#as well as watching my dad cook and hearing about my grandma's [my dad's mom's] baking

[bubblegum-snowdrop]

girl wtf you bake your own bread???? that sounds so hard

It's actually not hard! It takes a bit of arm strength and patience, that's all. Besides- it's lovely to make something and wear a cute apron. Mine has cat patterns on it :D

Baking in general is great. Cookies, cinnamon buns [actually made those yesterday too], cake, muffins, pretzels... and that's not even getting into cooking. I recently made my parents a breakfast and I had so much fun!!!! It was eggs [they were over-easy, I think is the term. It was my first time making eggs and I was so proud!], hashbrowns and bacon. Mom and dad loved them!!!!

But yeah- cooking and baking is so rewarding to me, and very calming too. I could spend all day in a kitchen just cooking all sorts of dishes, listening to music and seeing people enjoy it afterwards. I couldn't be a chef or baker though;;; I like going at my own pace far too much for that. BUT ANYWAY!!!! Please give cooking/baking a try, it's wonderful and rewarding. And you only get better with time!

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : HOW DO WE FIX THIS?

You were running late and he was going to hate you for it but he’ll understand eventually. He knows that when working on a new album, it takes time and dedication, so he’ll definitely understand.

You rush out of your car, slamming the door shut, making sure you lock it behind you and storm inside your shared home.

“Jack?” You yell out, taking off your coat and throwing it on the hanger. “Jackman, are you down here?”

You head to the kitchen and see the dining table beautifully set up with rose petals and candles scattered around. There’s food on the table as well and a flower arrangement but still no sign of your husband.

You look around the kitchen and notice all the pots in the sink, smiling to yourself because you can already picture him around the kitchen. Jack is definitely not a cook, he has a hard time following your recipes, but it’s the thought that counts.

You see a little notepad sticking to the fridge door and head to it, “Went to pick up the kids.”

You start washing dishes and picking up the kitchen real quick, as soon as you put the last dish in the rack, you hear little footsteps running inside.

You smile and head to the living room, “Are those my babies?”

“Momma.”

“Mommy.”

Both kids tackle you to the floor and hug you. “Oh I missed you guys. How was your day with grandma?”

“It was so fun” Mia starts, “we painted and watched movies, then tio Clay came over and we played water balloon fight.”

You smile at that, brushing her hair out of her face. “That sounds like a fun day bug.”

Ez nods “it was super fun momma, but I missed you and daddy.”

“Well how about we all cuddle in bed and watch some movies huh?” You suggest, the kids start nodding in excitement.

“You two little monsters need to shower and head to bed early.” Jack says, reaching for the kids.

“But daddy, we wants cuddles and movies.”

“I know little man, but tomorrow we have a busy day, so head upstairs and get your towels. I’ll be there in a sec.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, staring at Jack but he doesn’t even look at you.

You stand up and smile down at the kids. “Háganle caso a su papá.”

“Fine.”

“Okay.” They both say and run away to do what their dad asked.

“What’s tomorrow?.”

“What?”

“You told them tomorrow is a busy day, what’s tomorrow?” You ask him.

He scoffs. “Tomorrow is our annual family trip.” He rolls his eyes. “You know, the one you’ve been planning since last year.”

“Shit, I totally forgot about that.” You groan and mentally slap yourself.

“Yeah I can tell, you’ve been doing that lately.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been super busy with this album and I know that isn’t an excuse but-“

“Then don’t make it an excuse, I need you here, present with us. How many times did you give me shit for spending all my time working and not putting our family first?” He snaps.

“Jack-“ You shake your head, going up to him trying to wrap your arms around him but he pushes you off.

“You out of everyone should know how important it is to leave all that shit outside the door. When we’re here is for us and our kids. You haven’t been around to know that Ezequiel lost two teeth, or that Mia won her kickball game, a game she hates.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m a bad mom.” You whisper and wrap your arms around yourself.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He takes a deep breath. “Balance and communication is all I’m asking for.”

“DADDY WE READY.” Ezequiel yells.

“On my way little man.” Jack yells back.

He turns to look at you, kissing your forehead. “I love you, you’re the love of my life and the mother of my kids. I’ve given you time to work on your projects, but you haven’t been here. We either find a way to fix this, fix us. Or there’s no more us.”

You snap your head his way. “W-what does that mean?”

“You know what it means.” He shrugs.

“You don’t understand, you think this is easy? You don’t know what I’m going through.” You snap with tears rolling down your face.

“Yeah because you don’t tell me anything anymore.” He replies sadly and walks out, heading to your kids.

“Because if you knew, you’d hate me.” You whisper after he leaves.

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[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Haha..new tawog hcs <3

(also my mom always told me I was exactly like Gumball and I never forgot about it)

- gumball loves horror, horror films, games anything. Darwin does not.

- gumball standard face is :3, the problem is that people can't understand if he's smiling mischievously or if it's his normal face.

- gumball when he was younger liked to snooze in Darwin's bowl.

Darwin had to sleep in the bathtub sometimes for it

- Carrie feels lonely because she can't touch anything, not even Darwin. She feels alone despite being in a room with so many people.

- penny flirts, Gumball gets flustered.

- gumball enjoys saying words in different languages, he likes to say ciao, hola, excusez-moi,Nǐ hǎo and more. It's simple words really, hello, excuse me, or words of objects like pants, paper, anything. He just likes to do that.

- Darwin likes to hum parts of songs, while instead gumball likes to make little noises.

Darwin says that if he hears weird noises around him he knows he's not going crazy it's just gumball.

- gumball speaks alone, he just speaks out loud to himself (got it from his grandma.), Darwin instead likes to write (no matter how bad his handwriting is.) he just keeps a diary no one can read and instead looks like some kind of secret code.

- Richard knows how to cook, he's just too lazy to do so. Sometimes he does cook whenever Nicole can't because she's too tired.

- Nicole suffers of insomnia.

- gumball is he sits still for too long will start rocking slightly unconsciously, he doesn't even notice it when he does it.

- Darwin has abandonment issues, which explains his jealousy whenever gumball and penny hang out.

it surely does annoy gumball because he can't properly enjoy some time alone with his girlfriend, but he gets where Darwin comes from, so he doesn't get mad, but he gets annoyed still.

Gumball makes up for Darwin by hanging out with him the next day.

- Anais is.. lonely. The only time she ever gets someone to hang out with is Polly. Whenever gumball is babysitting her.

But it's still lonely for Anais since it's not that often.

- when people say Gumball is anxious and paranoid, they ain't joking. Gumball is genuinely anxious about anything, talking to people he doesn't know, going in public, coming in late, coming in too early, what if this happens, what if that happens. He just pretends he's all good (he is very much not)

- Darwin always wonders what would happen if they were fictional, who would be he shipped with.

Gumball knows that answer very well. He decides to stay silent for his brother's mental health. (He saw things that he shouldn't have)

- gumball is the kid who says romance is disgusting but then gets all lovely dovely with his girlfriend

- gumball originally wanted the bed on top because he enjoyed watching everyone from up there but Darwin wanted him by his side at night so he just got the bottom one.

- gumball is the one asking "would you still love me if I was a worm" in the relationship.

- Nicole is not a cat person, and it's actually a thing between cats. For example my eldest cat HATES other cats, it took him ages to get used to the new kitten. Oh but he's super friendly and cuddly with new people! He loves anything that isn't a cat. He purrs and cuddles.

So yeah. Nicole doesn't enjoy the presence of other cats around, unless it's a cat she knows, like her parents or his son. (It's a territory thing for cats, btw.)

- Darwin sometime pets gumball with his feet. Gumball lets him until it gets annoying.

- gumball sometimes joins in the gossip between masami and Leslie.

- Penny's dad is tormented by gumball. He's like when a cat goes specifically to the people who don't like cats and ignore everyone else. That's exactly their relationship.

Y'know the whole "I bought a cat despite my dad not wanting it" situation? Yeah. That's gumball and penny's family.

- Anais once ran a business where she sold candy, and she got money instead. Didn't run for long because president brown treated it like some illegal drug situation or something

- gumball when he was younger was that one kid who looks cute and acts innocent around adults but he's a nightmare to the other kids his age. He still is, he's just everyone's problem now.

- once in class they talked about scoliosis or any problem of posture and it took weeks for gumball to convince Darwin that he did not have scoliosis or any of the other things, he's just a cat and cats are built weird. It's normal.

- whenever Gumball coughs he sounds like a dying man who has smoked for 30 years, no one knows why but it scares the shit out of everyone each time.

- gumball thrives in dresses. He's the prettiest girl at the party.

- honestly gumball is just a crazy bastard, in the real sense. Like he's fully unhinged and it's not even funny, penny is dating some kind of maniac who will literally kill people just because he wants to prove a point (and he did already in the show. Multiple times.)

And..she still loves him and she just says "it's part of his charm."

- gumball whenever he has to go to the doctor (or vet, in his case.) has to be tied up and sedated real hard because he just hates hospitals. He just hates any hospital, doctor, vet, anything. He hates being there, it makes him super uncomfortable and he has tried before to escape but ended up doing more damage than anything

Anais Is only scared like a little kid, nothing wrong with that, usually it's Darwin to hold her hands (gumball can't because he's busy not being at the doctor. He doesn't wanna go near anything that relates to a doctor or a hospital.)

Darwin is relatively calm at the doctor's appointment (he cries after because he was real scared but was very brave.)

- the reason why gumball hardly gets sick (and if he does is because he makes himself sick just to skip school.) is because he was basically FED antibiotics when he was a toddler. His mother was just very anxious about gumball and his health.

then there's Anais, getting sick once a week.

- Gumball ironically thought of becoming a doctor once, simply because the subject itself is interesting. buttt he gave it up because he's too lazy to actually study all that crap.

- gumball either doesn't remember any of his dreams, or if he does it feels like something that actually happen (it didn't) or he was high or something.

Darwin remembers them very clearly and enjoys talking about it! They are nonsensical though.

Anais actually has.. somewhat..normal dreams? She dreams about daisy anyway.

- sometimes Leslie asks gumball genuine opinion on boys in terms of dating, since Leslie only knows gumball who (as a guy) likes guys. The rest seem to be straight (therefore will only talk to you about girls, instead of boys) or just aren't interested in dating.

..only because gumball actually has good points and good taste. In both boys and girls. (But Leslie is interested in boys.)

- gumball sometimes says that penny looks like a sunset and that he would prefer seeing her over the actual sunset, she hasn't recovered from it still.

