#i’m gonna go broke buying gifts for all of them

[suashii]

sua bb!! how are you!! am here with some flowers and sparkles to brighten up the season!! ✨💐 i hope you’re having a wonderful weekend 🥺

and i am curious!! (again 🤭) if you were to receive/give a gift from/to all your rins, what would it be!! 🥺

hello sweetest sel ! ! running to put your beautiful flowers in a vase to brighten up my room! you came at the perfect time, it’s all rainy today :3 but! let me quench your curiosity by giving you insight to a little gift exchange between me and each of the rins!

sunarin takes me to one of those little stores where you can decorate your own phone case and i get him a matching snorlax beanie + sneakers!

rinnie gets me all the stuff i need for an at-home spa day (goes a lil overboard bc i have lots to choose from lawlz) and i plan a weekend getaway in the countryside — somewhere we can chill and relax in hot springs heh

rindou gets me jewelry — a necklace and earrings set and i get him tickets to see his favorite musician in concert :3

matsuoka gets me a photo album of all the pictures we’ve taken together (puts ‘em in a cute little binder and everything) and i get him a film camera to document our time in australia!

[the-banana-0verlord]

I won’t say (I’m in love) (Idia Shroud X Reader)

Note: Gn reader, maybe ooc, songfic, a bit of a crackfic tbh, go watch the cover by Annapantsu on youtube!

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You picked a white flower from a nearby tree and handed it to Idia. You had invited him on a date on main street. Your smile illuminated the night, making his hair flush pink. As the date got to an end, you kissed his cheek and wished him goodnight.

Idia looked at the statue of the King of the Underworld, remembering the night’s events. Behind him, he heard Ortho approach.

« Nii-san! How was your date?

-It was... fine.

-Your hair’s all pink and you’re heartbeat is irregular. Brother, you’re in love!

-Me? In love? You gotta be kidding.

He sat on a bench, the image of your smile flashing through his mind as he looked to the flower you gifted him.

« If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that No person is worth the aggravation That's ancient history Been there, done that»

Ortho followed his brother as he headed to the dorm, stepping in front of him.

« Who'd you think you're kidding? They’re the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Brother, I can see right through you Nii, you can't conceal it, I know how you're feeling Who you're thinking of.»

Idia pushed his sibling aside.

« No chance! No way! I won't say it, no, no.»

Ortho took his arm and pulled him to the direction from where you left.

« You swoon, you sigh Why deny it?»

With difficulty, The taller boy broke through the grip.

« It's too cliché  I won't say I'm in love.»

He entered the portal room, stroking richly decorated pillar with the tip on his fingers.

« I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out  My head is screaming, "Get a grip, boy!"  Unless you're dying to cry your heart out.»

He tried to enter the Ignihyde portal, but Ortho blocked with his body.

« You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling  Nii, I’m not buying, San, I saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up  When you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad? »

Idia frowned. He was sure to deactivate Ortho for a while when he’ll get to his room, if he gets there.

« No chance! No way! I won't say it, no, no.»

Ortho grabbed his face and forced him to look him in the eyes.

« Give up, give in Check the grin, you're in love.»

Idia saw it as an opening and bolted through the mirror.

« This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love.»

He erupted in the lounge, his students staring at him with surprise. Ortho followed soon after.

« You're doing flips, read our lips You're in love!»

At this point, the whole dorm knew about Idia’s crush on you. One of them opened the pink DEL light option. The boy yelped at the change of atmosphere.

« You're way off base I won't say it (she won't say it loud, his dormmates chanted.) Get off my case! (Sha-la) I won't say it (ooh)»

The Ignihyde students grouped behind Ortho, a light show coming from everywhere backing them up.

« Nii, don't be proud It's okay, you're in love.»

Idia opened his room door, falling over on his bed, clutching the white flower.

« Oh-oh, oh-oh At least out loud I won't say I'm in love...»

(chu-ru, chu-ru, chu-ru, chu-ru) (Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ahh...)

