednesday,” you texted back.

“Wednesday it is! Pick you up at 16:00?”

“Yep! That works.”

You noticed you were smiling as you put your phone down. You liked the idea that he didn’t ask if you wanted a ride, he just offered it as a part of the package.

The anticipation continued to fill your thoughts. You found yourself checking your phone more often than usual, eagerly awaiting his messages. You wanted to but it was hard to not anxiously think about your date with him in the next few days. You looked forward to it, loving the idea of having him again. 

Each time he texted, you felt a rush of excitement, appreciating the little conversations and the effort he put into staying in touch. During the following days he texted you a few times, one time to settle the beach you were going to go, one time to ask if you ate cheese and another time to say he had thought about you after one of the members of his project wore a cow’s shirt with writing “Cows are friends, not food”. 

You weren’t far behind. You made efforts to continue in touch as well, sending him pics of your ceramic projects and telling him funny moments during your classes. The lines of communication between you were becoming more fluid and comfortable.

The days leading up to your beach day felt like a countdown, each passing moment bringing you closer to another chance to spend time with him.

As you stood in front of your closet, you deliberated over what to wear. You wanted to strike the right balance between looking casual and put-together. Your choice landed on a flowy white sundress adorned with a delicate floral pattern. The lightweight fabric would keep you comfortable in the warm weather, and you complemented the look with stylish sunglasses, and an eco-friendly tote bag slung over your shoulder. Inside the tote bag, you packed a bottle of wine, sunscreen, some snacks, and a picnic blanket, fully prepared for a day at the beach.

After you got ready, you waited for him in front of your building. Happily, you didn't have to wait long, as he arrived right after. He stepped out of his car, looking effortlessly stylish in a light blue button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of well-fitted khaki shorts and a beautiful pair of raybans. His brown leather sandals completed the look, giving off a relaxed vibe.

As he walked to you he slid his sunglasses to rest on top of his head, revealing his gorgeous blue eyes to you. 

With a friendly smile, he greeted you. "Hi, beautiful. Ready?" he asked, holding the car door open for you just like before.

You nodded, excitement and a hint of nervousness bubbling up. "Definitely," you replied, offering a smile as you kissed him on the cheek before sliding into the passenger seat.

The drive to the beach was a pleasant one. The sunroof was open, allowing the warm breeze to tousle your hair as you chatted. The coastal road stretched out ahead, offering glimpses of the sparkling ocean to your right. The view was mesmerizing with the waves crashing against the shore

During the drive, you exchanged stories about your days, and you delved into a lengthy discussion about the popular TV show "Succession," which you were currently obsessed with. You shared your thoughts on the characters, plot twists, and speculated about what might happen next in the series. The conversation just naturally flowing between you both. 

As you talked and laughed together, the beach grew closer.

He parked the car, and you both got out, the sound of the waves and the smell of the ocean filling the air around you. He opened the trunk to reveal a picnic basket he had prepared away earlier.

"Oh, looks like you came prepared," you giggled, noticing the sizable basket.

He smiled back. "I guess you can say I’m trying to impress a girl, you know… She’s pretty special."

You smiled at him, your heart warming at his words. He surely did make you feel special. 

He held his hand out to you, and you interwined your fingers as you walked towards the beach, scanning for a quiet spot to settle. The beach was relatively empty, which was one of the main reasons you had chosen it.

Between two gently swaying palm trees, you discovered a perfect and secluded spot away from the gaze of the beach crowd. Cillian efficiently unfurled a vibrant picnic blanket on the soft sand, placing yours on top of it for added comfort and protection from the fine grains. The two of you settled down comfortably, facing the vast expanse of the ocean that stretched out in front of you.

He smoothly retrieved a pair of small glasses from his picnic basket, holding them out to you. "Wine?" he asked, his voice carrying a touch of playful anticipation as he handed you one.

"Absolutely!" You responded with a warm smile, your fingers wrapping around the delicate glass as you accepted it from him. "I also brought a bottle," you added

"Perfect," he grinned, his fingers deftly uncorking the bottle. As he opened it, his blue shirt hugged his form, and you couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed against the fabric, igniting an undeniable attraction.

With the glasses now filled, he set the bottle aside and picked up his own glass. Raising it in a silent toast, he met your gaze, a glint of excitement in his eyes. You clinked your glass against his, the delicate sound resonating through the quiet beach. 

He opened the picnic basket, to  place the bottle back in the basket and started to reveal an array of delicious treats. There were a variety of cheeses, some type of fruits, a small container of hummus, some crackers, and some nuts. The spread looked amazing, and you couldn't help but be impressed.

“My brother gave me some suggestions to pair well with the wine,” he chuckled.

“I’m impressed, Cillian” you smiled, taking the snack you bought from your bag glad you went with sweeter choices, you took out the mini chocolate muffins and vanilla cookies. 

“I think we have a proper meal, here” he smiled and you nodded

"Absolutely. Is your brother a sommelier?" you asked curiously, taking a sip from your glass as your eyes locked onto his.

He chuckled. "No, he's not. But he could be," he replied with a smile. "He actually went to culinary school. Knows a thing or two about flavors."

"That's interesting. Is he a chef then?" you inquired, your gaze fixed on him as you continued your conversation.

"No, not really. He's a lawyer," he explained, causing you to furrow your brow in surprise.

"What?" you exclaimed, feeling a bit taken aback.

"Yeah," he laughed, "he decided to switch career paths, hoping for a more secure income in the future. But he still dreams of opening a restaurant someday. But I guess you can say he’s the family chef"

"Oh, That makes sense," you nodded and let your gaze sweep over the stunning view in front of you. The beach stretched out as far as the eye could see, the golden sand meeting the sparkling blue waves under the clear sky “It’s beautiful here”.

"It sure is," he agreed, his eyes fixed on you. You felt a warmth spread through you as you met his gaze. The sunglasses shielded his eyes, but you could still sense his attention on you.

He moved on the picnic blanket, moving closer and sitting beside you. His shoulder brushed against yours as you both faced the vast expanse of the ocean. With the sun still shining brightly, you both opted for sunglasses to protect your eyes.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close. The feeling of his warmth against your side was comforting, and you sighed contentedly. Together, you sat there, taking in the breathtaking view and enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background melody, the salty breeze tousling your hair. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling the fresh ocean air, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Having him by your side made the experience even more special. 

As you opened your eyes again, you stole a glance at him. His profile against the backdrop of the ocean was a sight to behold—strong, yet gentle. The hint of a smile played on his lips, and his relaxed posture exuded a sense of calm.

"I'm really glad we came here," you said softly, breaking the comfort silence between you.

"Me too," he replied, his gaze never leaving the horizon.

You took off your glasses and looked at him with a caring smile. "Hey, let me see your eyes," you requested, your fingers lightly tracing his cheek as you rested your arm weight on his shoulder.

"Why?" he chuckled, his curiosity piqued.

"I like the sight of them," you replied with a grin, your touch gentle against his skin.

Still smiling, he complied and removed his sunglasses. His mesmerizing blue eyes met yours, a warmth and intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“There they are,” your smile widened, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his eyes. "You're very handsome, you know that?" you asked, your words filled with genuine admiration.

His cheeks tinged with a soft blush, his gaze momentarily shifting to the horizon. His reaction surprised you, revealing a shy side you hadn't seen before. It was endearing.

He moved his tongue inside his mouth, moistening his lips as he gathered his thoughts, his gaze returning to meet yours.

"Did I make you blush?" you asked, a playful smirk in your tone.

"You sure did," he admitted, his eyes holding a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.

"I thought you'd be used to compliments," you remarked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He shrugged casually, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Well, I’m. Sort of." he chuckled “but it feels different coming from you”

“How so?” you frowned friendly gazing him

He shrugged again, a hint of sheepishness in his expression. "I don't know, it just feels... more meaningful, I guess."

Your heart fluttered at his response, touched by the sincerity in his words. A warm smile spread across your face as you leaned in, closing the distance between you. Your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. Slowly tasting his lips, the wine adding a acidity to the experience. The kiss deepened naturally as you both slowly enjoyed the soft and warm feeling of each other's lips. 

The connection you shared was undeniable, a blend of attraction, genuine interest, and the desire to get to know each other better making everything so exciting… You almost felt like a teenage girl. 

As the kiss deepened, a spark of desire ignited between you as the passion grew, your lips moving against his with a fervor that mirrored the feelings building within you. 

His hand caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a tender gesture. Your heart raced, the chemistry between you intensifying with each passing second.

Eventually, the need for air forced you both to pull away, your foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and you couldn't help but smile in response.

With the passion of the kiss still lingering in the air, he left a few gentle pecks on your lips, his hands cupped your cheeks, his touch warm and reassuring, as he inched closer, his lips brushing against yours once again. After a series of sweet, lingering kisses, he finally pulled away, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. You couldn't help but smile in response, your fingers brushing against his as you shared a comfortable silence.

He shifted his attention, his fingers reaching for the small container of hummus. "Wanna try the hummus? I made it myself," he offered, a playful grin on his lips as he scooped up some hummus and placed it on a cracker for you.

"Hmm, I do!" you replied enthusiastically, glad for the change in direction. As you bit into the cracker, the creamy hummus spread across your taste buds, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum. "This is delicious! Are you sure your brother is the family chef?" you praised, your eyes dancing with appreciation.

He chuckled, his gaze warm as he watched you enjoy the food. "I try my best. I’t’s actually his recipe" he replied modestly, a sense of pride evident in his expression.

“Ooh, okay. I like it” you said smiling and you both continued on talking, snacking and watching the view. 

The sun finally began to set, casting a warm and vibrant display of colors across the sky. The fading light illuminated his features, making him look even more alluring. You couldn't help but notice how good he looked under the sunset light.

"Tell me about your family," he said, taking a sip from his now-refilled glass of wine.

"Sure, my parents live here in Dublin. They're still married after almost 50 years," you chuckled.

"Impressive," he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah... they're very religious. Don't believe in divorce, but they believe in therapy," you smiled, a hint of humor in your tone. "I guess that's the secret."

"It would make sense if it was," he agreed, his eyes showing a genuine interest in learning more about you.

"Yeah, I have a sister as well, but she lives in France now. She moved a few months ago to work as a clothing designer. We keep in touch often, I’m planning on visiting her soon" you continued, your expression becoming more thoughtful. "I guess you can say I'm pretty close to my parents, to my family. My mom, especially. She knows everything about my life."

“Everything?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah, my mom even knows about you," you replied with a playful smile, noticing his gaze turning admiring as he looked at you. "It wasn't always like that, though," you continued, your tone growing more serious. "I was a difficult teenager, very rebellious, and often angry. We grew closer after the difficult events with my ex," you revealed, your eyes holding a mixture of vulnerability as you played with the picnic blanket fabric under your body.

