#curse my dads genes…. my moms like

[sovaharbor]

body hair is entirely normal. but for me. personally. on my own arms and legs. when i am as hairless as a little sphinx cat, or perhaps a seal, my brain is sated. however i cut my elbow earlier in the shower and whenever i nick myself im like hm. actually. maybe this is a mistake. because i am a big baby. and also i still need to wax my legs so that's another time where i'm always like actually why am i doing this to myself. this is like nearly an hour's worth of work for what exactly. there's something about the little adrenaline rush when u rip ur hair off ur leg tho. maybe that's the body picking disorder idk don't @ me.

[quinttyz]

remembering the quinttyz era when i had straight hair…

[bunn-iiii]

fun fact: I forgot my hair is curly

another fun fact: I'm trying to grow out my undercut

save me

[wolfjackle-creates]

broski I beg of u to tell me about your Danny is Clark’s nephew wip im so intrigued

@hailsatanacab also asked about this one! I shared two snippets for them so check out Part 1 and Part 2. (about 900 words total between the two asks.)

This was inspired by the discussion on a prompt you made ages ago, actually! Here's the post. The main prompt isn't the inspiration, however. It was the comment about Danny joining the JL and [insert spiderman meme here].

Let's see if I have anything I can add. (I changed things enough when posting the first bits that everything else I have doesn't fit anymore.)

Eh, fine. Just went through and wrote another 600 words.

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Danny winced. “Yes, Uncle Cl— Kal. Uncle Kal.” Danny glanced next to him and realized Constantine had moved several feet away and was deliberately trying to not attract attention. He bit back a smile and pulled on the Prince Phantom persona Queen Dora had forced him to learn. “Thank you for your assistance, Laughing Magician. I now declare our deal complete and will make no further claims on you.” He waved his hand producing a piece of parchment which he handed over. “As promised, your payment.”

Constantine grabbed the paper and backed away quickly. “Great. Glad to do business with you, your highness. Hope your family reunion goes well. I’ll just—” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, then changed something and disappeared through a portal even as several of the League members present tried to yell at him to stop.

Danny rolled his eyes as he fell back into his more relaxed demeanor. “Oh, please. What more did you want from him? I’ll talk to Uncle Kal and he can decide what is important to pass on. Magician Constantine already told you most of what he knows.”

“Just… come on, Danny,” said Uncle Clark. “We need to talk.”

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Finding a place to talk to Danny wasn’t the problem, Clark quickly realized. Shaking off his coworkers, however… Bruce in particular did not want to be left out. And Wally was too curious to be put off.

“Danny?” called Clark when he realized the kid wasn’t with him.

“By the viewing window,” said Bruce. “He seems to enjoy the view.”

“Right. Should’ve guessed.” Clark cursed himself silently for forgetting how much the kid loved space. “Batman, please. I know you like to know everything. But can I just talk to my nephew alone? I’ll explain everything I can after, but I need to know how this situation could’ve happened in my own family without my knowledge first without you being there inserting Opinions.”

“Very well. I’ll collect Flash and we’ll leave the two of you alone. But I expect a full report after.”

“I’ll make a peach cobbler, Ma’s recipe, and head to the Manor tomorrow to tell you everything.”

“I’ll let Nightwing know.”

Clark sighed. “I’ll make two cobblers.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward, but he turned without saying anything more. “Flash! Since this matter is going to be delayed, I believe you still have to file your report on the incident last week.”

Clark chuckled as Flash protested. But he didn’t listen to their discussion, instead joining Danny by the viewing window. He settled an arm around his nephew’s shoulders. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“I can’t believe you get to come up here and look out at the stars any time you want.”

“I don’t get up here as much as I’d like, I’m afraid. And when I am up here, it’s because something somewhere is going wrong so I don’t get to appreciate it as much as I’d like to.”

“So, if you’re an alien, does that mean Dad’s an alien, too? Is that why he is the way he is? Am I part alien?”

Clark laughed and ruffled Danny’s hair. Like this, it felt almost insubstantial, like passing his hand through mist. “Fraid not, kid. No one knows why your dad is the way he is. I can’t remember how often he was tested for the meta gene.”

“Once a year every year from the time he was six until he was twenty-two and graduated undergrad and started living on his own. Then he stopped for a few years. Until he started dating Mom. He accidentally broke her apartment door once and she insisted he get tested again.”

Clark wanted to laugh, but all he could remember was Danny’s earlier statement. “Danny… Are you…safe with your parents?”

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Again, anyone is free to continue this! If anyone wants, I can combine everything into one post to make it easier to do so.

[babydollmarauders]

SPARKS FLY — ETHAN EDWARDS

ethan edwards x fem!hughes!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which Ethan spends 4th of July at the Hughes lake house and becomes enamored with y/n Hughes

specific lyrics: “you’re the kind of reckless that should send me runnin’ but i kinda know that i won’t get far.” and “you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch. close enough to hope you couldn’t see what i was thinking of.” and “i see sparks fly whenever you smile.” and “get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down.” and “my mind forgets to remind me, you’re a bad idea.” and “lead me up the staircase, won’t you whisper soft and slow? ‘i’m captivated by you, baby; like a firework show.’”

notes: happy 21st birthday to my bestie, ethan!! i’m so sorry this is so late, i just wrote all of this in like 2 hours and it’s not proofread, so sorry if it sucks.

“Luke! put me down!” my screeches prove futile when my twin looks down at me with a wicked grin.

“down? okay!”

before i can argue that whatever he’s planning isn’t what i meant, i’m dropped from the dock and into the cold lake water. my body stiffens at the feeling and i gasp before my head is submerged under the water.

i kick my legs and rise to the surface, gulping in throat-fulls of air as i smooth my hair out of my face, glaring up at my brothers and their friends as they laugh.

“you’re gonna pay for that.” i tell Luke, holding my hand up in waiting for him to help me back onto the dock. Luke takes a step back, eyeing me with caution. “really? you won’t even help me up?”

“i’ll help you.” i look over just in time to see Ethan step over to the edge. slipping his hand in mine, he pulls me up, helping me onto the wooden dock. i can’t help but let my eyes wander as i rise to my feet, mere inches from him.

god, he looks good shirtless.

shit, y/n, stop thinking like that.

i avert my eyes, rather focusing on the shivering of my body from the summer breeze hitting my wet skin.

“i’m, uh— i’m gonna go see if mom needs any help.” i tell the guys, awkwardly turning away and jogging up the path to the back deck. my father man’s the grill, flipping hamburgers, while my mother sits at the patio table, cutting up a couple watermelons.

“what on earth happened to you?” my dad chuckles, flipping a burger. i scoff, rolling my eyes. “i thought you were just tanning?”

“i was. and then your son happened.” i tell him, flopping down into a chair across from my mother who finally looks up to see me in my dripping state.

“gotta be more specific than that, honey.” she laughs. “we do have three of them.”

“the one i’m cursed to share 50 percent of my genes with.” i huff.

“ahh, yes, that one.” she muses, chopping into the last piece of watermelon before handing me a triangle. “what did he do this time?”

“he dropped me in the lake.” i say through a mouthful of fruit.

“why?” my dad chimes in, finally shutting the grill and taking a seat next to his wife.

“cause he’s insufferable? i don’t know.” i raise an eyebrow. “does he need a reason?”

“guess not.” he shrugs. i take another bite of watermelon, juice dripping down my chin. “but here they all come.”

my dad raises his chin to motion behind me and i turn my head to glance back, making direct eye contact with Ethan, who walks between Luke and Dylan.

my head snaps forward and i wipe the back of my hand across my chin, cleaning the watermelon juice off my skin. looking over at my mother, a smirk and a raised brow adorn her face.

“you sure that’s a good idea, honey?” despite her cocky expression, her tone is soft and gentle, careful not to hurt my feelings with her words.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” i feign obliviousness, grabbing a beach towel off the stack on the table before the boys can take them all. i wrap the University of Michigan towel around my shoulders, using one end to scrunch the water out of my hair.

“i saw that look, and the way you reacted to it.” my mom reaches across the table, laying a gentle hand on my forearm. “just be careful. make sure you know what you’re doing, because if Luke finds out you like one of his friends…”

“yeah, i know.” i sigh. how could i ever forget Luke’s ‘friends are off limits’ rule?

before either of us can speak again, i feel a set of hands come down on my shoulders, making me jolt in surprise.

Jack’s laugh bellows in my ears, my eyes rolling in annoyance as he finds hilarity in my surprise.

i watch as the guys pile onto the porch deck, grabbing towels from the stack and drying off to prepare for dinner. my parents make themselves scarce, heading inside to collect dinner necessities.

i’m pulled out of my thoughts when Ethan drops into the chair across from me, stealing a piece of watermelon from the bowl.

“maize and blue looks good on you.” he whispers, sending a wink in my direction before he gets pulled back into a conversation with Dylan, who takes the spot beside him.

blood rushes to my cheeks as i glance down at the towel draped over my shoulders, the colors in perfect contrast to my skin.

“y/n, honey?” i look up at my mother who stands at the head of the table.

“hmm? yeah?”

“could you run in and grab the pasta salad out of the fridge?” she asks me, sharing a knowing smile.

“coming right up.” i rise from my seat, dropping the towel back onto the chair so that my brothers, or even trevor, don’t take my spot while i’m gone.

i make my way into the house, pushing open the sliding glass door and rounding the corner into the kitchen. opening the refrigerator, i retrieve the large mixing bowl of pasta as well as a bottle of water, before closing the door.

i jump in surprise, as Ethan now stands leaning against the counter behind the refrigerator door, almost dropping the bowl.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!” he chuckles, a twinge of red coating his cheeks as he rubs at the back of his neck.

the sunset washes in from the window behind him, radiating him with a golden glow and i can’t help but notice the golden flecks in his green eyes. he looks so ethereal that my knees nearly go weak when i see him at full. water drips from his hair, dropping onto his bare chest and down his abs, and i’m only so strong, my eyes follow the droplets on their path, my lips parted as i take a deep inhale.