- gumball figured out he was bisex because before he had a crush on penny he actively thought a few guys in his school were cute and he would date them if he had the chance. Probably had a crush on one or two of 'em.

- in the Wattersons house there's this rule of "don't trust gumball if he's either sleep deprived or after 8pm" because he'll start spitting stuff like "your nervous system has no idea your eyes exist so once they find out, you are already blind because the nervous system sees them as a threat." Or "you can get an aneurysm at any time no matter how healthy you are" and it freaks Darwin out to the point he can't sleep.

so they told Darwin, gumball just lies by 8pm and doesn't think straight when sleep deprived. Just so Darwin can sleep.

- penny is a gumball apologist. Yes her boyfriend is a dumbass and yes he did nothing wrong (she absolutely knows gumball is totally in the wrong most of the time but she defends him nonetheless.)

- gumball is normally on his tippy toes, like any cat. So to reach Penny's cheek to kiss her he has to get on a stool, needs her to crouch down or she needs to pick him up.

- penny is going insane with the whole red flag, green flag, situationship, one month rule this one month rule that.. gumball instead has NO idea how to date or what to do but he's doing a better job than any guy in existence.

- Carrie and gumball hang around in hunted houses. For fun. Gumball is the "hey ghosts! It's ya boy!" Type.

- penny enjoys getting all dressed up whenever it's for a date and gumball is Adam Sandler walking around with his clothing style

- usually it's gumball who makes a ponytail for Anais with her ears.

- yeah gumball has a sister, you know he's well educated on periods and all that shit. (His mother got him ready before Anais was born for when she'll need help.)

- gumball is just not innocent. Not in the sense that he's dirty minded, it's that he just knows stuff normal kids his age don't.

He just acts clueless and dumb so people don't expect much from him, he's too lazy to get high expectations. but he's actually smart and more mature mentally than kids his age.

- Darwin HATES vomiting. Vomit. Anything related to that. He's not scared but really REALLY grossed out, can't even think about it he gets nauseous himself.

- Darwin takes ages to type on phone so he always asks gumball who's relatively fast.

- Darwin.. can't spell. Or at least, has difficulties in it. Gumball always messes with him by giving him the wrong spelling. Darwin never realizes.

- gumball has big difficulties in math. and ms. Simian doesn't make it easier for him.

- Darwin info dumps about sea animals. Gumball now know useless facts about sea animals. (Does not complain)

- gumball likes lemons...again something he shouldn't eat but he does anyway.

- the nickname gumball is from the fact that he tends to sleep tucked in like a ball, which looks like a blue gumball. People just started calling him constantly 'gumball' because it's funny when a cat has a stupid name. (Realistic to irl anyway)

- gumball has a problem with texture.

gumball has both problems with texture AND picky on his own, his mother is going insane with it.

- gumball and Nicole are the fastest in the family, gumball is the fastest in his class if we don't count bobert.

while Nicole shows often how fast she is, gumball is too lazy for that. At least for P.E.

Normally he slows down so Darwin can keep up with him.

- gumball enjoyed eating fish but since it made Darwin uncomfortable he stopped altogether.

- sometimes people tell Darwin that his brother doesn't love him, because cats "don't love you", and that most likely if Darwin dies gumball will eat him.

Darwin response is "okay, I'll let him. He's gotta eat if he's hungry."

- yes gumball often ignores everyone like general cats do. He moves his ears towards your direction but god forbid him to stop his session of watching people from the window and stalk them.

- the coach has to literally give gumball an extra prize (food for free for example) to "motivate him" to do any kind of exercise during P.E. otherwise that cat will never feel like doing unnecessary exercise.

(20% of the time it works.)

- having gumball as a student is like having this guy hang around without a care of the fact that you're here.

Darwin instead will follow instructions CONSTANTLY, sometimes too literally though.

- gumball when he was little used to grab birds or small animals and bring the home, he never really "hunted" them, he just wanted them as a friend in the house.

- gumball is just an average cat just with the ability to talk.

So this small little thing with a massive ego. Y'know, kitty cats!

Nicole is more traumatized than anything, she's the opposite of gumball but that's just because of trauma, really. She still hasn't healed fully from it.

- when gumball was younger he used to bring random food to Darwin because he thought his little brother wasn't capable of doing it himself- like when a cat hunts for you and brings you birds or mice. He's just tryna help.

Sometimes he still does.

- gumball tilts his head when he's confused and trying to understand something.

- cats..play with their food.

You know damn well gumball dies that too. Just not with food, he plays around with people. By making shenanigans and chaos around of course, all in good fun! So yeah he's entertaining himself while everyone screams around.

- gumball stress eats

- when gumball, or any of the Watterson kids need comfort, they go to their father. If they need advice and someone to kick ass, they go to their mother.

- gumball would rather adopt than getting Penny's pregnant. He knows what kind of stuff can happen with a pregnancy or giving birth (death, specifically.) and his anxious ass will not put his girlfriend through that.

- gumball is secretly a nerd. He particularly likes biology and psychology.

He hides this fact about him though, being a nerd at a middle school is like asking to be killed on the spot.

- just like for Darwin watching gumball's ears move individually and can do a 180° is freaky, for gumball it's weird looking at Darwin move his little fish tail at will.

- Darwin taught gumball how to swim like gumball taught Darwin how to walk.

- gumball's grandma (Nicole's mom) has definitely cried like once or twice just by looking at gumball. Because that's HER GRANDSON. And he's just so similar to her child, it's like watching both her little girl in front of her again and watching how much she has missed of Nicole's life.

Gumball's grandpa just calls gumball "Nicole."

"hey Nicole!"

"I'm gumball"

"same thing"

- gumball remembers everything. He pretends not to, but he does. Even if sometimes people say something else happened or have no memory of it, he just remembers it.

This means he remembers when rob killed his entire family in front of him, and gumball is still not fucking over it.

right after it he couldn't sleep or just HAD to cling to Darwin because he thought nothing would happen if he did. If gumball can't die because he's the protagonist, then if he clings to Darwin then neither can he.

Took weeks, painful weeks, of gumball recovering from a trauma only he remembers. His own family tried their best to help him while not even knowing what was bothering him.

Gumball doesn't hate rob but in that moment he wanted to kill him so bad, and he tried too (the only time gumball hates that his own show is family friendly and restrained him from hurting seriously rob)

- gumball wears clothes from the girl section because not only does they fit him better but because they are just more fun to pick (the boy section is just copy and paste. It's boring.)

- yes, Darwin's shoes are STILL the same one gumball gave him all those years ago. They are kind of falling apart but he always fixes them or changes them in order for them to fit

- gumball has a group chat but its members are all the characters that exists on cartoon network. Like yeah gumball is friends with uncle grandpa, yes with Clarence, yes with any character you can think of. They are all friends.

- gumball is the one who says "hear me out" to the most disgusting creatures ever existed.

In fact he constantly says hear me out to penny whenever she transforms into something she finds "ugly and disgusting"

he never means it sexually or anything, on one side it's a joke he likes to do to see people's reaction, on the other, he genuinely loves penny despite on how she looks and it makes her feel better whenever he says that, so.

(he literally fell in love with a walking peanut, if her turning into a dragon doesn't bring him to his knees then idk what does)

- gumball was the one kicking his feet whenever penny texted him or paid attention to him. he still does.

- people think gumball is insane, like genuinely he's mad. And he agrees

- honest I like to believe that in gumball's universe every other animal evolved, cats, bunnies, ect but humans did not or if they did, they are rare asf (reason why humans are "weird" in the gumball world) then other things started to appear, probably from radiations or something and that's where the objects started to walk around.

So everything is still modern but built not for humans but for animals/objects walking around

- Tobias and Leslie did date for a short,in secret, didn't work out too well.

Now for headcanons that I do have and did said before but saying them again

- gumball likes to hang out at Penny's just to loaf and sleep on her chest. She plays on his phone instead (Penny's dad is always worried they might be doing something freaky but that's all he sees.)

- gumball is that type of cat who sits weird as fuck. Like no he doesn't sit like a standard cat he SITS CRISS CROSS APPLESAUCE.

- Darwin has HUMAN feet. the rest is fish. Like when you glue two pieces of different toys together

- gumball is a lanky dude, like for cats he's a tall and lanky motherfucker (like his mother, for cats she's super tall just like her mother.) he just wears baggy clothes so he looks tiny (because he's a young kitten)

- gumball says ominous shit for fun

- gumball constantly slow blinks at penny, she thinks he's high or sleep deprived

- when gumball, or any character that has legs like a cat, deer, horse ect. Wears pants they look like "normal legs" (human legs.)

- gumball's tail is usually down, he's not sad or anything, he's neutral, but oh if he sees penny you see that tail raise AND vibrate (for a cat it means he's EXTRA happy to see you and that he missed you as well.)

- gumball is aware that he's in a cartoon, it's all he ever knew so he can't be upset at that if you never saw the world differently.

Ok I'm done Tumblr is starting to lag when I type on this

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Did everyone have a good thanksgiving? I had a good thanksgiving, but I need to vent a little bit, so you are about to hear all about the last Two Weeks of my sitcom Life.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There are no obligations except to cook and eat delicious food. But what about it's bigoted and racist history, you say, what about the bigoted racist family members you must deal with? Well I say to you, once you have taken charge of your own life the world opens up and you realize that every holiday has a bigoted and racist history, but this holiday in particular offers you the chance to ridicule those bigoted family members to their face while eating yourself into a food coma and pretending to be polite about it. You can do the same thing at Christmas, but there's not kitschy annoying music or obligation to buy presents at Thanksgiving.

So I had plans for Thanksgiving. I was going down to see my family for the week. I had invested dozens of man hours and hundreds of dollars in plans for the weekend which are now getting shunted into Christmas presents, so that's my shopping done.

So I go out on Friday with friends and we did not intend to close down the bar that night but we did and then me and my partner were up at the crack of dawn to get on the road and drive down for Thanksgiving. It's a 7 hour drive but we make it fairly regularly.

But then my dad calls at 8:30 in the morning just before we leave. Grandma in Texas has passed away. And really I should have been thinking about it but I didn't, Because approximately 3 hours and 200 miles later we get another phone call and we are going to Texas.

So fun fact, last minute airlines tickets are always a bitch, but last minute tickets on a holiday weekend are a whole other Beast. Also, i am packed for Thanksgiving in Alaska. Not a memorial in Texas. But I had a chance to ditch my snowpants and mukluks at my moms house before I flew down early with her to go clean out my grandma's assisted living apartment. And this was where I had my first fuckup.