"Rebellious? I could never have guessed that," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Yeah, it might be hard to believe now, but I had my moments," you admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I guess back then I was lost… and we all go through phases, right?"

He smiled back, a playful glint in his eyes. "I suppose so. I'm not looking forward to that with Lukas," he admitted, making you chuckle.

"I'm sure you'll handle it well with your caring attitude," you said, sipping your wine and making him smile. "How about you? I know you have two siblings."

"I actually have three: Páidi, Sile, and Orla," he told you.

"Oh, Tell me more about them," you prompted, genuinely interested in getting to know his family better.

Cillian chuckled, clearly comfortable talking about them. "Sure, let's see. Páidi, my oldest brother, he's the responsible one but also quite a fun company. In a way he is always looking out for us, making sure things are in order, he's a lawyer after all. He definitely has that logical, analytical mind but he can also be a trickster." he chuckled "And Sile,she is the youngest, and you know she is a bundle of energy. She's outgoing, fun-loving, and has this infectious enthusiasm. She can be a pain too" he smiled, you nodded knowing exactly what he was talking about "And then there's Orla, she’s younger than Pad and my older sister. She's the quiet one, more reserved and introspective. Orla is an artist, a painter to be exact. She's got this incredible depth to her, always observing." Cillian's affection for his siblings was evident in the way he spoke about them "We're all pretty close, despite our differences”

"So you all get along well?" you asked preparing hummus cracker 

He leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Yeah, we do. We have our moments, of course, but overall we're pretty close. After our parents died we started to put some effort into staying close. We supported each other through that hard time”

“I’m so sorry about your parents! Is it recent?” you asked concern on your voice

“Sort of. Dad died a year and a half ago. Mom died four years ago. She had cancer and he had heart problems, physically and emotionally. He never got over mom’s death, he was quite depressed afterwards” He explained  

You nodded sympathetically as he shared about his parents' passing. "It must be really tough to lose someone you've been so close to," you said softly, feeling a pang of sadness for his loss. "I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you and your siblings."

He sighed, his gaze distant for a moment. "Yeah, it was. But we leaned on each other, and it helped us get through it. And now, we try to keep their memory alive by staying connected."

"That's a beautiful way to honor them," you replied with a sincere smile

The topic shifted naturally into your likes and dislikes, as you both shared more about your interests, preferences, and even some quirky habits. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and you found yourselves laughing and discovering common interests and tastes.s

As the sun continued its descent, the casting a warm and mesmerizing array of colors across the sky, slowly turning darker. You both fell into a comfortable silence, too busy admiring the view. 

"It's so beautiful," you whispered, your eyes fixed on the still breathtaking sunset.

"Yeah," he murmured in agreement, his gaze on the horizon as well. His hand found yours on the blanket, and his fingers interlocked with yours as you both watched the end of the sunset. 

As the last traces of sunlight vanished from the sky, the air grew cooler, and you shivered slightly against the breeze. Cillian, sensing your discomfort, gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close against his warm body. It was a comforting embrace, effectively shielding you from the encroaching chill. 

"It's getting chilly," he murmured softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Are you cold?"

You nodded, a contented smile curving your lips. "Yeah, but I'm much warmer now. Thanks."

He responded by planting a tender kiss on the top of your head, his chin settling there momentarily.

"We should probably start heading back, though," he suggested gently, he suggested softly, his voice a gentle murmur against your hair

You nodded, your fingers tightening around his shirt. "Yeah, you're right."

Reluctantly, you both began to gather your belongings, folding the picnic blanket and placing the items back in the basket. As you stood up, he kept his arm around you, providing a shield against the evening chill.

As you reached the car, he opened the trunk and carefully stored the picnic basket. As you prepared to get into the car, he turned to you with a warm, satisfied smile.

"Today was fun," he declared, his eyes lighting up.

"Well, you certainly make for great company," you replied, a smile gracing your lips as you leaned in closer, your hands resting gently on his chest as his arms held you close.

Closing the distance, he brushed his lips against yours in a lingering, sweet kiss. "So are you," he whispered against your lips.

With a last wistful glance at the tranquil beach, you both got into the car. The engine purred to life, and the journey back began. The drive was quieter this time, both of you lost in your individual thoughts.

Upon parking in front of your building, he turned to you, his gaze soft and affectionate.

"Here we are," he murmured softly, his eyes tracing the contours of your face.

A thought crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but ask, "Want to come in?" you smiled. 

He grinned, a hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I would love to, but I don’t have anyone to watch Lukas today. I have to pick him up at my brother's place in a few minutes," he explained looking at his wristwatch.

You masked your disappointment with a nod. "Oh, I understand."

"But..." he continued with a hopeful glint in his eyes, "we could cook dinner at my place. This weekend, Lukas will be staying with his mom."

A genuine smile returned to your face. "That sounds like a great plan."

You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned in to share a slow and gentle kiss, taking your time on exploring his lips. No real desire for it to end. 

"Goodnight, Cillian," you whispered, pulling away and opening the car door.

"Goodnight, y/n," he replied, his voice soft and an small smile on his lips

With a final smile, you stepped out of the car and closed the door behind you. He watched you as you got in the building, only leaving when you were safe inside. 

As you got home, you showered feeling happy at how things were going. Cillian was a sweet and gentle man. If you guys keep this up, you were sure it wouldn’t take long for him to become important to you. 

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Sinbound- Chapter 11

Summary: It’s been a month since the events of the last chapter: Eddie and Buck are on the outs and Buck’s family is back in town; Something major happens to Y/n.

Warning: Talks of miscarriage.