“uh- no- you’re uh- you’re good.” i tell him, finally pulling my line of sight back up to his face, where a cocky smirk is now placed.

“Luke sent me in to get the fireworks from the closet? but i don’t know what closet they’re in.” he replies. “there’s like 3 of them down here.”

i laugh, using my water bottle to point towards the closet underneath the stairs.

“they’re in there.” i inform him. “are we doing them after dinner?”

“yeah. i think it was like an unspoken vote? dinner, then fireworks, then bonfire.” he says, heading over to the closet and pulling out the large rubbermaid tub of fireworks. “jesus, do we really need all these?”

“it’s fourth of july, go big or go home, right?” i shrug, finally stepping back toward the glass door. “you haven’t experienced beauty until you’ve seen a Hughes fourth of july firework show.”

i turn toward the open glass door, making my way back out, but not before i hear him mutter to himself-

“pretty sure i experienced beauty the moment i saw you.”

my cheeks burn and i wonder if he meant for me to hear that or if he thought i wouldn’t, but regardless, the words make my heart race.

**

i sit back in my chair, watching on as Jack, Luke, and their friends light the fireworks before sprinting away to watch them light up the sky.

Luke, Dylan, and Mark hype Ethan up as he sets fire to the end of the fuse and jumps over the firework; waiting until just before the firework is about to go off in order to come running back up to the grassy patch where everyone sits. i roll my eyes at his recklessness, wondering just how stupid guys can be.

the reckless abandon in which he does things should have me running for the hills. i’ve never before been so enamored with a guy who does stupid things like these. and yet, just by looking at him, i know that i’m too far in now. the crush i’ve held for him for the past two years has blossomed into something more.

he smiles at my twin and his friends as they shake him and shout, hyping his stupid actions, and it’s like sparks fly when i see the beaming look on his face. and coincidentally, in that moment, purple fireworks light up the sky, shooting in every direction.

“i know that look.” i look over at my eldest brother, furrowing my brows at his words.

“what?” he rolls his eyes at my response, giving me a soft smile.

“don’t ‘what?’ me, y/n. i know that look. it’s the same look you used to give Matthew when he would come pick Brady up from the lake house when you were like, eleven.”

i laugh at his comparison. no longer embarrassed of the past crush i held on the older Tkachuk.

“and how would that look?” i ask him.

“like this.” Quinn attempts a faraway look in his eyes, batting his lashes and holding his folded hands up to his cheek.

“you asshole!” i giggle, pushing at his shoulder. “i don’t look like that! i have never done that!”

“okay, maybe not like that.” he relents, chuckling. “but you have that look of admiration and love. and i know what Luke says but… i say go for it.”

“what?” i’m shocked by his words, not used to being told anything other than ‘be careful’ and ‘you know Luke’s rule’.

“if you really think there’s something there? go for it. Luke will get over it. i promise.” he assures me, a soft smile on his face as he reaches out to hold my hand.

“but, just in case, i’d say maybe don’t tell Luke right away.” he tells me, pressing a peck to the back of my hand before he drops it, rising from his seat. “and here comes lover boy now.”

Quinn wiggles his eyebrows as he walks away, one hand gripping his beer as the other waves over to Jack and company.

i look over just in time to see Ethan, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Luke wants his Team USA hoodie.” he tells me. “he says you have it in your room.”

“oh, yeah, i have that. i’ll get it.” i stand from my seat, walking towards the lake house with Ethan following behind me. once we reach the porch deck, he jogs in front of me, opening the sliding door and letting me walk through first before he closes it again and fast walks towards the stairs, leading me up to my room.

he glances behind him every few seconds, as though making sure i’m still behind him, and i blush under his gaze.

finally reaching my bedroom, i open the door, letting him follow me in as i retrieve the USA Hockey hoodie off of my desk chair.

“here you go.” i spin around, ready to hold it out to him, but he’s already right behind me, a mere foot away.

“i lied.” he confesses, pushing the hoodie away.

“oh-”

“i just really wanted to talk to you alone. and i saw you wearing the hoodie yesterday, so i knew you had it and-”

“you don’t have to explain yourself.” i cut off his ramble, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the thought of him wanting to be alone with me.

“i don’t?” he furrows his brows as i throw the no-longer-needed hoodie onto my bed. i shake my head in response.

“no. i wanted to be alone with you too.” i admit, taking a step closer.

“oh, good! so i wasn’t reading you wrong? ‘cause if i was, you can just tell me to fuck off, i promise i won’t be hurt. i mean, okay maybe a little, but-”

“Ethan?” i chime in, stopping him from his nervous ranting.

“yeah?” he takes a step forward, leaving us close enough to touch.

“just kiss me, please?” at my words, he lets out a relieved sigh, nodding his head.

his hands come up to cup my face, pulling my lips to his in a quick but steady motion. our lips connect, his soft and tasting of the watermelon we were all snacking on as the fireworks went off. my hands snake around his neck, raking through the hair at the nape of it. i can feel him shiver as my nails lightly scratch against his scalp, and i smile into the kiss at the effect i’ve proven to have on him.

he pulls away, both of us sucking in a lungful of fresh air before he speaks-

“i’m captivated by you, baby; like a firework show.”

[vampiretendencies]

baby maybank being held by john b and he’s like “shit jj, didn’t realize how strong your genes are”

pairing; dad!jj x fem!mom!reader

warnings; fluff, baby is a girl in this blurb, i’ll alternate occasionally b/w boy & girl for dad!blurbs, baby also has no name to keep things neutral for the reader.

authors note; had to make a blurb out of this it’s so cute, hope u enjoy, this is really short. like i mean it not the length of my usual blurbs at all so i m not expecting much lol.

“What’s wrong with this Goddamn car seat?”

JJ’s teeth are in a full on grit, trying to get this forsaken car seat out for the past ten minutes. Wriggling it every which way whilst the baby inside stuck her tongue out in a full giddy laugh at her father’s frustration— adorned in the attire JJ chose that day, mini denim overalls, with a ruffled white tee beneath as well as socks to match, nearing her three month old mark. The seatbelt is inevitably caught and despite how much he pulls, it won’t budge, with every pull the baby’s head rocks back and forth on the cushion.

You stood leaned against the car door, amused by JJ’s discontent. It’s such a task for him you swear you saw a bead of sweat coat his temple. You and the baby sharing mischievous glances, aware that you’ve let him struggle long enough.

“JJ-“ you interject, trying to weasel your way in between the door and JJ’s side. Still he proceeds to pull and maneuver it, no remembrance of your voice.

“J!”

Placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder, one that says ‘stop while you’re ahead’. His breath heaves, backing up to allow you to do what he couldn’t. This wasn’t the first time the baby met the Pogues, though JJ gets just as stressed every time, protective of his little girl— ‘dad mode’ at best.

With one swift movement you latch onto the handle of the car seat, and she’s removed from the car with ease. Crystalline eyes alike with her dad, piercing blonde tresses, with that same undeniable tight lipped grin.

“Swear that fuckin’ car seat is cursed.”

You shushed him for the roaring profanity, as if your daughter could speak already. “No, you just never learned how to do it.”

He places a hand at the small of your back whilst closing the car door and writhing the car seat from your hold, as it weighs a ton and there will be no carrying things for you— JJ insists.

Before even taking another step, his lips align with yours. Plump with an anxious need for you. It’s brief yet slow and you taste every aspect of him. “I got it, baby.” He says so against your lips— as much as he wants to stand in the front yard of the Chateau and get lost with you for a lifetime, he pulls away, mainly because it’s fucking scorching right now and his little girl can’t stand the protruding sunlight in her eyes.

There’s always a still of quietness when the Pogues all share a room with the baby in. Fully due to the fact that it’s absurd that thee JJ Maybank is a father, to a living breathing child, and a damn good one at that.

“Shit JJ, didn’t realize how strong your genes are,” John b is peering down at the small child cradled in his arms, that is the absolute spitting image of her father. Kie, Pope, Sarah, and Cleo all surrounding like the baby was an unearthly creature.

“Least you know she’s mine.”

You elbow JJ’s side at his suggestive antics. Merely to grab his baby again, swatting at them for possibly breathing too much air on her. “Now back up, you’re crowding her.”

[sunflowergirl522]

Tattoo Sleeve

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You get called at work to pick your daughter up from school.

Word Count: 2354

Eddie Masterlist

“Hello, this is Kraken Studio. How can I help you?” There’s a pause before you hear your receptionist's chair scrape against the floor. “Oh yes of course I’ll get her on the line right away.” There’s a knock against the walkway into your room at the studio and you glance up from your work briefly to find Steph standing there.

“What’s up?” You go back to tattooing your client's forearm focusing on the lines of the flowers printed on her skin.

“The school’s on the line for you. Something about Fae, they wouldn’t give me specifics.”

“Why are they calling me? Normally they call Eddie.” You stop tattooing immediately, sitting up straight and turning towards the woman in the chair. “Do you mind if I take this call real quick?”

“No go ahead.” You rush over to the front desk, anxiety filling you on what could’ve happened for them to be calling about your daughter.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Munson?”

“This is she.”

“We need you to come get Fae from school.”