[divinemare]

⊹₊ ⋆ 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 ⋆₊ ⊹

┊⁀➷ nyx archeron x oc

┊part eleven

part ten

little note: omg we’re coming close to the end! i think there’s gonna be 3 more parts. i’m sorry if this one feels very small, but i’m saving the best for the end!

☁︎·̩͙✧

Time was running out for Demetria and Selah, and both females were growing increasingly desperate about it. Specially the one with the awful marriage arrangement putting the robe tightly on her neck.

The company of Elliot, as incredible as it might sound, had been live-saving for her. For almost a week, the male had done everything he could to stay in the Spring Court with her. The familiarity of the company the only reassurance she had.

Until it was in inevitable for him to leave, and now, she found herself all alone again.

“Never.”

Well, not so alone.

Nyx had been in her head day and night. Quite literally. He took every opportunity he could to send images of home through with his daementi powers. Saying small sentences, sometimes even only a word, to remind her that she, in fact, was not, and never would be alone. To remind her of the people that were waiting for her back home. Remind her that she had now a mate to come back to, a mate that was waiting for her right now, that had been waiting for her all her life. A mate that had always been right beside her, even if they had tried to get away from each other every time they could.

Now distance hurt, more than anything.

✧₊˚.

Nyx was losing his mind.

He remembered a time when he was a little kid when Demetria, pissed because he had played her a prank, broke his favorite toy, which had been a very special gift from his uncle Azriel. He had been so angry he started chasing her with a blast of fire until their mothers intervened and grounded them both. He thought he would never want to chase someone with a blast of fire as much as he had wanted with her back then, as stupid and childish as it sounded, but he had been wrong. Very, very wrong. He now wanted to chase Abraxas with a blast of fire and stomp on his ashes more than anything he had ever wanted.

He was in desperate need of a distraction, something to take his mind off of how much he missed Demetria’s touch, and how primarily angry it made him to think that Abraxas now believed himself owner of her touch, owner of her.

For the first time in days, Nyx gathered the willpower to get out of his room, and while he went down the stairs, hushed whispers called his attention.

He couldn’t make what was being said behind his father’s studio doors, but he did recognized the desperate sigh of frustration of his little sister, and immediately turned the knob without knocking first.

“Is everything alright?” His surprise only intensified when he saw his parents and sister reunited around the table with nervous faces.

He gave a step into the room, and immediately noticed the way his mother slightly tensed.

“Son, we should go out for a fly, it’s been a long time since we did,” his father tried to put the most convincing smile he could, but Nyx was not buying the attempt of distraction, on the contrary, it made him even more curious.

“What are you all trying to hide?”

“Nyx, baby, we didn’t wanted to hide anything from you,” Feyre gave a step towards her son, allowing him to have a look at the oak table and the four envelopes in it.

High Lady Feyre. High Lord Rhysand. Nyx. Asterin.

“What’s that?” Quickly enough, Nyx was able to grab the envelope with his name before anyone could stop him, and opened it with a growing bad feeling on his chest.

It was a fucking wedding invitation. Demetria’s fucking wedding invitation.

“Nyx…” he heard his mother’s distant voice, but couldn’t seem to react to the worry in it.

“Son,” when Rhysand came closer and put a hand on Nyx’s shoulder, the young male realized he was wrapped in angry clouds of darkness, night poured from him like something threatening to swallow him whole.

The parchment in his hands was nothing but a crumble in his fist, his heart was racing so fast he knew his family could hear it, Nyx was trying hard to breath deeply, but he just couldn’t.

“Nyx…” a soft, soothing voice entered his mind, waking up some reason in him. “Nyx…” Demetria called for him again.

In his anger, he hadn’t realized that Demetria could probably feel his outburst of emotions through the bond, as weak as it still was, since she hadn’t yet accepted it officially, they knew they were connected, they had always been, somehow.

Her voice, the picture of her gorgeous eyes on his mind, and the ghost of the feeling of her hands caressing his cheek brought him finally back.

The darkness around him scattered away, and his face composed again as he stared at his parents worried eyes.

“If you don’t mind, dad, I would like to go on that flight by myself,” Nyx managed to speak in a calm voice.