Series Masterlist

It’s been a month since Eddie and I broke up. It was touch and go for a while. The night of the breakup I asked for 2 hours. It doesn’t take 2 hours to basically pick up your whole life. Alex and I took all our clothes and toiletries but we still had to come back and get the rest of our things. I decided it would be best to leave all the baby’s stuff there, but excluding that I still had a ton of things. Bobby and Athena served as the buffer between Eddie and I. Athena would text me to tell me that Bobby told her Eddie and Christopher would be out of the house from 12-4 pm and stuff like that. Eddie and I still haven’t spoken since that night even though he tried. He gave me a good 2 days before he was blowing up my cell and trying to talk and work things out, but I was serious when I meant Eddie and I were done. The betrayal still keeps me awake at night if I let my mind wander enough and the events starting on the night in question and the big blow up play in my head like a movie. Alex and I moved in with Buck for the time being while I figured out the next step in our lives. Buck was more than happy to welcome us and he’s been accommodating in any way he can. He’s been going with me to my doctor appointments, driving me around a lot since I’ve gotten a little bigger and lazier to do it myself, and even taking a parenting class with me. Even though I had Alex already a lot of things have changed in the last 12 years.  Speaking of all the things Buck is doing for me, Eddie is quite pissed at him because of it. Also, the fact that Buck is the one that told me about Eddie’s infidelity. So everything has been quite an adjustment. It was morning and Buck was off today so that meant family breakfast. Which was really more me cooking whatever I was craving and everyone being too lazy to complain or make anything else. Today was chicken, waffles, spicy syrup, bacon, eggs, and french toast. (Don’t judge but I craved this my whole pregnancy.) Buck came down from the room and sat at the table. The reason I call it the room is because technically it’s both Buck and I’s room. See Buck only has two rooms in his loft but the other room is Alex’s and it’s not exactly big enough to share. So Buck and I share the room in the sense that both of our things are there like clothes, shoes, jewelry, little things like that. Buck did buy a couch though, so that way he has something to sleep on. Right now Buck was trying to convince me to go with him and Alex to pick up his parents later. “They would love to see you. I mean it’s been over a year since they last saw you.” “Yeah and since then I got knocked up and then left a single mom. Again.” “True, but you look really cute pregnant and they haven’t seen this glow.” He said, as he pointed his fork at me. “That may be the case but seriously I’m not up for that yet.” Buck could tell my mood was becoming somber, so he let it go. “Alright. Did I tell you guys what happened yesterday at work? Some guy’s kids buried him in the sand and splashed water on him when a freak flash of lightning hit and turned the sand into glass. It was insane.” “Buck I’m trying to eat.” “Mom, that's actually really cool and mother nature at work. What did that guy say in that really old dinosaur movie ‘life always finds a way’. Life is science.” “Did she just call Jurassic Park a really old movie?” I asked Buck. I turned to Alex. “That movie came out the year I was born for your info.” “How do you think I feel? I’m older than you by two years.” Buck joked. The conversation kept flowing from there and eventually it was time to clean up and start the day. Since the break up with Eddie I haven’t really been writing much so my day usually centers around Buck and Alex. I felt like a 50’s housewife. After making sure everyone had everything they needed for their day I would tidy the house, wash dishes, do laundry. It was a feminist nightmare but I was so numb I didn’t really care. I’ve been seeing a therapist but it didn’t help as much as I thought it would. Most people describe therapy as this life-altering interaction but for me it felt like when you were called to the guidance counselor in school about bullying or something. Like I was put on the spot. Don’t get me wrong there was improvement but I just didn’t feel satisfied or “fixed” in a sense. We dived into my relationship issues a lot and I understand what Eddie was saying. The “relationship” that Buck and I had while Eddie and I were still together was emotional cheating, which proved my point. We were bad for each other. Eddie and I both rushed into this relationship after commitment issues on both sides, so we were destined for doom. Either way the pain inside of me from his affair with Ana wasn’t going away because I know that what I did didn’t warrant that. Instead of breaking it off or establishing clear boundaries, Eddie decided that cheating was the best route. So here I am feeling like less than a person over a toxic relationship we both should have some coming to an end. Buck’s POV Since Y/n didn’t want to come with me I was forced to suffer with my parents alone. It was worth it since Albert was there. “Uh, Albert, hey, check this out.” I showed Albert Y/n’s ultrasound picture. It was so cool to be a part of this process and I couldn’t help but show it off. “You brought more than takeout.” Albert replied, “Well, uh, Chimney didn't tell you?” “Yeah, that I've been gone less than a year and you're a father again? No.” God I hope my parents didn’t hear that. “Uh, no, not-not exactly.” “But that's a…” Albert started. “Baby. Buck...?” My mom was suddenly standing behind me. “Is there something you need to tell us? You're gonna be an uncle again!” My mom shouted as she jumped to conclusions. “Phillip! Maddie and Howard are gonna have another baby!” My mom yelled as she went to hug Chimney. “What?” Chim asked, confused. “That's fantastic! I had a feeling when you bought this house.” My dad replied. “I mean, it's a little soon to be pregnant again, but... Why not?!” Mom said. “This is very good news, Howard. Why didn't you tell us sooner? “ Chimney’s stepmom asked. “Uh, guys... Guys, we're... not pregnant.” He said. “You're not?” Mom asked. “No.” “Then who is?” Mom asked as she turned to me. “That’s what I was trying to say. Y/n is pregnant again. It’s a girl.” “You and Y/n are having another baby?” My dad asked. “No, mom is having a baby with Eddie.” Throughout all the confusion, everyone forgot Alex was sitting at the table on her tablet. “But, they're not together anymore so we're living with dad.” “Okay, let’s not deepdive into it. Give your mom some privacy.” When we got home it was time for a talk about privacy. “So Y/n and living with you while she’s pregnant with another man’s baby?” My dad asked. “And you’re going to help raise the baby?” “It's not like that. We’re not together, I’m just helping her while she figures a few things out. Also, if she wants of course I’ll help raise the baby but we haven’t thought that far ahead. We’re taking things day-by-day.” The way everyone except Maddie, Chimney, and Alex were looking at me I could tell they had a lot to say. “I think it's…” My mom started. “Here we go. “ I knew I was about to get an earful. “Great.” She finished. That shocked me. “Uh, yeah?” “You’re a wonderful father to Alex and I know if you need to be you’ll be a wonderful father to this little girl as well.” Dad replied. “Not only are you a good father but you’re a good man.” My mom said as she stepped towards me for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her. “Here. Dad, you want to see?” I said showing him the sonogram “Oh, absolutely.”  He said as he took the phone from me. “Phillip. You are going to allow this?” Howie’s dad asked. “It's not really for me to allow.” Dad replied. “A man cannot raise a child fathered by another man, it's unnatural.” Howie’s father reiterated. “Says the expert in child-rearing, huh? I would think you would relate to Buck's decision. Father them and let someone else raise them.” “Howie.” Albert explained. “Whoa, Chim. It's-it's okay.” I said. “A man who cannot control his family is not a man.” Howie’s dad added to already building tension. “Maybe a man who's too controlling forces his sons to hide from him in another country.” My dad fired back. “Okay, easy. Come on, Dad.” I said. “Children need to learn that actions have consequences.” “I'm sorry, but how is any of this your business?” my mom asked Howie’s dad. “He did announce it to everyone.” Albert’s mom said. ‘Well, that wasn't exactly my choice.” I said, making it clear. “It was a bad choice.” “My dad helping out my mom wasn’t a bad choice, you’re just mean.” Alex called out. “Alex. Honey, you can not talk to adults like that.” “See this is exactly what I am talking about. Your child has no manners and you plan to raise another?” “Oh, that's rich.” My dad replied yet again, kicking everything off. Everyone started to argue until due to a storm the lights went out.   “Buck, grab some candles, we got the doors”. Howie called me. As mom played with Jee and Alex, Maddie and I talked. “I think maybe Albert was right.” I said to Maddie. “Oh, I wouldn't say that out loud.” “Ever think about what it might've been like...?” “What?” “If Daniel had lived.” I asked her. “Yeah, sometimes.” “You?” Just then the lights came back on and everyone was relieved. “I think it would've been just like this.” Y/n’s POV (Think of this happening at the same time as Buck’s) I was sitting on the couch after cleaning when I heard a knock on the door. “Did you forget your key or something Buck?” I swung open the door and there stood Eddie. I crossed my arms and clenched my fists tight. The nerve he had to show up here. “What are you doing here Eddie?” “I’m here to talk to you. You haven’t spoken to me in a month. At least not without a third party being involved. I haven’t gone to any of your appointments since then.” “You barely went before so what’s the difference?” “Y/n, how long are we going to do this? Huh? Are we gonna be those parents that drag their kids through hell?” “Don’t do that. I can’t do this right now.” “So when are we going to do this? Talk things out?” “I don’t know Eddie. It’s only been a month.” “We need to talk about this.” “No. I need time. Time away from you. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to talk to you.” I went to shut the door on Eddie but he put his hand there to stop it. “I miss you Y/n. Christopher missed you.” “I miss Christopher too. He’s more than welcome over here, because you’re pissed with Buck you won’t let him over here.” Eddie was quiet. “Eddie, I want to move forward but I need to do it at my own pace. The way you’re behaving isn’t helping.  I mean I feel like you aren’t even sorry.” “I am sorry. I will always be sorry for what I did. Not only because I hurt you but because I destroyed everything we built when I did it. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “I hear you Eddie I do, but I still need time. Okay?” “Alright. I’ll go. I love you y/n.” I still loved Eddie but I didn’t know if I was in love with him anymore. “Goodbye, Eddie.” Time went on and eventually Buck came home. “Hey, where’s Alex?” “She’s spending the night at Maddie and Chim’s house.” “I thought the house wasn’t done and what clothes is she going to wear?” “Our daughter is a sneaky one. She put her clothes in my truck along with a sleeping bag. How am I supposed to say no to that?” “I’m sure it’s really easy but she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” “Yeah, she does.” Buck came and sat down beside me on the couch. “So it’s just the two of us tonight, what are we doing? “I was thinking of doing something a little risky…” “Oh really?” “Oh yeah.” “How risky we talking?” “Oh you know, I’m gonna change and slip into something a little more comfortable, and then…” “Then what?” “We’re gonna eat so much ice cream our guts explode and watch trashy reality tv.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Buck said. We’d always had that joking relationship that could be borderline sexual but now that we actually live together the sexual part was definitely a no-no. “I’ll be back.” I went upstairs to change. “What kind of ice cream we doing tonight, Rocky road or fudge?” “Ooh, let’s do a rocky road tonight.” I started to change when I felt a warm sensation in my pants. I looked down at my now ruined pants and noticed blood. I carefully rushed down the stairs. Buck was facing away from me but heard me come down the stairs. “You changed already, that was fast.” He turned around and saw my expression. “What’s the matter?” “I’m bleeding.” I could tell Buck wasn’t catching on to what I was saying. “Like down there.” Buck became a panicked nervous mess. “Oh my god! Okay. Let me grab my shoes and my keys and we’ll throw you in the car.” Before I could say anything he darted off. He looked around the front door and then made his way into the living room. “Where are my shoes? Where are my keys?” “Buck calm down. Your keys are on the hook and your shoes are in the room. I’m gonna put on a pad and change, while I’m doing that, call Dr.Manning.” “Alright.” I went into the room changed and put on a pad in case of more bleeding. When I came back down, Buck was waiting on me. “Dr.Manning is going to meet us at the hospital.” “Okay.” We made our way downstairs and got into the car when I realized I forgot to call Eddie. I went to reach my phone and couldn’t find it. “Buck, can you call Eddie? I left my phone inside the loft.” “Yeah of course.” Buck called Eddie but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey Eddie, I’m taking Y/n to the hospital to see Dr.Manning. Call me back when you get this,” He hung up and turned towards me. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” “No, I'm doing okay, just the bleeding.” I was trying to keep a leveled head but my mind was racing. It was going to places I didn’t want it to go. “You know when I was pregnant with Alex I had a scare kind of like this. I was in the hospital for 2 days. They said her heart rate was low and there was a chance I could lose her. What if I lose this baby Buck?” My tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. Buck grabbed my hand and caressed it.“Don’t think like that. We’re going to see Dr.Manning and she’s going to tell us that that beautiful baby girl of yours is okay and whatever is happening is probably normal, okay?” “Okay. Thanks Buck.” “Of course.” He said as he kissed my hand. Buck and I arrived at the hospital where Dr.Manning was waiting. She ushered us into the ultrasound room and began to take a sonogram. “Okay, let’s take a look.” She moved the wand around and I saw how she squinted at the screen. “Here’s the baby right here. Let’s hear this heartbeat.” She moved over and I heard her heartbeat. It sounded good or at least I think. “That’s a strong and healthy heart beat right there.” I let out a relieved breath. She moved the wand around more until she stopped at this big blob. “Okay, here’s the problem. You’re suffering from Placenta previa. It’s when the placenta completely or partially covers the opening of the uterus. How bad was the bleeding?” “If I was on my period I would say it’s a light flow.” “And are you still bleeding now.” “No, I don't feel anything.” “I’m gonna keep you here for the rest of the night and monitor everything. In the morning I’ll let you know whether or not you’ll be discharged. Let me just say since it’s your second child it’s more than likely gonna resolve itself. What’s your birthing plan?” “I planned on doing a vaginal birth.” “Okay. We’re going to do more appointments than usual and if this resolves itself we can go ahead with that plan. If not we’re going to have to do a c-section delivery. Okay?” “Alright.” “Dad is more than welcome to stay if he would like. I’m going to make sure a room is prepared and ready for you. Let me know if you need anything.” I didn’t feel like correcting her about Buck in any way. “Okay.” She departed the room and Buck and I sat there almost as if we were waiting on the other person to say something first.” “Do you want me to stay with you?” Buck said, breaking the silence. “Only if you’d like to.” “Of course I would. Do you want me to go home and get anything?” “No I’m okay. It’s just for the night right?” “Right.” Soon a nurse came and brought us to the room we would be staying in for the night and we got comfortable. Sometime throughout the night the anxiety left me and before I knew it I was asleep. I was awoken by a nurse and Dr. Manning coming in. Buck was already awake. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Just nervous to be honest.” “Well I have good news, we found nothing concerning while monitoring you over night so that means you can go home. We’ll be having more frequent visits but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” “That’s great thanks doc.” Buck replied. “Just doing my job, but this does mean a few things. No moderate or strenuous exercise, heavy lifting, standing for long periods of time and sadly no sexual intercourse or sexual activity that could lead to orgasm. At least until the baby is born.” I wanted to dig a hole so deep and crawl in it. “Any followup questions?” “Nope, I’m good. You got any, Y/n?” Buck replied with a grin. “She’s covered everything. Thanks, we’ll be out of your hair now.” Dr. Manning said her goodbyes to us, leaving alone to brew in the awkwardness. “No sex until the baby gets here. Well I guess there’s no point in you living with me anymore.” I believe that was Buck’s bad attempt at a joke. “Haha, so funny. Besides it’s mostly if the issue doesn’t resolve itself I think.” I don’t know why I answered like it was a serious possibility. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.” I quickly made my way out of the room in order to avoid talking about this any further.

[pocket-lad]

Alan Grant interacting with borrowers lives rent-free in my head, I loved his interactions with Adelaide in your previous story! Awkward though he is lol, he’s trying! I’d love to see if you had more ideas with Alan and Adelaide, or perhaps even another tiny! I can’t get enough of him 💕 Love your work, will definitely be back! 💞💞

I ADORE Alan interacting with borrowers. What an odd, awkward man.