“Okay, I’ll be right on my way.” And after making sure your current client was okay with sitting there while you go grab Fae you were off.

“You should’ve called my dad.” Fae says in a sing-song voice from her seat in the office. She swings her feet as she leans forward to look at her principal after the phone call ends.

“Your father would’ve been upset with us for calling him for this like he was last time. Your mom will at least hopefully prevent something like this from happening again.” Fae just shrugs and looks back towards the wall knowing you’re going to be even more pissed, a word she knows thanks to your foul temper, that they called you to pick her up than her dad would’ve been. 

You get to the school in no time at all, the drive from your shop only being a few minutes and you rush in without throwing on a jacket like you normally would’ve to keep some sort of professionalism during parent teacher conferences or other school events that Eddie couldn’t make it to so you had to fill in. He was the school parent because you hated it and the parents of other children more than he did. Besides you worked a lot, at least that was one of the original excuses you had when the topic first came up.

You burst into the office not knowing if your kid was sick or hurt and full of worry over it. You scan the room, eyes landing on Fae sitting in the corner, a big smile carving into her face as she spots you. You miss the way the secretary and the principal’s eyes bulge when they see all the ink on the skin your tank top is showing in your rush to her side.

“Hey baby, are you okay? Do you feel sick? You’re not warm or anything.” You move your hand from her forehead and search her face for signs of distress.

“Hi mama.” She just keeps smiling at you and when she moves her arms you spot the colors on her left one and chuckle.

“Did dad give you tattoos again?” She nods and you kiss the top of her head before standing and walking up to the desk to figure out what’s going on and start signing her out. “So what’s going on, why do I need to take her home? Did she hit someone again?” She had gotten your temper and willingness to fight in the gene pool, it was something you and Eddie were working on with her.

“She refuses to wash off the temporary tattoos and she can’t be here with that many.”

“What?” Your face scrunches up in the middle of signing your name. “So she has to go home because of a fake tattoo sleeve?” There’s annoyance thick as honey in your voice and the principal, a bitch that you can never remember the name of, nods. “Why, it’s fake!”

“Ma’am she can’t show up to school like that.”

“Why not? She’s not hurting anyone with it.” It takes everything in you to not start cursing at her. If you let your temper out now in front of Fae it’ll just backtrack all the progress you’ve made with her own.

“It’s been a distraction and is leaving a bad influence on the other children.” The pencil you’re holding snaps in your hand causing the two women in front of you to flinch. Fae just gets up and starts moving towards the door knowing it won’t last much longer.

“Bad influence?! They’re all seven and the tattoos are fake! She’s not doing any harm by having them and even if other kids start wanting fake tattoos because of it then I don’t see what the issue is.”

“Parents have been complaining about-”

“I don’t give a rat's ass about the other parents! Come on Fae you can come hang out in the parlor with me until your dad gets off.” You gently take the backpack from her hands on your way out the door and swing it around your shoulder so you can take her hand in yours. Once you’re out by the car you put the bag in the back seat but crouch down before Fae can climb in.

“Fae sweetheart mama’s temper came out a little bit back there what do we say when that happens?”

“It’s okay to be angry but not okay to break stuff and cuss because of it.” You nod and bring her into your arms for a hug. “Do we need to go to your calm space mama?” She places both of her little hands on either side of your face and pulls back to meet your eyes.

“No baby, you’re my calm place so I’m already there.” You boop her nose, getting a laugh out of her. “Now let's get a move on, these fu-they called me in the middle of an appointment and I told her I’d be back soon.” You cut yourself off from swearing in front of her again as she gets into the car excited to be going to work with you.

“Hello?” Eddie answers the phone with a cigarette between his lips after getting handed it unexpectedly.

“Hi daddy!” He smiles wide as he hears his daughter's voice come through the line.

“Hey Princess! You’re not in school, are you?”

“Nope. I’m with mama at work.” “Shit, they send you home for the sleeve again?” He didn’t wait for a response before continuing knowing what the answer would be. “We in trouble with mom?”

“No but she had a temper tantrum.” 

“Did she now?” His voice is teasing and he lets out a quiet laugh as he faintly hears you in the background telling her not to snitch. “I’ll be done in the next hour or so alright? Ask mom if she wants Chinese again or if she wants McDonalds.”

“McDonalds!”

“You didn’t even ask missy, but if that’s what you want then that’s what you’ll get. Bye Sweetheart gotta get back to work.”

“Bye!”

The bell rings above Eddie’s head as he walks into your tattoo parlor, a happy meal in one hand and a regular to-go bag in the other. He smiles with a nod in greeting to Steph raising his pinky and ring finger in a half wave. He can hear Fae talking to you and the hum of your gun from the next room and his smile only grows. 

“Food delivery!” He leans against the door frame holding both hands up to display the bag and box. A smile splits across your face from where you’re focused on the crown you’re inking onto Steve’s chest at the sound of his voice. “Fancy seeing you here Harrington.”

“Daddy!” Fae rushes up to him and he immediately hoists her into his arms, a feat not easily done with the food in his hands, before making his way over to your seat. 

“Yeah, hi Eddie.” He cringes as you shade it in some more and you take that as your cue to take a break and greet your husband. 

“Hey Sweetheart.” He swoops down for a kiss while Fae half giggles at how it jostles her and half fake gags at seeing it happen in front of her. 

“Hi baby. Can you just put the food on the table by the couch I’ll eat once I finish Steve up.” You turn your attention back to his tattoo and start shading again. 

“Course.” He nods and heads over. You didn’t have to tell him that though, it’s what he always did when you were still with a client when he arrived. 

Him bringing you food has been the norm since you opened the place up a few years ago after Fae was old enough to start school. He’d bring you food when he got off of work at the auto shop knowing you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast with Fae in the mornings before school. Then he’d eat with you and hang around until it was time for him to pick up Fae from school and then he’d bring her right back to the parlor until your last client was done and you’d all go home together. It was a daily occurrence really.

“So the school called you instead of me this time?” Eddie asks as he helps Fae open up her box and get her nuggets out.

“This time?” He freezes like a deer in headlights realizing his mistake. At his silence you straighten up and turn to face him making sure to move the gun away from Steve so you don’t accidentally mess up the shading or press too hard while you look away. “What do you mean this time?”

“Now darling, honeybunny, stay calm. You don’t want to have another outburst in front of our little fairy now do you?” He puts his hands up like he would if Hopper had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Edward Joseph Munson, you better explain yourself right now.”

“So you know those days where I came with food and Fae and I claimed to have just picked her up early because I missed her?” You nod running your tongue over your teeth as you glare at the man you love. “Well I did miss her, that wasn’t a lie because I miss her and you when we’re all apart,” his words do the trick to soften you up just like he wanted them to, “but I only picked her up because they called me about her sweet tatties.”

“So this isn’t the first time she’s been sent home because of temporary tattoos?” You spit the last two words out like they’re offending you.

“No, though technically the first time it wasn’t because of the tattoo itself but because she kept claiming that it was real and that she was going to get more. We’ve slowly just been adding more fake ones on her body the more she’s sent home, she wanted a sleeve this time though instead of just having them scattered.” It’s silent for a beat with you staring at Eddie letting his words soak in. “They probably called you because everytime they call me it doesn’t actually solve the problem and you never go in there ink on display so how would they know you would get so mad. Why did you anyway?”

“First they call me in the middle of an appointment and then when I get there you know what they said to me? That Fae is a fucking bad influence on the other children because she wears fake tattoos.”

“Hey language, she's right there.” Your glare shoots towards Steve and he shrinks back into the seat looking towards the wall while Eddie cringes at the fact that he spoke at all. “Right, shutting up now.”

“Fae can you do earmuffs please?” She nods and covers her ears with her hands after shoving a nugget in her mouth. “And to top it all off apparently some cunt parents are fucking complaining for who knows what goddamn reason. I didn’t let her bitch of a principal finish the sentence she was about to say about them. I bet one of them is that little miss priss Angelina who’s always looking at you like you killed her fucking dog.”

“Hey, woah easy sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper as he moves to stand in front of you, his hands going to your shoulders to soothingly rub up and down but you immediately latch onto the comforting sound of it. Eddie’s taken on the role of calming you down when you get worked up time and time again so the minute the tone he only uses for it reaches your ears your shoulders sag and the fire behind your eyes starts to go out. 

He’s been calming you down since you transferred to Hawkins your senior year of high school and became friends with him. The first time was after you just turned around and punched one of the girls on the cheerleading team for calling him a piece of shit or something, he hadn’t even been paying enough attention to know what she said he had gotten used to comments being thrown behind his back after all the Vecna stuff happened. It had been the first time you encountered it though and it immediately set you off.

“Who cares about what other parents think? And I’m sure you told Ms. Croslin exactly how much you don’t care, yeah?” You huff and nod at him. “There’s nothing else we can do and they can’t exactly do anything rash like suspend her just because she wears temporary tattoos. So, why don’t you finish Stevie’s tat and eat before you get hangry.”

“Okay, yeah you’re right. Steve’s my last client of the day anyway so I’ll clean up after we eat and we can head home.”

The next day Fae goes in with two temporary tattoo sleeves and the school doesn’t bother to call either of you.

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[steebharringt0n]

the babysitter saga

summary: ficlets surrounding your best friends as they babysit the littlest harrington. pairing: dad!steve harrington x mom!reader warning: curse words authors note: um hi yes my other story is becoming a monster of a fic so I bring you this in return, also yes this is definitely based on a tiktok i saw and thought this was definitely something eddie would do.