In total we were in transit for something like 9 hours, because Alaska is a long ways from everywhere. And we wanted to watch something. And I said The Fall of the House of Usher is good. And I didn't even think about it.

And it is good, but if you haven't seen it, you should know that the first episode, includes the main character explaining what he is such a shithead by blaming it on his mommy issues. Mom turns out to be the kind of person who says things like "pain and suffering are the kiss of Jesus" and you think he might have a point, but then she dies and gets buried in the backyard but she's not actually dead so she rises from the dead to go commit murder, and that is what I watched with my mother on the plane to go settle my grandma's affairs.

[canon-vi]

I tried to create her on January 3, but forgot...

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Name: Anastasia

Name abbreviations (popular and frequently used): Nastya, Nastenka, Nastyukha, Asya

Age: 8-9

Height: 134

Birthday: April 30 (April 30) {it’s just that my friend Nastya was born on the same day—}

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Asya has aphasia, to put it simply, she is mute, she became mute after the car accident

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For conversations she always carries a notebook with a pen, she keeps this notebook in her bag

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Nastya is a very tactile child, she loves hugs and physical contact, especially with her family

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She has trouble sleeping and has nightmares, often involving an accident, so she goes to her parents' room for support from Merciless

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She is patient with bullying, but at the same time vindictive, she remembers everyone who has offended her in some way and the “evil” comes back doubly, “there are devils in still waters,” she once doused a girl with boiling water, but that doesn’t matter—

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Nastya has a personal diary, even 2, one where she writes everything good and leaves it where someone can find it, and the second about all her and not only terrible secrets, which she hides... But I won’t tell you where, what if someone find it? (under the floor)

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Asya wants to become a programmer in the future and create her own game, wish her luck :3

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Nastya loves all sorts of folk and pagan holidays, like Russian Maslenitsa, but who doesn’t like baking and eating pancakes for a week, and burning an effigy at the end of the week? It's fun and delicious!

Note:

— Aphasia is a local absence or disorder of already formed speech with impaired speech perception while maintaining hearing. It occurs with organic lesions of the speech parts of the cortex (and the “nearest subcortex” - as Luria puts it) of the brain as a result of injuries, tumors, strokes, inflammatory processes and some mental illnesses. Aphasia affects various forms of speech activity

— The name Anastasia has meanings: return to life, resurrection, rebirth

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Dream:

" I don't know him, but the name sounds familiar, maybe I heard about him once? I don't know, I'm not sure "

Ink:

" Isn't this Aunt Drop's mom? I heard about her, Aunt Drop said that someday she would show me photographs of her! I can't wait for her to show it to me!! "

Cross:

" Grandpa cooks very tasty, I like to cook with him, and he is also strong and cool! I love it when he rides me on his neck! "

Hope:

" Mom and dad always spoke well of her, but grandpa shudders as soon as he hears her name, I would like to meet her :D "

Nightmare:

" Dad talks very little about him, but he definitely loves him, well, I think so "

Killer:

" Grandma Kill? Dad loves to talk about her, and I love to listen to his stories, sometimes dad says that I am very similar to her "

Merciless:

" Dad is the kindest and the best, it seems to me that he will support me, even if I need to kill and bury someone I love him :3 "

Lux:

" Mom says that I take after my dad in appearance and even in mind, which means she loves me just like dad: D I love my mom, I feel safe with her! But it’s very painful to see how sad mom is, I don’t want to leave her alone :( "

Pallete:

" Thief. "

Drop:

" Aunt Drop is cool, she creates games! When I grow up, I want to create games just like her! :D For some reason, aunt always carefully leaves us, I don’t understand why? "

Sunrise:

" If I hadn’t just stood and watched, that guy wouldn’t have taken her Sorry, Sun :( I miss her "

Moonrise:

" Brother Moon is very cute He often reminds me of Sunrise, I really try not to cry at such moments, but sometimes I fail :'( "

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Fun fact: I decided to create Nastya when my friend with the same name was in the hospital with alcohol poisoning in a coma, ahah

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E. L. A. by @anotherrosesthatfell

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

hey dude, love the writing! your characterizations are so on point for em :0 what do you reckon the merc's hobbies are in their downtime? like knitting, golfing, stuff like that.

TF2 Mercs and Their Hobbies!

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I'm glad people think I'm good because that justifies the fact that this is what I do with my spare time 😭 (kidding) Also again mandatory mutual appreciation, love ya for that 🫶🏻 and ty for loving my writing, I really appreciate it <3

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This one's definitely got me smiling and kicking my legs bc something about the idea of these guys being happy and doing normal human things makes me happy.

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Demo knits! He also sews and crochets. This man is just a little grandma (affectionate). His mom taught him, and he just always liked it. It's calming, has definitely given the other Mercs blankets, and just claimed, "Oh well, I found it somewhere." Like it isn't in their well-known favorite color or subtly customized to them. I think he'd also be into most art. Painting and wood carving are two I think he'd fine interesting.

Engie- This man loves Legos. He has at least ten finished sets and about six unfinished ones lying around. He buys the adult sets for himself but has bought Pyro smaller sets so they can build together. Also isn't opposed to going fishing.

Heavy- Did you know he likes rock climbing? Turns out it's a lot easier to get into that hobby if you're strong. He's also a fan of hiking and swimming. Also very good at chess, he and Madic play a lot.

Medic- He loves music! He's good at it too, (I've seen others hc that he plays violin and please I love that, I love violin.) Along with the violin he kills on piano. It's actually really nice to hear piano coming from the lab and not screaming. Who knew? THIS. MAN. LOVES. TO. DANCE. He knows how to and loves to teach people. He specifically likes ballroom dancing, he can waltz, he can swing, if you can think of a dance he probably learned how to do it at some point.

Scout- Sports are probably the most obvious hobby I could pick for Scout, with video games coming in second. But I am a man who deviates from the obvious. He likes to bake and cook! Like I've seen people say this man can't boil water, and that's an insane take to me. Sure, it's funny, but this man loves his mom. Do you think he didn't bake and cook with her to help her out? He has a box of recipes that have been in the family for years. This man is killer when it comes to food, and I will die on this hill. (When he's baking, though, Pyro comes out of nowhere to "help." If any fellow bakers know how annoying it is to have a partner in the kitchen, you'll know how patient Scout has become, but he aurally doesn't mind Pyro baking with him after a while.) Don't ask him to do paintball with you! He loves it a bit too much.

Sniper- My man loves plants. He loves to garden. He has a little windowsill planter in his van. He grows little fruit plants sometimes and has a few cacti scattered around. He also has a bonsai tree, which he is meticulous with. You'd think this man would take up these hobbies to relax, but no. He is also insanely good at poker.

Spy- Really in to calligraphy, origami, and wine tasting. (Also, not really a hobby, but I hc that he can bartend if need be). He's just really into the "fancier." Hobbies that can also show off his art skills, also he likes wine so yk.

Soldier- Like Sniper, he's a really good poker player. He's definitely more into it than the other guys. He hates losing. He also does the traditional suburban while dad hobbies. He watches football and likes to grill. He's just a silly little American man.

Pyro- For the most part, they don't have a singular hobby they really do by themself. Scout and Engie just tend to include them in theirs, so they've never really had to figure out what to do in their downtime. But that doesn't mean they didn't find one eventually. They get into collecting! Specifically, bugs! They have at least two orchid praying mantis and one normal green one in a shadow box. Plus, they have a small collection on honeybees and even some scorpions and spiders (I know they aren't bugs, but I feel like most bug collectors have them too.) Engie went into Pyros room once because Pyro wanted to show off their collection and nearly fainted when Pyro showed off their favorite spider, it was a camel spider. (Look them up if you want but good God, they're so gross 😭)

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One of my favorites to write, super cute and wholesome idea. I smiled the whole time writing this.

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[frogprincesnowglobe]

I was tagged by @missmeganlee and @simonsapelsin for this tag game! Thanks guys I love this stuff so much. Also, Meg you fenced saber? How cool is that! And Simonsapelsin I'm curious about the naughty cat. Need naughty cat details for sure.

Where were you born? Southern California, USA

Are you named after anyone? My name was kind of meant to sound similar to one of my dad's great aunts, the same kind of vibe at least. My middle name is in honor of the baby girl my parents had before me, who didn't live long. It was her middle name too. And my mom liked it because it's a flower name (my middle name) like my Grandma had.

What's your eye colour? Brown

What sports do you play/used to play? I dabbled in dance as a kid, and I did a little horse riding in my early 20's but nothing really stuck.

Favourite subject in school? I liked English the most, sometimes social studies. I read a lot as a kid so English was pretty great. I really disliked that we had to wait and "no reading ahead" was commonly brought up. I wanted to get passionate about the books and keep going with them. But it was my favorite for sure. Don't ask me about math.

How tall are you? I'm not sure? I was told 5'5 1/2 years ago but when I had to have crutches last year the nurses claimed I had to be taller because the crutches height for 5'5/5'6 didn't work. I had them measure me recently and they said 5'4. So...5'4--5'5?

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I'm very sarcastic. I like one liners and stuff as well.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Probably their hair and outfit.

Scary movies or happy endings? I prefer happy endings. I used to watch loads of scary movies but I can't anymore. I want good, happy endings. :D

Any special talents? I can crochet really well, if that counts.

What are your hobbies? I love baking and watching historical baking and cooking videos. I also enjoy reading, I collect antique and vintage books (particularly mysteries), sometimes geocaching is cool. Crochet, I used to collect dolls and I'm getting back into that. Video games. But I'm not really consistent, stuff comes and goes in waves. My main hobby is currently blogging about this little show from Sweden about this prince and......

When was the last time you cried? Today. I had some tears well up. I had a good cry yesterday too.

Do you have pets? I have a Turtle named Leonardo. Leo has been my buddy for 15 1/2 years. I also have a black kitty with a little white tummy named Snoopy. She was a relative's cat who I've taken in after they passed away. She is very spoiled and has recently become much more open and showing a really strong personality.

Do you have kids? No kids currently. My brother has plans though so aunt duties in the future!

Dream job? Same as Megan. I'm not sure but I need something where I can make my own schedule and be creative. No desk job please, I get bored easily.

I'm going to Tag These lovely people who can do it if they feel like (no pressure but I love hearing about you)

@snallavanta @atdawnweryd @andthatisnotfake @notalotgoingonatthisinstant @bluedalahorse and @freakishly-bookish-ant

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Had to talk to my mother yesterday because I called my dad to wish him Happy Father's Day. Mom went on a twenty-minute story about how my grandma and her husband are clearly so horribly unable to care for themselves and how they're declining SO MUCH and how HARD it is to watch them go through this.