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Alan wiped the sweat from his brow, the dry Western heat getting to him, and it wasn’t even midday yet. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and no matter how much he loved being out in the field, it wasn’t exactly easy. Paleontology was a slow, hard business.

He delicately lifted a rock from its position on the ground and set it out of the way. He returned his gaze to the spot it had been and his jaw dropped.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he mumbled, looking around as if this was some kind of joke. In the divot left behind by the rock sat one of the smallest people he’d ever seen. It was a borrower. And they were terrified of him.

“Ellie!” he called, making the borrower flinch.

A pang echoed in his heart when he remembered Ellie wasn’t there. She gave up dinosaurs after their experience at Jurassic Park. He couldn’t blame her, but he sure did miss her. And he could really use her help right now. She was the only other person he knew who knew of the existence of tiny people, and he found that she was much better at talking to them than he was. At least, she was with Adelaide. Alan couldn’t say he met any more tiny people after her.

He stared intently at the poor, huddled creature, wracking his brain for what to do. Despite the heat, it shivered like it was wintertime, and it looked like it had been out here for awhile. His presence probably wasn’t helping, but he couldn’t just leave it now.

Alan recounted every interaction he ever had with Adelaide. Admittedly, there weren’t many, but he had to find some useful information in there somewhere.

***

Having a frantic, small being on his neck wasn’t what he imagined, not that he could say he imagined something like this often. It was honestly just itchy. Every shift, every breath, left behind a faint tingle. Eventually, Alan couldn’t take it anymore. He reached for the spot and scratched at it. His hand barely grazed the small body on his shoulder.

Adelaide yelped and, overcompensating for the expected knock backwards, tumbled forward to get away. She flailed clean off Alan’s shoulder, but was able to grab a hold of the fabric of his shirt before she hit the hard Earth below. She hung there, breathing heavily.

She couldn’t let go. If she let go, she’d die. She couldn’t stay there. If she stayed there, he’d grab her or she'd either lose strength and fall and die. She couldn’t climb back up. That’s where she just was, and he tried to grab her. Adelaide’s arms strained.

Alan thought he lost the ability to breathe. Ten minutes in and he nearly killed the girl. But it wasn’t necessarily his fault.

Seeing her hanging there, arms shaking from the stress, he reached in to pluck her off his shirt.

Adelaide couldn’t see the fingers, but she could feel their presence through the heat they gave off. They closed in, each one looking to wrap around her and pry her away. What she did to piss them off, she couldn’t say, but they approached at an impossible speed.

She used the last of her strength to pull herself up into a curled position, if only to prolong contact for at least a few seconds. A screechy sound resembling “No!” came out of her mouth.

Alan’s fingers coiled around her, securing her limbs in place. Adelaide could feel the blood pounding through them as they tightened around her. The texture of his rough skin grated on hers, and she wished desperately she could pull away.

But the fingers stopped. Alan registered her scream and paused, then slowly uncurled his fingers. “What did I do?”

The thunderous rumble of Alan’s voice startled Adelaide. It was so close and so enveloping, it knocked her right off his shirt.

Alan easily caught her in a cupped palm, but before he could even bring her in sight to figure out what the heck was going on, she panicked and jumped onto his shirt again, clinging for dear life and pulling her legs away from his hand.

Absolutely baffled, Alan didn’t know how to proceed. He did not sign up for this. Adelaide was a marvel, yes, and he wanted to know everything about her, but he was deeply unequipped to deal with such a frightened little…thing. This time, he kept his hand underneath her when he spoke, since it seemed to startle her right off his shirt last time. At the last second, he also thought to lower his volume.

“Are you…can I…can I…help you?”

“No,” Adelaide called, tightening her jaw.

“Okay. Are you going to climb back up?”

Adelaide didn’t respond, trying to calm herself down.

Alan didn’t know how long he could do this. And he thought normal people were confusing.

“Why did you do that?” Adelaide’s voice warbled.

“I’m not…Do what?”

“Try to grab me!”

“When?”

“Just now!” Adelaide didn’t know how much longer she could hang on.

“I didn’t try to…You mean when I scratched my neck?”

Without a reply, impatient, and a little fed up, Alan gathered her into his hand and, just as he expected, she instantly tried to get away. The feeling of tiny limbs pressing on his fingers tickled, at least when he felt them. He had a suspicion that most of her efforts were going unnoticed.

Before she could get herself killed, Alan bent down and placed her on a log. In an effort to put distance between herself and the giant, Adelaide nearly backed right off the log, but caught herself just in time. Her eyes darted around in search of clues to his intentions. Or an escape route.

“I don’t really carry tiny people around, so you’ll have to forgive my…inexperience.”

Adelaide crossed her arms. “I’m not tiny.”

Alan paused, then decided to ignore what she said. He wasn’t going to waste time arguing about that. “You were moving. It itched. I scratched at it. I wasn’t grabbing you.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“That never happens with Malcolm?”

“No,” Adelaide lied. “It’s hard to think straight when a hand two times your size comes barrelling at you on the top of a mountain.”

“Look, ah, Adelaide. Neither of us asked for this. But to get back, I’m gonna need you to trust me. Unless you want to walk?” After a beat of silence where Adelaide just shifted uncomfortably, he continued. “Can I ask you to trust me?”

“Can I ask you to not grab me?” she shot back.

“Can I ask you to stop moving so much?”

“Well can I ask you…” Adelaide needed the last word, but realized too late she had run out of things to say. Alan’s piercing gaze stayed trained on her while he waited for an answer. She didn’t know this man. She didn’t know his intentions and she didn’t know if she could trust him and she didn’t know if she could keep her fidgeting to a minimum. But what other choice did she have? “Yes. Yeah, you can.”

Alan held his hand out, but she stepped in the opposite direction. He sighed. “I’m not going to grab you.”

Adelaide nodded, hyping herself up to climb back on.

“Come on, before a hungry compsognathus wanders in,” he chuckled. Adelaide’s eyes went wide and she glanced around as if the animals were already there and ready to strike. That probably wasn’t the best joke for the moment.

She still hesitated before she stepped on, but they were back on track in no time. Alan did notice her efforts as she tried to keep still, even if they had little effect. This time, he resisted the urge to scratch.

When Malcolm first pulled Adelaide out on the helicopter, Alan thought it had to be some kind of animal or doll, or he was hallucinating. But she was very, very real, and very much a person. And somehow, the mystery and surprise of the impossibly miniscule person with Ian Malcolm had nothing to do with the mysteries and surprises of Jurassic Park. A million questions ran through his head, none of which he felt comfortable voicing aloud at the time. That moment shifted his worldview permanently, and he wasn’t sure if it was for the better or for the worse just yet.

Alan understood Adelaide’s trepidation to some degree. It was clear she was terrified of him, and even more so the kids, despite her insistence on hiding it. She was stuck in a world far too big for her, far away from home, relying on virtual strangers to keep her alive. How that loud, arrogant Malcolm character won her over, he had no clue.

But she also had to understand that out of all the present dangers, he should be the least of her worries, right? Alan had no ill will toward her, and he planned to get her back to safety just as he did himself and the kids. She had to know that to some extent. The faster she came to realize that, the easier this would be. Probably.

Adelaide shifted and his neck twitched. It was going to be a long, long trek back.

***

Okay.

Don’t invade their space. Don’t call them tiny. Don’t grab. Don’t mention hungry animals.

None of that advice seemed to apply here.

“Ah...hello,” he said awkwardly. The being jumped, but he persisted. “I’m Alan. Believe it or not, I’ve met sma-…people like you before.”

The borrower started to crawl backwards.

“Can I help you get somewhere?”

Nothing.

“Should I…put the rock back?”

Nothing.

He probably shouldn’t put the rock back. To have a giant drop a boulder near you could not be comforting. Comforting…How could he be comforting?

“It’s alright,” he said in a tone that couldn’t be any less soothing if he tried. Great. Smooth.

He needed to get this person out of here because if he didn’t, somebody else on the team was bound to find them, and while the interaction would probably go infinitely more smoothly than the one he was having right now, there was a small chance it would be much, much worse, and he couldn’t take that chance.

“It’s alright,” he repeated, in a tone that was marginally more soothing.

The rule was to not grab. Adelaide hated when anyone grabbed her, including Ian. Personally, Alan wanted nothing to do with that man ever again, but he would kill for his phone number right now. And phone service. If only to ask him what to do, or even better, ask Adelaide what to do.

As the minutes passed though, Alan desperately wanted to disregard the no-grab rule. It would freak the borrower out, probably for life, but he could get this over with and be on his way. But then he wouldn’t know which way to go, because at that point, there was no world in which the borrower would talk to him. He wished he never picked up the damn rock.

And so, Alan just sat there, He settled down in the dirt and got in the most comfortable position he could, which was not very comfortable. He was deeply aware of the passing time and how much of it he was wasting, but he wouldn’t budge until this borrower talked to him, or at least made some kind of decision.

Sometimes he would look off into the distance, sometimes he would look back at his crew, sometimes he would glance at the borrower. Every time he did, they shied away.

Patience is a virtue, he repeated to himself. Patience is a virtue, one that he was well practiced in. His job was to dig up dinosaur bones. If he could sit under the blazing sun for hours on end, only to come up with a singular stegosaur vertebra, and call that a wildly successful day, then he could sit with this tiny person who needed his help. But as time dragged on, it was clear his patience didn’t extend far beyond paleontology.

“What do you want?”

The voice was so faint, he almost didn’t hear it. Alan looked down at them and, again, they flinched back. “I want to get back to my job.”

“O - Oh, I-” They started to back away more frantically

Alan rubbed his forehead in frustration. “No, I didn’t mean…We're digging up dinosaur bones. You are in our direct path, and I’m trying to get you out of here before anyone else finds you…I met one of your kind a while back, so I know you would rather be anywhere else, and I’d love it if we could both continue on with our day, alright?”

“O - Okay.”

“Now, will you let me help you?”

“Okay.”

“Great,” Alan said as he offered his hand. They moved even further back, then looked up at him, searching his eyes for any kind of deceit. It was remarkable how similar they behaved to Adelaide when they were frightened, as if it was an ingrained behavior for the species.

They then studied his hand as if it was a trap waiting to spring closed. After a careful minute of consideration, they stepped on.

Alan wasted no time getting to his feet. “Where to?”

When he didn’t get an answer, he looked down. The borrower pointed north. Good enough for now.

The whole time, he could feel them trembling in his hand. He spouted off comforting words - “It’s alright, it’s okay, you’re doing great” - but he couldn’t seem to muster even an ounce of emotionality, so he doubted his words had any effect.

“Okay,” they said again after some time.

“Is that all you can say?” Alan chuckled. The joke didn’t seem to land. “Is this it?”

