#and told to just go up to people to sell the snacks but she says shes too shy like girl ? 😭 me too but lets think critically youre shy af

[ningmung]

This is so insane one of my friends said she wanted to start selling mary kay products telling us to support her n yk initially i was like okay but then i was like ? "Mary kay... I heard that b4" and I looked it up and turns out it's an MLM scam and I asked her that n she just sent me a sticker pretending it wasn't an mlm scam... uhm.... 💀💀💀 like wyd...⁉️ ik she's desperate for money but she doesn't have to go thru an mlm she's gonna lose more money by doing this

[radiance1]

De-aged Mothboy Dannyo.

Except this time, he isn't in Jump City and Killer Moth is sadly not his kidnapper turned parent.

Instead, he's in Gotham.

He doesn't really do anything in the City of Crime. To everyone else, he's just a street kid who was unfortunate enough to be abandoned because of his meta status.

Danny's little home is literally a dumpster in an abandoned alleyway that he cleared out of all the trash. He has a mat that he uses as a makeshift bed, and a corner where he stores all his pretty little marbles he gets from dumpster diving, as well as an old backpack he found somewhere to hold all his other stuff.

He did use another Dumpster to expand his little home though, he doesn't know what he'll do with all the extra space really, but he'll find a use for it, probably.

The use was pulling in a bunch of other soft (enough) mats that he managed to find, filling the extra space with all of that, and then laying down on all of it in joy.

How did he make said Dumpster extra space? Simple, he just tore off one of the walls, and stuck them together with a drill and a few nails he managed to buy with his limited amount of money.

Danny... doesn't remember a whole lot. He remembers red, people in white, people who he thinks he knew laying so still. He doesn't try to remember any more than that, it usually hurts.

So, he's just one little kid trying to live his life in the City of Crime. He usually tries to stay away from any gang-controlled area, he couldn't do it all of the time, but he managed good enough. He meets some other street kids, and tries to make friends, but they aren't very receptive to his efforts.

So what does he do?

Bribery!

He has enough money to buy some snacks and stuff, and he does pay for it, no matter how cashier looks at him as if he were going to steal something, to be fair she does that to everyone but still! He's a law-abiding street kid!

Bribery worked very well! The first few times it wasn't anything too special, but after that, they decided that he was one of them now! They tell him stuff about the various gangs and stuff, which ones to avoid, and which area to not go towards because of one incident or another.

They also helped him that one time when he was chased by some really mean people who wanted to take him somewhere and apparently sell him? He didn't wanna hurt them, so he was trying to lose them and go back home, so that he could then get off those weird cuff thingies they put on his lower set of arms that made him feel a strange disconnect for some reason.

So he was running, didn't expect for one of them to have a gun, tried to evade the bullets, one hit him in the leg, then another in his other one, and he hit the pavement. Then they caught up and put some cloth to his face and he started to feel loopy and really tired.

Before he fell unconscious, he heard a loud smack. Then he was woke up to his friends, those weird cuffs gone, his legs having been bandaged and a really nice bed.

So he thanked his friends, and went back home. He gave them each their favorite snacks for their help!

About a month after that, he meets this really kind old guy that he helps carry stuff to his car, he took most of it, puffing out his chest and saying he's got this because he's really, really strong. Then the old guy invited him to come with him for a thank you dinner.

His friends told him not to accept any suspicious offers from strangers, but he helped the guy and he just wants to say thank you. Plus, food.

So he says yes.

He didn't know the old guy- no Alfred, had a giant mansion! His jaw-dropped, awestruck face practically showed what he felt. He then looked at himself, back at the mansion, and almost didn't wanna step in because he's afraid he might dirty it, before being gently pushed inside by Alfred.

[samsno1]

Happy Birthday Dean!

Dean Winchester x Reader

short one-shot for Dean's birthday because i had to do something for him. this was a bit rushed but very sweet. this fic also shows how much of a led zep nerd i am (oops)

Summary: It's your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to make it special

Warnings: FLUFF, sexy time implied and dean's dirty mind (as always), not proof read, english is not my first language

WC: 2k

enjoy!

You woke up early that morning and made sure Dean would sleep until late. When you woke up his arms were tight around you, like they always were when you slept, his naked chest glued to your, also, naked back – last night was interesting, to say the least. His warm breath in the back of your neck and his gentle snoring almost lulling you back to sleep but today was a special day, it was Dean’s birthday and you wanted to do something special.

You knew that celebrating his birthday wasn’t common, always too much on his mind and too little people that cared. But you did and you made a promise to yourself to make his birthday be the best one he ever had. 

With that said, you reluctantly got out of his grip, making Dean groan in his sleep, knowing even unconsciously the emptiness in his arms. You smiled to yourself at that and admired Dean’s sleeping state for a while longer. He always looked so peaceful – even if he had a weapon under his pillow. He could rest. He had admitted to you once that you were one of the main reasons for that. Knowing you were safe in his arms made him feel safe and it was a mutual feeling. Oh you loved him so much.

You got up, turning away from your boyfriend and putting some clothes on. The ones you were wearing last night scattered all around, the memories making your face heat up. When you left the bedroom, you gave Dean one last look, his strong chest going up and down with deep breaths and one of his feet peeking out from under the cover. You smiled and closed the door behind you.

You spotted Sam in the kitchen before going out and told him your plans for the day.

“Please, if he wakes up, tell him I went out to buy…tampons or just say I’m going to help Charlie with some things she asked for and I’ll be back later” You told him and Sam guaranteed you that Dean would not know about your surprise. You gave Sam a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and bolted to the garage.

You haven’t used your own car in a while so it was weird stepping into the driver’s seat of a car different from the Impala. On your way to the nearest grocery store you made some calls. Charlie and Cas were coming later for the little party and they seemed more than excited to get the invite from you on the phone.

You bought all the flavors of pie you found there. Apple, cherry, pecan, you name it and some other salty snacks. In a liquor store nearby you got beers and whiskey. But there was one thing you were very much looking forward to.

Well, a while ago you had made some calls, some contacts here and there who were also fond of classic rock hooked you up with a guy who was selling a limited edition Led Zeppelin vinyl. A version of Led Zeppelin IV. What can you say, you were kind of also into them, it was one of the reasons you and Dean bonded so quickly in the first place.

You had to drive for two hours (totalizing four to go there and come back) to get the vinyl but it was worth it. You had told Sam about this and he made a face, asking you how you found the money for this but you refused to tell him and just laughed. Once you got the vinyl you would come back as quickly as you could so that Dean wouldn’t suspect it.

Two hours after you left Dean woke up, noticing the other side of the bed empty. He frowned and threw the covers off his body to get up and put clothes on, then leave the bedroom. When he got into the main room in the bunker Sam was sitting at the table, books and a cup of coffee in front of him and he looked up, a wide smile opening up in his face.

Sam stood up and Dean smiled back, opening his arms for a hug.

“Good morning and Happy Birthday” Sam said, his hand patting Dean harshly on the back, earning a laugh from the oldest.

“Thanks Sammy, where’s Y/N?” Dean asked after they pulled away from each other, looking around as if you would pop out from behind the shelves.

“She went to help Charlie with some stuff, she’ll be back soon” He answered and Dean nodded, still a little bitter for you not being with him in bed and giving him a birthday morning sex as a present. Well, maybe there would be a birthday night sex. He smirked at the thought and went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

You were almost back at the bunker, the vinyl secured inside your bag wrapped in cheap colorful paper that you got at the convenience store. Charlie had texted you she was almost there and Cas said he was arriving soon.

You texted Sam saying that you were due back in 20 minutes since you were a few miles away and that he could distract Dean for a while so that you could make little decorations for the birthday party. Sam agreed and told you he would try and keep Dean away from the house for an hour or so. Perfect.

Once you arrived you got right to work, blowing balloons, getting the pies and the chips ready and hiding your present in a bedroom that used to be yours before you started sleeping with Dean. Charlie arrived with Cas and had helped you put everything up, talking to you about how nice it was of you to do this and that she would kill to have a girlfriend like you. You laughed at the comment and jokingly said that Dean had, in fact, killed for you – even if it wasn’t totally a joke.

Sam had texted you again. Back in 10. Perfect timing Moose. Everything was done by the time you received the message and you decided to hide behind the furniture so that it would purposefully make Dean confused since he definitely would see your car parked in the garage.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you here?” You heard the door opening and the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and his brother filled your ears. The talking stopped, Dean probably noticing the weird silence in the place and you knew he was probably reaching for his gun about this moment, his steps becoming lighter on the stairs. You held back a chuckle.

Once he came down the last step you jumped from behind the table, Charlie and Castiel along with you. He indeed had his gun out, Sam almost red from holding back his laughter behind him.

“Happy Birthday Dean!” You four screamed, startling the man. But, once the shock was gone he broke out into a huge smile and you ran into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck as he twirled you around, a fit of giggles coming out of you as he laughed. He put you down and gave you a firm peck on the lips.

“So this is what you were actually doing, I thought you had abandoned me this morning” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes at his drama. He pulled away from you and walked towards the table. “Baby this is amazing, you’re amazing”

He hugged Charlie and Cas, thanking both of them too for the surprise. He rubbed both his hands together, just like how a Disney villain would, and smiled widely.

“All right, let’s get this party started shall we?” He said and you all laughed at his childness, already reaching for a slice of pie and a beer bottle.

Everything was perfect, you had never seen Dean this happy – except when you guys kissed for the first time and he looked like he had won the lottery. He was laughing, having fun and talking about everything and you noticed how this little party meant more to him than you imagined.

By the end, Charlie, Sam and Cas had given him their presents. Each had some importance to Dean in a different way but yours was left for later, you wanted to be alone with him when he received it. 

It was late when the party ended, everyone was a bit drunk and full of food. You told Charlie and Cas they could stay the night and they thanked you for it, each going to clean up and go to bed. You stayed behind to clean the mess.

While you were cleaning some plates in the kitchen you felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and kisses being left over your shoulders. You hummed and leaned back on Dean's chest, one of his hands wandering lower.

“Hm, and what is your present to me, huh sweetheart?” He said. Before he could lower his hand even more you grabbed his wrist gently. You could practically hear his pout and you turned around on his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have one,” You smiled. “Well, more than one” You completed with a suggestive grin and Dean smirked down at you, smashing his lips on yours in a mindblowing kiss, his tongue dancing beautifully against yours as his hands gripped your hips. You reluctantly pulled away by pressing a hand to his chest and he groaned in disapproval. You chuckled. “I’m serious, I have something for you”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared room, telling him to wait there as you grabbed the wrapped vinyl in your previous bedroom. When you came back your hands were holding the album teasingly behind your back, a giddy smile on your face.

You extended your hands in front of you, the wrapped gift gripped by your fingers and Dean smiled at you.

“Happy Birthday handsome” You said and he grabbed the gift, studying the wrapping as he undid the knot tying it closed. You bit your lip, analyzing his face as he slowly discarded the wrapper and looked at the album in his hands.

Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’. He looked between you and the classic rock vinyl and placed your gift delicately over the bed before wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips to yours. You yelped when he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I love you so much, thank you” He said after he pulled away. “How did you even find this?”

“I have my sources” You said with a grin and kissed him again. He put you down and went to grab the vinyl again, taking the disc out of the cover. He had a vinyl player in his room and he put it there to play, the sound of “Black Dog” filling the small room.

He turned back to you and slowly walked your way, playfully dancing to the tune, shaking his shoulders making you chuckle. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, giving you a passionate, deep, loving kiss and you melted. Your hand went to the back of his neck to tug at the strands making him groan.

He pushed back you until your knees hit the bed, making you fall into the mattress. He lowered his lips to your neck leaving hickeys and bites along the flesh making you let out low moans and groans.

He held himself up by his elbows, his face close to yours.

“What’s my other present?” He whispered against your lips and you grinned wickedly, one of your hands rubbing at his chest.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You whisper back seductively and he kisses you again, his hands traveling under your shirt and rubbing at your flesh.