“See I told you she’d be fine, we should have done this months ago”

You sighed at your husband, shifting in the passenger seat as his words settled in you. Maybe Eddie was a responsible babysitter for your 1 year old daughter. Maybe he had become the responsible man you’d hope he’d be. You peer over at Steve, his face in concentration as he parks the car in your driveway next to Eddie’s van. He puts the car into park, taking the keys out of the ignition and turns to stare at you.

His lips turn upward into a small smile, he then nudges you.

“C’mon, let’s go see our baby girl”

The both of you walk hand in hand into your house, the cool metal of his ring finger brushes against your knuckles.

“Eds? We’re home!” You shout as you step into the foyer of your house.

Silence.

You and Steve share a look.

“Eddie? Yo Munson!” Steve shouts throughout the house.

You walk towards the kitchen where it’s connected to an enclosed deck. There you spot Eddie, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max and El all sitting around your daughter. They’re clearly amused by something as all their eyes are on the littlest Harrington, a bottle attached to her lips as she holds it up with her tiny hands. You open the back door, a sudden loud chant enters your ears,

“CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG”

“You guys what the fuck”

They all freeze as their attention suddenly shifts to you. You stand there, hands on your hips and an eyebrow arched to the sky. Steve soon joins you, mirroring your stance towards them.

“Were you encouraging my daughter to chug her milk like it’s beer?! She’s only 1 Munson! And what the hell are the rest of you doing here?!”

Baby Harrington instantly drops her bottle at the sight of her parents and waddles over to them, her cherub cheeks stained with milk as she gives you both a toothless grin, arms wide open to be ready to get picked up. Steve happily picks her up, brushing her hair back with his hand and places a kiss on her cheek. She babbles happily at her father.

“Listen, it was the only way she’d drink her milk! She’s a natural like her dad! You remember Keg King Steve Harrington!” Eddie tries to explain, the kids nodding in agreement.

“It was all Dustin's idea” Max suddenly chirped.

“Was not! I just thought that you know, genes run in the family, that … “ Dustin trails off as he catches the angry glint in your eye.

“Go home all of you” you finally say, turning around and slamming the screen door. You turn your attention to Steve who has a tight smile on his lips, as if he knows what you’re going to say.

“I know what you’re going to say” Steve begins, he holds his daughter snug to his side. She looks so much like him sometimes it makes your heart ache. You take a step closer to him, wagging a finger in his face as if you were scolding him like a child.

“Harrington how many times do I have to tell you that I’m always right”

He groans, Robins words suddenly enter his head,

Dingus, happy wife happy life, and your wife she’s always right.

Damn he’s never gonna live this down.

[stomach-bugg09]

what about neteyam bringing home someone (romantic) and fali and y/n just teasing the shit out of them in front of the family😭😭

summary: [y/n] knows neteyam’s big secret.

a/n: okay i’m actually crying this is so short but so sweet. like not only does it embody fali and [y/n]’s dynamic , but it’s a strong example of how much [y/n] loves her baby siblings. she would do anything for them , despite how much she teases them. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing !! reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy

warnings: literally nothing, sm fluff, the cutest thing i have possibly ever written, healthy sibling relationships

words: 895 ( sorry y’all , it’s much shorter than i meant , but i didn’t wanna ruin it by adding too much !! )

baby brother’s got a girl

not once in her life could [y/n] have imagined any of her baby brothers bagging a girl.

sure, they had their father’s genes, but they also had their father’s stupidity, a trait that was communicated through their inability to woo any girl their age. trust me when i say that [y/n] has witnessed a multitude of failed attempts, especially back when they still lived in high camp.

as long as she knew her brothers, which was for about fourteen to sixteen years—roughly—she also knew they were a hot commodity based on their mere titles as the sons of the toruk makto. that always crashed and burned as soon as they talked due to the unfortunate fact that boys were just too awkward to flirt back.

that’s why [y/n] was absolutely floored when she found out lo'ak's attempts with tsireya were actually successful.

hey, she supposed. anything can happen in awa’atlu, right? i mean, i found love, which was thought impossible just a year ago.

but, there was a difference between impossible and just out of this goddamn world. it was just a few days ago that [y/n] realized, not only did lo’ak have a girl of his own, but neteyam did.

neteyam, of course, had no idea that [y/n] knew. he was trying to keep it a secret. only until they were, well, official past the mutual flirting stage. he also thought that he was being sly… he was not!

it was one night when, after neytiri and jake left to go meet up with some of the clan’s adults for some social thing ( the metkayina loved to party ), neteyam quietly tip-toed past where [y/n] laid stretched out on the ground, admiring the ceiling in complete and utter boredom.

“where are you going, bro?” [y/n] sat up with a grin.

he froze immediately, eyes closing in frustration. “uh, just… out.” neteyam slowly turned towards her with an innocent smile.

“out?” she questioned, eyes widening in amusement. when he only nodded, she pushed herself up off the ground, standing on her two feet. “so, this has nothing to do with ipey?”

“shit,” he cursed, head dropping in defeat.

“ahah!” [y/n] declared, pointing at him. at the sound of the rest of their siblings shifting in their sleep, she immediately quieted down. “ahah,” she repeated in a whisper.

“[y/n],” he bagged quietly, walking towards her and grabbing her shoulders. “please do not tell anyone. please!” neteyam pulled her in, nose to nose, and [y/n] had to keep herself from breaking into laughter. “i do not need mom and dad up my ass about this right now.”

[y/n] bit her bottom lip in amusement. “aw, poor baby boy and his private life.” neteyam only gave her an unamused look. “okay, okay!” [y/n] stepped backwards, hands raised in mock defense. “your secret’s safe with me.”

“thank you,” neteyam breathed out, relief flooding his voice.

“but!” he looked back up, eyes flaring in concern. “only if you don’t mind fali and me just… taking a casual stroll on the beach, maybe keeping an eye out for disobedient teenagers.”

“are you kidding?”

[y/n] only smiled. “not in the slightest!” at that, fali stepped out from the doorway where he’d been standing for the past few minutes to listen to the discussion.

“don’t worry, bud, we’re just gonna be out there to keep our favorite sully boy from doing anything gross.” fali grinned deviously.

at the same time that neteyam protested, “you are disgusting,” lo’ak’s voice called from where he slept. “hey!”

neteyam’s jaw-dropped at that. “now lo’ak knows?”

[y/n] only laughed. “oh, please, he already knew.”

“yeah!” he yelled from the back of the marui. “i’m the one who told [y/n] and fali in the first place.”

“he also told the rest of us,” kiri mumbled with a tired huff. tuk hummed in agreement.

neteyam dropped his head in defeat. “i hate all of you. like, every single one of you. so, so much.”

“aw, you don’t mean that, little brother!” [y/n] cried teasingly as he spun around and stomped out the door. “you love us!”

“stay safe, make good choices!” fali echoed, the couple laughing as he only shook his head, shoulders tense and full of annoyance.

they only watched from the dock as he made his way across the beach, disappearing once he turned the corner. [y/n] smiled from where she leaned against fali, his arm wrapped around her in comfort.

“you think he’s gonna be okay?” fali wondered quietly.

[y/n] only chuckled. “i hope so. i cannot handle a heart-broken neteyam. that would be, like, the worst thing in the entire world.”

“is it because you love your brother so much?” fali teased.

“uh, no,” she replied dryly. “it’s because i don’t want to deal with tears and snot.”

fali dropped her head back, letting out a loud stream of laughter at that. the vibrations of his chest sent a smile across [y/n]’s face, her body melting into his embrace even more.

“oh, please,” he whispered once he calmed down. “you would drop anything to make sure he’s okay.”

“i hate when you’re right.”

with that, he pressed a kiss on top of her head. “and yet, here we are.”

she nodded slowly, closing her eyes and leaning her head against him. “here we are.”

[verrescent]

"Regulus has the more gorgeous curls ever!" AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY

becsuse.

for the longest time he just left his hair slicked back or combed over. (yes im pushing my choir boy reg agenda WHAT ABT IT) like he didnt even know he had curls till he was too lazy to comb it over one lazy morning and all of a sudden his head was a frizzy curled mess. (picture a horrible perm) he didnt even know until a slytherin first year who was jumping through hoops for his favor offered to teach him a bird repelling spell. after asking why, he was horrified and the first year apologized.

He tried potions and spells and chants and stones yet nothing seemed to help calm his hair... and he couldn't very well ask Sirius for help since his hair was much less coiled than Regulus's. After about a month of tireless effect (anger filled quidditch practices when he cursed every great wizard for keeping the one muggle custom of hating anything that isn't straight) he finally caved and called in reinforcements.

You know where I'm going with this, right?

HE CALLED LILY, JAMES AND REMUS!

Listening carefully, while James nodded without actually listening (occasionally saying things like 'mhm mhm yes sir you make a fine point.' to impress or bother lily enough that she'll like him ...she'll never admit it but she giggled a little internally) operation make 'regulus handsome again!' was forced in motion.

James tried a natural salve that his dad made that 'enhanced your roots and made your strands shine!' It sort of worked, except they found out that Regulus is allergic to unicorn horn dust and sapflowers.