He looked around. The area was a bit busier than the dig site - more rocks, more plants, hillier terrain. He didn’t see any sign of civilization, but then again he probably wasn’t supposed to. This only made him more curious, but he knew not to snoop, unless he wanted to freak the small people out beyond repair.

The borrower nodded in response to his question. Wasting no time, Alan set them down. Before his hand even touched the ground, they were off, sprinting toward a pile of rocks. Not once did they look back.

Alan stayed crouched as he watched them go, baffled by the interaction and by the last hour of his life. He watched until they disappeared, then stood up, brushed himself off, and unceremoniously headed back to camp.

What did he know? He knew that there were more borrowers than just Adelaide, and that they were apparently pretty widespread. He knew that some lived indoors while others lived outside. He knew they didn’t like humans, regardless of their experiences with them. He wondered if the little guy would tell their borrower family and friends about him. The image made him laugh.

It was a privilege to be able to witness life at a smaller scale, to witness something most people didn’t know existed or didn’t know was even possible. Alan would remain intrigued by them probably for the rest of his life, but personally, he’d be happy if he never had to have an interaction like that ever again. He should call Ellie.

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Absolute Faves Monday

@cap-ironman, in no particular order:

"One-Man Army" by Captain_Panda

Takes place immediately after the Chitauri attack in Avengers 1. Steve is running himself into the ground. Tony notices. Then Steve gets knocked down hard. And Tony intervenes.

Mt. Everest. The fic that I've made 20+ fanarts for, the one that's been ricocheting around my noggin since I first read it. Ahh, OMA. You big, bombastic beauty.

"Role of a Lifetime" by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

It’s been almost a year since Tony was rescued from the Ten Rings by SHIELD. In this time, Tony has forged a new path for Stark Industries and taken on a new under-the-radar role as a consultant for SHIELD. Tony’s SHIELD job eventually brings him into contact with the newest Captain America, who’s a pretty cool guy, though for security reasons Tony can’t know his real name or see his face without the Captain America mask. This is also about the time that Tony notices a certain Mr. Stevens, a new hire in SI’s corporate office...

This AU….this AU… I tell ya, THIS AU….this is some high-quality, top-grade, cutting-edge, organically grown, grass-fed, imdb ten of ten, five-star michelin, test-tube perfection, new york bestseller, billboard luster, knockout buster shiz.

"Meso Park" by Captain_Panda

As the head theropod keeper for A.I.M.'s extraordinary new project, Steve Rogers wants a smooth summer opening. Then the unthinkable happens, on the same day the investor of a lifetime arrives, ready to throw his support behind the world's most ambitious theme park. Can Meso Park survive the upheaval? Can Steve? Tune in to this dinosaur-themed adventure inspired by Michael Crichton's classic, Jurassic Park.

I've said it many times before, I'll say it again: if Meso Park has 100 fans, I'm one of em. If Meso Park has 10 fans, I'm one of em. If Meso Park has 1 fan, that fan is me. If Meso Park has 0 fans, I am no longer alive. It's not yet finished and I'm already sure it's the fic of the decade. That's just Meso Park for you.

"Gather Ye Rosebuds" by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution. He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether. Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

I read this Way Back When, and I remember thinking I'd never seen such a convincing portrayal of MCU SteveTony and how a genuine relationship between the two of them could emerge while still accounting for (hold your puke) canon. Still rock-solid all the way through; knock against the fic at any point, and it will answer back with a fun two-part joke. Lush stuff.

"The First Time I Went Dancing Sober" by schemingreader

Steve Rogers is a great physical therapist who works with sick kids. Tony Stark is a damaged biotech engineering genius who really wants to be one of the good guys.

I've recc'd this before so I won't blabber on but rest assured it is heartwrenchingly good.

"But Your Spirit is Untainted; I Can Dedicate You Still" by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist)

The incursions crisis is over, and Steve and Tony have gotten back together, but nothing is the same as it was. Fearing that things are broken between them forever, Steve asks Tony something unexpected to try to make things right. Or, Steve asks if Tony really meant what he said when he asked Steve to hurt him. Sequel to Might Have Cherished You More Wisely.

I couldn't give less of a FUCK that this isn't technically finished. It is finished, to ME. The character-building in this story is just rich and fleshy and the stuff of true finesse. I read this every once in a while just to have the taste of masterful storytelling on my tongue. You should, too ;)

"Sins of Omission" by Kiyaar (@kiyaar)

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks. In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot. Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

When I first came across this fic, I devoured it in about 2 days and proceeded to be devoured by it for the next 2 months. :) Lovely stuff!

"Catechism" by manic_intent (@manic-intent)

Inspired by fanart seen on tumblr, this is an End of Days story, with all the Avengers as Archangels. Tony had always known that he was a special snowflake. He just hadn't realized exactly how special.

Listen. I'm a simple gal. This ticks off all the boxes, uh-hello!

"not gruesome, just human" by isozyme (@isozyme)

“I need to crash on someone’s couch for a while. Your couch. I need to crash on your couch,” Tony says. Steve’s mouth opens. If he asks why Tony’s going to bolt, he can feel the certainty of it under his sternum. He doesn’t have a sternum anymore, just a tangle of metal under his skin. Too many things have punched through it to get to his heart. There hasn’t been enough bone left to reconstruct anything made of flesh in a long time. “There’s borscht on the stove,” Steve says.

Raw. Punchy. Kind of makes me want to weep. Kind of makes me smile. Lotsa stuff that you can only write about when you've been down and which after reading will lift you right back up.

And I'll stop myself there because I could definitely just go on and on and on.

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[faintlyglow]

oh hello garden childhood friends AU👀 please feel free to elaborate headcanons on this if you’re up to it. you got me reallyyy interested

hehehehe, hello. it's an idea me and @hymbeauxs were talking about recently!! the basic gist is: what if lonely nerd gordon and troubled loner warren met as kids and got to make each other's lives a little better by growing up as friends? some thoughts!

It's 1993, Warren and Gordon are two lonely, nerdy kids who meet in line on opening night to see Jurassic Park. (We originally discussed them meeting at a showing of LOTR, bc you just know Gordon was vibrating with excitement when those films came out.)

They live in two different parts of town, they don't go to school together. Gordon doesn't know anything about Warren's family, Warren doesn't know anything about Gordon getting bullied at school. They just happen across each other at this movie they're both bonkers excited for, and they bond over it.

Gordon makes one of his dorky but endearing jokes, and just like that they're friends. They sit next to each other during the movie. In the dark, Warren smiles over how excitable Gordon is when anything cool happens onscreen.

They swap phone numbers and keep up their burgeoning friendship by sneakily calling each other. Gordon's parents are a little absent, and Warren's dad is...difficult, so usually Warren will call Gordon first.

And, god, it's just nice. Warren isn't used to having friends, so having Gordon to talk to makes his chest feel funny (in a good way).

Warren learns about Lord of the Rings after Gordon flips over him never having heard of it and proceeds to tell him the entire plot. ("Seriously, Warren. You have to read it. I will lend you my copy, just. Please.")

He does read it. Warren likes Arwen a lot. For some reason, she makes him think of Gordon. Warren doesn't dwell on it.

Some snapshots of their friendship as they get older:

Whereas Gordon is the LOTR nerd, Warren is lowkey a walking encyclopedia of dinosaur facts. Them hanging out is peak neurodivergent to neurodivergent communication.

When they're a little older, Warren will sometimes sneak out to go visit Gordon. Gordon's parents are gone a lot, but he feels less lonely when Warren is there. They even come up with a secret knock so Gordon can always tell it's Warren whenever he comes over.

At age 15/16, Warren gets sentenced to some time in a juvenile detention place for punching Clive. Clive absolutely deserved it, but Warren very rarely gets treated fairly, so off he goes to be punished. He worries what Gordon will think. He didn't expect that Gordon would follow through on his promise to call as often as possible. But he does. For the time Warren is in juvie, talking to Gordon on the phone is a fucking lifeline for him.

When Warren gets out, he learns that Gordon is in a band now. His heart beats very very fast the first time he sees Gordon perform.

Anddddd, that's all for now folks lol. Please feel free to ask @hymbeauxs for her thoughts as well! We are very much alike, same road different directions, so if you like this AU, you will almost definitely like anything from her. Plus, she writes incredible garden fics that make me want to scream forever lol

[tyrantisterror]

I want to talk about Harley Quinn for a bit, unprompted by anything, because fuck you it’s my blog I do what I want.

Because I’m a nerd who thinks too much about stories I like to sort the stages of my life by the heroes that defined them.  Godzilla was the hero of my childhood, a big dinosaur who taught a bullied kid me that you have a right to dig in your feet and assert who you are even when the world is against you for it.  Spider-Man was the hero of my teens, helping me cope with learned just how chaotic the adult world I was preparing to enter is and survive the rocky road to growing up.  Sherlock Holmes was the hero of my college years, a person who found what he wanted to do in life and devoted himself entirely to it, which is what I tried to do in turn.

Harley Quinn is the hero of my current stage.  I know most people would find that weird since she’s, like, a supervillain most of the time, and at best a very amoral anti-hero, but I mean it entirely sincerely.  And she’s the hero of my current age in part because she’s defined so much by her failures.

In almost every incarnation, Harley’s backstory begins with her going to college and pursuing a career that will bring her material success and prestige, as so many people in my generation were told to do.  She does as instructed and gets that career, only to immediately be shown the grim reality of what she signed up for, and getting broken by the stress that comes with the job almost immediately.  Saying she became a supervillain is actually generous because Harley really becomes a supervillain’s henchman, completely subservient to and exploited by a character who’s basically a personification of the corruption that made her dream job a living hell.

As a villain/henchman, Harley’s fun but a bit limited.  She exists to provide comic relief - both by being a goofier, lighter sort of evil compared to the other, more dangerous villains, and by being just debauched enough herself that we can laugh when she fails and gets knocked on her ass.  She’s a punching bag for the narrative, a joke to be laughed at and only occasionally pitied (but never enough to keep us from rooting for her to lose).

It’s important to note here that Harley was initially created for Batman the Animated Series, which is specifically a version of the Batman story where redemption doesn’t happen.  There have been papers written on this, even.  Because B:TAS was a serialized story designed to go on as long as the executives at Warner Bros thought it was making money, its villains had to stay villains, because if they ever changed from that they’d no longer serve their narrative purpose.  There are countless episodes where various villains try to turn over a new leaf (including one for Harley), but they always end with the villain in question backsliding into villainy.  As one critic pointed out, it’s kind of Calvinist that way: you’re either good or bad from creation, and no matter what you try to do you can’t change that, no matter how much you might want to be good.  A B:TAS villain has no choice but to be a villain till the story ends, and the story is never meant to end.