Dean never really liked birthdays but today, for him, was the best day ever because as long as he got to spend it with you, nothing could make it bad.

A/N: Likes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing. Feedback makes those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo

[gadriezmannsgirl]

It's Our Thing - P.G

Hope you like it, guys! It's a bit long but it's really cute.

Please, remember English it's not my first language! So, sorry if there's any misspell

When you first met Gavi, it wasn't in the best of terms. Your best friend, Andrea, was and still is a huge fan of the Barcelona team, meanwhile you, you did knew a bit of your rookies, about football and stuffs because of your two older brothers, you learned to like the game and understand every single thing of it. You just never really went all in into it and never really looked for a favorite team, to cheer on and suport.

So, when she announced herself at your parents, saying she got you a number 6 Gavi jersey and showed you a pair of tickets for Barcelona vs. Cádiz, in LaLiga, you didn't complain.

You didn't complain about the tickets but you left in her hands the Barcelona jersey, sitting once more in the couch, in your previous position.

"C'mon, Y/N/N" She whined "This is the cute guy I was talking you about. I truly think you'd like him"

"And why would I like him if he doesn't know me?"

"C'mon, don't be that way. Just because Louis Tomlinson had a kid without you doesn't mean, you can't have it with Ga-OUCH!"

"That fucking hurt, you know?" You said pointing a finger at her after throwing her one of the cushions next to you

"Sorry" She sat down next to you "He's our age and he even shares the same birthday date as you"

"That's nice to hear. A lot of people was, is and will be born in August 5th, you know?" You said going back to your phone "I accept the invitation, I'll never turn down a good match but I won't be using anyone's name on my back but mine. So... Unless you've a Y/LN jersey, I'm going in normal clothes"

She sighed throwing her head back "Fine" She agreeded "But we are so cheering for Barcelona"

And that was it.

The day of the match came in and you girls were at Camp Nou, looking for your seats. Andrea had gotten the best seats, nearly close the pitch, being separated only by the bench and the guards, from where you girls where you could hear everything the players, directors and coaches could yell at perfection.

It was great.

After a little while, a selling guy passed and you bought some mango juice while your friend had a Coca-Cola and asked for a few snacks to have while the game was on.

Right now, the players were warming up for the match

"Is it possible for someone to look so good as Eric García is looking?" You laughed while taking your drink to your lips to have a sip of it

"You're crazy for that man, aren't you?"

"¡CUIDADO!"

Someone in the pitch, had yelled out, before you felt a strong hit at your jaw and hand, causing the drink you were having to spill all over you and the straw go up to your nose

"¡Maldición!" You yelled out while your friend quickly hurried up and gave you some napkins for your bleeding nose

"¡Ay díos mío!" You could hear people gasping and being worried about you.

The blood wasn't going easy

"Somebody help, please" Your friend yelled panicked

"Put your head up!" You heard someone in the back say and you did what you were told

"Oye, lo siento muchísimo" You heard a male voice say but couldn't quite recognize the owner of the voice

"Let's take her to the dressing rooms and have her checked out"

You, along with the help of your friend where scorted to the dressing rooms, even tho, you didn't feel anything besides the straw still on your nose even tho it wasn't there anymore and the hardcore pain, you didn't even know how were you walking around the insides of the Camp Nou

"Here" You heard someone say and Andrea made you sit down. And the doctor started to check your nose and do his job.

Some minutes later, you don't know how many, the players came in. The blood had stopped and you had a napkin on top of your nose

"How's she?"

"She'll be fine" The doctor said and explained a few things, for you, for your friend and for the guys who were worried.

"I'm so sorry" A brunette with big brown eyes said instantly "I was the one who hit you"

"Nice kick, bud" That's all you said before groaning a bit

"I'm truly sorry. I'm Pablo Gavi" You stared at his hand for a bit before handing him yours

"Y/N Y/L/N" You said simply.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Practice at home your shoot" You said making the entire team laugh a little

"No. I mean, really, how can I make it up to you? I feel so bad" You shake your head a bit before hissing

"Just win. And that'll be it" You said trying to pull out the bloody napkin out of your nose "Can we go and see the game?" You asked lightly

"Of course" He said quickly nodding "Do you maybe want to watch it with the rest of the players in the bench?"

And that was the start of how Pablo got into your life.

The cheeky bastard, knowing your name, searched your Insta and slided into your DM's, soon developing a friendship and after a three months of friendship, he asked you out on a date.

August, 5 came in; and Pablo didn't quite knew that it was also your birthday, so when he invited you at his house to celebrate with his teammates and some of his friends of La Masía and his family; you asked if your best friend could come with you. Of course he said yes and off you went.

You didn't wanted to make a big thing for your birthday, you've already celebrated it with your friends at Uni, your fam did a little cake for you and they already (Even with your protest) gave you some presents.

"THE BIRHTDAY GIRL IS HERE ALREADY!" Your best friend shouted when you came into view and you quickly shushed her up

"Birthday girl?" Pedri asked

"No" "Yes"

You both looked at each other "It's Y/N's birthday"

"Lies"

"Is it your birthday?" Pablo asked in surprise

You sighed and nodded "It is"

"Why didn't you tell me that?! THIS IS AMAZING!" He said hugging you and giving you a cute kiss on your lips "¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor!"

And the wave of congratulations started to sorround you. Belén, Pablo's mother even went ahead and bought another cake just for you. And when the candles were blew out, Pablo turned to give you a kiss on your cheek and hug you tightly

"August 5th is our thing now, love"

Years passed by, six to be exact when he got down on one knee and proposed to you. On August 5th.

And now, two years later, already married and with two newborn babies. Natalia Alexia and Nicolás Martín Páez Y/L/N.

"They are so beautiful" Pablo said while having Natalia in his arms while you had Nicolás "She looks just like you"

"And he, like you" You replied "I never imagined falling in love with a football player, y'know?" You laughed "Andrea from the beggining told me that she thought you were fit for me. And you are" You giggled

Pablo with a smile on his face, walking over to you and leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly.

"And you are. You are fit for me, just like how I am fit for you" You smiled at him and kissed him once more "You look beautiful, señora Gavira" You laughed

"I look like I just gave birth to twins"

"Extremely sexy, may I add"

You shaked your head smiling and when you turned your head to watch the hour, it hit you.

04:29am

"Cariño" You said with a smile on. August, 5th "Happy birthday"

Pablo smiled looking at the clock as well "Happy birthday to you too, mi reina" He kissed you once more "Te amo"

Three hours ago you had given birth. On August, 5th.

"I love you too" You both smiled at each other before, Natalia moved in Pablo's arms making him look down at her "You know..." Pablo lifted his head from our baby girl "August, 5th is really our thing"

Pablo smiled and nodded "It really is our thing"

°°° °°° °°° °°°

@gaviypedrisbride

[sockminz]

TFW! — 03. friendship circle

the smell of alcohol and smoke filled y/n’s lungs as she walked into the party, seokmin and dino in tow. hoshi had run ahead of them, and was now raiding the snack table with great fervor. the english major could make out minnie with her gear on a raised platform, some upbeat rendition of a troye sivan song she couldn’t remember the title of was playing.

“i’ll be right back! gotta find vernon real quick.” chan said, throwing a half hearted wave behind his shoulder already walking away from his two friends. y/n rolled her eyes, knowing the boy was going off in search of some weed. seokmin turned to her, biting his lip with shifty eyes.

“miyeon told me to look for her when we got here—” he leaned in y/n’s direction. “this could be your chance dude!” waving a lanky arm in the general direction of the dance floor, seokmin grabbed y/n’s arm before dragging her along.

“wait, what? you talked to her?” the girl said, worry evident in her voice. she wasn’t prepared mentally for this!

“uh, yeah? well, she texted me first. said she had something to talk about.” the taller boy mentioned, eyes scanning the room for any sign of the queen bee. he looked to his friend for a moment before asking, “are you scared?”

the girl scoffed, yanking her arm away. “no! how could you ask that? i’m fine! totally fine!” she laughed awkwardly, eyes rapidly exploring the room for miyeon. maybe if she spotted her, she could get away just in time.

“you came here so you could talk to her. now is your time to shine, my friend!” a wild grin took over the boy’s face as he finally spotted miyeon, who was now making her way over to the duo. y/n could feel her mouth drying up as the blonde came closer, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

“hey guys! how’s it going?” miyeon dipped in, joining their conversation. y/n felt lightheaded, catching a whiff of the girl’s perfume.

seokmin nudged his friend before clearing his throat and greeting the newest addition to their circle. “sup myeon! we’re good, just got here.” he smiled, clasping a hand on y/n’s shoulder. the writer nodded, attempting to give a small smile.

“hi miyeon.” she croaked out, a dorky expression on her face. miyeon waved, nodding curtly.

“hey y/n. long time no see! i read your latest piece in the column, pretty good stuff!”

y/n was elated at the girl’s comment, a red shade creeping onto her cheeks. she was grateful that the bass was thumping, hoping that it could cover up the sound of her heartbeat. “thanks! uh— it was nothing really…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“it was great, dude! don’t sell yourself short!” seokmin bellowed, squeezing her shoulder. “the pride of uos right here!” he bragged, making y/n blush profusely. miyeon smiled wider, raising her cup. “oh, for sureee!” the girl dragged, leaning into y/n’s space with a mischievous grin. “my prof won’t stop using your older writing as examples in our lectures— it’s insightful actually. didn’t know you could use the word, ‘feeling’ in six separate sentences.”miyeon giggled, taking a sip of her drink.

y/n’s jaw dropped. “oh! my older stuff? uh…” the girl trailed off, staring into space.

seokmin cleared his throat, patting y/n on the shoulder once more before turning to address miyeon. “so, you had something to talk to me about?” he spoke, giving the blonde one of his signature smiles.

miyeon’s eyebrows raised before putting her drink down. “oh right! sorry about that!” she laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. y/n nearly fainted.

“i caught up with jihyo the other day and she showed me some of your work you did for the newspaper— your photos were great!” she complimented the boy, “so i was actually wondering if you wanted to help out with the yearbook committee? it wouldn’t be alot of work, just a few portraits and some event days…” she pitched to the photographer in question, making him scratch the back of his neck shyly.

“oh, i didn’t think many people paid attention to that stuff.” he said, “it was just for some extra credit.” the blonde put a finger to her chin, tapping it slightly. y/n watched in awe as miyeon’s brows furrowed, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. the writer began to daydream about the girl in front of her, a dorky smile taking over her face.

“dude?” seokmin interrupted, waving a hand in front of her face. the girl jumped, snapping out of her thoughts. miyeon stifled a small laugh, covering her lips with her palm in an attempt to silence her chuckle. “huh?”

“miyeon just asked—”

“you guys should join the yearbook committee! we’re looking for some writers and phtographers.”

y/n’s heart was about to beat out of her chest.

“join the committee?” she said in disbelief. a chance to see miyeon on a regular basis?

“uh huh,” miyeon nodded, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair. “i think you guys would be really good at it.”

seokmin hummed to himself, seemingly deep in thought. y/n however was ecstatic about the opportunity and was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“i—” seokmin started to speak before being interrupted by a loud voice.

“hey gang, what’s up with all this business talk? we could tell the vibes were off all the way from over there!” an obviously tipsy hoshi sputtered out, wrapping an arm around seokmin’s shoulders. y/n could see two girls trailing behind him, recognising one as yunjin, jiwon’s friend and the other as eunchae, a cute underclassman she had become friends with recently.

“hosh! uh— we were just talking about the committee that miyeon’s in charge of.”

the intoxicated boy nodded along cutely, snapping his fingers. “oh shittt, that’s so convenient! yunjin and i were just talking about extracurr— extracurrent…? uh,” he scratched his head, “oh, extracurriculars! yeah…” hoshi snorted, earning an eye roll from yunjin.

“yunjin! and my eunchae!” miyeon grinned, patting the youngest on the head softly. “are you interested?”