Lily tried massaging oils that she'd seen her mom use occasionally (and Mrs Evans had the prettiest curls ever!) but it weighed down the strands too much since she applied enough for three people so regulus kind of just looked like Snape. (After regulus saw his reflection, he looked like he'd braved a fight with a dementor)

Remus, who'd been the last one to try anything, and who did the least for his curls (yet they still looking impeccable! fking lupin genes 😒) decided to lend Regulus some of his self made soaps and conditioners that never really worked for him. Regulus did, reluctantly, and found that the frizz was almost gone, and that it smelled very reminiscent of citrus and eucalyptus. In fact, they looked so good that not only did lily ask for the recipe and James berated Remus for never hooking him up with his idiotic talent for accidentally making things that work wonderfully, he was able to convince his mother to left him open his own gringotts vault (of which he planned to use to finally rid his surroundings of those horrid walls of horrid memories.) the end!!!!!! Idk when I wanted this to go but it went somewhere I think

[blueicequeen19]

Daddy’s Girls

Warnings: none - just JJ as a girl dad

“Okay, spin!” I hear my husband say from inside the bathroom. Giggles erupt as I creep closer and watch them through the mirror. JJ is doing the girls hair with a serious amount of concentration on his face. He successfully managed to do space buns on our six year old.

“Do you like it?” JJ asks her even as she stands there with a blinding smile while looking at herself in the mirror.

“Yes! I love it daddy!” She cheers, turning her head side to side.

“My turn! My turn!” Our three old shouts impatiently, patting his hip repeatedly with her little hands.

“Okay, okay! No need to fight over daddy!” JJ laughs, picking our toddler up and sitting her on the counter as our oldest moves out of the way.

“I want space buns! I want space buns!” I cover my smile with my hand as JJ immediately starts parting her long blonde locks to repeat the same hair style.

“Thank you daddy!” She beams up at him and he leans down to kiss her forehead. My heart melts just watching them. He was perfect. Always so good with the girls even if he was terrified when they were born.

“Go make sure momma is ready. Don’t let her make us late!” I step in the door way and pull her into my arms.

“Hi mommy!” The three year old says just as JJ gets one bun done.

“Mommy is ready. I’m waiting on you girls.” JJ smirks at me in the mirror as he gathers her remaining hair to tie off.

“Hair like this takes patience. You wouldn’t understand.” JJ jokes. I roll my eyes at him, cursing him and his strong genes with the damn Prince hair and blue eyes.

“Yea, mom.” Our oldest chimes in. Daddy’s girls for sure.

“I think daddy should have space buns too. So you all match.” I tease and the girls cheer happily with agreement. JJ gives me a warning look in the mirror, knowing he can’t say no to these girls.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞😭

I couldn't imagine having allergies at all, let alone year round (I don't get allergies haha flex).

but I am sick asf right now so I can somewhat relate in the moment :'). due to that fact, y'all might get a couple more sick-fics, idk🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

《 ♡ 》 imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

out of all of the places you could've been born - krypton, themyscira, even in a lab would do - you were born right here on earth in a regular ol' hospital, in a regular ol' town, to live a regular ol' life. amongst the flowers and the pollen, the cold and humidity, the wind and rain.

and out of all of the things to be born with - superpowers, enhanced abilities, preferably a higher immune system - you were born with the most sensitive nose and lungs ever.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!strong allergies!reader x freddy freeman - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods - starts at the beginning of the year, ends at the end of the year

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of (and reader having) allergies/illness - freddy being the sweetest of sweethearts to ever be sweet - like srsly, this is all just tooth-rotting fluff - there's some references here and there, I think?? I don't rmbr😃

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

You laid in bed with your eyes glued to the ceiling, moping to yourself internally while the sound of your periodic sniffles further continued to fuel the harbored rage you held towards your teachers.

"Have a good spring break!"

"...And once that's done, enjoy the rest of your break!"

"Have fun on your two weeks off!"

"...Spring break!"

Spring, spring, spring...

How in the hell were you supposed to be enjoying the constant itch in your throat and stuffed up nose and, god, the sneezing...? You were growing sick of it (literally and emotionally), and to make matters worse, you'd been like this the entire first week of your two week "break."

You might as well have been sick.

"Ohh-!" Your mother jokingly scoffed, entering your room (without a knock, as most tended to do) with a curiosity about her that went subsided at the sight of you.

"Don't look so depressed. It's a nice day out, at least do something constructive."

"Of course you'd say that." You sneered, and suddenly realized that rage was being directed in the wrong place. Your teachers were just doing their job, being kind and offering their wishes of a good spring break. It wasn't their fault. You looked towards your mom, one half of the problem...

"You and dad got all of the good genes, and I got..."

You gestured to yourself, no further explanation needed other than a quiet, "...this." to finish off your sentence.

With your mom shooting you another knowing look, chin angled downwards and eyebrows raised, you flopped back onto your bed and sunk into the feeling of your allergies rendering you physically weak. It was the sudden raking sound of your blinds being pulled back and the gush of sunlight entering your room that had you then pulling the covers over yourself, unwilling to face the light.

"Close them...!" You practically whined. "My head still hurts, and I-... I..."

A sneeze interrupted your protests, the blankets rising and falling with the large puffs of air exiting with each sneeze.

"Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you."

You prepared yourself for one more with the following of your mother excusing each one individually, but it had died down in your chest, a pitiful groan taking its place instead as you adjusted and wiggled around under your blanket.

"If you don't get up, you're not gonna get any better." You heard the woman advise. "Besides, you need to eat something before you take this medicine."

Your curiosity peaked at the mention of such, slowly lowering your blankets just enough to reveal your disheveled hair and teary eyes. Sure enough, your mother had a real reason for barging into your room, a bottle of allergy relief spotted in her hand as she waltzed closer to the edge of your bed.

You sat up, mood slightly increasing at just the thought of feeling better. But, upon reaching for it, your mother pulled it away and repeated herself.

"You need to eat something before you take it."

"Ughhh, mom...!" You groaned in exasperation. "Let me take it now, and I'll eat right after, please."

She merely shook her head, taunting you without trying before she was right back to standing and waltzing out of the door.

"You can find me in the kitchen...!" She hummed over her shoulder and purposely left your door open after her exit. Instead of doing so, you were right back in between your blankets and pillows, dreading the feeling of doing any further mental or physical tasks.

The buzzing of your phone was what brought you out of your misery, head slowly lolling over towards your dresser until you could make out the contact name on your screen.

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| freddy spaghetti😻 |

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Suddenly, even if for just a moment, you forgot any and all that dampened your mood. Hell, you'd even argue that your nose unclogged for a second, your first smile of the day creeping onto your face at your boyfriend's unexpected call.

"Heyyy-hi...!" He greeted enthusiastically, elongating his words with his face all up in the camera that left you giggling carefully so as not to bring pain to your chest. "How's my super-babe feelin'?"

"Not so super..." You admitted with a shrug, smile faltering and unsure as to if you were blushing or just suffering from a fever. Either way, your cheeks and forehead suddenly ran hot, and it left Freddy to pout on your behalf.

"Allergies?" He guessed, and was answered by your - !... !... !... !... !... - five whole sneezes in a row.

"Allergies." He concluded before shifting his postion from a relaxed lean against his arm to holding the phone high above him with both hands, curls sprawled against his pillow, and an all-too-handsome grin to go with.

"Well, at least you're still a babe." He sighed out his flirt with such a casualness that left you grinning all over again, a wink thrown your way leaving you certain that if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now.

"Yeah, right..." You scoffed in order to badly cover up how smitten you already were. Hardly a minute into the call, and he had you feeling the best you'd felt all morning, regardless of an itchy throat and mild headache.

"I look like Rudolph the fucking reindeer with my nose this red."

"I think it's cute-! Very festive!" Freddy rushed. You gave him a deadpan look.

"It's the middle of March."

"And?"

At first, you thought he was serving you unprompted attitude, facial expression just as dry as yours had been seconds ago, tone just the same. But then you realized it was just because he was focused. Focusing on his phone screen. Focused right on the-

*flash* *flash* *flash* *flash*

"No-! Stop taking screenshots...!!" You nearly screeched, ducking out of frame while Freddy gave a smug laugh. An audible, "hehehehehehe" that could've been mistaken for a troll or gremlin of some kind letting you know you were too late.

"You look cute, though...!" He pretended to whine, shaking his phone as though it'd bring your face back on camera.

When it did return, it was at the distant voice of your mother from the kitchen, side profile now in view as your eyes stared towards your bedroom door, big and round at the call.

"(Y/N), come eat and take your meds, now...!!"

"But, mom...!!" You called back, fighting the tickle in your throat that urged you to cough. "It's Freddy, I'm talking to Freddy...!!"

But alas, she had no care for your reasoning, simply giving a dramatic huff of exasperation before calling back, "Well, tell him you love him, get off the phone, and come eat...!!"

Finally, you let that cough go, which inevitably proved the woman's point before you faced your boyfriend one last time with a pout of your own that was very much real.

"No, don't do that, stop it." He cooed, solemnly chuckling at your expression before swiftly-

*flash*

"Stop...!!"

"You first!" He countered. "Both looking so cute and pouting."

And to pull a final smile from you, he did the honor of "kissing" it away, bringing his puckered lips to the camera and making kissy noises that earned him more than a grin. Giggles escaped, and you even entertained Freddy by doing it back, only stopping when an abrupt groan came from his end. More laughter ensued, from the both of you, Billy in the background grumbling something about "we share a room, y'know...!" and "...so sappy when we have a world to save..." etcetc.

"(Y/N)...!!"

"Okay...!!" Was your rushed response for your mother before turning back to Freddy and practically whispering, "Bye, Freds, I love you, and I miss you."

"Ahh, don't worry. Just turn on the news and you'll see me."

It wasn't long before you had sluggishly brought yourself from the comfort of your bed and the dopamine of your FaceTime call with Freddy, trudging towards your dining table so you could weakly shove down a meal and finally get that allergy relief your mother held hostage.

"Okay, do these "superheroes" actually save people, or are they here to just cause a scene?"

You looked towards the TV at your father's words, your eyes lighting up as the reporter signaled for her camera to aim at the sky.