Comic books are also serialized and meant to be endless, so in this way B:TAS is pretty true to the source material.  However, because of just how long comics have gone on, sometimes writers are given permission to shake things up and change the status quo for a bit, to keep people engaged.  And while these changes are generally dialed back (there’s countless jokes about how rarely even death sticks in comics), occasionally they prove popular enough to become the new status quo.  It’s not common, but it has happened.

And this is where Harley goes from fun to inspiring - because Harley made a new status quo.

Being incredibly popular, Harley Quinn eventually got her own comic book series, which is a pretty big deal for a glorified henchman.  And because it was her comic series, the writers had to figure out who Harley was without the presence of Batman or the Joker, the characters who had defined her up to this point.  They looked at Harley’s personality and backstory and tried to figure out what Harley would do on her own.

And the result was something really interesting.  She stopped being a henchman, and ultimately proved too good-natured to be a villain, yet a bit too chaotic  and counter-culture to be a traditional hero, while also being too plucky and sweet to resemble most comic book anti-heroes.  Her background as a psychologist became more prominent as people realized that a comic book world actually kind of desperately needs some good psychologists around, and her wildcard status made her bounce off of other characters, both villains and heroes, in interesting ways few other characters could do.

It was fun and interesting and popular, so it stuck.  Harley, who was born in one of the most rigidly static versions of the Batman mythos, where villains stay villains and heroes stay heroes, broke the status quo and remade it.  Harley, who was originally defined by her failure and victimization, made a whole new role for herself, and found success despite it all.  The punching bag became so beloved that the rules of the universe bent for her, and what once was the sum of her character became just an added wrinkle of backstory to creating the trickster that comics fans love.

Harley went to college, got her dream career, promptly got her ass kicked by said career when it turned out to suck ass, and spent a decade or so going through hell before finally discovering who she really wanted to be, and then became that person to the love and support of all.  That’s why Harley Quinn is inspiring, and that’s why she’s my hero.

[lunarsun12]

Trip To The Amusement Park

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Chan decided to take his family, to an amusement park. With a bit of grumbling mainly from Changbin, as he hates hanging out with his family excluding Han. During the trip, Chan saw a text from Sana inviting him to watch their dance practice. Of course Chan agreed, as he wants to supports his friend and as well simp for their music hard.

It was end of the trip, everyone was gathered at the entrance. Chan did his usual head count and discovered somone is missing.

With time at a crunch, will Chan able to find his members fast. Before he loses the chance to be a fanboy?

Back At Stray Kids Chat

Today 12:00

Bangchan🐺: SEUNGMIN AND HYUNJIN WHERE ARE YOU TWO! I counted 5!

Bangchan🐺: Also Han stop filming me!!

Han🐿️: I gotta to keep it as memory! It’s hilarious!

Felix☀️: Appa! It’s not Seungmin! Seungmin has been consoling Innie after the haunted house

Bangchan🐺: Binnie!!

Changbin🙄: I’m standing right next to you! How about we leave whoever is missing and maybe they will comeback

Chan gave Changbin are glare. Which Changbin immediately hide behind Felix.

Bangchan🐺: I’m sure you Eomma, will turn up sooner or later. Let me find Hyunjin

10mins later…

Hyunjin🕺: WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!!

I.N🦊: More like where are you? Appa is about to do the announcement for lost kids!

Hyunjin🕺: I dunno where I am…I see lots of dinosaurs…

Seungmin🐶: How an earth did you end up at Jurassic Park!?

Hyunjin🕺: I followed this cute green dino!! And then I turn around and saw everyone is gone!

Bangchan🐺: Hyunjin sit tight! We come and get you! I have to hurry before I really get scolded by Sana for being late again…

Felix☀️: Auntie Sana? You said, we have to be home as it is dangerous to be out late!

Seungmin🐶: Lix…Appa gets excited if Sana invites him over for their dance practice. He always use that excuse when we on a family outing

Felix☀️: So? It is not dangerous to be out late? INNNIE! We can go to that place where hyunjin always go!

Changbin🙄: How about? The pc cafe and not where hyunjin goes!

I.N🦊: Why?? Hyunjin always brags he want to take us there! He said it full of cool people

Changbin🙄: How can you two be so clueless!! Hyunjin goes out at night to drink with his friends!

Felix☀️: On second thought…I think we should go to the PC cafe. His friends creeps me out…

I.N🦊: i don’t understand…but if Lix says his friends are weird! Then I believe him!

Felix☀️: I may not followed him before…and…I also got mobbed and nearly got taken away

30mins later…

Bangchan🐺: Okay everyone is here! Oh my the run from the entrance to Jurassic park was such a trek!

Seungmin🐶: We wouldn’t have to take so long! If someone hasn’t seen the cotton candy stand

Han🐿️: What?? It’s like hyunjin will die. I don’t think it is even possible!

Bangchan🐺: Okay everyone here! Wait 6!? Who am I missing!

Hyunjin🕺: Has anyone seen Eomma? He was been gone since animal kingdom

Bangchan🐺: THAT WHO I AM MISSING!

Bangchan🐺: ughhhh! I’m gonna miss the practice! You people should not get lost!!

1 hour later…

Bangchan🐺: WHERE IS HE!! I checked the cat kingdom three times!!

Bangchan🐺: Also Han why did you steal Innie Churros! You know he loves them!

Han🐿️: I was saving time! As someone complained last time

I.N🦊: Jokes on you…it fell on the floor and Binnie knocked me over

Han🐿️: You can have them back…

Lee Know🐱: Hello!

Felix☀️: Eomma! Where are you!? We have been looking everywhere for you! Appa is about lose it!

Lee Know🐱: I went home

Bangchan🐺: YOU WENT HOME! WITHOUT TELLING ME!!

Seungmin🐶: That was unexpected…I thought he will be stuck at cat kingdom…

Lee Know🐱: Why do I have tell you! It was getting boring as you all scared to go on that rollercoaster except for Felix…

Bangchan🐺: Oh my goodness! We spent 1 hour looking for Lee Know. He was home all along! I could have done something productive

Seungmin🐶: Uh huh…btw Appa Auntie Sana said she had to give away your concert ticket…

Bangchan🐺: LEE KNOW IM GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS!

[stardustcrusader]