“totally, sunbaenim. oh well, not us! our friend—” yunjin said before stepping back, searching for someone in the crowd. “—who is suddenly missing…?” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. eunchae giggled at their predicament.

“hi sunbae!” eunchae waved to y/n, jumping up and down. y/n smiled, waving back happily. “hey manchae!” the writer moved over to the youngest, giving her a side hug. hoshi leaned his head on seokmin’s shoulder, the taller boy deadpanning.

“does your friend do photography?” seokmin sighed, turning to yunjin and eunchae. the american girl tilted her head slightly as if in thought. “yeah, i think she does. nothing like your stuff though, sunbae.”

“are you not joining, seokmin?” miyeon suddenly questioned. “i don’t think so, myeon. kinda busy with council stuff and all these business lectures.” the boy shrugged, making hoshi’s head bounce slightly. yunjin nodded along, as if in agreement. “word. professor kim isn’t making it easy for us, can’t even imagine what it’s like for the seniors.”

“hmm, that’s a shame.” miyeon said, shaking her head. “what about you, y/n?”

“oh— i mean, i’m down!” y/n exclaimed, “i need some credits anyway.”

definitely not because i want to see your face everyday—

“that’s great!” the blonde reached over, clasping her hands with y/n. hoshi and seokmin held in a laugh as the writer’s face started turning beet red. “i’ll write your name down, let me just grab my phone—”

“jennifer huh and hong eunchae!” a shrill voice rang out from behind them, causing yunjin to wince. “oh shit.” she cursed, making eunchae gasp. y/n turned her head to see where the noise was coming from, making out a small figure making it’s way over to the girls in question.

“dude, we were looking for you everywhere.” the business major rolled her eyes. y/n watched as a girl clad in a blue velvet dress joined the circle.

woah.

y/n couldn’t help staring, admiring the way velvet girl’s makeup accentuated her eyes as well as her lips. not everyone could pull off a bob, but this girl managed to do it effortlessly. in every universe, this woman was conventionally attractive. hot even. she must’ve noticed the unwarranted attention because as soon as their eyes met, she yelped and hid behind yunjin.

“uh, unnie?” eunchae giggled, “remember how you wanted some more extracurricular credits?”

the american tried not to laugh at her friend’s predicament. so much for seducing y/n.

“introduce yourself, don’t be weird.” she whispered to the girl, pulling her by the arm and putting her between herself and eunchae. bob girl looked around with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights.

“uh, hi.” she waved awkwardly, all the confidence she was exuding before had completely crumbled. “i’m kim chaewon.” y/n and the boys waved back, making chaewon blush.

“oh snap, i know you!” another voice chimed in, “you’re kazuha’s friend!” dino joined the circle, resting his hands on hoshi and y/n’s shoulders all the while looking high out of his mind.

“jesus, dude. it’s been 10 minutes since we got here.” y/n shoved his hand off her, grimacing.

“oh? you’re all kazuha’s friends! she told me about you.” chan laughed amusedly, “crazy… where’s kazuha then?”

“uh, i think she had dance practice.”

“dance practice?” chan said, looking deep in thought. “dance practice…” he trailed off, looking into the void. y/n looked to her friend, unimpressed. seokmin shook his head before turning to the rest of the group.

“i actually need to go find jihyo to sort out something for the council, so you guys have fun!” he hummed before leaning down to miyeon. “good luck with the signups?”

the blonde girl nodded before waving to him. she pouted her lips, turning to chaewon. “yearbook committee? y/n here just joined.”

chaewon looked at the writer, who was occupied in pulling hoshi and dino away from the nearby snack table. she giggled to herself. “uh, sure! i’ll join you guys.”

yunjin clapped her friend on the back, leaning down to her ear. “don’t mess this up dude.” she said as the other three rejoined the circle, chan and hoshi both holding a plate full of food each. in between them, y/n stood with her arms folded and a grimace on her face.

“this has definitely been more eventful than i thought…” miyeon laughed dryly, “but thanks to you two for signing up! we’re meeting tomorrow in the old archival building at 10—” the crowd surrounding the group suddenly swarmed to one side of the room, a huge circle forming with jiwon in the middle, attempting to do a keg stand.

“—actually make that 2pm.” miyeon sighed, “i’ll see you guys there, okay?” she nodded to the group before moving over to the keg stand circle. y/n waved, watching as the girl walked away. the rest of the circle looked at eachother awkwardly. hoshi spoke up,

“dude, your name is jennifer?”

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[bomberqueen17]

adderall day 1

I'm not going to have any particular deep thoughts about this, but I feel like I should write stuff down. Several people have advised that.

I still don't know how much this is going to cost me, as my insurance couldn't be verified and I'm going to have to do messy things probably to find out. But I've got the pills in my hot little hand, 16 of them, and a follow-up appointment, and perhaps by then I'll know what this is actually costing.

It seems that it varies wildly how people manage to get ADHD dx's. Many many PCPs will not diagnose it or prescribe for it. It seems extremely gatekeepy to me, and not in a helpful way. my own PCP, as I describe more and more of my struggles to get healthcare in general, is being revealed to me to be less and less of any kind of a good fit-- she just seems baffled by everything I say. She asked if I have heartburn, for example, and I said, truthfully, oh yes, if I don't eat regularly, one of the ways I realize I've gone too long is that I start to have heartburn. So I've learned to be conscientious about my eating schedule, and eat small meals and snacks at regular intervals throughout the day, and that has cleared up the problem. And this actively baffled her, she was like "i've never heard of anything like this", and I can't imagine what she thought I was saying. Does no one else in the human race ever get queasy/stomach-acidy from going too long without food? Especially eating heavily and then not eating for a long time afterward? That's the worst for me, so I avoid that. I highly doubt I am the only person ever to experience this. But she seemed convinced that I must not know what heartburn is.

That's just one example. So. If I can get my head on straight at all, I am going to start looking for a new primary care physician. I'm sure this doctor is fine, just not for me.

(She is obsessed that my fasting blood glucose levels are too high. I read an article about it, in the 2010s sometime the CDC decided that 5.7 was a new worrying number (I don't know what the units are, but 7 is what people with well-managed diabetes shoot for), and now they were going to declare this new number "pre-diabetes" and start medicating it. The WHO has refused the concept of "pre-diabetes", pointing out that about 2% of people with this number wind up developing full-blown diabetes whether medicated or not, and that's about the same number of people who develop diabetes without having had this diagnosis, so it is in fact not any kind of reliable indicator of looming diabetes, so it should be referred to as "elevated fasting blood glucose levels" and not the new fictional "pre-diabetes". But there's money in selling that medicine, so American doctors are encouraged to make this diagnosis. And my doctor has put it into my chart that she plans to start me on Metformin if this number does not go down.

I'm refusing that. Medicate me for diabetes if I develop diabetes. I can be annually screened for it just like anyone. Sure, keep an eye on it! I take this seriously. But i am not getting medicated for a condition the WHO thinks is fictional. Thanks.)

Anyway that was a digression.

I'm hoping to at least make a start on dialing in my meds with this online guy, so that when I switch PCPs I can show up with the ADHD treatment as a fait accomplit and not have the new PCP throw a fit. I might try it with the current one too-- "Idk you told me it was incredibly complicated and insurance doesn't cover it so I went to my insurance company and they sent me to this guy and it wasn't complicated at all and I'm responding super well to the treatment so I guess this is what I do now?" but I am just anticipating her throwing a fit of some kind, since she is absolutely convinced I have major depressive disorder and has been trying to get me to go back on Celexa, which did me so much no good that I cold-turkeyed off it and gave myself horrible brain zaps. Don't fucking do that guys.

(It was with this same practice! It's on there, I no-showed to an appointment because I had so little executive function I wasn't even able to keep track of it! And she's still like yah medicating u for depression is super what's going to work. ma'am i have never been suicidal but I remember being on Celexa and most of it was my shitty life situation at the time but mostly it is a gray expanse of despair and ineffectualness, and getting inexorably fatter whilst starting to develop an eating disorder about it, and getting benched by my roller derby coach despite exercising myself to constant exhaustion and performing better than I ever had on the track because she saw my spreading waistline and assumed I was slacking off, and anyway. Yeah no.)

So anyway. I'm letting myself be stream of consciousnessy because it seems right. I had a reasonable breakfast, a lot of water, some coffee, a multivitamin, and my first pill about an hour ago, and am now ensconced in the recliner with the cat because the cat insists. I have started to feel.... kind of... like my throat feels kind of dry so I'm drinking more water, and I just got a little bit not quite dizzy and am acutely aware of all my eye movements, so I guess that's notable.

OK the plan. I would like to someday be able to make to-do lists, that's a medium-term goal. Meanwhile I'm still doing narratives of how i'd like a day to go. I have fallen off that a bit; I've been trying to do not a bullet journal but a just regular day planner in this new year (i got something on clearance off amazon lol) and mostly what I've used it for is as a diary post-hoc, writing down what i got done, and making little notes of what I want to get done, because otherwise my memory wipes itself and I don't know what I did all last week either. I fell off it this week because Dude was out of town and I was off kilter. But I'm going to fill back in what I can remember-- I'm keeping track of what meals I cook, what exercise I do, things like that-- and hope to keep it up going forward.

Routine, I hope, is what will help me.

Today. It is rainy today. I didn't get some of my stuff done while Dude was gone because of course the list I made would have taken six weeks of work, that's how my lists go. But I did get a lot done, so I'm going to write all that down. And today it is rainy, so I can spend time in the basement. What I want to do is empty out all my nice baskets I use to tote craft things around, and re-fill them with more curated selections. I think one basket for like, all the sewing tools, just all of them, in one place, and then another basket that is like, all of the embroidery supplies, and then a container that is An Adequate Selection Of Thread and also machine-sewing supplies? maybe? and then Active Projects can go into a third container that may or may not travel with me. Anyway, thinking about that is a work in progress.

I need to pack for my first trip of the season to the farm. I need to put away all the supplies from painting the kitchen, because I am finally officially totally completely done with that. I need to then tidy the kitchen counter and there's a little wooden cart that used to have our coffee stuff on it and I've been using it to dump all the shit and assorted project detritus from the ongoing painting on, and I need to then move that cart somewhere once I've put away all the things on it.

That seems like a reasonable amount of things to expect to complete today. OK I need to get out from under this cat because I have to pee now. All right. She'll be fine she just wants the chair really.

Yah ok i really gotta pee and dude is in the shower so i'm going to go get dressed and dance around a little lolsob. wish me luck.

[finleyforevermore]

HELLOOOOOO LIL BRO!!! (i don't actually know your age so you could he older than me. I'm 15 lol) LITERALLY CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVEN'T DONE THIS SOONER BUT ALAS I AM HERE NOW!!!!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO BOMBARD YOU WITH LIL SCENARIOS WHENEVER I THINK OF THEM

You like theater. I like theater. It makes sense

We would definitely watch live action musicals and plays whenever possible and you would show me the ones you like and i would show you the ones I like

Now if you were interested we would audition to shows together bc i volunteer at a local theater all the time

We would have so much fun together! Honestly you would love the theater i go to (i even run their tiktok account but it only has two videos 😢)

Going over to your house to run lines and practice songs (well i don't sing bc i am bad at singing but i would help you!!)

Sleepovers bc i stayed over too late to go home. Taking all nighters to practice scenes and watch the show

Probably also fantasizing about our dream roles together. (Its Veronica from Heathers for me but again I can't sing 😭)

And if I'm not in the show you're in, don't worry!! I'll still be there cheering you on!!