"...And we're not fully sure of the intention behind this message, nor if it's specific, but in good nature, I'd like to assume the Philadelphia Fiascos are bidding you all an easy-going, allergy free Spring...!"

The words, created from the sheer speed of Freddy's flying in his superhero form, read 'Get Well Soon <3' while he gave a two finger salute to the camera and anchor woman.

To you.

And you knew that as you did a terrible job of hiding your flattered expression from your family.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

Your eyes remain glued the the blue of the sky, not a cloud in sight yet sill anticipating the appearance of something. But alas, you knew you'd have to wait for later tonight to see anything worth marveling at, fireworks due to go off once the nighttime had set in.

So, instead, you spent the late afternoon of July 4th sitting in the grass, itching away at your legs and waiting for Victor to finish grilling. Hotdogs, steaks, burgers, chicken, you name it! Very American, not that you'd be caught dead celebrating the actual holiday. Today was just a day to get together with loved ones, eat, drink, and light up explosives that were otherwise illegal.

Who cares about-...

What does the fourth celebrate again?

You couldn't remember, still preoccupied with leaning forward in order to scratch at the irritating skin that had been bothering you since you left the house. And nevermind the pollen, allergy relief only able to do so much before you found yourself drawing in shallow breaths to let out a harsh, loud-

"ha-CHOO...!!"

. . .

"Aww-! Noo...!" You whined, the force of your sneeze catapulting your ice cream off of the cone still gripped in your palm. You watched the frozen treat splat into the green of the grass, the color of your flavor a stark contrast as you stared in disbelief.

"Oh-ho-ho, noo..." Freddy cooed at the sore sight, a chuckled lightly mixed in before he went on. "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk..."

Truth be told, you genuinely considered crying, not wanting to hear the less-than-comforting words of your boyfriend beside you, who still had his ice cream perfectly intact.

"I can't even enjoy a barbecue because my body's immune system is trash." You commented.

"Don't say that." Freddy soothed, for real this time, though, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back. "You did good for a while, there. First sneeze all day!"

"Yeah, but I've been itching like crazy! And my eyes keep tearing up. I think it's the grass..."

Freddy nodded in agreement, looking around to see that his family did happen to pick a spot right in the middle of the park field. Granted, the place was growing more populated by the group/family due to tonight's fireworks show hosting, but he'd much rather put your comfort over a summer tradition.

With that in mind, he stood, his crutch in hand as you followed in action, rubbing your eyes in a bad attempt to sooth the irritation until your hand was gently pried away and filled with another cone.

"Here, you take this..." Freddy spoke after handing you his own ice cream for you to eat after the devastating loss of yours.

"Wait, no, you don't have to-"

"-...and I'll go find a spot at a table, for now."

"Freddy..." You tried to interject again, but he wasn't having it. His mind already set and on a mission to achieve maximum allergy relief for his girl.

"Just until the fireworks start, y'know? Plus, I doubt you want bugs all over you when the food's ready."

"I-...That's true."

Though his actions and thoughts were simple, just a mere reaction to your discomfort, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at Freddy's attentiveness. You hadn't gotten used to the way he was always so patient with you, especially about what you were sensitive to, which felt like almost everything a lot of the time. You figured if it was a drag on you, it certainly bothered everyone else around. Hell, growing up, you were the infamous "sick kid" always home with a rumored flu or cold.

And when you were in, you weren't exactly... popular, per se. No one wanted to catch whatever it was you had, when in reality, you didn't have anything at all! Nothing contagious, anyway. Just... really bad, year-round allergies.

You thought it a wonder Freddy was able to ignore such a thing. Not even ignore it, but accommodate for it, which is more than what anyone has ever done for you besides your parents.

. . .

"Thank you." You said, eventually, after a long afternoon of laughing and talking, eating and dancing, family activies, and all of the sneezes, coughs, and lathering of itch cream in between.

Night was here now, and while yes, you two had returned to the grass along with his family in anticipation for the fireworks, your eyes no longer remained fixated on the sky. They stayed on Freddy, admiring all of his features as best you could in the dark and elaborating further when he turned to you in confusion.

"Thank you for not getting sick of me."

"Wh-?! How could I? You don't even have to thank me for that, I- What?" He stammered over his swift words, which was pretty much a norm for him as you chuckled slightly before going on.

"I just mean, like... Sometimes, I'm sick of being sick. And I know I'm not sick. It's just allergies. But no one else really knows that unless I tell them, and even then, I feel like it gets... annoying, almost? For me, yeah, and for other people because I am, essentially, always sick. I can't just... enjoy stuff because I'm always worried about what's gonna make me sneeze the most or what's gonna make my eyes flare up."

There was a pause.

"I know it's really not that deep, but I'm just glad you take the time to understand, you know? And that you're not annoyed by me."

Another pause. Freddy spoke.

"It kinda is that deep, though."

"...What?"

Freddy adjusted himself so that he was fully turned towards you, offering up his full attention in hopes he would gain yours in return.

"I don't want you to feel like you're just your allergies, okay? Like, yeah, you sneeze a lot, but you have the cutest sneezes, so it's not like anyone could possibly be annoyed unless they're morons."

"Freddy..." You cautioned with a knowing smirk, and he gave a gentle, pushing hand of defense.

"Kidding-! Ish. But seriously, I love you for you, (Y/N). For all of the things you like, for the things you do, the things you think and believe. I mean, hello, you literally-!" He came in close, whispering as if he wasn't talking amongst a chattering and unaware crowd.

"...you literally accepted me when I told you about the sha-ha-zam thing."

You giggled at the memory, nodding at his words as you spoke.

"Why wouldn't I? It doesn't make you any less Freddy. You're still my boyfriend, and I love you. Wanna make you comfortable and happy, you know?"

"Exactly!" Freddy agreed. "So you do get it. That's exactly how I feel about you, I mean- What, you think a little pollen-induced snot is gonna keep me from kissing you?"

"Okay, okay, I get it...!"

"Puh-lease, woman." He finished as though he hadn't heard your protest, only dropping the serious act when he saw yours break into an expression of glee.

As you shared the rest of your laughs together, unable to pull away from each other's gazes, the light of the first firework shooting off into the sky lit up your faces. It brought on a romantic swell, a final factor into sharing a sweet kiss as it exploded in the air, the golden colors fading away along with the thought of anything possibly irritating you further this summer evening.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 :

The humidity caused a stuffy feeling all over, a cold sweat thinly lining your person. You ignored it, for now, playing with the edge of the rug you sat atop mindlessly with your gaze fixated on the screen displaying first-person views of blood splattering and gunfire.

"Freds, you said after this last round it'd be my turn."

Billy gave an audible, "Tch." at your huff, smirking down at you from his spot on the sofa-chair while he waited for the loading screen to pass.

"Never seen someone so eager to lose before."

"Shut up...!" you exclaimed, whipping your head around to face him. "That's why you can't even beat Freddy on easy mode."

"The scores say otherwise."

It was now your turn it scoff at his bold claim, snickering while you spoke on semi-behalf of your boyfriend.

"Can't do math either, apparently, 'cause Freddy beat you this round, which means he's won more times than you."

"I'm hyping myself up for the next round, (Y/N). Ever heard of self-encouragement?"

Speak of the handsome devil, he was quick to butt in with his own opinion on the matter, coffee brown eyes still glued to the screen while strengthening his character with extra ammo and inventory.

"I find this argument to be both funny and pointless, seeing as my skills are better than both of yours combined."

"Says who?" Billy laughed in disbelief, his attention now fully towards his brother sprawled across the large, blue beanbag next to him.

"Says me! I'm the one with training from the ultimate game master of this family."

Giggling to yourself, you looked back at him with a start of hilarity he caught in your own (E/C) eyes, already preparing himself for whatever it was you were about to dish.

"Oh, you mean you mean the literal twelve year old?"

Alright, there was no combating that. It was the truth, Eugene proving himself the best video game teacher any one of you had ever met. Which, in your guy's case, was sort of pathetic for a group of teenagers.

But still...

"Okay- Babe, who's side are you on?"

"Mine!" You answered without second thought. "I want a turn, you promised."

"Okay, sure." Freddy shrugged, leaning over to hand you the controller. It barely grazed the pads of your fingers before it was snatched back, the sound coming from the TV an indicator of a new game beginning.

"After this round." Freddy swiftly added, leaving you to toss your head back with a frustrated whine.

"Dude...!"

But before you could scold him on keeping his word, the sound of the front door creaking open caused all of your heads to shift to the right. But alas, there was no need to see who would enter first, the noise enough for all of you to tell it was the two youngest who had arrived, along with Pedro from the walk to the nearby gas station.

"We've brought sustenance...!!"

The video game master himself eventually made his way into the living room, greeting you all with arms full of snacks and drinks to choose from.

"Thanks." Both boys murmured in unison, hardly sparing Eugene a glance with their focus solidly glued to the game. It caused you to roll your eyes and stand, ignoring the rude behavior of both of them as you gently took the food from his grasp and actually made eye contact.

"Thank you, this is sweet."

"It's no problem, but, uh..."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifted behind his glasses towards where the front door was, assuming it was still open as Pedro walked in. He also bore an anxious expression, and it mildly concerned you as you looked back towards Eugene in question.

"It's not a...huge deal or anything, but... aren't you allergic to cats?"

"...Yes?"

And before you could question the random and sudden interest in your bodily weaknesses, a shout grabbed all of your attention.

"Wait, stop, come back...!!"

Little balls of fur came barreling through the house unexpectedly in all directions, their mewls tiny like them, yet so loud as Darla came running in after them

"I can't catch you all...!" She gasped, and followed three that had gone running towards the kitchen.