So I stopped at a Jack-in-the-Box on the way here and the girl said 'Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?' not 'How are you doing today?' but 'Are you having an awesome day?' Which is pretty shitty because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I'm not having an 'awesome day,' I'm suddenly the negative one. Usually when people ask me how I'm doing the real answer is I'm doing shitty, but I can't say I'm doing shitty because I don't even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say 'I'm doing shitty,' and they're like 'Why? What's wrong?' and I have to be like 'I dunno, all of it.' So instead when people ask me how I'm doing I say 'I am doing so great.' But when this girl in the Jack-in-the-Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought 'Well today, I'm actually allowed to feel shitty. Today I have a good reason.' So I said 'My mom died.' and she immediately burst into tears. So I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile there's a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these really judgey looks because I made the Jack-in-the-Box girl cry. And she's bawling and she's saying 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!' and I'm like, 'It's fine, it's fine. I mean it's not fine, but you know it's fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal and I've kinda got somewhere to be, so less with the crying and more with the frying, huh?' Then the girl apologizes again, and offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I'm leaving I think 'I just got a free churro because my mom died. No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.' [Throat clearing] Anyways, that's not part of the uh, okay, here we go. Let's do this. Here I am, Bojack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let's go." [...] "Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. She was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time she went to a parade. And one time she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale; I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman. Lived a full life, that lady, all the way to the end--which is uh, now, I guess. It really makes you think though, huh? Life, right? It goes by, stuff happens, then you die. Okay, well that's my time, tip your waitress. Nah, I'm just kidding around. There's no waitress, but that's all I have to say about my mother. No point in beating a dead horse, right? So [inhales] Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you're proud of me. Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother and I can just talk and talk without her asking me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No, you sure? I mean I don't wanna embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy. So, seriously if you want me to sit down and let someone else have a turn, knock once and I will not be offended. No? Your funeral. Sorry about the closed-casket by the way. She wanted an open-casket but, uh she's dead now, so who cares what she wanted. No, that sounds bad. [Stuttering] I'm sorry, but I-I think if she could've seen what she looked like dead she would've agreed it's better this way. I mean she looked like this. [Agonized expression] Kinda like a pissed off toy dinosaur. Coroner couldn't get her eyes closed so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish; or as my mom called it: Tuesday. Tuesday. My mom called it Tuesday. Hey mom, what'd you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy. [Clears throat] Here's a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh cool jacket I wanted to wear because I thought it made me look like Albert Brooks. For months I saved up for this jacket and when I finally had enough I went to the store and it was gone. They'd just sold it to someone else. So I went home and I told my mother and she said 'Let that be a lesson: that's the good that comes from wanting things.' She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault. But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket... and even though she didn't know how to say it, I knew that she loved me. Now that's a good story about my mother--it's not true. But it's a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it thinking 'That's the kind of story I wanna tell about my parents when they die.' But I don't have any stories like that. All I know about being good I learned from TV. And in TV flawed characters are always showing they care with these surprising grand gestures; and I think a part of me still believes that's what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn't enough. You need to be consistent. You need to be dependably good. You can't just screw everything up and take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend or solve a mystery and fly to Kansas. You need to do it everyday, which is so hard. When you're a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough. That even though your parents aren't what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment they might surprise you with something... wonderful. I kept waiting for that. The proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me, and cared about me, and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting. Hey Mom. Knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter. [Silence] My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing--hence the face. If you'd seen her, I swear to god, the only thing you'd be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression. I was in the hospital in those last moments and they were truly horrifying. Full of nonsensical screams and cries, but there was this one moment, this one instant of strange... calm. Where she looked in my direction and said 'I See You.' That's the last thing she said to me. 'I See You.' Not a statement of judgement or disappointment. Just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. 'Hello there. You are a person, and I see you.' Lemme tell ya, it's a weird thing to feel at fifty four years old that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It's an odd realization that that's the thing you've been missing; the only thing you've been wanting all along. To be seen. And it doesn't feel like a relief to finally be seen, it feels mean. Like 'Oh, turns out that you knew what I wanted and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.' I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy Hopper. About how I was needy, and a burden, and an embarrassment. All that I was ready for. I was not ready for 'I See You.' Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I'm giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn't about connection. Maybe it was a... maybe it was an 'I See You' like 'I SEE YOU' like 'You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.' That's more my mom's speed. Or... maybe she just literally meant 'I see you... You are an object that has entered my field of vision.' She was pretty out of it at the end there, so maybe it's dumb to try to attribute it to anything. Back in the 90's I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin' Around. Please hold your applause. And I remember one time a fan asked me 'Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup's missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?' And I didn't have the heart to like, 'No man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.' So instead I was like 'Yeah.' And maybe this is the coffee cup. Maybe we're dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says 'I See You.' it just means 'I see you.' Then again, maybe she wasn't even talking to me, because if I'm being honest, she wasn't really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I wanted to think she was talking to me. But honestly she was so far gone at that point who knows what she was seeing. Who're talking to, ma? Not saying, huh? Staying mum." [...] "Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago from injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like ‘Wait did you say he died in a duel?’ and ‘Who dies in a duel?’ The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided that he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor and he claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man. So he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter saying ‘anyone who didn’t like his book he would challenge to a duel.’ Anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night at a hotel. Well eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana who was about as batshit as he was and he took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d read the book and what he’d thought, but not looking where he was going, he tripped over an exposed root, fell, and bashed his head on a rock. I wish I’d known to go to Jack-in-the-Box then. Maybe could’ve gotten a free churro. Would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. Mind you, during my entire life I had never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said ‘My husband is dead and everything is worse now.’ ‘My husband is dead and everything is worse now.’ I dunno why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kinda thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped that one day someone would say that about her. My mother is dead and everything is worse now. Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance and replaced it with crippling debt. Which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. Bad news you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house. Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by ‘everything is worse now.’ Is that what you meant, Mom? I gotta say I’m really carrying this double-act. At least with Penn and Teller, at least the quiet one does card tricks.” [...] “What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One’s well-read and the other’s a huge bitch. Yeah might’ve gone a little too far with that one. That might’ve been too ‘huge bitch’ for the room. I’m sorry, Mother, you’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch... and now you’re dead. You know the first time I ever performed in front of an audience was actually with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make [inhales] she used to make me sing the lollipop song... And those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts and ethically insensitive vaudeville routines and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties and she did this incredible number and it was so beautiful... and sad. Dad hated those parties. He locked himself in the study and would bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He'd linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe as this cynical, despicable woman he married took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace--it meant something. We understood each other in a way; me and my mom and my dad. As screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it's like to feel your entire life like you're drowning with the exception of these moments. These very rare, brief instances in which you suddenly remember you can swim. But then again, mostly not. Mostly you're drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it, too... and Dad. All three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that's what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said 'I See You.' You know the weird thing about both your parents being dead is that it means you're next. I mean, it's not like there's a waitlist for dying; any one of us could be run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment and you'd think that knowing that would make us more adventurous and kind and forgiving, but it makes us small and stupid and petty. I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I'm an actor. I do my own stunts. I work on this show Philbert. I'm Philbert. It hasn't come out yet, but it's getting heavy buzz. And, oh, speaking of buzz I'm supposed to take two of these every morning, but my mornings are so screwed up because of the shooting schedule I don't even know what mornings mean anymore. There's a joke in there about a guy who's been to so many funerals he doesn't even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure out what that one means for yourselves. Anyway, wanna know what I thought when I was falling off that building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died: 'Won't they be sorry.' Cool thought, brain." [...] "I don't even know what 'they' I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was, and of course, my dad's dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him from all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe he didn't. Dunno. Never read it--'cause why would I give him that? I used to be on this TV show Horsin' Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause. Well held. It was written by my friend, Herb Kazzaz, who's also dead now, and this little girl named Sarah Lynn, and it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note: 'Maybe don't mention they're orphans so much, since audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.' But I never thought the orphans were sad, I always thought they were lucky because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for. Anyway, we did this one season finale when Olivia's birth mother comes to town and she was a junkie, but she's gotten herself cleaned up and she wants to be in Olivia's life again. And of course, she's just like a perfect, grown-up version of Olivia and they go to the mall and get her ears pierced like she's always wanted and--sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin' Around if you're still... working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her 'Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.' But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous. When the mom says she's moving the California, Olivia decides to go with her--and the network really juiced the cliffhanger. Is Olivia gone for good? But, of course, it's a TV show; she's not gone for good. But, of course, it's a TV show; Olivia's mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home--getting rides from Mr. T, Malf, and the cast of Snop. Because of course that's what happened. What're you gonna do? Not have Olivia on the show? You can't have happy endings in sitcoms--not really--because then the show would be over and above all else the show has to keep going. There's always more show. And you can call Horsin' Around dumb or bad or unrealistic but there's nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending because there's always more show. I guess until there isn't. My mom would hate it if she knew I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show, or maybe she'd think it was funny that her idiot son couldn't even do this right; who knows. She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is that she wanted an open casket and that her idiot son couldn't even do that right. I'm not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever knew how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me. 'I See You.' 'I. C. U.' Jesus Christ. We were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro. You know the shittiest thing about all this? Is when that stranger behind the counter that gave me that free churro is that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me in her entire god damn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack-in-the-Box didn't even know me. I'm your son. All I had was you. [Inhales.] I had this friend and right around when I first met her, her dad died and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later she told me she didn't understand why she was still upset because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me because I went through the same thing when my dad died and I'm going through the same thing now. You know what it's like? It's like that show Becker. You know, with Ted Dansen? I watched the entire run of that show hoping it would get better and it never did. It had all the right pieces but it just--it couldn't put them together and when it got cancelled I was really bummed out. Not because I liked the show but because I knew it could be so much better and now it never would be and that's... what losing a parent is like. It's like Becker. Suddenly you realize you'll never have the good relationship you wanted and as long as they were alive, even though you'd never admit it, part of you--the stupidest goddamn part of you--was still holding onto that chance. And you didn't even realize it until that chance went away. My mother is dead and everything is worse now. Because now I know I'll never have a mother who looks at me from across the room and says 'Bojack Horseman, I see you.' But I guess it's good to know. Good to know that there is nobody looking out for me. That there never was. That there never will be. So, it's good to know that I'm the only one I can depend on. And I know that now and it's good. It's good that I know that. So. It's good my mother's dead. Well, no point in beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938 and died in 2018 and I have no idea what she wanted... Unless she just wanted what we all want. To be seen.

-- Bojack Horseman, Season 5 Episode 6 "Free Churro"

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph ch 123 english fan translation

This chapter was released officially in English without any spoilers, so this was just for fun. I have included some extra promo material that wasn't translated along with the offical, though. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 123: Footrace in Ancient Times

Reaching into the past to find the reason for his own existence.....!!

Yuu: Open up, past of mine. Let's see what the hell you are.

*LOUD door opening sound*

Yuu: The ocean?

Yuu: I don't think there's a way to tell how far back in the past we are just by the ocean....

Mika: You'll see soon.

Yuu: Why soon?

Mika: Just get out there. You'll get it.

*pterodactyl screech*

Yuu: What was that?

Yuu: HUH WHAT THE FUCK?????? HANG ON WAIT-- WHAT THE-????

Mika: Oh no way!!!

*dinosaurs roaring*

Yuu: *screaming just like them*

Mika: Yuuchan!

Yuu: Ow ow ow ow

Mika: Run!!

Yuu: D-......d-.......d-

Mika: Yeah I get it

Yuu: AWESOME!!!! THESE ARE DINOSAURS!! DINOSAURS!!

Mika: I figured you'd be hyped.

Yuu: This is amazing, they're the real deal. Real dinosaurs.

Mika: These are your memories, though.

Yuu: So, what? I was born in the dinosaur era then?

Mika: Well don't ask me.

Yuu: So....were there humans this far back?

Mika: Not by a long shot. Humans wouldn't exist for another 10 or 20 thousand years.

Yuu: Ohoho? Then when was the dinosaur age?

Mika: Like a hundred million years ago?

Present day (here and now) Yuu is present

Destruction of the world (8 years ago) Yuu is present

Birth of humanity (10,000 years ago) Yuu is present

∞

Dinosaur age (100 million years ago) Yuu is present

Yuu: I-....

Yuu: WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MY PAST????

Mika: Yeah....

Yuu: AM I A DINOSAUR? AM I, IS THAT IT????

Mika: Maybe in terms of intelligence

Yuu: KNOCK IT OFF.

Yuu: Not to mention, if this is all in my memories...

Yuu: I wonder if *I'm* around here somewhere?

Mika: Oh...I wonder.

*lizard sounds*

Yuu: Nononono

Yuu: We're in the dinosaur age, at least let me be as big as one too....

Mika: No I think it's looking this way

Yuu: Yeah but. It has to be a coincidence.

Mika: It's staring right at us

Yuu: Are you kidding me? Is that seriously me?

Yuu: This has to be a joke, there's no way.

Angel Mikaela: Found you~!!

Yuu: Huh?

Angel Mikaela: Look at you, hiding in something like this~

Yuu: Hey, this is, from back then. These aren't my memories, they're yours.

Mika: So that's really me?

Yuu: Something came out!!

Angel Mikaela: Haha, you didn't fool me for a second!

Angel Mikaela: It's time to go, Father is calling.

Yuu: Aw what, they're flying away. Are we able to fly here?

Yuu: Uhh....

Yuu: WE REALLY HAVE TO RUN??

Mika: Fuck fuck fuck I'm losing sight of them, we can't keep up!

Yuu: Is this our ruin!??

Yuu: Can't you eat some of my desires and get stronger?

Mika: Ah, no dice.

Mika: Breaking into this memory took a ton of desire

Yuu: So I don't have enough?

Mika: You don't, you're calories are-

Yuu: GOT IT I'LL GO EAT SOMETHING

Mika: GREAT, COUNTING ON IT. I'LL KEEP RUNNING SO WE DON'T LOSE THEM.

Yuu: HERE I GO!!

Mika: WELL THAT WAS FAST.

Mika: Oh god...I hope I can keep up.

Yuu: Oh he wasn't kidding, I'm so hungry again. The miles per gallon on me sucks.

Yuu: Alright, stomach filled! I'm coming back, Mika!

Yuu: I'm back!

Mika: Hey!! Your power is back too!

Yuu: Lost sight of them?

Mika: Just barely. I think. But since we've got power again-

Mika: We can go!

Yuu: Ohh, power indeed. Let's go!

Yuu: There they are! Over there!

Mika: Yeah

Mika: This way, on the other side of the mountain. Let's cover the distance all at once.

Yuu: Right

Mika: It's right behind this precipice.

Yuu: You're not a demon anymore. All that power is gone too.

Mika: We really have to conserve energy. Come on, let's go up.

Mika: Ah-

Yuu: What is it?

Yuu: Did you lose sight of Angel Mika?

Yuu: Huh, what? What's behind the precipice?

Yuu: Whoa, what the...

Yuu: There's tons of things that look like the First down there.

Mika: And those weird eyeballs

Yuu: What time period is this, the angel age?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: Holy shit

Mika: Yeah

A city of angels has appeared out of nowhere....What will they lay eyes upon next in this mystery-filled past...!?