We would be menaces if ee went to the same school. Targeting everyone to come see the show

convenient segue everyone 😉

If we went to the same school I imagine we would go to the gardening club together

You just have the vibes of someone who likes plants

I would complain about the weather and fret over you, making aure you're staying hydrated in the warm sun

I imagine it would be pretty empty except for us too

We're like the groundskeepers basically

Probably planting specific flowers to convey different meanings

Selling some of them during the holidays like poinciana

Getting specialized and matching gloves

Singing while we work bc music makes everything better

I would be give you all the drama and say all my judgy comments

"Then she got up and sat next to this other girl who is barely even her friend! Like hellooo, why are you ignoring me 🙄. And the bitchiest part was when she tried talking to me like normal."

And then you would be lile "amor 😨 that's pretty mean. Maybe she didn't notice?"

After gardening we would probably get a snack and eat inside the greenhouse, maybe also get a refreshing drink

I'm your younger bro to clarify then! XD

And for the record I'm sure you sound wonderful! 💚💚💚💚💚

I love theatre BUT I'm frightened of the idea of performing onstage XD

You'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to the audition

But if I WASN'T, I'd be so excited ehehe

We rarely watch movie musicals anymore because I'm always ranting about how much better the stage versions are and how they ruined it XD (unless we watch one of the good adaptations ofc like West Side Story for example)

YESS US FANTASIZING OVER DREAM ROLES TOGETHER EHEHE

Got the funny visual of you waking up in the middle of the night and waking up to me trying (and falling) to quietly sing Pierre from NPATGCO1812 to not wake you up XD

I'd love the gardening club!! :D

I keep planting carnations "BECAUSE IT'S THA HADESTOWN FLOWER, AMOR! YOU EXPECT ME TO JOIN A GARDENING CLUB AND NOT PLANT THE HADESTOWN FLOWER?" "I love your enthusiasm but that's not at all what I said-"

Ik I seem all nice and kind on here and I think I'm like that irl, but trust and believe that if your pissed, I'm gonna be pissed too XD especially I've gone through similar crap with an ex friend

"She did not!! I told you about Marissa right? She did crap JUST like that! Even try to talk to me sometimes like she wasn't being a total prick- I swear people are the worst sometimes-"

We have a little treehouse or some kinda place where we can just hang out and have fun and have an absolute ball there :)

[bobmckenzie]

Fake Dating -> JanAUary

word count: 1294

blurb: Caitie helps Bob out when he almost gets caught in a lie.

Apparently a hockey game wasn’t many people’s ideal Valentine’s Day date—last minute tickets had been cheap enough that the singles trio of Bob, Doug, and Caitie were able to score three decent seats to the Maple Leafs game. 

Doug had convinced them that snacks wouldn’t be so cheap though, and that they could smuggle in some small bags rather than pay for food inside the stadium. So they took a trip to the grocery store the day before, perusing the aisles for bags of treats small enough to sneak in.

Doug went off to the chip aisle while Caitie followed Bob to the candy, but she left a minute or two ago to check out the trail mix, leaving him alone to look over the little bags of sweets. He was so distracted he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching him in the empty aisle.

“McKenzie.” The voice of the greeting made Bob’s back go rigid, had him turning around with a startled glare. 

It was Sean LaDue, a general bully growing up who had turned into the strongest player on the rivaling town's hockey team, followed by his younger brother. Sean had slammed Bob against the glass more times than he could count, but even that was less annoying than the general condescension he always used.

Sean nodded to the gummy bears in Bob’s hand. “You eat that crap between games, it’s no wonder you play so badly.”

“Oh yeah?” Bob put on his best tough guy voice as he looked up at Sean. “So like, why are you in the candy aisle then, eh?” 

Sean held up a pink bag of mixed chocolates with a smug look. “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, these are for my girlfriend.” He let out a snort of laughter. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” 

“Well, like, you’re wrong, eh. Goin’ to the Leafs game.”

“Plans with that idiot brother of yours don’t count.”

“Doug isn’t no idiot, and it isn’t just us two, eh. ‘Cause like, my girlfriend’s comin’ along too.” It was a stupid thing to say, but the lie he wished was truth slipped out before he could stop it.

“Oh yeah?” Sean’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your girlfriend’s name?”

He knew he shouldn’t say it, knew he should back out of the lie, tell Sean she wasn’t technically his girlfriend… “Caitie.”

“Uh huh. I’ll bet she even came with an air pump to blow her up for you and everything.”

“Take off.” Bob sneered. He saw Sean’s gaze shift behind him and turned to see Caitie coming back down the aisle, stopping right next to Bob, oblivious to the whole situation.

“Would you eat honey roasted peanuts?” she asked him, showing him the box of little packets she brought with her. ”They don’t sell them individually, so I won’t get ‘em if you guys don’t want any.”

“Um,” His gaze flicked to Sean, who was watching them doubtfully. “I… yeah. I like those. Let’s go, huh?”

She laughed. “I didn’t get to look at the candy. Besides, I told Doug to meet us in this aisle.”

Sean stepped a little closer. “What, McKenzie, you’re not gonna introduce me?”

Caitie’s eyes widened a little, looking between the two men, clearly realizing she’d missed something.

His stomach dropped; the jig was no doubt up. “Yeah, um,” Bob gestured to Sean, “Caitie, this is Sean LaDue. We went to school together and stuff.” He was sure she’d remember the name from the few stories he’d told her about him—she was good with things like that. Sure enough, he saw the surprise in her eyes turn into a poorly-hidden scowl. “Sean, this is Caitie—”

“The girlfriend.” Sean nodded. “Bob was just telling me about you.”

Caitie looked at Bob, seemingly waiting for him to step in, to correct the title. But all he did was look up at her with pleading eyes, trying to silently apologize and ask her not to humiliate him all at once.

Still, it was a lot to ask. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go along with it, wouldn’t want to risk word getting around that they were dating—

“Oh, he was?” The words were simple, but the way she sidled closer to Bob, slinking an arm around his waist, said more than he could’ve asked for. His face warmed as she gently tugged him closer, urging him to relax against her side. His face was so warm, he was sure it was going red.

The smug look of Sean’s finally fell. “Yeah. Didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” He cleared his throat, straightening a little as Bob wrapped his arm around Caitie. “Some romantic valentine’s date he’s taking you on. A hockey game with his brother?”

Caitie laughed. “Oh, well… not that I’d mind, but that’s not our date. We’re going to dinner in the city in the evening.” She looked down at Bob with a soft smile. “He even bought me a dress and everything.” She raised a shoulder, turning back to Sean. “I told him not to, but he’s always spoiling me.”

If Bob wasn’t already in love with her, he would’ve fallen right then and there in the candy aisle. Not only was she going along with his lie, but she was making him look like the best boyfriend around. 

He smiled, trying not to gloat. “Well hey, only the best for my girl, eh.” 

The look she gave him told him she was having fun with all of this, that she knew exactly how good it felt for him to rub their perfect relationship in Sean’s face, whether it was real or not. “You’re always using that excuse,” she said, leaning down and pressing a short, warm kiss against his cheek. His heart skipped in his chest, breath catching. He swore he could feel her lips there even after they were gone.

“Well… Nice meeting you. See you at the next game, McKenzie.” Sean nodded a goodbye, sending one last skeptical look at Caitie before turning around and leaving the aisle.

For once in his life, Bob felt like he'd had a conversation with a LaDue without coming out on the losing end. His cheek still tingling, he let his arm fall from around her, though he wanted to pull her into a hug. “Thanks, eh. You like, didn’t have to do that—it was real nice of you.”

She laughed softly, reaching out to brush her thumb against his cheek—her lipstick must’ve left a stain behind, he realized. Part of him wanted to tell her just to leave it. “You don’t think the kiss was overkill?”

He shook his head. If anything, he wished she’d just gone ahead and kissed him on the lips. “Sorry I told him we was datin’. I wasn’t thinkin’—he was just bein’ such a hose.”

Caitie shrugged, smiling as she finished cleaning his face. “I don’t mind. Though, I think you’re a little out of my league.”

He thought she was being sarcastic until he noticed the soft look in her eyes. Before he could say anything, her gaze shifted, eyes widening, urging him to turn and see what had her so stunned. 

It was Doug, of course, walking into the aisle with arms filled with bags of chips that were far too big for sneaking anywhere, and a pint of ice cream to top it all off. As Caitie burst into laughter and headed over to help him, asking how exactly he was planning to hide a family sized bag of Funyuns in his flannel, Bob stayed back for a moment, promising that someday he’d get the nerve to ask if that meant she’d give him a chance as a real boyfriend.

[idatenjumpfanatic]

Hot Chocolate (Gabu x Makoto)

Aight, as the poll dictates, here's a Gabu x Makoto oneshot I wrote back in 2020, now posted here in Tumblr!

As per my old A/N, the two are 15 y/o

Also, I'm not taking more requests, sorry! I just saw a long discussion about this ship so I figured I would bring this here too for those interested

Word count: 3.7k

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"I'll be out in a bit!"

Makoto ran downstairs, throwing a scarf around her neck while putting on her mittens. "Where are you going?" Kyoichi asked concernedly as he walked out of the kitchen. Makoto didn't even look at him as she rushed to put on her boots.

"The new candy store just opened yesterday, and Sho told me they're selling my favorites, so I have to go," Makoto explained.

"The dagashiya from the next block?" Kyoichi asked.

"Yup!"

Makoto stood up, putting on her sling bag over her shoulders. "All right, but hurry back, the snowstorm's about to hit anytime soon," Kyoichi advised. Makoto bade farewell once more before heading to the garage to take her MTB. Years may have passed, but her love for MTB never faltered, and the feeling was mutual for her brother and friends. Quickly she rode off, plunging herself into the chilly winter world outside.

It was Christmas break, and everyone in the neighborhood seemed to be enjoying the calm afternoon. It had snowed for quite some time already, so it was the opportunity for the people of all ages to unleash their creativity in the white snow all around them... or simply avoid the cold outdoors and stay inside.

After a few minutes, Makoto stopped in front of a store. It was evident that it was new, seen from the balloons that framed the entrance and the large speakers that blared nostalgic music. Without a doubt, she was there, and surprisingly enough the dagashiya was much larger than a typical neighborhood candy store.

She put her Neptune in the bike parking before heading in, grateful to have her face be greeted with literal warmth. Inside was much bigger than it looked, with a sign of an arcade leading to the stairway at the side. "Can you even call this a dagashiya?" Makoto wondered. There were children of all ages swarming the place, overwhelmed by the practically limitless choices of snacks to decide on.

However, tempting as it was, Makoto brushed these other options aside and began searching for the ones she was familiar with; she knew well enough that a lot of people, especially those within her age range, would flock into dagashiyas im search of their childhood candies, so she didn't want to waste time on exploring before the nostalgic ones ran out.

As she went through the store, she found some of the sweets that were on her mental list and took them, and she was quite happy with this. Though, her satisfaction was not met until her eyes fell on a particular chocolate-strawberry bar, and it was the last one, too. Makoto stared at it in awe, before she broke into a gleeful grin; if she were to rank sweets, this one would surely top on her list.

"Nope."

Just as Makoto was about to have that blissful moment of having such a beloved candy wrapped around her fingers, someone else had managed to snatch it before her. She retracted in surprise before whipping her head at the culprit that separated her from the chocolate.

"Hey, that's mine!"

Gabu gave her a scoff. "Yours?" he questioned mockingly. He waved the bar in front of Makoto like a flag of victory. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one who got it first, so it's mine," he stated proudly. He gave the candy another good look before stashing it in his basket. Makoto growled, mentally cursing the redhead before her.

"You don't even like chocolate strawberry," she grumbled angrily under her breath.

Gabu smirked, enjoying the sight of the fuming girl. Dare he even say that he found it... cute. "So what? I take whatever I want since I can, so deal with it," he shot back, pushing back the last though he just had. No way would he admit that! He turned around and left to scour through what else the dagashiya had to offer. Makoto huffed as she crossed her arms, disappointed to have failed to get the candy bar.

While Gabu walked around, he spotted a particular blue box that stood alone in a shelf. His eyes widened in surprise, for it was none other than a a pack summer-special orange flavor pocky sticks. "It's not even summer," Gabu breathed. The idea of getting a rare seasonal candy was appealing for him, though.