Meanwhile, my grandmother is about to turn 89, and outside of vision issues is in perfect health. Her husband had a mini stroke a couple of years ago and also suffered a brain injury from a fall, so there's some minor cognitive stuff like waking up and forgetting where they are if they're traveling, but overall, he's healthy and able to communicate and do things.

But also, they're either in or about to be in their 9th decade on Earth. Shit happens because you live a life. For fuck's sake, they still live alone. Grandma still does all the cooking. They have a dog they take out for walks twice a day. They still like taking little trips.

The last one they took, Grandma's husband had a harder time than usual, which led my grandma to say to my mom, "I don't think we'll be taking trips like this anymore."

My interpretation: Grandma understands her husband has limits and sees that going on even a small trip can be stressful for him and her, so it's better not to put him through the stress. However, this doesn't mean that arrangements can't be made for her husband to stay home with someone for company while Grandma and my mom and my aunt (who lives nearby) go out and enjoy a similar little trip.

My mother's interpretation: It's just so sad how small grandma's world is becoming because she can't drive and her husband is so clearly in a terrible decline and clearly what my mother said was that she was locking herself away forever.

It was exhausting to listen to. I just saw Grandma and her husband when we were down visiting, and they are clearly doing very well for being very old and dealing with the health shit they deal with. To hear my mother tell it, my poor grandmother is blind and unable to do anything herself. To actually see it, Grandma can see well enough to punch her pin into a credit card machine but needed someone to put it in the slot for her. These are not the same thing.

But this is my mom's narcissism. None of this is about the actual lives of my grandparents or their actual limitations. It's about how hard it is for my mother to see them get older, and the only way she can talk about it is to lie about the actual severity of their health in order to milk sympathy from people around her about how hard it is for HER.

Apparently, my grandmother recently told my mom how much she wishes she could still drive, just to go to the store and get to the doctor. My mom's response was to remind my grandma about the shuttle bus that will take her to those places if she'd only just USE IT.

My grandmother has always been a very independent person. The moment mom told me that story then told me her response in a "Look how hard I work to help them" sort of tone, I got so angry. It's not about not having options. It's about losing independence. Grandma has actually bought a punch card to use the shuttle bus but hasn't actually gotten on the shuttle yet. I'm really proud of her for buying the card. That's a major concession to who she is and the amount of independence she'd prefer to have. But since she hasn't actually used the card yet, my mother treats it like some sort of slap to the face.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again; Knowing all the plays in my mother's narcissism handbook means I can spot her bullshit as it happens. It doesn't always make it easier or less stressful to deal with.

And given the utter devotion I actually have for my grandmother, it's especially annoying to hear my mother talk about her in these fucking ridiculous terms. So glad my aunt is nearby and helps with the day-to-day. We are very alike, my aunt and I, and I can tell that she and my grandparents have built a very good relationship where my aunt is ready to help but also willing to give them room to breathe.

[skullrock]

i have to use my tumblr as a diary bc i have no one else to talk to i fear 🫶🏻

if ur reading this i am going to be talking about illness and death so pls be advised

my grandma pretty much raised me when i was a kid and was the first person really to know i was gay (even before i knew lmfao) and she was genuinely my bestest friend in the world up until i was like 11 and started middle school. she taught me how to sew and she let me try on her vintage jewelry and gave me her mom’s jewelry when i was like 10 which was very nice of her. we used to sit on her countertop and make pepperoni rolls from scratch and honestly they’re like the worst pepperoni rolls you’d ever have but she taught me how to make them so they were actually the best in the world. we would watch cooking channel and she would tell me all about cowboys she used to have crushes on. i used to make up stories about roy rogers while sitting in her kitchen and i would do just about anything and say just about anything to make her and the rest of my family laugh.

two months ago she had a devastating stroke - she’s 92 years old. we didn’t get her to the hospital in a very timely manner because we didn’t realize she had a stroke until WAY late and the doctor told us it was 50/50 whether she would be okay or not. that was one of the worst nights of my life. next day she woke up and was talking!! moving!! smiling!! joking!! it was literally a fucking miracle and i still can’t believe she was okay after that. but the doctors wanted her to go to physical therapy bc she just needed some help getting her legs/arms/speech working again so she went to an independent inpatient which was basically a nursing home. she was there for 12 days and got ZERO CARE. to the point where she developed two bedsores, one very major. the facility did not even tell us she had it when she was discharged and my family found it on their own. a visiting nurse said the bedsore was stage 4 severe. i’m not going to elaborate on that bc it’s very gross but YEAH very bad stuff.

she was literally fine until the end of her stay at the inpatient place when the bedsore got worse. when she came home she stopped eating and drinking and became very lethargic. she went to wound care and they did some work on it but she still wasn’t doing well. she just went to the hospital again and they did surgery on the bedsore in hopes that it would clear up, but my grandma is still having a hard time eating and drinking.

they just put her on hospice and i am fucking. devastated. i’m devastated. she’s a shell of who she was a month and a half ago. she’s hardly able to speak. she can’t take care of herself, she can’t get up. she can’t eat and can’t drink. so now it’s a waiting game to see when she finally succumbs. and not being able to talk to her is the most horrible part of it. i visited her in the inpatient place a few weeks ago and i had no idea that was the last time i would have a conversation with her. it makes me feel so fucking sick every time i think about it. i won’t get to hear her say that she loves me again, i won’t be able to tell her what’s going on in my life, we won’t be able to talk about cowboy movies anymore. i’m so upset it is unreal. this is the first major loss i’ll ever experience and nothing could ever prepare me for it.

i just went to go see her tonight and my mom has been telling me that she isn’t talking or smiling when people visit her. i was expecting to get my heart broken but she actually smiled when she saw me. she couldn’t say anything but she smiled at me and now i’m so scared that’s the last time i’ll see it. because i have a stupid full time job an hour away from her and i might just end up getting the call after the fact.

this just fucking sucks !!!! i don’t have anyone to talk to about it it feels like. my mom is emotionally exhausted and is “taking it a day at a time” which good for her but terrible for me bc she won’t open up about things or let me talk about them. my dad is just like shrugging about it and so is my sister (who was never that close with her). and i think a lot of people in my life are sympathetic but they’re also like “yeah she had a stroke at 92 what did you expect :/“. like i know she is going to die of course but this is happening so fast. and so fast after she made such a miraculous recovery. and i can’t even be with her because of my job. i have to work both days this coming weekend for events and i’m so terrified that she will pass when i’m at work. but i have no backup! there’s no one that can take over for me if she passes or is on her last leg!!! and it’s sucks!!!

i just needed to rant i don’t think anyone will read this. but i feel a little better just getting it off my chest. ok love u if u did read it im going to finish crying now

[human-monokuma]

Falling Out

*Monodam returns home, sighing to himself, when he notices Nanokuma at the computer.*

"Nano? What are you looking at?"

"I don't know. You tell me!" *Nano moves out of the way to show Monodam what they were watching. Monodam backs up, surprised that Nano found out about this.* "Explain yourself!"

"That was a long time ago. OK? My head wasn't screwed on straight."

"Damn fucking right it wasn't screwed on straight! I get that you were mad at dad and everything, but working with Danganronpa solely to fuck him over!? You even endanger mom and me, the former of whom got shot in the head and nearly died! Were you that desperate to ruin his life!? it's no wonder why he got angry! You hurt papa's feelings!"

"I hurt papa's feelings? What about my feelings!? Everyone is always talking about 'Monokuam this, Monokuma that' over and over! Not once did any of you show any care for me! You are all so focused on yourselves and that prick! No one cares but Kokichi cared about me!"

"I DID CARE ABOUT YOU!! Why else do you think out of everyone in the family, I was always the one by your side!? When you're gardening, when you're cooking, when you're ready! I was always there for you! And then Kokichi comes into the picture and you turn into a damn simp for the guy!! You have it as bad as dad when he was trying to form as many happy bonds with Grandma Junko!"

"Don't you dare compare me to that bastard or the pitiful situation regarding grandma! Kokichi and I aren't anything like that!"

"Oh please! What you're going through is the same as what he's going through! Just as bad, just as messy and just as stressful! He has a version of grandma, aka Villain, that was out to ruin his life, just like how you have a version of Kokichi, aka God, after you! Sounds familiar!"

"My situation is different! Unlike Prickokuma and his bitch mother of a supervillain, I do care for God's well-being and I'm trying to make things right with him! And I say I'm doing a better job than Monokuma ever did with that stupid brat!"

"That 'brat' si your grandma and she cared about you too! My God! You're such a fucking hypocrite, you that!?"

"Hey fuck you! I did what was right! That punk deserved to die! And as far as I care, that whore of a grandma got what was coming to her too! I did what was necessary!"

"Necessary for fucking who, you stupid Kokichi simping loser!?"

"Fuck you!" *Out of anger, Monodam smacks Nano, knocking the poor kid to the ground. Monodam snaps out of his anger, quickly realizing what he's done.*

"N-Nano...N-Nano, I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to-"

"G-Get back! Stay away from me!" *Nano runs away from Monodam in tears.* "NEVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!!!"

"Wait! I didn't mean it!" *Monodam hears the cocking of a gun on the other side and backs away.*

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME AND MY FAMILY, YOU MONSTER!!!! YOU WERE NEVER MY FRIEND!!!!"

".........Fine. Fine! Be that way! I never wanted to be a part of this family anyway! SO good riddance!" *Monodam marches out of the cave and away from his home.....and his family. Nanokuma, gripping a tape recorder of gun noises, cries in a corner, heartbroken and scared of Monodam. Monodam continues to march away from the safety of his temporary home.* "Who needs those pricks anyway? Not like they ever cared about me...." *He wipes the tears off his eyes.* "Ever........"

[beauty-of-fear]

Chapter 1

 I was never taught, nor have I ever experienced, that there was a good side to fear.I heard  about it in movies. You’d always hear the superhero say “once you overcome your fears life  starts.” But they didn’t know that the little girl watching grew up in a world where fear was a  

constant feeling, a sense of survival, how you knew you were still alive and escaping fear was  how you stayed alive. I was always taught you felt fear and ran in the opposite direction. The  other side of fear always looked like getting home safe after walking home late at night. There  

was a never a chance of overcoming fear, because fear was meant to be feared. There was no  empowerment or courageousness in fear. As far as I knows fear was that pit in your stomach  when you were walking home at night, or early in the morning to get to work, and overcoming  them looked like being able to put your keys in the door and opening it to your house. What was  so courageous and special about that? Well, After I left my Brooklyn block and got on a plane to  the west coat. Specifically to Loreto, Baja California. I understood what was special about fear.  