"You can't just bring home every animal you find while we're out." Eugene chided, following after as Pedro managed to capture two more into his hands before they could get far.

"We couldn't just leave them in a box in the cold."

Eugene shrugged, a lot of truth in Pedro's defense that made it hard to argue against.

"Yeah, but...still..."

Before any of you could fully question the matter, you nearly jumped at another pair of kittens that came running towards you, attempting to walk backwards before they could come any closer until you found yourself tripping over Billy's ankle.

"Oh shi-"

And down you went, falling over his lap and over to Freddy, landing nearly on top of the boy who began to let out unintelligible shouts about his controller and the game and-

"I guess it's a tie, then." Billy commented, not too bummed with the circumstances, seeing as he was losing before he was pleasantly surprised with a bright, orange kitten making itself comfortable in his lap.

"No, no...! Nuh-uh, that doesn't count! Girlfriend interference!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose." You murmured, doing the same as that orange kitten and making yourself comfortable in Freddy's hold. "I was caught off guard, I didn't expect-"

"-They were just kittens." Freddy huffed before you could even finish giving any excuses or apologies for your interruption.

"I'm allergic, you know that!"

"They're this big...!"

He made a gesture with his hands, replicating the size of the kittens to which you completely ignored in favor of dramatics.

"I was attacked!"

A pause loomed over the two of you, staring at each other blankly until a wave of giggles broke the silence, and he was lightly pressing kisses to your temple.

More mewls caught your attention, a small void approaching the two of you and standing on its hind-legs in an attempt to climb up the beanbag.

"Oh my god, it's literally the same size as the controller."

At Freddy's coos, you had to admit that the kitten was very adorable, so itty-bitty while being enclosed in the palms of your boyfriend's hands. Without any thought, your hands outstretched to hold it, it's head whipping towards you in curiosity with its small pink nose and big round eyes, white, wispy whiskers and-

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

A final sneeze never came, the feeling dying in your nose, chest, and throat that served as a reminder that there would be no kitten petting or holding for you. Not with such intense allergies. Not if the foster family were all going to creepliy chorus, "Bless you" at you every single time you sneezed.

"Freddy, I can't stay here, there's too many cats."

Your voice strained as you talked, hands rubbing at your itchy eyes while the hot flash started to increase tenfold.

"But look, he likes you." Freddy cooed further, holding the black cat up to your face as if he were attempting to hypnotize you with the blue of its eyes. And maybe, if your nose hadn't immediately gone stuffy, you'd fall for it.

"She's a girl." Darla corrected, entering the living room with her arms dawning the three kittens that had dashed away from her in the first place.

"But look, she likes you." Freddy repeated as though he hasn't mistaken the gender at all.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't."

Again, your comment was ignored, the boy moving the kitten as close to your face as possible until you were touching noses ever so gently.

"Boop."

"Ha-! Choo!!"

The cat was gone, her entire body squirming oddly until Freddy let go and she landed on all fours, scurrying away from the loud and frightening creature (you) and its thunderous roar (your sneeze).

"Sorry...!" You called after it pointlessly, sighing to yourself in melancholy while Freddy did his best to pick away each and every last strand of cat hair from both of your persons.

"At least you're not deathly allergic." He hummed as he worked, sensing the wave of sadness thay coursed through your body along with your sickly feeling and trying his best to uplift your spirits.

"Nope." You agreed. "Just a stuffed up nose, sneezing and itching, clamminess, watery eyes-"

"Alright, alright, you got me." Freddy smiled in defense. "So you'll never be able to own a cat one day. Big whoop! You know I'd never let you become a cat-lady anyway. That, like, puts you en route to becoming the next Catwoman, and we can't have that."

At this, your head turned, and you were greeted with the sight of each sibling coddling over one or two kittens, Mary having joined the scene upon hearing the commotion from upstairs. Even Billy was indulging, nobody knowing he even had it in him to be babying something. And yet...

"You're just the cutest little creamsicle, aren't you? With your little toe beans..."

'It should've been me pressing those little toe beans...' You thought to yourself, only speaking back up when another sad sigh left your chest and you were back to facing Freddy, playing with his hands loosely as if they were a better substitute.

"It'd be nice to raise one. Just one, without needing to hack up a lung four seconds later."

And of course, your boyfriend was quick to sympathize with you, poking out his own lip as though he were the one suffering and pouting due to uncontrollable allergies. He hated seeing such a dejected look on your face, unable to enjoy something as simple as playing with a bunch of kittens, and with no real way to solve the issue he felt forced to offer up another choice that didn't involve them at all.

"Wanna go outside? We could go to the park, get on the swings and stuff."

"Let me guess," you deadpanned. "You want me to push you so it feels like you're flying?"

"Wha-! No-! I-... No, that is not even the case, you are such- Yes, you little witch, stop reading my mind."

You giggled at his dramatics, taking your time with scooting off of his lap while you dished up theatrics of your own.

"Ah, yes, the park riddled with germ infested kids and play equipment, along with a cool breeze to carry them all into my already weakened body."

"Okay, now you're just being a Negative Nancy." Freddy chided, using his knee to completely bounce you off of him and onto the floor. You'd let this slide, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he stood and grabbed his crutch.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it's better than being trapped in here with... with that."

Pointing out the way Mary was now being cornered by every last kitten in the room, all anyone could do was watch as they all loudly screamed for her attention, jumping up at her and trying to climb up her fleece skirt all because they had caught just the slightest whiff of the food, salmon, she'd brung home from work.

"Oh my god, spare me...!" She laughed nervously. "I can't give you what I've already eaten, please...!"

You shrugged, nodding at the scene which would be one stop short of torture to you.

"Fair enough."

It was a short trip to the front door, yourself the first to try and exit before you both halted in your tracks, a gray and white tabby the only thing blocking you between kitten-induced allergies and freedom. Almost as if on que, it licked its paw clean and you felt a familiar tickle in the back of your nose.

"Darla...!!"

"AH-choo!!"

"...You left one outside!!"

Neither of you were sure if the little girl had actually heard Freddy or not, too focused on the way the kitten began to stumble closer while you took cautious steps back.

"I want peace."

Amusingly monotonous, yet fully serious, the words left you and surprisingly caused it to stop, big, round eyes staring into yours before scuttling past with eager mewls similar to its kin in pursuit of the picked-up scent of salmon (that were still currently jumping Mary).

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

"Are you sure? We can go home if you want."

You shook your head, offering up a shy smile at Freddy's kind suggestion. It hadn't been the first time today, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last, the harsh winter taking a toll on you. Even in the mild warmth and comfort of the public library, the chill of winter still managed to ravage your body, causing you to shuffle further unto your coat and rub up against Freddy's arm whenever you could (which was usually while standing still or sitting).

"I'm okay, just reading along with you."

"You're trembling, (Y/N)."

And with that, he closed the open comic book in his hand, lazily tossing it nowhere near where he found it originally. You stepped back from looking over his shoulder, preparing to follow him towards another section before being taken by surprise when he pulled you into his chest and trapped you in a bear hug.

"Dude, wait-" you tried to warn, but swiftly found it too late when you felt him put the weight of his disabled leg onto you. Now there was officialy no escape. Not from him, or from the prying eyes of the public witnessing the sudden PDA.

"Freddy, stop...!" You whined, the words going muffled against his blue coat. "This is- I'm-..."

"Nobody's even looking." He sassed mildly, and though your slight anxiety told you otherwise, his words proved true as your eyes scanned over what little surroundings you could see. Not a person in sight, though someone could pass by any second...

Before you could point this out, he was rambling to you somewhat quietly, doing his best to heed your playful warning of when you had first agreed to step foot into this library with him.

"Sure, if you can keep your voice down to Darla Is Sleeping levels, we can go in."

"Harhar, you're hilarious."

And yet, despite his sarcasm, he had actually been doing good so far. You'd commend him for it later when you weren't trapped between his biceps.

"You know, what I'm doing right now is - not only super nice because I love you and all - but it's also a part of classic survival techniques. You know, huddling together for warmth so that the human body doesn't catch hypothermia and one freezes to death. Especially when one's immune system is already mildly compromised by allergies. Sound familiar?"

And before you could hit him back with a sarcastic quip or defend yourself with facts of your own, you were sneezing against him and doing your best to apologize between each one.

"Cute." Was his only amused comment.

"No, gross." You corrected, wishing you had been able to cover your mouth.

"Well, yea. But also cute, still."

You scoffed.

"You're telling me you think my allergies are cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute. But, until you're ready to accept that - and the fact that I just wanna help you - I'm not letting go."

He spoke so casually, and as much as it made you want to continue being stubborn and try to pry yourself off of him (or, more accurately, pry him off of you), you couldn't help but be reminded off all the times before where he had taken your allergies into consideration. When he opted to help you, make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Where he'd try and do anything, all sorts of grand gestures, just in the hopes that you'd feel a little better despite the symptoms of your allergies.

All in favor of treating himself, most times. Year-round...

Without further protest upon coming to such a heart-wrenching realization, you gave in, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend willingly and holding him with the need to somehow transfer all of your gratitude to him through feeling. Not really a possible feat, of course, but he knew you very well. So much so that it's almost like he knew of your intentions, swaying side to side as best he could without losing balance and cherishing your embrace.

"Thank you, Freddy."

You had planned to elaborate, like you had one time before, but he cut you off. There was no need.

"Always."

He understood.