He quickly reached for the box, but before he could get his hands on it a purple gloved hand managed to take it before he could. "Oh wow, it's the limited-edition Brazilian orange pocky!" Makoto gasped. She then shot her head up, giving Gabu a teasing close-eyed smile as she tucked the box in her own basket.

"Sorry, but this is mine," she said, "thank you for showing me, though!"

"I found it first!" Gabu complained.

Makoto opened her eyes and readily put out her hand. "Then, let's trade," she offered. Gabu clicked his tongue, annoyed to have fallen for the girl's schemes. If anything, he refused to succumb to any of what was happening. "The choco strawberry for the orange pocky," Makoto insisted, her smile never leaving.

She was aware that she had the upper hand as she knew Gabu had a taste for both minty and tangy sweets, just like how he knew that chocolate strawberry was her absolute favorite. How they found out, it was through a long and heated argument about candies that they had years ago, and since then neither of them had forgotten.

"I'm not playing your games," Gabu denied, his voice hinted with a bit of bitterness. "You can have that damn box of sticks."

Makoto frowned, a bit taken aback by the refusal. "Well, I'm not going to stop bugging you until you agree," she pointed out. There was a visible drop of sweat that rolled at the side of Gabu's face as the boy gave her a half-lidded stare.

"You must really want this chocolate," he muttered.

Gabu then whirled around, shocking Makoto even more. "Then suffer," he told her plainly. He then began to walk away, but Makoto followed close behind to continue proposing her offer. After a few minutes of being stalked, Gabu was starting to get annoyed by the constant tail that he had been ignoring the whole time. With a groan, he gave in.

"Fine."

He stopped and took out the candy bar. Makoto lit up like an excited puppy at the sight of the chocolate finally being handed to her, but just as she was about to take it Gabu pulled it away. "The pocky," he demanded in a monotone. Makoto let her expression drop before rummaging through her basket and taking out the box of pocky.

"Same time."

At a mental count of three, the two simultaneously put out the candies for trade, and with their free hand, grabed a hold of the other sweet. Having satisfied to get his favored snack, Gabu went off to the counter. However, he caught Makoto still following him.

"What are you doing?"

"To go to the cashier, duh."

Gabu flinched a bit, catching up to his own thoughts. He assumed that Makoto wanted something else from him, when really they were just coincidentally heading at the same direction. Flustered, he looked away and hurried to the cashier without a word. Makoto wasn't numb to this and noticed Gabu's sudden freeze, but she brushed it aside.

"Oh dear, the storm's coming."

Both Gabu and Makoto's ears perked at the clerk's comment. "Let me finish this up quickly, so you kids can go home before you get stranded," the clerk told them worriedly. She scanned the items in quick succession, and as soon as Gabu paid she began to scan Makoto's. Deciding it was a faster way, Gabu bagged up his goods on his own, to which the clerk was visibly relieved at.

"But what about you?" Makoto asked.

"I still have to close up the store, but I'll be fine sweetie don't worry."

While the clerk was punching in the payment, Makoto felt her phone ring in her bag. She quickly answered it, and she was immediately greeted by her brother's worried voice.

"Makoto, are you not done yet?"

"Just paid," she reported. "I ran into a little problem earlier..."

At that note, she lightly glared at Gabu, who raised a brow at her in return. "Has the storm hit there?" Kyoichi asked. Makoto looked outside through the glass doors, where she could see the snowfall slowly getting stronger. "Not yet," Makoto told him.

"Well it has here."

"Already?!"

"And I'm not quite sure how far in the storm is here. I would advise you to head home now, but..."

Kyoichi's voice trailed off, hesitancy clear as a sunny day. Noticing the worry in Makoto's face, Gabu decided to speak up. "What's the hold up? Expecting me to bag your food, too?" he quipped. Makoto shot him another glare, but answered anyways.

"The storm reached my block, so Kyoichi isn't sure if I should head back now."

"Well I just practically live across the street so you can stay with me and Taiga for the time being."

As soon as he finished his statement, Gabu froze up. The words just slipped out of his mouth that he didn't even realize what he was saying until he said it. He couldn't find an excuse to take back his words when he really meant it. Fortunately though, Makoto was too wrapped up with her own worries that she didn't see Gabu's reaction.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah..."

Makoto gave him a quick hopeful smile, and the sight of it was enough to tug at his heartstrings. He wouldn't dare confess to such feelings, but it would seem that he was too obvious that he noticed the clerk giving him a knowing look.

"Yes, he said he lives here... okay, I will... of course, I love you."

Makoto ended the call, letting out a sigh of relief. "Kyoichi said it's fine, and I'll call him as soon as the storm stops," she announced. "Aight, get your bag and let's get out of here," Gabu instructed. Makoto did so, waving the clerk goodbye as she exited. Once they were outside, the two teens were slapped by the harsh cold winds.

"Hurry up."

Gabu led the way, and not even a minute after they stopped at the gates of a house. He opened the gate and let Makoto inside. He led her to the garage, and at the push of a button the door slowly slid up.

"Gabu, you didn't even bring your MTB, why are you--oh."

Taiga, who was inside the garage tuning his MTB, stopped himself from his nagging when he saw that his brother was not alone. "She's stranded with us for the meantime," Gabu explained flatly, pointing at Makoto behind him with a thumb. "Well, since you're here you handle her right now. I'm heading to the kitchen," he followed, and without waiting for a response he entered the house, much to Taiga's dismay.

"Hello, Makoto. Please, come inside."

Makoto greeted him with a bow before entering. Taiga stood up from his work and closed the garage door with the button inside, keeping any more warmth of the home from seeping out. "I take it you were at the dagashiya?" he guessed, and Makoto nodded. He then ushered her inside, where it was even warmer. While Makoto took off her boots, they talked.

"I'll get you a blanket."

"Thank you Taiga, but that isn't necessary."

"Then, how about staying at the kotatsu?"

"No way, you have those?!"

Taiga chuckled at Makoto's response. "Since Gabu practically ditched you, that makes you my guest," he reasoned out. "So, would you like to?" He didn't have to ask again before Makoto eagerly agreed. He led her to the living room, where a kotatsu was set up in replacement of the usual coffee table. There were cushions around it that served as something to lean on.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll just go get something."

Makoto didn't wait another second and took off her mittens, coat and scarf, which were all starting to turn sticky due to the snow melting off on it. She folded them neatly and set them at the edge of the kotatsu before tucking herself under the table. She immediately felt the warmth of the futon, sliding her freezing arms underneath it as well.

"That's my spot."

Makoto looked up from relishing the hotness of the kotatsu and saw Gabu giving her an annoyed look. In one hand was a can and two mugs with a spoon each, and in the other was a kettle. "I'd apologize, but you leaving me in the cold like that makes me not want to," Makoto pointed out. Gabu's scowl only deepened, but the redhead didn't bother to reply and instead placed the items he held on the table before settling in adjacent to Makoto.

As Gabu popped the can open to prepare his hot chocolate, he noticed that Makoto was staring at him, perhaps since the moment he set the can down. "What are you looking at?" he asked. Makoto jolted, her face flushing once she realized what she was doing. "I was wondering what kind of chocolate that is," she admitted, pointing to the can. Gabu gawked at her, as if he heard the most sacrilegious thing in the world.

"Don't mess with me," Gabu huffed. "You, of all people, would not know the existence of hot chocolate drops?"

Makoto narrowed her eyes at him, seeming more offended by the accusation. "Excuse me, but not knowing one thing doesn't make me an abomination of the candies," she shot back. Gabu rolled his eyes, tipping the can and letting two packs of drops spill out. "So much for a chocolate enthusiast," he murmured.

Makoto was about to open her mouth to retort, but decided against it as she figured she wouldn't go through another lengthy debate about sweets with Gabu; the last one they had lasted for a week. That's how passionate they were with candies, and equally determined to prove their points right as well.

...and perhaps the only way they could find an actual reason to talk to each other.

As kids, neither had any real purpose of interacting. Questions about MTBs? Sho, Kakeru, and Kyoichi would provide for Makoto. Schoolworks? Gabu couldn't care less about it, in contrast to Makoto. Sweets? Now that's the common ground they had.

Ever since their first debate on it, they got that reason. They would bump into each other in just about every place there'd be something sweet; cafes, ice cream parlors, candy stores. Name it, they've met there once or twice, and it would either lead to them arguing which is better or having a discussion without being at each others' throats. Since a time neither could pinpoint, feelings began to creep its way to their chests at the mere sight of each other, but even it was obvious, neither dare admit.

"So is this one for me?"

Makoto pointed to the mug that Gabu wasn't bothering. "Well, duh. You're my guest," Gabu replied as if he was stating the most obvious thing. Makoto could feel her cheeks suddenly warm up, but she hid it away by not so subtly lifting the futon over half of her face. Gabu watched her in amusement, seeing how dumbly was trying to cover her blush. Now, he could tell the obvious reasons for her face turning red, but he'd rather pretend it was from the cold... even if they were already inside.

"Hey, let that go. I'm going to educate you how to make hot chocolate using this."

Gabu hastily pried off the blanket from Makoto's face. With one hand he held hers, while he took one of the drop packs with the other. He placed the pack on Makoto's hand that he held before finally letting go.

"Her hands are freezing," he thought.

In contrast, Makoto felt that Gabu's hand was freakishly warm, like a moving hot compress. It was only for a short moment, but the feeling of Gabu's hand on hers was something she found quite indulging. Gabu was talking about something, most likely about the proper way of melting the chocolate, but Makoto was too absorbed in her own thoughts to actually listen.

Dare she admit, she want to touch his hands again.

"I don't think I have to explain why the milk shouldn't come to a boiling point, but-"

Gabu stopped from his explanation, noticing that Makoto was clearly lost in thought with her distant eyes. "You... weren't listening..." he trailed off, sweatdropping. He was disappointed that Makoto wasn't listening, so he figured to just make the drinks. He poured the hot milk from the kettle and into the two mugs, which already contained the hot chocolate drops.

"Here."

Makoto blinked at the sudden contact of the mug to her fingers, feeling the nearly burning sensation that seemingly thawed her freezing hand. "You'll be fine here, it's not like I'm going to imprison you," Gabu huffed. There was an underlying tone of concern in his voice, and a bit that showed on his face, but he was more of annoyed by the fact he was ignored throughout his explanation.

"That... uh, wasn't what I was thinking about."

Gabu raised a brow at her, unconvinced, as he stirred his drink. "Whatever, just try out the hot chocolate," he replied. "This is one of the best, so I reckon you'd find any bad critic of this." Makoto hummed, feeling challenged by the statement. She picked up the spoon and stirred her own drink, watching as the rich brown chocolate swirled in with the milk.

She then rose the mug to taste the hot chocolate, but then suddenly stopped before her lips touched the rim. "This isn't a trick, is it?" She accused, lowering her mug. Gabu immediately stopped drinking to give her an offended look.

"Last time you made me taste a chocolate you bought, you made me pay for it, literally!"

Gabu opened his mouth to deny, but he slowly closed it as he tried to recall such memory. His face scrunched for a while, and then his lips drew to a flat line as he remembered the instance Makoto mentioned.

"Well, you can rest easy, I didn't plan to do that this time."

"Oh, really?"

"I planned to give you one of these, just didn't expect it to be now."

Makoto's eyes widened in shock. Gabu returned to his drink, but turning away at the same time to hide his tinted cheeks. "Oh... thank you," Makoto breathed, smiling widely. She looked down on her mug, and as she began to drink she savored in the luscious smell of chocolate that overpowered the milk.

As soon as she took a sip, her eyes lit up with surprise. "This is good!" she exclaimed happily. Gabu smirked upon seeing her reaction. "See? And here I thought you'd force yourself to fight against it," he noted quietly.

"Hey, if it's good, I'll admit it's good," Makoto admitted proudly.