 You see all I knew growing up was 72nd Street and Bergen Court, or The Block, my  school,P.S.312, which was a few block away, and Originals Pizza, where I would get the penne  vodka slice and a lemon Snapple with my friend every day, which was also a few blocks away  but in the opposite direction. The Block to the naked eye was nothing special. Rows of attached  brick houses and my friends who lived in them, and the street which was our playground.  Whenever it was sunny out we would flood the street, and our parents, if they were home, would  watch out their windows as they cooked dinner after working all day. This was my world. There  was no fear here because I was familiar with this world. It was my block. There was nothing to  be feared here. Although we were sheltered in a way, we were still exposed to many cultures. My  friends were all from different places than me, but we all shared a similar background. That is,  our parents were working class people struggling to make ends meet. Leaving us while they’re at  work and so we had to fend for ourselves. Might sound scary to some, but when you’re  surrounded by 10 other kids going through the same thing. It was not scary at all. It was normal.  Although we had this commonality our ethnic backgrounds could paint a rainbow. Just to name a  few: Nasim was Puerto Rican and Moroccan, Shem was Jamaican, Gabby was Italian, and  Michael was Russian. And Me, my mom from Israel, but ancestors from Libya, and my Dad  from Puerto Rico. My grandma had the opposite experience than me. She was the first to leave  her home land, or how I always thought of it, her block. She was born in Tripoli, Libya, but when  she was 3, in 1947, she had to leave for Israel because of riots and killings against Jews. It was  the only place they knew would take in Arab Jews. So that was her new home, where she had  most of her childhood memories and where she had her 4 kids, and raised them until her oldest 

was 16. But after about 20 years they all left to achieve the American Dream. So they all packed  up their bags and headed to their new new homeland, New York, and so my mom came here  from Israel when she was 5, the youngest of 4. As for my Dad, a bit of a distant relative, he was  born and raised in the Bronx, but my Abuelita from Puerto Rico. I’ve never been to any of these  places besides in my head when they would tell me about their trips to visit our families who  lived there, or when my curious mind wondered and would ask what it was like when my  grandma was growing up. “It was nothing but sand. Mountains and Mountains of red sand.” My  grandma illustrated for me in her broken english, talking about what Israel looked like when she  first got there. Her heavy accent and broken english added more color and character to these  mountains of sand. It always bothered me that I could not see what she saw when she told me her  stories. But when my time came to leave New York, I could not even imagine the weight that the  sight of something that wasn’t brick lined houses and pavement, would have on my chest once  my eyes got a taste of them. This sheltered life was beautiful. It was all I knew. I look back and  think fondly of it. But there was more to life waiting for me than these houses and streets that  saw me go through every stage of life. It was time to learn and grow, and my trip changed my  life in more ways than I thought it would. It taught me how to find myself in fear, and not lose  myself to the feeling, and what’s on the other side of it.

[wonwoonlight]

Mingyu [my daisy] – bad day + established relationship + “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.” + “Cooking is an art form”

1.1k~ words – a thousand starlights event

“Gyu?” your voice resonates in the empty living room, unsure where Mingyu has gone to. You’ve just dropped Gyuri off her grandma’s house, because the little girl has promised she’d stay over during the weekend.

Her dad would usually come with you, but there was an emergency call from work and Mingyu said you should go by yourself before his mom nags him once again. You’ve reluctantly agreed, because you meant to settle the little fight you had with him last night but you’re yet to be able to do it because Mingyu has been busy since morning.

You really don’t want to prolong the heavy atmosphere between the two of you, but you know Mingyu asked you to go because he’s promised her he’d come with you to drop Gyuri off; and if he couldn’t make it, then at least you should.

You figure you should just drop Gyuri off and go back home immediately, but Mingyu’s mom insists you have brunch before you go back, and you’re not quite in the position to reject her invitation. So you did, though a bit fidgety as you can’t get your mind off Mingyu.

It’s not often that you two fight, because misunderstandings don’t happen when you have someone as calm and understanding as Kim Mingyu. It’s a good thing, quite obviously, but it makes even the small fights feel bigger than it really is.

You try calling him one more time, and when he doesn’t answer, you instinctively make your way to the kitchen. Mingyu cooks when he’s in a bad mood, and, just as you expect, his back greets you as you hear the steady sound of his knife against the cutting board.

“Gyu, I’m back,” you softly announce, hoping he’d turn to you. The guy simply hums though, continuing to chop his vegetables without really addressing you. “What are you making?”

“Just stew,” he shrugs, still adamant on not looking at you. You contemplate on what to do, because it’s always tricky when Mingyu is quiet. He either wants to be left alone, or he wants you to coddle him. Right now, you aren’t sure which one he prefers.

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes follow him. You’ve always liked watching Mingyu cook, though he hasn’t had much time to do so these days. And now he’s doing it because his head isn’t in a good place, which you’re probably a part of the reason why.

You softly exhale before you make your way behind him, waiting for him to stop moving from one side to another so you can finally circle your arms around his waist. He tenses a little when you do, perhaps not expecting the sudden physical affection, but you simply hug him tighter and plant your forehead against his back.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, closing your eyes as if it’ll help you get it off your mind. “I shouldn’t have made a big deal out of it last night. You were busy and forgot to text me, it’s not that big.”

Mingyu sighs at your words, knowing full well that he’s also making a big deal out of it by not addressing you since earlier. He gently removes your hold, but only to turn around and face you so he could embrace you himself.

“I’m sorry too, I promised to have dinner at home and I made you wait for me for hours,” he mumbles against the top of your head, still feeling bad for getting mad at you because you fell asleep on the sofa waiting for him until 1 in the morning.

You haven’t been in your best condition lately, and Mingyu knows the telltale of you getting sick, which is why he was worried when he saw you asleep on the sofa, not even a blanket covering you from the cold.

It was stupid, but work has been stressful and he’s been worried about you getting sick so the first thing that made sense in his mind was to scold you for it. He didn’t even consider you waiting up for him because he forgot to tell you there was a sudden meeting after his secretaries left, and they, too, wouldn’t know to notify you about it.

“Still,” you sigh, finding it hard to meet his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said those words to you…”

“It happens, baby,” he pulls you closer to himself, a little sad that you’ve been holding this over yourself even only for a few hours. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you waiting for me, too. It’s been a long week for us both and sometimes we say things we don’t mean when our head is not in the right place. It’s okay as long as we both know it’s wrong.”

Your frown doesn’t seem like it’s going to release anytime soon, and there’s a slight pout on your face that you probably don’t realize you’re sprouting and it’s taking everything in him not to just kiss it away.

“Stop being so adorable,” he finally gives in, bumping his forehead against yours. “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

His attempt to joke doesn’t seem to deliver though, because your frown deepens and you instead ask if he’s really still mad at you. It’s then that Mingyu realizes how much the situation has been eating you up, so he leans down to kiss your frown away and then goes to do the same to your jutted lips.

“I’m not, I promise,” he whispers against your lips, letting you know that whatever upset him last night was simply because of the heat of the moment and right now he’s just upset because you’re upset. “We were both wrong and we’ve apologized, okay? All is good. I was just being childish this morning.”

“‘Kay,” you finally smile albeit a little, though it’s enough for Mingyu--at least for now. “Want me to help you cook?”

“It’s okay, I don’t want us to move house yet,” he denies your offer with a playful grin, yelping when you hit his shoulder.

“I’m not that bad!” your frown returns as you glare accusingly at him.

“Cooking is an art form,” he dramatically tells you as he steers you to one of the stools near the kitchen island. “And I’d be happy if you’d kindly just attend the exhibition. Don’t touch anything, okay, Daisy? You don’t see people in the museum trying to help the artist.”

You roll your eyes at his way of telling you to stay put, though you can’t help the giddy smile that flashes across your face when he drops a kiss on your cheek and whispers a gentle ‘I love you’ against your ear as if it’s a secret you two keep from the world.

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[libby-is-a-idoit]

Ming X kid reader

PART TWO BABY!!!

-description-

It's a part two of my Ming X kid reader story,part one I'll put up at the top,but I think it's time for a part two ;)

-warnings-

Theirs alot of yelling,and fighting,and I think that's about it,just again, favorite child syndrome.

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Soft crys could be heard from the hallway,you were still in your room behind your door crying,pulling your knees closer to your chest,anger was child's play to what you were feeling, so many emotions you had,all you wanted to do was be treated like Mei,but noooo that's not how it works, standards so high that no one could beat it..

"Y/n.." your father said your name accompanied by soft knocks at your door.. "what.." you said sniffing and wiping your face with your sleeve and standing up and moving to your bed.. dad opened your door and walked in and softly closed the behind him "y/n...are you doing ok.." he asked walking towards your bed and sitting next to you.

"No,why is mom like this??" You said crying again in your arms, "you know..she's always acted like this.." dad said chuckling a bit in his words "why tho.." you said turning your head to look at him "her mom..well, grandma was,so very hard on her to be perfect,she ended getting in to a real fight with Grandma..and well,after that she swore that if she had or has kids,she would go so hard on them to be the perfect kid she never was..and to watch them like a hawk-" he laughed at the last bit of his words..it was true tho,Ming was perfect untill the fight she had with her own mother causing her panda to come out and destroy the temple.

"She truly loves you y/n..it's just,she doesn't want the same thing her mom did to her..she just wants you to be like...well..not what she wanted to be.." he said looking at you as he opened his arms to give you a hug, you accepted of course and hugged him back.."thank you dad.." you said smiling softly..

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"Mei Mei! Y/n! Dinner!!" Ming yelled from the kitchen you stood up and took a sigh before opening the door if your room your father left an hour ago from his chat with you,he went to go cook dinner..

You walked out to the dining room to see your family sitting and eating, "I'm taking it to my room." You said with sharpness in your voice, "young lady/man you are gonna sit down and eat with us!" Ming said smiling and looking at right at you "no." You said getting your plate of food to your room "plus,I have homework,since I must become perfect for you Mrs Lee" you said with poison in your voice looking straight at your mom as she looked shocked with your tone.

You closed your door to your room,you put your food on your desk and started eating,it didn't take long before their was so many voice you could hear from the living room of you house,as you finished you took your plate and utensils to the kitchen to wash your dish,you saw your auntie's and your grandmother sitting there, bathing Mei Mei in gifts,food and everything.. "hi.." you said from the kitchen..no one heard you and Ming gave you a glare of shame.. you just finished what you were doing and left,you already cried so much that day you didn't have anything else to cry..