Transcription of the promo text on the color page:

The dark fantasy with over 15 million copies in circulation - Celebrating the release of its 29th volume with a color page! (This is the cover, it's available now to high praise!)

Dive into the abyss

Chapter 123: Footrace in Ancient Times

[the-hellhounds]

Arriving to Busan, Hanbin didn't know how he had made it all through the plane ride without hurling his guts out from the nervous anxious feeling he had to coming back to see his best friend he had forgotten about. Much more to seeing for the first time his first son that he never knew he had.

Something he had longed for in secret since seeing how happy Haechan was when he had his own son.

Taking a taxi to a store first, he gets to buying presents for his best friend and for their son. Not knowing how old he was as it had been years since he had last seen of Jugyeong. He grabbed what any child would love, toy cars and dinosaurs.

"Do you have a son?" An elderly woman had asked Hanbin when he was checking out.

Not knowing what to answer, he smiles awkwardly and nods. "It's been years and this is my first time seeing him..."

"Oh,"

"I mean... I never knew I had a son." He answers to the lady. "I barely found out yesterday..." not knowing if cars and dinosaurs were even the best choice anymore, Hanbin looks down sadly to the shopping basket he held.

Placing a hand on his elbow, the elderly woman smiles and tugs him away from the line. "Come. I'll help you shop for him."

Holding bags of video games and a new console, Hanbin wasn't sure if these new expensive gifts would help him get close to his son.

"Don't think too much of it." Seoyeon, the elderly woman that had helped Hanbin shop smiles sweetly as she held her cane. "Any kid these days loves playing video games and he'll no doubt love it. As for the mother, get her some nice flowers." Taking out a card from her purse, she shakily hands it to the hell hound. "Let them know that I sent you. They'll set you up with the nicest and budget friendly bouquet ever."

Staring in disbelief as the elderly woman kept helping him, Hanbin dropped to his knees to bow respectfully to her, earning a laugh from Seoyeon. "Thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you for such help." He says as the elderly woman patted his head.

"Having a hell hound in the city is payment enough." Seoyeon says, making Hanbin freeze and look up at her. "All our guardians have disappeared over the years." She smiles sadly to him. Her eyes start to change from their soft brown to a vibrant red, that makes Hanbin stand up slowly in awe. Seoyeon revealing to him that she was a true alpha werewolf.

"How?"

Pulling out a small vile from her purse, she smiles and places it in the palm of his hand, closing his fingers around it. "It helps hide the essence of a supernatural when hunters are in the area. Keep it. I have more at home." She says as Hanbin smiles. "Now go and see your best friend. I'm sure she's waiting for you."

Thanking the elderly werewolf, Hanbin pays for her taxi as he heads off to a train station to arrive at a flower shop and then head to Jugyeong's apartment.

Holding gift bags and a bouquet in his arms, Hanbin stood in front of the door to his best friends apartment. Nervous jitters had him shifting from foot to foot as he didn't know how things would go.

What felt like seconds going by, the door opens just before he could knock. His eyes wide as he sees the brown styled hair and nicely done makeup of his best friend standing right before him.

"I knew you wouldn't knock before I opened the door." Jugyeong smiles softly as she looks up at him. He looked just the same as she remembered all those years ago, just more mature. "Come in."

Moving his feet that felt like rocks, Hanbin manages to walk in with a small bow as he heads inside, following her to the couch. "H-how... how are you?" He asks as he places down the gift bags and his suitcase. Offering her the bouquet he had gotten for her, Hanbin felt like a nervous teenager when standing in front of their crush.

"Is dying from poison a good answer?" Jugyeong answers, making Hanbin stare at her with straight look that he didn't like her joking at such a serious moment. "I'm kidding. God, you were always so serious."

As they caught up in the years they missed out on and how he had lost his memory. Hanbin sat staring at a frame that had a baby boy smiling to his mother.

"So... he's..."

"He's 23, Hanbin." Jugyeong answers.

"Fuck," cursing as he had missed 23 years and the birth of his own son. Hanbin couldn't hold his tears as he broke down. "How could I forget about you?"

"It's not your fault, sweetie."

"But it is!" He says placing the frame back on the coffee table. "I could've come back sooner to visit you. To meet my son sooner..."

Bringing in Hanbin for a hug, she rubs his arm comforting. "You could go see him. He's in Jeju with his friends." She says as she gets her phone to show him the house their son had rented with his friends.

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about /byf/dni

ABOUT ME

hi >:3 im luke and this is my age regression + dreaming blog!!! im transmasc and use he/him pronouns but meow/meows are okay when im Kitty or in a therioshift. im adhd and likely autistic and im in college which is very stressful. used to have a lotta mental illness but im mostly better now.

i have a partner but she isnt a caregiver i dont need one.

im 21 years old physically as of writing this but i have two regressive states: an older little (8-10) and a middle/teen (12-15). i regress + dream for comfort mostly (and trauma but thats my beeswax) but im always childish even when im big!! its just a chance to let myself fully embrace that side of myself. i also become a kitty sometimes but i dont rlly consider that “regression” since... i had to have been a kitty sometime in this life for that word to make sense but i am a domestic cat therian. 

my agere is not sexual. im not into cgl scene because having that sort of parental relationship makes me uncomfortable and i dont think childhood/childishness or familial dynamics should have a place in sexual or romantic contexts. but i know that cgl is not the same as sexualizing real children and can be okay if done safely n healthily. that bein said if ur blog is cgl-heavy pls dont follow but i wont block u unless i think youre weird

i HATE the lacey/pastel/cutesy aesthetic of most agere and get SO MAD that all the content out there is for either feminine kiddos or toddlers and babies. im here to make myself a corner of the internet where MY liddlespace is for ME. do NOT talk to me like a baby or call me special things - im too big for that and only my partner is allowed to give me special names.

when im 8-10 i like: - YUGIOH AND POKEMON!!! - cartoons that arent for babies, like ben 10 - mud, dirt, sticks, rocks, and bugs - building forts and climbing trees and playing outside - gross stuff like boogers and mold - nerf guns/swords, lightsabers, and other kids toy weapons - dinosaurs and dragons! (my fave is the ankyolosaur) - toys, plushies, action figures, tech decks - making comics like captain underpants          and im usually very happy n excitable and reckless and get lots of scrapes. i HATE VEGETABLES and i WILL NOT go to bed on time!! 

when im 12-15 i like: - alt/punk/skater aesthetic and music - early 2000s internet aesthetic - making inappropriate jokes and giggling about it for too long - reading manga/watching anime, mostly shounen - prince stuff / kodona fashion - pranks, spitballs, stinkbombs, etc - being obnoxious on purpose - going on adventures!!               and im snippier and annoying and like to push peoples limits and i HATE grownups cause they NEVER LISTEN!!!!!

when im Kitty i like: - playing with strings, mice, or laser pointer - play hunting - napping in my cave or a box - knocking things off tables - climbing anywhere i can - FISH - kneading, purring, headbutting, and biting my loved ones                    im usually very self centered and think i am the bestest and smartest creature ever and i demand pets NOW

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Clint finds an underground doctor (kinda like Claire, but it's R) to patch them/Kate up, and Kate keeps hitting on him (the doctor).

Kate Bishop x GN!reader

"So where are we going again?" Kate questions as she and Clint stumble down a back alleyway. 

"To see a friend," is all Clint says, holding his arm which currently has a bullet in it. 

A few more steps and Clint finally stops, looking around to make sure no one followed them before knocking, or more like pounding on the door.

You hear the pounding from your bed, seeing on your alarm clock that it's nearly 1am and begrudgingly get up to answer knowing exactly who it is. 

"How many times do I have to tell you not to come to my home," you scowl at Clint as you open the door. 

"I need some patching up," Clint says gesturing to his bloody arm. 

"This is the last time Clint," you say, letting him and the girl he's with inside, "next time I'm making you wait until the clinic opens I don't care if you bleed out mister avenger… and who's your new sidekick?" 

"Hi I'm Kate and I'm not really a sidekick I'm more like his partner and also best friend," Kate tells you with a smile on her face. 

"I like her, a lot more cheery than you Barton and much prettier," you tease your friend.

Kate blushes and thinks to herself how cute you are.

"How did you guys meet?" She asks. 

"Well less than a week after I completed my residency half the world's population disappeared and with less people means less need for hospitals so the one with my fancy new job was one of the ones forced to close so instead I opened up a free clinic to help people in need because the US still didn't want to give everyone free Healthcare and Clint here decided running a free clinic meant I had the time to be his own personal doctor," you explain. 

"Was that when you were the Ronin?" Kate questions Clint. 

"The what?" You say confused.

"Nothing," Clint states, "can you get this damn bullet out of my arm already?"

You slip your gloves on and grab your tools, gladly causing Clint a little pain as you dig the bullet out of his arm. 

"I thought you would have taught yourself how to do this by now," you joke, pulling the bullet out of his flesh. 

"I want the kid to see how it's done," he lies. 

"Yeah sure cause you totally weren't about to cry when Maya kicked your arm after getting shot," Kate laughs. 

"I don't cry," Clint says defensively. 

You lean over to Kate and mutter, "I've seen him cry, ask him about the time he had a throwing star stuck in his ass cheek," making her burst out laughing. 

Clint glares at you and you roll your eyes, starting to stitch him up. 

"So do you… have a girlfriend?" Kate asks you. 

"No I don't have a girlfriend," you reply. 

"A boyfriend? Partner?" She says casually.

"No I'm not seeing anyone," you chuckle. 

"So I could come to you like anytime I need medical assistance or do I need to wait for clinic hours too?" 

"No Kate, you can come by anytime you'd like… even if you don't need medical assistance," you smile. 

"Okay if you two are done doing whatever it is you two are doing can we finish this up I'd really like to get some sleep," Clint sighs. 

You cut off the end of the string used for his stitches and snap off your gloves. 

"Would you like a band aid Clint? I've got some with dinosaurs and some with butterflies on them," you tease. 

"Ooh you would look so good in the butterfly ones," Kate laughs.

"Alright let's go," Clint grunts, getting up from his chair and slipping his jacket back on. 

"I've got lollipops too since you were such a good boy," you crack and Clint flips you off. 

"Wait but do you have the cherry ones those are so good," Kate says. 

You chuckle and open a bag with supplies you were going to take to the clinic in the morning and find the lollipops you have for the kids, handing Kate a cherry one. 

"See you around Y/N," Kate says, popping the lollipop in her mouth as Clint is practically dragging her to the door. 

"I'll see you later Kate," you wink at her and she gets so flustered she trips over her own feet. 

"Bye," she says again trying to recover and look cool after her fumble.

You smile and Clint groans, he shouldn't have brought her with him tonight now he was going to have to deal with her crushing on you.