After a long silence, Gabu dared to give a glance at the girl beside him. Makoto was evidently enjoying the new kind of hot chocolate, and after a bit she looked over to the window. Her joyous expression suddenly faded, changing to a more dejected one as she watched the storm ensue violently outside.

"Still worried, huh?"

Makoto tore her gaze away when she felt something warm envelope her hand that laid on the table. She looked down at her hand, then up to Gabu. The boy had his eyes closed, and from the way he held her hand she knew that he was unusually tense. "Look, we have no clue how long this storm will last, but Taiga contacted Kyoichi already, so he knows you're safe here."

"I'll make sure of it."

Makoto stared at him, at a loss of words. She was touched by such a sincere assurance, but her silence was only making Gabu more anxious. "That's... well, if it's you, then I'm not that worried at all," she finally mustered to say. Gabu, with his ever growing blush, willed himself to open his eyes, and what greeted him was something he could only call enchanting.

Makoto was smiling warmly, her brown eyes gleaming with such softness. She gently placed her other hand on top of Gabu's, and the reassuring act was enough to put the both of them at ease. Gabu let out a breath, relieved that he didn't embarrass himself. Though, with his nervousness gone, he realized that he made such a direct move.

Having no excuse to break contact, Gabu opted for the best choice he could think of at the moment and immediately yanked his hand away. He coughed through his fist and awkwardly looked away. Makoto, although taken aback by the sudden action, couldn't help but giggle at his fiddly behavior.

"While you're here, and since we just came from the dagashiya, I wanna see what you got from there. Definitely nothing better than what I got, that's for sure."

Recovering from the sweet moment earlier, Makoto narrowed her eyes as her lips curled to a challenging smirk. "Oh, I'm confident with my candies, that's for sure," she declared proudly. Gabu returned the grin.

"We'll see."

As the two started their debate, Taiga chuckled silently, for he'd been watching them from the staircase the whole time. "I'm glad to see your attempts have become successful, brother," he laughed quietly before standing up. He knew Gabu had been purposely going to the same places that Makoto went ever since he started to have a liking for her, but heavens forbid him to be honest with himself from the very beginning.

[mybelovedwoo]

in which you both are just two bad kids

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.1k

warnings: a lot of teasing ( are we surprised?), mention of food

You loved afternoon walks in the city, especially at this time of the year, when it's finally not that hot, that you can't be outside for more than five minutes because you boil, and also not too cold either, so you don't freeze yet. But today was an especially cold day for this early on in the season. Fall was your favorite season ever, it's just so beautiful, all the colors of the falling leaves, it has a special, kind of romantic feel to it.

You usually had a really cold hand all the time, but now that the weather cooled down your hands were freezing. Wooyoung took the opportunity to offer you him to warm them up for you. Honestly, the real reason was that he loved to hold your hands any time, especially in public. He thought this way he can protect you better, so he can keep you closer to him. Also, he loved any form of physical touch, so it was just a plus.

So you were walking hand in hand, like two love birds, that can't go further than a foot away from each other, and it was kinda true. You both loved to be as close as possible to one another, it seeks comfort in a way.

It didn't last too long though, because the minute you saw a stand a bit far away where they were selling some bungeoppang, you immediately drop your boyfriend's hand and literally sprinted there. There was only one thing in your mind, you needed something delicious the warm you up in this freezing cold.

"Why does she always do this?" Yeah, it was pretty frequent for this situation to happen. But you were very independent, and sometimes forget to tell him what you were thinking out loud, so your boyfriend could actually know what was happening. Now the only thing he can do is to run after you.

"Look they sell bungeoppang!!" You told him a little too excited when he finally caught up to you. It would have been fun to Wooyoung if it wasn't this freaking cold outside. You could say that your relationship was kinda fun and playful, you both were the kind of people who didn't take things too seriously, and that's why life is so fun.

 "Do you want some too?" You asked your boyfriend as you were already about to pay for your own. He was hesitant but you bought him one anyway, you don't want him to steal yours. And that happens all the time, you ask him if he wants something, and he says no to you, but the next second he is eating your precious food. You love each other and would share anything, but you both are really serious about food.

So you continued your walk at the park while eating your delicious snack. You were about to tell Wooyoung how good it feels to warm your stomach up, but when you looked at him he already finished his. Yeah, sure he doesn't need one...

Suddenly you busted out laughing, you actually couldn't stop it. Wooyoung got confused about why you were laughing so hard, but he wanted to do it so bad, he wanted to laugh with you, so he asked you non stop "what?" "why are we laughing?", as if you could answer him right now.

The moment you tried to tell him and pointed at him because you still couldn't talk, now from the exhaustion, was when he realized that you were laughing at him. Now he wasn't that happy about it anymore. 

"You got some red bean paste on your face babe. Come here." You wanted to help him, but you were still catching your breath and wiping your tears away. He did not accept your help, he was acting like he was offended. But in reality, he knew it was funny, but he was the kind who couldn't handle it when got teased by someone else.

"Come on, you know it was funny" You tried to get to his heart, by back hugging him. Of course, he couldn't handle that, and told you with a pouty voice "do you like me with food on my face too?".

"I like you by all means." He turned around to face you and gave a little kiss on the top of your nose. "Your nose is really cold." He seemed very surprised, he didn't think you are this cold, although you told him before, but he thought it was just your usual exaggeration.

You touched your nose to check what he was talking about. "I told you I'm freezing Woo." You couldn't believe that he is realizing just now, you told him several times before.

"You want to see something cool?" He asked you all of a sudden. Wooyoung smiled a little bit at your expression, your face was actually clueless.

You didn't answer him, but he already dragged you behind him. You hoped that it wasn't something lame, because you hated surprises, even small ones like this. But it actually was super cool, you got very much excited when your boyfriend stopped in front of a Ferris wheel at the center of the park.

"Want to take a ride?" He asked you with the biggest smile because seeing you this happy made him the happiest human ever.

"YEES!!!" You were literally jumping due to the sudden joy, you couldn't help yourself. Now it was your time to drag Wooyoung to the cashier. "Two tickets pleasee!" You looked like a little kid whose dad or older brother brought you here as a reward.

When you got into the cabin, you sat down facing each other. Your excitement fade away when the Ferris wheel started moving. Your boyfriend took the opportunity to get you back and when it stopped at the very top, he stood up and started moving and of course, the whole cabin started moving with him.

"Wooyoung stop!" You yelled at your boyfriend while trying to hold on to something, anything. All you heard is his witch laugh, and you immediately knew what was this about. "I'm serious if you're not sitting down right now.." You couldn't even finish your sentence, when he sat down next to you and said "Then what?" Ohh boy, he caught you off guard. 

"Don't worry Y/n, I'm just messing around. I got you, until I'm here nothing's gonna happen, so you can let go of your seat."

It was enough for you to calm down. You knew your boyfriend, and how much he loved teasing you, just as much as you loved teasing him. But you trusted him, he would never do something that actually could hurt you.

He took your hands in his for the rest of the ride. " Your hands aren't cold anymore. Did you warm up?"

"Yes, thanks for this whole experience." It was a bit sarcastic, but you were actually thankful for him.

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[ccorinthian]

Another childhood fic: Domingo and Nacho get sodas and talk about their dads. 800 words, Nacho pov.

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She’d taken his hat again and worn it and now he was annoyed at her but he had to get it back so he’d come with her after school. They’d gone to a corner store where she knew the owner, or, her dad knew the owner but she’d met him enough times for him to recognise her so they’d greet each other all the time. Which also meant that sometimes she could get a snack or even a soda ‘on the house’, which she had learnt meant that she didn’t have to pay but she didn’t really get what a house had to do with anything.

She got a can of 7up and he a coke. The clerk didn’t even look up when they walked past and it was someone she didn’t recognise either. She still felt a little disappointed that it hadn’t been the owner working today. Maybe it’d impress the kid who followed her that she knew him. He seemed like an easily impressed dweeb.

‘Are you going to pay for these later?’ The boy from math sat on the curb next to her. They’d found a spot in the shade of a building.

‘I don’t have to,’ she replied, while cracking open her can. It fizzed loudly for a moment so she held it up to her ear to listen to it while the kid from class looked up at her like some idiot, which he was. ‘I know the owner.’

‘My dad owns a furniture store.’

She couldn’t understand why he brought that up when she was trying to tell him about herself like that but apparently it was important for him to make it about himself. Boys always did that and they always just talked about themselves all the time. No wonder they were so dumb when they were too busy thinking about themselves to learn anything important. The worst part is that she knew that his dad ran that store because her dad had told her so once when they drove past it. It looked boring to her but apparently they made very good things. What made a table good or not wasn’t really anything she cared about.

‘Okay.’ She drank quietly from her can and hoped that he would notice that she didn’t say anything more and ask her if she was annoyed. But instead he was staring at a large bug that crawled between his feet. He didn’t pay any attention to her at all.

‘This is a—‘

‘My dad has a store too. He works with cars.’

‘Oh, cool!’ The boy looked up from the big and looked at her instead with the same expression he’d had on his stupid face when he’d been staring at the bug. ‘Does he sell them?’

‘Yeah,’ she replied before she had a chance to consider not lying. ‘Expensive ones.’

‘Oh?’

That seemed to do the trick because the boy leaned a little towards her. He still had that little smile on his face though and for some reason it made her feel a little angry.

‘Yeah. They’re so expensive that only rich people can buy them.”

The kid gasped and he looked a little jealous so she decided to really go for it so he could sit there in his dumb furniture store later and think about how much cooler her dad was.

‘We sold a Ferrari last week, a yellow one. They’re super rare.’ She finished her 7up. ‘Dad says there’s only fifty of them in America.’

He looked at her with eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. It was almost too easy.

‘Do you think I could—’

‘No. You can’t come and see. Only people who can afford to buy can. And I don’t think you or your dad do.’

The boy actually looked really sad but he didn’t say anything. He sat down his drink and looked at her but avoided eye contact and then after a few moments he picked up the can again and started reading the text on it instead of talking. His silence was super annoying.

‘I want my hat back,’ he said then and that was more annoying than the silence because it meant he was wanted to go home, even though she’d gotten him a free drink. She threw it at him and ignored the baffled look and stood up. Then she attempted to crush her can beneath her foot like she’d seen the adults do but it wouldn’t give in to her weight so instead she kicked it as hard as he could. It hit the pavement and she hoped a car would come and run it over but it didn’t happen.

‘I’ll see you in class,’ she huffed. ‘Have fun in your stupid furniture shop.’

[redrobbingabank]

Batfam in a Bakery

Alright I’ve been working at a bakery for a month and a half now so I’ve begun envisioning a scenario where the Batfam must go undercover and work at a bakery. 

Jason is the chef. He wakes up at one in the morning(a.k.a. finishes patrol) and comes in to make some of the best food. He makes a lot of recipes he learned from Talia in the League, lots from Alfred, and a few from his mom. Once the boss attempted to tell him that that wasn’t what they served. Jason just glared at him until he went away. His stuff sells better anyway. He’s also lowkey stressed the entire time, and if anyone brushes past him he will SCREAM.

Tim was told that he gets free coffee and. Oh boy. He took advantage of that. Like, at least a pt of coffee is consumed solely by him every day. The worst part is that it’s not even good coffee. No one else can stomach it, but Tim shows up and pours it into like a gallon sized metal water bottle while everyone watches in horror. He really hates talking to people, though, and there’s enough of them that sometimes he hides in the back and does case work. If someone tells him to do something he’ll do dishes, but if he’s forced to serve people he has the best customer service facade.

Dick steals snacks because he forgets to eat, and makes Tim eat snacks because he also forgets. One time, he tried to help Jason. This lead to Jason developing Alfred-like sense for when another Wayne tries to touch a cooking utensil. Dick got flipped over Jason’s shoulder when he tried to grab a whisk. He’s the one Tim and Cass ask to get the plates down for cause they’re too short. 