"Y/n." Ming said swinging open your door "what is your problem!!" You said looking at her "oh my problem!?" She said yelling back "oh for peat sake y/n I dont need to be a scientist you tell you I'm not proud of you look at you! You,you are literally what I never wanted as a kid!!!" She said now fighting with you "oh yeah?? No ones perfect mom!!" You said now getting up "well Mei Mei is! I am! Basically everyone in our family is perfect! Except you y/n lee." She said Louder and arguing more "what about your panda mom??!" You said snapping back at her she went silent.

Nothing.

Not

A

Sound.

"I will never be good enough for you,will I? I will never be your little perfect Mei Mei,I will never be what you want! I am y/n! Not fucking Mei Mei! I'm not perfect! I'm not gonna get straight A's I'm not gonna get perfect marks on everything! I'm never gonna be what you want,and,and if you can't have that as a child,then..well..Ming lee..I don't want you to my mother." You said tears streaming down your face in anger as Ming looked heart broken, hearing your words.. hearing what you said, basically telling her you didn't want her to be your mother.. "good night y/n." She said leaving the room ad he eyes weld up with tears.

"I'm sorry..." You said as she closed the door and left.

You didn't mean it at all,but it's true,you would never be good for her..and sadly..you said it a bit to harsh full...you loved your mom,and she loved you,even if she didn't show it..

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Fake It Till You Make It - Rose Lavelle x Reader

Prompt: Hey. What about Reader & Rose, where R is basically Rose's best friend outside her soccer bubble. Sam and the other youngins were getting on Rose's nerves talking about her love life so that Rose in affect says that she's in a relationship so that they stop. Anyway, Rose is still single and Sam and the others want to meet her GF, so that she convinces R to pretend to be her GF. (Spoiler: Ending could be that they realise that they don't just pretend to be in love)

 “Stupid, so stupid,” Rose muttered to herself, “please don’t answer, please don’t answer,” she kept mumbling to herself waiting for her call to connect to Y/N.

“Well hello to you too,” Y/N smirked when she connected the facetime call.

“Fuck,” Rose’s eyes went wide when she saw her best friend on the screen, blushing a little bit.

“Oh Rose, you say the sweetest things to me,” Y/N continued to smile at her friend.

“Y/N!” Rose exclaimed, almost surprised to see her.

“Rose!” Y/N mocked, the two sat and watched each other, Y/N grinning and Rose’s expression shifting to guilt, “you going to tell me why you called?”

“Oh, uhh, yea, I missed you?” the soccer player attempted

“Of course, you did, I’m awesome!” Y/N continued to smile at her friend, “but you and I both know that’s not the only reason you called me,” her tone softened.

“I kind of did something stupid,” she started hesitantly, eyes off the screen.

“This is my serious face,” Y/N stared back with a blank expression, “what did you do Rose?”

“Uhh everyone was bugging me about not being in a relationship for so long and I was tired of it, then Linds said something about maybe I’m just not telling them. And I wasn’t paying attention just kind of agreed, so now they think I’m seeing someone.”

“Alright? I don’t see the problem,” she looked at her friend.

“Well, the problem is, I was texting you and they asked for a name, so I said yours,” Rose bit her lip, tugging her sleeves over her hands and covered her face.

“Aww Rosey, you want to date me?” Y/N started teasing her again.

“Stop! It just slipped out.”

“I’m not easy Rose, I expect to be wined and dined, flowers, the whole thing,” she smirked, “and I definitely don’t kiss on the first date, maybe the second if you play your cards right,” she ended with a wink.

“Y/N, stop,” Rose begged, her cheeks completely pink.

“Alright, I’ll stop,” she softened again when she saw how flustered the brunette had gotten, “it’s all good if you drop my name when you need.”

“Yea…” she trailed off, “they kind of took your name and already creeped your insta.”

“No worries,” Y/N shrugged.

“But yes, worries Y/N,” Rose said exasperated, pulling her shirt collar over her mouth, “they think we are dating. They know who you are and want to know why they haven’t met you yet.”

“Rose, it’s all good, pretend for a bit, then you break my heart or whatever you need to get them off your back.

Rose nodded but wouldn’t look up.

“That’s not all is it Rosey?”

Rose shook her head, “they want to meet you. They couldn’t stop gushing about how hot you are and how cute we look together, so yea, they’re kind of expecting you to come to the game or supper or something this week.”

“Ahh now I see the worries,” Y/N nodded, smiling softly, “I kind of thought I was going to your game already, you gave me a ticket to sit with your family.”

“But now everyone wants to meet you, so you can’t just leave after and they will hunt you down if you do escape. Mal was ready to message you herself to make sure you were coming to the game.”

“Rose it’s all good, I’ll meet the team after the game. And I’ll be the best damn girlfriend you could want.”

“You don’t have to Y/N, I can tell them I fucked up and just said it to shut them up.”

“Really, Rose, it’s all good. I’m sure you do enough other stuff to get teased,” Y/N shrugged casually, giving her best friend a dopey smile.

“You’ll really come meet them?” Rose lowered her hands from her face slightly.

“Of course! How else will get some of the embarrassing stories they have?”

Rose had never dreaded the three long whistles more than she did that game. She knew Y/N was in the stands with her parents, which was fine, her parents loved Y/N and had know her for years, but now Y/N would be meeting the rest of her team. She could dodge it, say she had some crazy fan encounter or Y/N couldn’t make it, but she knew that would only delay it.

This is clearly payback for teasing all her friends for years, logically she knows its fair, that it her turn to be teased, but that doesn’t make it any better.

“Where is she Rosey?” Sonnett shook the brunette’s shoulders as they all cleared the field.

“She’s with my parents,” Rose grumbled, leading the blonde over towards the family section.

“Ahh come Rose, be more excited to see your girlfriend!” Lindsey joined the teasing, pulling her into a quick head lock.

“Trust me, I’m excited to see her, its you with her I’m not excited for,” she continued to scan the stands to find her family and current fake girlfriend, “at least try and behave while we are in public, I don’t need the whole world knowing about us.”

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Lavelle!” Sonnett pulled away when they got to the stands, her southern charm coming out, no hint of her teasing left, “you must be Y/N! Rose has told us so much about you,” she shot the midfielder a sly wink, reaching a hand up to shake Y/N’s hand.

“And look! You’ve met Y/N, time to go see your own families,” Rose gently nudged the blonde away.

“I’m Sam,” the tall blonde reached over Rose to shake Y/N’s hand as well

“Where did you even come from?” she turned around quickly, seeing a few other players approach them.

“Be nice Rose,” her mom began to chastise.

“Yea Rose, be nice,” Y/N winked at her, reaching down more to shake another hand, introducing herself.

Rose could feel her body blushing already, this was a terrible idea, she was regretting ever opening her mouth, she knew better than to not listen when her friends are all teasing her.

A few the players talked with her parents before continuing into the tunnel, her core group remaining, making small talk with Y/N and her parents. Y/N was seamlessly talking with the few that remained, including her parents and giving everyone their desired attention. Her mind continued on how much of a bad idea this was, it was hard enough keeping her feelings to herself as it was, but now watching how flawlessly Y/N interacted with her friends challenged her even more. This was such a bad idea.

The group continued to talk before a staff came to collect the players, ushering them away, Rose telling her parents she would call them after and meet them for dinner.

“Why’d you keep her hidden so long? She’s awesome!” Sonnett shook Rose’s shoulders again, “worried one of us would steal her from you?”

That was exactly what she was worried about. She knew Y/N would hit it off with everyone on the team, and with her inability to be open about her feelings, Y/N was bound to connect with someone on the team, someone that wasn’t her.

“You’ve seen her, and you’ve seen me, she clearly upgraded,” Rose did her best to sass back, hoping her face matched her tone.

“Sure she did,” Sam rolled her eyes, gently nudged the brunette.

“Did you see her arms? Those alone are an upgrade compared to you,” Lindsey teasing squeezed Rose’s bicep.

“And you wondered why I didn’t invite any of you to meet her,” Rose rolled her eyes at the trio, frustration beginning to leak out, “now you’ve met her, you can find something else to make fun of.”

“Still you,” Sonnett nodded.

“Tomorrow at lunch,” Lindsey added.

“After recovery,” Sam joined, tilting her head to the side, “weren’t you listening?”

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, “uhh guess I didn’t hear it.”

Rose now started at the ceiling, she had gone for supper with her parents, Y/N joining them, she was practically family at this point, had been for years really. And she loved watching how Y/N interacted with her parents, her sister, grandparents. She seamlessly fit them all, laughing at her dads bad jokes, her grandmas old stories she’s repeated multiple times, returned her sisters relentless teasing, she charmed her mom into letting her sneak bits while she cooked. Rose loved it all, she had hoped being away for soccer all the time, that distance would ease some of her feelings.

But it didn’t. They only seemed to grow. Every time Y/N would ask about soccer, let Rose rant about her injuries, lack of playing time with Manchester City, was easily the best friend she could ask for. For some reason though, the friends never talked about their relationships, so Rose had no idea how to navigate her feelings.

The entire time for recovery the next morning she was interrogated by everyone on the team about the secret girlfriend she had kept hidden from them all. Rose could easily answer them all, as much as she knew it was a fake relationship, it was nice to imagine that it was true, she could pretend for the day.

Y/N tentatively entered the restaurant she was meeting Rose and her friends for lunch, giving them all a smile when she saw them.

“I’d like to keep my lunch down, so if you could tamp down the disgustingness, that would be great,” Lindsey sassed, smirking over the lip of her coffee cup.

Rose blushed, and forced herself to look away from Y/N. She knew she had a dopey smile on her face as soon as she saw Y/N walk in, but she just couldn’t help it after spending the morning talking about her fake relationship with the woman.

“Hey guys,” Y/N greeted, waving slightly before pulling a chair out next to Rose, “hey babe,” she leaned over kissing Rose on the cheek, causing her to blush even deeper.

The group all laughed at how flustered the midfielder was. But quickly got over it, the waiter coming over to take their orders. Each taking turns to ask the newcomer the same questions they asked Rose, turning the conversation to embarrassing Rose stories as soon as they could.

“So picture this smooth human being,” Y/N sarcastically gestured to the brunette, “goes on an entire date, not knowing it was a date. Then had to awkwardly explain to the poor dude after that not only did she not know it was a date, but did not want to date him even if she did.”