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨😗...

long time no see😀...

listen, call it the fanfic writer's curse, call it life, I don't know, but a lot of really fucked shit happened while I was gone and while I am not mentally okay, I'm at a point where the very least I can do is return to my humble roots in hopes of feeling better (or distracting myself): fanfiction😌✋🏽.

nothing ever goes wrong in the land of fandom, especially when you're the one in control of everything (I love being an author😻✨️).

but anyway, yeah, as I try to get my life in order and finally make my way back to this app to do what I love, hopefully some good ol' fashioned sick-fics will up the vibe (also, crazy coinky-dink, I started writing this monthssss ago and during that time, I was sick while writing... well, guess who's currently sick AGAIN as she now finally posts this💀... prolly what I get, though lmao).

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

anon

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

5,493

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

@anon-2019

[atleast8courics]

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Name? Jer. I go by "asshole" sometimes.

Pronouns and gender? He/him, cis+

Sexuality? Pansexual and polyamorous

Country? Tragically American

Top 5 fandoms? Warframe, pro wrestling, DC Comics, D&D (tabletop in general)… zombies? Zombie media? I could just eat it all up.

What is your most forbidden snack? Asbestos looks like the best baklava you'll ever eat in your life. I'm alarmed at myself how quickly I thought of that.

Would you pet a bug? I've had hissing cockroaches all over me and used to have a pet rose-hair tarantula. She scared herself by touching her legs together once.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. Pfffft, this one's always fun. My dad is my brother. That's not some incest thing. He and my mom were never married. He had full custody of me, but let my grandparents adopt me for various insurance reasons I don't much recall because I was 7 and more concerned with bikes and video games. The funniest part about the "my dad is my brother" story? I'm originally from West Virginia.

What does the color blue taste like? A 9 volt battery.

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? I don't think anything will ever compare to the New River Gorge in autumn with the trees in gorgeous shades of red and yellow.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? I jumped off that bridge once. It was a grand time.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? Friend and I saw a movie together, and at the end when we stood up to leave she panicked for her phone… and started looking around for it with her flashlight. The flashlight on her phone. The phone in her hand. That phone.

Hyperfixation song? Deftones - Hexagram

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Worship.

Dream career as a child? I wanted to be a pro wrestler.

Dream career as an adult? I did do the pro wrestling! It paid fuck all and destroyed my body lmao so now I wanna do glass blowing.

Thoughts on cilantro? I've got the soap gene.

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? Nah, but I've been kicked out of plenty of places just because I had my skateboard with me.

What is your cursed food combination? According to some people, the peanut butter I put on my pancakes.

Trans rights? I think trans people should have the right to beat transphobic politicians to death.

I ain't taggin' no one. If you see this and think it sounds like a good way to waste 5-10 minutes, get at it.

[sillysymbol]

ive never seen riverdale but i like to entertain my mom by telling her the wild ass shit that i hear happens on it can you help me by providing me with more True Events That Actually Happen on this show

archie gets attacked by a bear and then has a nightmare where he kills himself. like his sleeping body. in a dream

tabitha tate, a character introduced in season 5 after the timeskip and also new jugheads girlfriend is riverdales guardian angel who can also time travel

jughead fakes his death to get away from his evil prep school

evil boardgame

the farm.

reggies weird possessed truck that talks to him

the rivervale multiverse plot line. rivervale is just riverdale but sadder and weird supernatural shit happens (not the usual weird supernatural shit)

betty serial killer genes. oh yeah and her dad being revealed to be the evil serial killer the blackhood. my favorite thing about it is that the blackhood is known for his green eyes but bettys dad had blue eyes so to make this plot twist work they just made his eyes green for the episode its revealed

the fact that betty had a secret brother but it turns out hes actually not her brother and some other fbi agent is her brother. hes also in love with the fake evil brother

edgar evernever attempting to escape the fbi with a tiny rocket. his belt buckle spells out edgar. i love that so much. edgar is the leader of the farm cult btw

archie bisexuality crisis

the fact that the 50s timeskip even happened. what do you mean cheryl had to use all of her friends combined superpowers to melt a comet and it somehow just put them in the 50s

the evil racist classist british demon, "percival pickens"

the literal devil is shown in the show and its never explained. like twice. once in rivervale and a second time to send percival to hell before he curses riverdale to be destroyed

pops is a holy area where all evil is not allowed

tabitha tries to stop the MLK assassination when she traveled back in time to 1968

no jarchie kiss :(

cheryl and toni are actual soulmates destined to be together in any timeline or universe. some nice doomed yuri you know

jughead carves out a womans tattoo and then just gets beaten to bits to stop veronicas dad from gentrifying the southside of riverdale

betty almost gets lobotomized

thats all i have in me. funy show

[nothorses]

My genetics have cursed me. My mom is 5,2 and my dad is 5 foot even. My older sister is 5,3 and my younger brother is 5,1. Their oldest son (me) is 4,11.... I get carded every time I buy a freaking energy drink and they are shocked to see I'm twenty five. I guess at least I got the hairy gene cause if it wasn't for this beard if be accused of skipping fourth grade :(

I mean- first of all, that's an absolute mood. I'm 5'4'', which is not quite as rough for sure! But I definitely feel how short I am, and I am consistently tied for, if not outright, the shortest in any given group of people. And I once had a grocery store clerk tell me I looked 12.

That said.

Nothing has left me feeling more validated than working with my CT did (mentor teacher for my students teaching): a cis guy who's like 5'6'' max (probably closer to my height tbh but I'm not a good judge), has a higher voice than I do, and is overall fairly scrawny and, in many ways, "feminine". He's an art teacher, even! I can't tell you how many times I've felt out-of-place as a male art teacher.

Except that he's a favorite among the cis male students. They love and respect him, he's the school's track coach, and he's never once had his masculinity questioned (that I've seen). And I mean, that's not to say it doesn't happen- people can be pretty brutal to short men- but he's found his place, and his people, and that's really reassuring. And just working with a cis guy who didn't tower over me was, in and of itself, really fucking affirming.

I wish I could like, beam that feeling directly into your brain somehow. But I can't, so I'll leave you with this:

You are taller than Danny Devito. If you wanted to a be a jockey (guy who rides racehorses), you would be a prime candidate and highly sought-after. Lots of people wish they looked younger, and in time, you'll look more your age anyway. And lots of people will perceive you the way you want them to, even if some others don't.

I know it's rough, and I'm sorry. I know this kind of thing doesn't fix these issues. And I also hope you can find some comfort in these ideas, even if it's temporary.

[invisibleraven]

Stealing each others clothes and peterpatterlina?

Julie Molina was a clothes thief. Always had been. It started when she was young, using her mom's fancy stage outfits for dress-up, then slowly just keeping them as her mom performed less and less. Then it was an oversized shirt of her dad's when she was sad and it felt like a hug when he wasn't there.

It only got worse as she started dating Luke and Reggie. Sure they had quite a few inches on her (curse her lack of height thanks to her Alvarez genes) but she still loved taking their stuff.

Luke's cut offs were a blessing on hot summer days when the AC just wan't cutting it and she needed a confidence boost. Reggie's flannel was a godsend during her period; the fabric soft and worn enough not to irritate her already sensitive body.

And it wasn't like they didn't steal her stuff right back. If she couldn't find her favourite yellow smile sweater, chances were that one of her boyfriends was sporting it. Luke liked snagging her scarves as a replacement for the one he had stolen from his mom when the fabric was too delicate to risk att gigs anymore.

And Reggie decided he liked the way he looked in her skirts-an experiment that both her and Luke found devastating and distracting all at once.

It had been a day like any other, with Luke parsing out the tabs for his latest song, Julie was looking over their bills, and Reggie was putting away the laundry.

Only he held up one of her skirts-a plain pleated black affair that was honestly too big on her and Julie had said time and time again she should relocate, but had yet to do so, as it was something that went with everything and easy enough to wear. Plus it had pockets, and every girl knew to treasure those more than gold.

“Hey Jules?” Reggie asked. “C-could I try this on?”

“My skirt?” she clarified. “Sure if you want to.”

“At least it’s your colour,” Luke snarked earning him Julie stocking her tongue out and Reggie flipping him off.

Reggie went into the bedroom, and Julie could hear him huffing a bit until a sound of joy sounded, meaning he had found the tiny zipper allowing him to make it much easier to put it on. “Need any help?” she asked through the door.

“Depends on the zipper right now,” Reggie replied, but she heard the sound of him pulling it up, and then silence.

“Reg?” Luke joined her outside the door. “You okay babe?”

Reggie hummed in response. “Can we come in?” Another hun, and so they oh so slowly opened the door. Reggie was standing in front of the floor length mirror, just looking at himself.

Julie bit her lip and grabbed hold of Luke who was staring at Reggie with a slack jawed expression. Sure they knew Reggie was pretty but in the skirt he was downright gorgeous.

“It’s so swishy,” Reggie finally remarked, swaying a little.

“It feels even nicer if you shave your legs,” Julie finally choked out, just imagining his mile long legs all pale and smooth.

“Maybe next time,” Reggie mused. He finally turned to them, looking apprehensive. “Do you like it?”

“What we think doesn’t matter,” Julie said. “Only what you feel. But I got one, am a fan.”

“Luke?”

Luke finally stopped looking like he had swallowed his tongue and came over, his hands drifting over the skirt, and growled. “You need to take it off before we do things that will ruin it.”

“Or I can keep it on and we can wash it later?” he asked with a cheeky grin. “As long as Julie is okay with is having fun in her skirt?”

“Your skirt now lindo,” Julie replied with a smirk, pushing him onto the bed.

And maybe they bought him a few of his own after he wouldn’t stop stealing the others of Julie’s that fit. Even if it meant more laundry, they all agreed it was more than with it.