Damian is too young to legally work. He hides out under the guise of Jason’s ‘cute little brother’. To help, he has taken on the duty of guarding the kitchen from Dick’s help attempts and Tim’s occasional sabotage attempts. He regularly asks Jason to make treats for him to give his pets. If he manages to stop someone in a particularly funny way, Jason will do so. Damian has also beaten up a customer who made a racist remark towards him. The others did nothing but sit and watch...well Jason kind of picked up a knife, Cass stood threateningly behind him, Tim quickly found the guy’s social security number and ‘borrowed’ thirty grand, Steph cheered Dami on, and Dick tripped him on his way out. 

Because she doesn’t talk much, Cass generally just works on keeping the place clean or filling orders that were called ahead for. She’s also got a knack for frosting cookies. Sometimes she enlists Damian’s help, and the two of them can decorate insanely fast. People will swear that she doesn’t exist and the shop is cleaned by magic because she’s just Like That. In fact, some people will return just to see if they can find her. People say that they’ve had their coffee topped off and never seen a thing.

Steph runs customer service point along with Dick. She has a good memory for faces, so anytime she recognizes someone connected to the case they’re working, she signals Tim to note it and get whatever information they need. While getting ready to open, she’s gotten really attached to arranging the display to look pretty. Tim has caught her pouring out his gross-ass coffee multiple times. She also likes taking out the trash and recyclables because, according to her, it’s too hot to be inside for long amounts of time. 

Extras: 

The floor near the sink where they wash dishes is Slippery. Like, take whatever you think slippery means and multiply it by ten. Add two. That’s what it’s like. They have ALL gone down. When it happened, Dick had to go home and climb on the chandelier to reassure himself that he could still be called an acrobat. Tim and Steph have both busted stitches falling. Everytime he’s fallen(6 and counting, Tim’s started trying to film it), Damian has let out a string of swears that make Jason break down laughing and Dick hyperventilate. Cass, of course, is the one exception. She can run on that floor.

Dishwashing water: Jason and Cass will make it so hot that you can see steam and handle it fine. Tim and Dami use the same, but they’re just trying to look cool(the water temp you use for dishes does not in fact make you more or less cool) and can only be in direct contact with it for five seconds or less. Dick and Steph use cold water. They have, several times, tried to quickly wash their hands with the steaming water and every time has led to them falling over because they jumped on the Death Floor. Jason has sprayed Dick with the hot water. Steph has sprayed Tim with cold water. Damian has sprayed everyone with the hot water. When he did it to Cass, no one knows what happened, but when he got back to the Manor, he was soaked.

[finleylivesinthevoid]

A chapter from one of my AO3 fics that people really liked

TW: Mentions of self-harm

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Gaster traced his fingertips up and down his sleeve over where the scratch on his arm was hidden, barely even there now. It hadn’t been at all serious, so why did he feel the need to keep it hidden from everyone else? Sans, Papyrus…even Asgore…he hadn’t told any of them what had happened. Something about the whole situation felt like some dirty secret that you weren’t supposed to tell anyone.

Should he feel bad? Simple logic told him that if something felt like you weren’t suppose to do it, then you probably shouldn’t have been doing it. Yet…the pain had given him the first bit of relief from those nasty thoughts in his head. He’d even been able to manage some sleep afterwards. Why did this have to feel so damn confusing?

”Running around and keeping secrets…you’re quite the outstanding father, aren’t you?”

There it was again…almost like he’d accidentally summoned the wretched thing. His hand started to tighten around where the scratch was on his arm, feeling a sting of pain starting to work its way up his arm. The last thing he wanted was to have to hear that voice right now. If he could just get it to stop-

”But you can now…can’t you…”

It surprised him to hear the voice respond to his thoughts like that. He’d expected it to start breaking him down, and instead it…was was it saying? Was it telling him to make it be silent?

”You want me gone, then make me go away, you coward. Letting me stay here only proves that I’m right, that you deserve this.”

”Stop…” Gaster murmured, gripping tighter as his fingertips worked into his arm, starting to cause a steady ache.

”You want me gone, then make me leave.”

Gaster didn’t respond, hand tightening and fingertips digging in more. He could make it go away…he knew he could…it didn’t even have to take much. No one was here to notice if he dug another scratch into the bone of his arm. It could be so easy to just make it go away-

The knock on the door made Gaster jump so high that he nearly fell off of the sofa. He heard footsteps as Papyrus came to open the door, an excited smile on his face, and a backwards cap on his head. Seeing his youngest smile made Gaster forget about the thoughts plaguing him for the time being, and he found himself full of his usual curiosity and intrigue.

”Are you expecting someone, my son?” 

“The human, Frisk!” Papyrus exclaimed as he opened the door. Just as he said there was Frisk, holding a potted flower with golden petals and a face. The expression that it wore was a grumpy scowl.

”Hi, Paps!” Frisk giggled, stepping in, “Ready to go see that new movie?”

”Yes, just a moment!” Papyrus ran upstairs, and came downstairs with his older brother over his shoulder.

”Heya kiddo.” Sans said with a sleepy wink, “It’s quite eggscelent to see you.” Sans pulled out a wrapped up chocolate egg, handing it to the giggling kid. Papyrus just let out a wordless groan and set his brother down.

”Thanks for agreeing to watch Flowey, Sans.” Frisk handed over the rather upset looking plant over to the short skeleton, and proceeded to stuff the candy in their face.

”It’s no problem kiddo, you know-”

”You smell like moldy ketchup, you annoying trash bag.” Flowey commented without a single change in his expression.

Sans just rolled his eyelights, speaking in a sarcastic tone, “Nice to see you to, weed.”

”I am not a weed!” Flowey shouted, his voice becoming a bit more grating on the ears.

”Flowey,” Frisk crossed their arms and frowned, “You promised you’d behave. It’s your fault I can’t take you with me to the movies anyways. I told you not to threaten the lady selling the movie snacks.”

”She shouldn’t have forgotten the extra butter.” Flowey grumbled, crossing his leaves in front of his stem.

Gaster kept a tight smile on his face while the four began their light conversation, Flowey insisting that he was not to blame for being banned from the movies, despite the others listing off the ways he’d earned himself the permanent ban. He’d…honestly forgotten that his sons had lives outside of what happened while they were home. Being stuck in a wheelchair most of the time didn’t help him to really know much of what went on outside, other than his occasional trips out whenever Asgore came around.

”Like I’m worth the time…he must be so busy already without taking time to get me out of the house.”

Gaster shook his head lightly, trying to rid himself of these thoughts before they could get a hold on him. He refused to let them win right now, while his sons and this child were in the room. They looked so…happy…even the flower seemed to show some mild enjoyment being around them, even if he and Sans seemed to have a knack for getting on each others nerves.

”Why don’t you go with them, Sans?” Gaster found himself saying, “If you need someone to watch the flower, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”

”I have a name.” Flowey hissed.

”Are you sure, Dad?” Sans asked, “He can be a little difficult.”

”It’s okay, Dr. Gaster, I don’t wanna bother you while you’re still healing.” Frisk insisted, looking Gaster up and down, “You look a lot better than when I last saw you, by the way! I’m glad to see you’re doing better.” Now that Frisk had gotten to talk to Gaster previously, they didn’t feel so nervous around him, and Gaster found relief in that. He was glad to see that the child wasn’t afraid of him.

”Dad, you really shouldn’t-” Papyrus seemed nervous at the idea of leaving his father alone with the flower. He liked Flowey, but he knew the flower was a bit rough around the edges with strangers.

”It’s alright, you three. Go have fun, and I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk look between each other, seeming to have a silent discussion about the idea. Frisk shrugged, looking between the brothers, and then Sans and Papyrus looked between themselves. Flowey just rolled his eyes, finding everyone in the room as annoying as ever.

”Alright…” Sans came over and put Flowey on the coffee table, “Call if you need anything, okay?”

”I’ll be fine, Sans. Go have fun.” Gaster gave his son a smile, and seemed to ease Sans’s anxiety a bit.

”Alright. See ya later, Pops!” Sans waved as he followed Papyrus and Frisk out the door.”

”Bye, Dad!”

”Goodbye, Flowey! Bye, Dr. Gaster!” The door closed, leaving the plant and skeleton alone together.

”So…” Gaster looked Flowey up and down, “Do you require anything? I don’t really know much about sentient plants.” Gaster chuckled, but could hear just how awkward it sounded.

”Why are you doing this?” Flowey asked, starring Gaster down.

”What do you mean?”

”Why watch me? What do you get out of this?”

”I’m simply offering what little assistance I can while in my current condition.” Gaster shrugged, folding his hands in his lap.

”…the VOID really messed you up, didn’t it?” Flowey asked, not in a rude town, but simply curious.

”I-” Gaster wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that question. No one had just stated it like that before, just outright said what he already knew. It made him realize just how careful they’d been around him since his return, trying so hard not to upset him while he recovered.

”How pathetic…they have to treat you like an upset child…”

”I can see it in your face.” Flowey huffed, “And in how you sit. They don’t see it, except for the ketchup smelling trash bag, maybe. I think he suspects that something’s up with you. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s pretty perceptible when he wants to be.” It seemed to cause Flowey physical pain to admit that Sans was actually good at something.

”He always was a good reading people…” Gaster sighed, “You’re accusation is correct…the VOID left quite a few marks.”

”Yeah…” Flowey looked down at the table, “I’ve been there…”

”You have?” Gaster’s voice made Flowey’s head snap up, as if he hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud.

”I…” Flowey trailed off, then let out an awkward cough, “Yeah. I know how it feels to be in a place where you feel…like nothing you could ever do will fix anything. You could do good things, bad things, but it won’t change how you’re…broken.”

”I didn’t take you for the type to like talking.” Gaster admitted with a light chuckle.

”You tell anyone I told you this, and I’ll make sure you don’t ever get out of that chair.”

Something about this only caused Gaster to laugh a little harder, “Don’t worry about it. I would never speak a word of it to anyone.” Flowey knew that Gaster meant what he said, and something about that made him smile a little. He didn’t mind this skeleton, he didn’t get on his nerves so much.

”Would you like to watch a show? If not, we have some books to read. They’re mostly science books, but I believe there are some novels as well.”

”I…I don’t really…read…” Gaster would never have thought a flower could blush if Flowey hadn’t right then and there. Something about his face reminded Gaster of when his sons were younger and were trying to hide something from him.

”Flowey��can you read at all?”

Flowey let out a huff, “…no-” He admitted in a quite whisper.

”If you want…I wouldn’t mind teaching you.” Gaster offered a kind smile, and something about it seemed to soften Flowey up a bit.

”I…that sounds nice…”

———

“Dad, we’re-” Papyrus stopped halfway through his sentence when he saw what was going on.

”What is it, Papyrus?” Frisk asked, then stopped right beside him, Sans coming up beside them.

”Fluffy…bunny…loves…what’s that word?” Flowey asked, looking up at Gaster when he found a word on the colorful page that he couldn’t figure out.

”Try spelling it out first.”

Flowey looked back at the page, “C-A-R-R-O-T-S…care…car…carrots!” Flowey smiled brightly, “That says carrots!”

”Very good.” Gaster smiled, “You’re doing great, Flowey.”

”…do we let them know we’re here?” Sans asked a bit quietly.

Frisk looked absolutely ecstatic, “Nope! I’ve never seen him like this before! Let’s leave them alone for a little longer.”

”That sounds good to me.” Papyrus chuckled softly, “Let’s go up to my room for a bit. I just got some new action figures from Mettaton.” The three went upstairs, leaving Gaster and Flowey to continue there reading lessons.

”Fluffy…bunny…loves…his…fre-freends?”

”Friends. You have to remember the ‘ie’ makes it sound like ‘end’.”

”Friends…” Flowey found himself smiling, and looked up at Gaster, “Never thought I’d like that word.”

[oldguy56-world]

Airport

I know this isn't Monday but am I late when I told you last week I would do this on Tuesday because I was fleeing, I mean leaving the country temporarily? I am back, rested, and full of stuff to share.