The table burst out laughing, Rose shrinking in on herself, blushing again.

“How many dates-not-a-date, did you go on before they became real dates?”

The fake couple made eye contact, both thinking about their response, deliberating what the other might say.

Y/N bit her lip and looked at her plate, before looking shyly back at Rose, “too many,” looking back down, pushing some food around on her plate, “I don’t even know how many hints I had to drop, how much ass kissing to her family I did, but she never got it. I kind of gave up, was just going to be the best damn friend I could be. Then I got lucky,” she blushed, watching Rose as she kept talking, “she gave me the opportunity of a lifetime, invited me to a game, got to meet her friends. But, she’s worth the wait.”

Rose’s eyebrows shot up, Y/N telling her everything without saying the words. Y/N slid a hand to rest on Rose’s thigh. The pair made eye contact, neither knowing what to say, Y/N’s feelings were in the open, but Rose’s weren’t. And now Y/N felt incredibly exposed, the rest of the table didn’t know the truth behind her story, but Rose did, and she wasn’t saying anything.

“I’m not even surprised, that sounds exactly like Rose,” Sam chuckled across the table.

“I’ll catch up to you guys,” Rose stopped outside the door if the restaurant, motioning her friends to go ahead so she could talk to Y/N alone.

Y/N shuffled on the spot, nervous about Rose would have to say, she hadn’t said anything at her confession during lunch, “Rose I’m sorry, that was a little too honest, I should have just made up some kind of story.”

“Was it true?”

“Uhh yea,” Y/N nodded, “I get you probably don’t feel the same way, and that was why you weren’t engaging anything. That’s fine Rose, I accepted a long time ago I would just be your best friend.”

Y/N tried to show how sincere she was, staring at Rose.

Rose shook her head, “no, I’m an idiot,” she took a step forward, closing the distance. She wrapped both hands around Y/N’s cheek, firmly pulling her in for a kiss.

Y/N was shocked, not immediately responding, when she felt Rose begin to pull away, she curled her arm around Rose’s waist. The kiss escalated quickly, teeth clashing, both too excited, unable to slow them selves down.

“We’re in public!” Sonnett yelled at the couple.

They both pushed apart, taking a couple steps away from each other, both blushing and looking at their feet.

“Uhh I guess this means you feel the same?” Y/N shyly asked.

Rose nodded, “I just thought you were a really good friend.”

“I am, but I want to be more than your friend,” Y/N took a step forward, “I’m going to kiss you again, then I’m going to take you on a date.”

She waited for Rose to nod before stepping forward again, closing the distance and cupping the back of her neck.

This kiss was much softer, more controlled, both trying to convey how they felt. They pulled apart when they both couldn’t contain their smiles anymore.

“I really fucking like you,” Y/N rested her forehead against Rose’s

She giggled in return, “I really fucking like you too,” she tilted her head and kissed Y/N briefly again.

The group, unaware of the change in relationship, cat called from down the block.

They pulled apart, Rose taking steps towards the other soccer players, “I’ll call you.”

She took quick steps, kissing Y/N quickly again before running away to her friends.  

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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

Words: 2.2k

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*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

“You saw me last night.”

“A monumental time.” Luke bent his bend to place a lingering kiss on your bare shoulder, his jacket having fallen down, “Three years together and a bright future ahead.”

Last night had been the third anniversary of your relationship and hopefully the previous night worrying on parents walking in, cheap dates Luke often felt guilty about. Luke knew in his bones playing The Orpheum tonight would open the door to a legendary future. A future where money wasn’t tight and he could you on dates he deemed acceptable for the love of his life.

Bobby voiced brought Sunset Curve’s lead singer back to that moment, you dropped from the stage to settle in the empty audience to watch the soundcheck. With a wink from Alex, he started making the beat to Now or Never, you beamed as they poured their souls into the song. The four were talented and made to be in a band together even if you didn’t really like Bobby.

Cringing at the awkward wink Bobby sent you turned on your converse to head to the bar for a glass of water. Thanking the bartender, you tuned out the conversation with the waitress and the band only jumping when arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re getting street dogs.” Luke spoke, bringing your body to rest on his chest, “Do you want one?”

The thought of those street dogs honestly horrifying given they were cooked in some random guys car. The one time you tried, it had permanently tattooed the taste in your memories forever, and just remembering was vomit-inducing.

 “I’ll pass.” You wrinkled your nose, turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t know how you guys like those.”

“Tradition.” Luke shrugged caressing your cheekbone with the pad of this thumb. Gazing at features he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, “Still down with the plan?”

“The minute I’m eighteen, we go to the nearest chapel.” You grinned playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I’ll be waiting Rockstar.”

Luke pressed a long passionate kiss on your lips, pulling away to jog over to Alex and Reggie waiting at the door. Bobby having declined the street dog invitation to flirt with the waitress Rose. Alex waved before the door closed. Little did you know that would be the last time you saw them alive.

1995 was the worst year of your life. 1996 was the hardest, especially with the forever reminder of your love. You wouldn’t trade 1996 for the world however, only wishing for one change.

Los Angeles, 2004

Alex, Reggie and Luke had learnt a mere few days away from that life had drastically changed forever. Firstly, the three boys had died from eating the street dogs mere hours before performing on the stage of The Orpheum. Secondly, it was no longer 1995 but instead nearly ten years had past bringing the three ghosts into 2004.

The most jarring wasn’t being able to be heard playing music with a random girl named Julie but that the most constant part of the band no longer was there. You hadn’t died that night, and Alex was pretty sure you were still alive. Luke felt lost waking up without you beside him and the deep regret of not reconciling with his parents.

It would be a week before Luke would swallow his pride enough to orb himself into his unchanged childhood home. Emily, Luke’s mom, was in the well-worn chair knitting a scarf Luke recognized as his favourite colours. Mitch was in the kitchen, putting the groceries away. It was heartbreaking being invisible to his aged parents.

“Hey, Mom.” Luke sniffled sitting on the couch nearby staring at his silent mother, “Sorry for not visiting sooner.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes feeling hopeless, not being able to ease his parents’ pain, the regret and guilt bubbling to the surface.

“How is Y/N? I bet she’s living in New York of London now. We promised to travel the world together. Part of me is guilty of wishing she had eaten a street dog that night so we could be together.” Luke sobbed, wrapping his arms around his midsection reminiscing on the beautiful girl he had unwillingly left.

“Hey.” Mitch spoke, kissing his wife’s forehead. Her eyes closing in contentment.

“I wonder if you know where Reg and Alex’s parents are. Reggie’s neighbourhood was torn down who knows when. It makes me scared to see if Alex and Y/N’s parents still have their place. I don’t think so. They lost their son.”

“Hey Luke.”

Luke glanced over his shoulder to see Alex at the door, reluctant to impose of Luke’s privacy.

“Yeah.”

“We’re rehearsing.” Alex spoke, smiling as the other teenager took one more wistful look at his parents before orbing out of his house to the Molina family’s garage. Minutes later, the front door opening and feet thudding brought the noise to the Patterson home.

“Grandma!”

A four-foot blue of green and black blur covered the room in seconds nearly sprawling Mitch to the floor. Why was that 1996 year difficult? Well, ’95 was when Sunset Curve tragically died, and a stick changed your life. ’96 was spent going through the last five months of pregnancy without Luke.

October 1995

You kept your lips pressed tightly together, unable to look at the smooth, shiny mahogany rectangle surrounded by flowers. Looking up meant the reality kicking in. Funerals sucked. Especially the third funeral in the last handful of days. It was surreal thinking that one week ago you had kissed your boyfriend and hugged your brother and now they were dead. Gone. Not even a goodbye.

“Are you okay?” The broke voice asked, gaining your attention. Swollen red eyes matching yours held unimaginable pain. While the last few months had been icy with your parents, it didn’t mean losing one of their kids didn’t sting.

“I will be.” You whispered clasping your hands over the scratchy black velvet dress, one you had worn three times too many.

The sobs broke out seeing the best picture Alex had taken in his life, it encapsulated his best features; his beaming smile and kind, caring eyes. Alex was gone. Your brother was gone because he ate a bad hot dog with his friends. You would never see your boys again. Never feel Luke’s skin or share a laugh with Alex or complain about things with Reggie. You wouldn’t get to meet in the chapel with Luke wearing second hand ‘fancy’ clothing. In one night, your life changed.

It changed further seeing the two lines on the test later that night. The heartache growing. The baby you carried would never meet his uncles and his Dad. Would never hear them play or learn to play. ’95 and ’96 sucked ass.

You sighed, closing the door to follow the rambunctious ball of energy into the living room where he entertained Mitch and Emily. Some days it was difficult to stare into the green eyes he inherited from his father.

“Benjamin Lucas.” You spoke crossing your arms, meeting the gaze of the eight-year-old boy, “What did I say?”

“To not runoff.” Ben quietly replied, playing with his hands. His messy brown hair, in need of a trim, falling into his eyes, “Sorry Mom.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You gently told the little boy elated as he quickly found the toy box in the corner of the room.

Ben was loved deeply by Mitch and Emily, who had stepped up when your parents made the decision to sell your childhood home. Wanting Ben to know his paternal grandparents, you had struggled to find an apartment and job to say in the neighbourhood. Since the baby was the last part of their son, the Patterson parents’ had welcomed you into the home where you stayed until Ben was two.

“Do you want us to come around for Luke’s birthday?” You questioned sitting on the love seat, the same love seat you had made out on with Luke many times during movies.

The room turned sad at the question and reminded that for the ninth year, you would celebrate Luke’s birthday without him. A day where Ben wouldn’t fully understand. Emily simply nodded her head.

 “Have you met anyone?” Mitch asked, leaning over to clasp his hands together. For the last few years, they had been pushing you to date. They wanted your happiness and for Ben to have a father even if Luke couldn’t be it.

“Mama can we stay here tonight?” Ben’s innocent voice cut the tension, saving you from answering the question again. Mitch and Emily each nodded their heads at the question, unable to tell the young boy no.

“Have you ate?” Emily asked, turning to look at you in concern. The chuckle left your mouth at the question she frequently requested, she missed cooking for more than two.

“We had pasta before we came.” You replied, turning to gaze out the window to the dark sky, “I should put Ben to bed.”

The soft whine from your son and denial was a nightly routine and very much a mirror image to Luke’s character as well. With a smile, Emily held out her hand to her grandchild, she was notoriously the only one able to get Ben to sleep fast.

 “Come on Bug.”