This was the first time we traveled since Covid shut everything down in 2020, and in that time there have been MANY changes to how we go through the airport system. I hear enhancements were made to make our travel experience more enjoyable, but I also heard once that rubbing mayo on your head made your hair grow back. Fool me once...

There were things on the flight I observed (like maybe all kids between the ages of 3-8 should be put in with the baggage), but that is not what I will be discussing today.

There was also the experience with the travel agent, who took our money, set up reservations with the airlines and resort, but we had to do everything else including produce our own tickets and boarding passes, but I will not be discussing that today either.

This blog is about the experience at the airports (coming and going) that I want to discuss, hence the title of this blog. I will not name names when it comes to the airports, but this involves one domestic and one foreign. You can take your pick which I am referring to.

If you are going to have self check in machines, put some in that work. I was trying to check my baggage and received every default and error message except a digital middle finger. There are 'people' there to help, but when they come over they punch in some super secret code that makes everything run smooth, then they look at you with that 'Your are pathetic' smirk before they walk away to join with the other helpers to compare stories.

Why do you have to go on line to get a boarding pass 24 hours before your flight when you still have to line up at the airport for two hours for them to give you a paper boarding pass and take your luggage. Here is a helpful hint: put an outhouse in the line because a lot of seniors travel and we could sure use one.

The plane lands, it takes you forty minutes to go through all the various checkpoints, and you still get to the carousel 15 minutes before your luggage.

Speaking of check points, Have a sign that says 'You will need to show your passport 6 times, your boarding pass 8 times, and any other random pieces of paper they are going to ask for. I got tired just putting them away, taking them out, repeat.

I was stopped for a random customs check. What, you say this happens. Well let me tell you it keeps happening to me. I believe I am being profiled. This time I was worried as I was separated from the rest of the group and sent down a long corridor to a place where there were a lot of unsmiling faces on uniformed people staring at me. I was psychologically preparing myself for some kind of cavity search (at their peril mind you) when I was asked three questions. Where had I been? Was this my first time there? and how long were we away? That was it. I had to be isolated for those gripping sensitive questions. I felt like I was in Monty Python and the Holy Grail and one wrong answer and the floor would open up and I would never be seen again. My wife quietly waited for me (she is a saint) and here's the kicker: She had my passport. If they had asked to see mine I was screwed. This blog would still be waiting in my head, along with stories of prison life.

Did you know the airport sells luxury snacks? One of these years I will save up enough to see what a $3.50 chocolate bar tastes like. Don't be fooled by the packaging. They might look like the ones in Dollarama that go for .88 but there must be something special about them.

People push past you to get on the plane first. They might not be aware that it does not leave until all of us get on board. or that the seats are reserved not first come first serve.

This is my airport story.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Don't judge your vacation by what happens at the airport. That will never change. Judge it by what happens between flying there and flying home. Isn't that where you take all the pictures anyway?

[yelans-dice]

The Easter Bunny

  ( not proofread so there are probably gonna be errors ) and Yes it was inspired by one of cory's videos

Cast: Lisa, Mona, Rick, janitor mike, tommy, mom, corpse cory, dad.

Story: Lisa’s pov: Me, Mona, Rick, and Mom Were at the mall to our supplies before tomorrow because it’s halloween. I’m gonna be a zombie, Rick is going to be Pennywise from the movie “it” and Mona is going to be a princess. Me and Rick already got our costumes and Mona just got hers. So, right now we are gonna get candy for the trick or treaters. It's gonna be hard to find candy since it’s gonna be halloween. Mom is planning on getting us halloween buckets but we told her we are going to the movies ( which is in the mall ) to see the new horror movie “it’s easter time.”

But, she says she is gonna get it anyway because the tickets might sell out. That’s why we are at the mall..1 hour later. Lisa’s pov: “we are finally done and now it’s time to go home” I said while getting in the car. No one said anything and I guess they ignored me. It was silent the rest of the car ride and getting ready for bed. The next day… Lisa’s pov: yes, today is the day today is halloween! Ok, I have to see if i have everything: costume check candy check phone check purse check keys check portable charger check and money check. Ok, all ready to go *runs down  stairs* hi mom hi dad mom and dad : hi sw-/hi ho- lisa: bye mom bye dad * opens the front door and closes/slams the door.*

Mona’s pov: me and Rick are waiting for Lisa at the entrance of the movie theater. She better be lucky the ads are still on when she gets here. I see Lisa running towards us. We opened the door from both doors and Lisa ran inside and stopped. We hurried to get our snacks, popcorn, and drinks then, we gave the person our tickets and went to the theater. Luckily, the ads/trailers were still on and the whole theater seats were packed with people front and back. As soon as we sat in our seats the movie started ( 1 hour later ). Lisa and Rick were asleep. My eyes started to get heavy then I fell asleep.

Mona’s Pov: ( 1 hour ) I woke up because I was being shaked so my eyes shot wide open. It was dark “who’s there?” I yelled a flash of light shot in my eyes. I closed quickly. Lisa’s pov : “Mona you're awake” she said “what happend?” Mona asked “well you see” *flashback* “me and Rick woke up after the movie. We couldn’t see so we went out of the theater and into the mall everything was closed. But, we heard something and we got scared and ran back to the movie theater. *back to the present* and yep that’s everything” mona got up “well let’s go and explore more”. *We walked out of the theater and explored a lot*. 

All the exits were closed so we went in the “employee only door”. It was a long white wall hallway with a few missing children posters “guys i gotta use it” rick said. “Right now?” Mona replied  “yeah” rick replied back “there should be a restroom here” i said. *we went to look for the restroom we found it after rick use it we explored the hallway some more and we found a door with padlock then we went to look for a note that had the code because that's what usually happens in movies or games we found a paper that had numbers on it then-*. we saw a man in a bloody-ish bunny suit with a bloody hook like the one from the movie  he was power-walking towards us. We ran for our lives then we saw the restroom from earlier i opened the door quickly and mona and rick ran in and then i did, all three of us runned in different stalls and looked under the door. 

The man in the bunny suit came in slowly, opening each stall. He stopped at mine for a second and then went to Rick and Mona’s stall. I closed my eyes. All I could hear was Rick and Mona screaming at the top of their lungs. Then, I heard the door close. I quickly got out of the stall and went through the same door the man went through. I went to the door where it had a padlock. I opened it and I heard music. I saw a man with purple hair. I went up to him and said lisa: “help!” ???(janitor mike): “woah, how did you get in here?” lisa: “There’s a man in a bunny suit. He killed my friends” ???(janitor mike): “what? stay here” *he starts walking to the hallway* lisa: “you can’t he’ll kill you too” *he didn’t hear me i saw him walk out then a few minutes later the lights went out i quickly shut the door and hide under the desk i heard the door open and i kinda peeked out then he killed me*

[kaidenfm]

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excuse  me  did  you  see  tom  holland  hanging  around  palmwood  studios?  oh  no,  that  was  ares  kaiden  sinclair  ,  the  twenty  one  year  old  actor  who  plays  idris  lohan  on  wolf  puberty  .  yeah,  you  know  rumour  has  it  they're  -  opportunistic  ,  and  -  guiltless  ,  but  their  fans  all  say  they’re  +  goofy  ,  and  +  thoughtful  .  around  palmwood  studios  they’re  known  as  the  skirt  chaser  .

BIRTH  NAME  : ares lucas sinclair ( changed at age eighteen )

NAME  :  kaiden  lucas  sinclair

MEANING  :  kaiden  of  arabic  origin  meaning  companion;  fighter ;  lucas  of  greek  origin  meaning  bringer  of  light  ;  sinclair  of  english/french  origin  meaning pure,  renowned,  illustrious

NICKNAME(S)  :  kay

DATE  OF  BIRTH  :  may  27  2001  ( 21 )

PLACE  OF  BIRTH  :     los  angeles  ,  california

SEXUALITY  :  bisexual

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS  :     single

(  +  )  positive  traits  :  genuine,  exuberant,  perceptive

(  -  )  negative  traits  :  distrusting,  emotionally  withdrawn,  childish

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kaiden  sinclair  was  born  to  be  in  the  spotlight  ,  at  least  that's  what  he's  heard  for  as  long  as  he  can  remember  .  you've  got  such  perfect  bone  structure  ,  you're  so  naturally  charming  ,  the  public  would  just  love  you  .  he  grew  up  watching  his  mother's  old  programs  and  wishing  that  he  could  be  just  like  her  .  when  she  showed  up  to  move  kaiden  and  his  sister  out  of  their  grandparents  house  he  was  more  than  a  little  angry  about  it  ,  he  asked  her  how  am  i  going  to  be  famous  now  !  more  than  a  few  times  .  looking  back  at  it  ,  he  can  see  the  wisdom  in  her  decision  ,  the  moments  of  joy  she  was  able  to  carve  out  for  them  that  wouldn't  have  been  possible  had  she  raised  them  in  the  limelight  but  something  inside  him  always  itched  for  more  .  he  got  his  big  break  at  seventeen  when  he  starred  in  a  disney  channel  original  that  quickly  became  a  best  selling  franchise  .  he  was  a  hit  .  partying  had  always  been  a  big  part  of  his  life  it  just  kicked  into  overdrive  when  he  was  suddenly  making  his  own  money  .  the  first  DUI  was  actually  pretty  easy  to  hide  ,  so  easy  that  he  forgot  that  it  happened  until  he  got  the  second  one  .  the  news  didn't  really  affect  his  life  much  ,  he  was  already  done  filming  the  last  movie  in  his  franchise  and  done  with  his  obligations  .  he  was  told  to  be  better  ,  smarter  ,  and  so  he  was  .  he  got  so  good  at  hiding  his  problem  that  nobody's  noticed  .  while  being  a  side  character  on  a  teen  drama  isn't  exactly  what  he  had  in  mind  for  his  next  project  his  problem  is  a  bit  of  an  open  secret  in  hollywood  so  he  isn't  exactly  rolling  in  job  offers  .  

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from  early  on  kaiden  learned  to  use  humor  as  a  way  to  keep  people  from  looking  past  the  surface  so  it's  nearly  impossible  to  get  him  to  take  things  seriously  .  not  that  he'd  notice  the  world  ending  around  him  ,  he's  pretty  wrapped  up  in  himself  and  his  family  .  he's  very  very  protective  of  his  mother  and  his  sister  and  will  ten  toes  down  ask  you  what  your  ‘  intentions  ’  are  if  you  try  and  date  one  of  them  .  his  coping  skills  are  pretty  limited  so  when  he's  feeling  anything  besides  happiness  he  tends  to  drink  ,  do  drugs  or  have  sex  .  he  can  be  vindictive  and  mean  when  he  feels  like  he's  been  wronged  ;  he's  got  no  problem  going  total  scorched  earth  and  releasing  your  nudes  to  the  public  . he  can  be  kind  and  caring  ,  he'll  carry  your  purse  for  you  ,  keep  a  pair  of  flats  and  a  little  snack  tucked  in  his  backpack  because  he  knows  how  much  red  carpets  suck  but  at  the  same  time  ,  there's  an  expiration  date  to  any  and  all  relationships  because  he  simply  refuses  to  have  a  deep  emotional  connection  with  someone.  

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likes :  sex  /  fruity  drinks  /  first  person  shooters  /  lemonade  /  nirvana  /  skateboards  /  water  guns  /  cocaine  /  flirting  /  his  mama  /  harry  styles  /  disney  movies  /  manicures  /  sailing  /  training  dogs  /  long  naps  /  exploring  abandoned  buildings  /  staring  an  argument  and  then  walking  away  

dislikes : bees  /  model  planes  /  hearing  people  out  /  scratchy  fabrics  /  being  wrong  /  sappy  movies  /  public  speaking  /  getting  sick  /  hugging  strangers  /  anyone  who  dates  his  mom  or  sister  /  astrology  /  love  /  pickles  /  storms  /  mushrooms  /  cheeseburgers