It seemed the universe was keeping Luke from seeing you and discovering Ben, but when that night came, he was shocked. Emily was curled up on the patio couch, watching Ben in the newly bought sandbox. The patio doors opened. Inside, Mitch had invited a stranger who knew his son into the house.

 “I think I heard the doorbell. I’ll be right back.” Emily called out to you. You had found shade under the tree reading a new book.

The soft cry had you up and running to Ben before you even realized, on his knee was a bleeding wound. You had already scooped the boy into your arms to quickly get into the kitchen. The moment your foot stepped into the home, the sound of a familiar voice and song filled the house.

Gently placing Ben on his feet, you followed the sound to the living room. Across the room behind a young girl stood a boy.

“Luke.” You breathed floored at the sight of the teenager who looked exactly like he did back in ’95. The ghost singing widened his eyes at yours, taking in the mature features and change of fashion.

He continued to sing the song Unsaid Emily he had written as an apology to his mom following the last big fight. The song he never got to show her. His voice faded as the ending of the song came around.

“Mama!” Your attention broke from Luke’s when a tiny hand reached for yours. The pain in his voice bringing you back to the most important part of your life, “It hurts Mama.”

Despite being sad, Mitch was the one to cross the room to lift the little boy into his arms. Placing the little boy on the counter, the man gently wet a paper towel to wash the area.

“I think he needs stitches.” Mitch sighed, furrowing his brows.

“Who is that?” Luke asked the Molina girl. The girl shrugged taking in the features she could recognize. Julie asked Emily.

“That’s Ben.” Emily beamed, looking over her shoulder at the little boy that filled the void of Luke’s death. It didn’t fix the wound or erase the pain, but Ben’s existence helped with the loss as he was a precious gift, “When Luke passed away his girlfriend Y/N found out she was pregnant with Luke’s baby.”

The choked sob fell from Luke’s mouth echoed by the thud of his knees, hitting the floor in the pure shock. The heartbreak painted so clear Julie was sure she could feel Luke’s agony.

God, why did Luke have to eat that fucking street dog. Fuck his band dreams. Nothing hurt as bad as finding out about Ben and Y/N having to be a single parent.

“I have a son?” Luke cried, orbing himself as far as he could from the Patterson home and his most tremendous loss.

Part Two

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AOT Characters with a filipino S/O!

[Author Note: I just made this out of impulse lol, I’ll make a part two with the AOT veterans- if it’s requested then I’ll make a part three with the Marley Warriors- feedback is also appreciated on all my posts :))]

[Summary: It’s just headcanons, AOT with a filipino S/O lol, that’s it. that’s the post.]

Recommended song: Sa Susunod Na Lang - Skusta Clee ft. Yuri.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Theme: Fluff, Modern AU.

TW: Swearing.

Characters: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha.

Eren Jaeger

He probably fucks up his greetings with your parents, surprisingly your dad loves him, both of them talk about basketball and boxing, whenever Many does a fight, you and him come over so Eren could watch with you dad.

This man gets bodied by your dad ALL THE TIME during basketball, it’s valid because your dad used to be a basketball player.

He eats with his hands, yes he also got that from your dad. Your mom always comes up to you, while Eren and your dad talk, she’s happy that you found someone, and that Eren reminds her a lot of your dad.

Mans swallows rice like it was no one’s business, he eats that shit with barbecue and vinegar. 

You can’t tell me he gets drunk with your dad and his friends?? They watch boxing matches and eat peanut while drinking beer.

For some reason he acts like he lives there?? Like the whole community knows about him, the kids like playing with him, the guys like doing karaoke and drinking beer with them, and the titas and lolas love talking about your relationship with him and how they would totally marry a guy like that if they ever met someone like that when they were younger.

His favourite thing about the culture? Probably how open the people were, they were very generous and kind.

Armin Arlert

When you first told him, he was kind of like, “okay??” but he also took time out of his day to research your culture, he’s the type to catch you in a sad mood where you really miss your country, and take time out of his day to try his best to make food from your culture.

He’s mastered to cook Tofu Sisig and Halo-Halo. You always ask him to make it for you whenever you’re sad.

He could never understand how your family’s able to sit in your traditional clothing, he tries his hardest not to scratch, he literally looks at you with a look begging for help because he was itchy but he didn’t want to take it off.

You had to explain that he doesn’t always have to participate in your culture, because respecting your culture was enough for you. Mans cried because he thought he was horrible for not wearing the Barong for the whole ceremony.

He does loves trying filipino recipes, he loves seeing you cook adobo or tapsilog in the morning, it just fills the house with an amazing aroma.

he knows how to say ‘i love you’ in Tagalog and he has fully replaced ‘I love you’ with ‘Mahal Kita.’ 

Favourite thing about the culture? The language, he just loves learning new words everyday, his favourite saying so far is, “Huwag kang mag-alala. Akong bahala.” (Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.)

Mikasa Ackerman

Poor baby was confused, she caught you talking on the phone in another language and she just stared concerningly at you, forgetting about whatever she’s doing.

She was also afraid to try your food?? Until you shove a ube-filled riceball (in filipino, Buchi) in her mouth, she ends up making it her comfort food, she asks you to make Buchi with her, she likes to eat the left over filling.

she actually wants to keep trying some of your culture’s food, her favourites so far is definitely Taho and Kaldereta, and of course Buchi.

She can’t say much in tagalog but she does know traditions, she did the binasuan dance with you once, amazingly she kept all cups in balance for her first time.

She knows how bless and actually calls people tita and tito, or ate and kuya. She was kind of, ahem, convinced, to call your parents nanay and tatay.

Your parents always complain about how you haven’t married Mikasa yet, Mikasa was confused about why she could hear them talking about her, but you reassured her that it was only just your parents egging you to marry Mikasa. In which she blushed in return.

Mikasa also learns recipes from Armin, those two cook for ther S/O’s so much that even their S/O feel like their not filipino enough, they got to try things even they didn’t know filipino culture had.

Jean Kirstein

SUPRISINGLY, he knows what blessing is, went as far as saying “Mano po.” whenever he did.

 your dad hates him for some reason lmfao like your dad’s always staring at him with a weird expression.

He’s scared of your dad, no cap. first time you guys went on a date and didn’t have a house together, he almost shit himself talking to your dad.

You tried to teach him to do the tinikling dance and he almost broke his leg.

You and your parents conversed by yelling at each other, like Sasha, he too thought that you were arguing with them and he tapped you on the shoulder like, “Should I leave?-” You were confused as he was, you had to explain that yelling was a way filipinos communicated.

He was concerned when you would hit him while laughing, you also had to explain that was also something most filipino’s communicated.

He tried picking the language up but he just butchers the pronunciation.

Favourite thing about your culture is the places, if he could he probably would’ve bought a private island.

Does this man know how to cook filipino food?? Yessir!! He’s absolute god at cooking, imagine when he finds out we have a whole CHEESE ice cream-

Mans was confused confused, why..would you like cheese ice cream?? surprisingly he likes the ice cream, it’s sweet and salty??

Connie Springer

THIS MAN- he thought filipino was a sexuality?? when you told him, he’s like “so, what gender do you prefer then?” 

HE WAS DUMBFOUNDED WHEN HE FOUND OUT WHAT FILIPINO MEANT-

I just know he shared filipino swears with Sasha, he actually grew accustomed to them, once in a while you’ll hear, ‘PUTANGINA’ throughout the house, because he stubbed his toe.

ugh he rocked the barong too, AND HE ROCKED HIS TINIKLING DANCE.

your titas seemed to love him?? Every time you talk to them, they ask if he’s doing okay.

He actually is a simp for filipinos, he was awestruck with how much beautiful women and men there were in the Philippines.

you cannot tell me this man doesn’t watch Manny Paqcuiao’s boxing fights.

In general he tries his best to respect your culture and not disrespect them, but he cannot bless for the life of him.

favourite thing about your culture is the adobo, he says its “bussin’”.

He drinks with your titos and your dad. No way he doesn’t, he also plays basketball with them.

traumatized somehow by the naked children running down the street sometimes- Filipino streets man, a little too comfortable-

He was shocked to find out that some people showered outside?? Like comfortably?

Man covers his whole face bc he feels like a perv.

Marco Bodt

Absolute researcher in your culture, like Armin, he actually makes sure he’s not disrespecting it or anything.

HE DOES THE BLESS GESTURE, but he whispers in your ear about how he accidentally blessed one of your titas too hard

his favourite filipino dish is Buko Pandan, he literally couldn’t help but get seconds when your grandma offered him a cup.

tbh he rocked his barong, he looked so good, like GAH DAYUM.

he picked up some words since he really loved being around your family, you were lively and your family was so open to accepting him.

you and him danced in a barong and baro’t saya for your wedding reception.

genuinely, he was in fearful awe when you caught a rat your parents have been complaining about in their house, remind you rats in the Philippines are as big as kittens 

He also calls you Mahal, it’s kinda cringey but you thought it was cute.

Favourite part of your culture, the clothing, he’s always asking to go to parties just so he can wear the barong.

he’s also deathly afraid of the bodies of water the Philippines has, he doesn’t know if murky water scares him more than clear water in the islands.

Mans tried his best to corporate your culture into your guys’ wedding, until your Tito Philip brought a WHOLE ASS LIVE CHICKEN as a wedding gift?!

he was kinda sad y’all didn’t keep the chicken.

Sasha Braus

Sasha honestly didn’t know that your were filipino until you spoke your language with a family member, you guys were yelling at each other and Sasha thought y’all were fighting-

she wants to learn the language BUT ONLY THE SWEARS, connie and her both.

she loves when you speak to her in your langauge, she loves guessing what you’re telling her. SHE ALSO LOVES WHEN UR PARENTS TRY TO SPEAK TO HER AND THEIR ACCENTS COME OUT.

you guys actually went to the Philippines for your guys’ honeymoon. did she almost spend all your money? yes, did you let her? duh.

Her most favourite thing about your culture is definitely the food, and beautiful people like you.

Genuinely rocks the Baro’t Saya, her short hair goes well with the dress, her colour was a dullish-pastel pink, she had a matching fan with it too! 

She wore it for your birthday, almost ruined it by almost spilling fruit salad on it.

THIS WOMAN- SHE WAS LITERALLY CRYING TEARS OF JOY WHEN SOMEONE BROUGHT OUT THE LECHON (a whole roasted pig).

Yes, she almost ate half of it, she would’ve probably finished it if it weren’t for her eating everything else, a human compost bin, you got leftovers? She’ll eat em.

She loved going to Jollibee with you, you and her have dates where you literally eat almost everything off the menu.