Rhysand said nothing, only nodded with understanding to his son and took his mate’s hand to keep her from stoping Nyx from storming out of the studio.

Feyre might not understand fully how her son was feeling, but Rhys did. He sighed heavily ones the door was closed, remembering how darkness had too swallowed him centuries ago when his own mate was about to get married to another man.

With one look, he reminded that to his High Lady, and Feyre too sighed in understanding.

✧₊˚.

Nyx had needed to get away from everything to clear his mind, so naturally he found himself flying towards the cliff where Demetria last saved him from stupidity.

Only to find the terribly unpleasant surprise of his cousin Elliot waiting there. How the fuck had he gotten there in the first place?

“Thank the Mother, my ass was beginning to feel numb waiting for you here,” the snowflakes in the male’s brown shoulder-length hair fell as he stood up from a rock, gritting his teeth because of the cold.

“And why on earth would you be waiting for me? Here, specifically?” Nyx crossed his arms, lifting a dark eyebrow with hidden annoyance.

“Because Dem told me to. She said you would come up here once you found out about the invitations, and, unsurprisingly, she was right.”

Hearing Demetria’s name made his heart beat a little faster, and a tickling sensation to rise up in his body. Nyx uncrossed his arms and gave a step closer to his cousin, his face stern and demanding.

“Explain.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t do well under pressure, so you’ll have to change all that soon-to-be-lord-of-darkness-and-death tone. Because it makes me very nervous,” with a swift movement of his hand, Elliot brushed his hair passed his shoulder, while Nyx had to really, really clench his jaw in search of some patience.

“Elliot…” his cousin’s name came out like a warning with clenched teeth.

Nyx was not usually of the angry type to lose his patience in an explosive way, his sister usually was in charge of that, while he was most collected and calm and preferred to treat everything in life as a joke and nothing really seriously. But those past few weeks had altered him completely, and anger was now the only thing he seemed to be feeling.

“Yeah, ok,” the youngest of the males rolled his eyes and gave a big sigh, his russet eyes turning a little bit more serious than Nyx would’ve wanted. “Dem said you’ll be here, she sent me to wait for you because she knew you were going to lose it, and by the looks of it, cousin, you are losing it.”

“Go to the point, Elliot,” Nyx was having trouble not to clench his jaw, but kept it in him as best as he could.

“She has a plan.”

Now those were some words that distracted the anger.

“What?” He uncrossed his arms and blinked several times, a racing adrenaline feeling starting to kick in.

“She has a plan. A really good one for that matter. And she needs your help.”

Nyx took a deep breath in, chin lifting up while his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

“What does she need me to do.”

[the-roo-too]

candy -> lily jin morrow ver.

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- you listen to her banter about the most random things, be it music or books. she sometimes stops middle sentence and glances at you to see if you’re listening :(( and when she sees she has all your attentions she just goes 🤭🤭🤭

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- lily likes your eyes. sappy remarks about how pretty are your eyes and how much she loves them? yes :((

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- you on her side while she hogs you to her chest. it’s like having a bear wrapped around you

dates (what’s her ideal date)- lily will 100% make you listen to taylor swift while eating ice cream. she also definitely tells you all the little details and references

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- very verbal, lily thinks communication is the most important thing. you can mostly tell what she’s feeling based on the little noises she likes to make

family (does she want one)- yes, but she doesn’t need one. if you don’t want to start a family, she’s not pushing you into anything. but she’d like to have a mini lily or mini you <3

gifts (what about gift giving)- she doesn’t really care tbh, like it’s v nice if you give her something every once in a while but she prefers gestures over gifts. expect her to go all out on valentines tho! she’s gonna buy you a big ass bouquet and serenade her love <33

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- she loves to! when you’re walking together she physically needs to have skin to skin contact with you :((( that assures her you’re still there with her and nothing bad happened

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt?)- unexpectedly, she’s really calm about it. if it’s a minor thing, lily will just help you herself and give you a smooch afterwards. if something more major happened, like you broke something, she’s gonna be nursing you back to health with cuddles after you come back from the doctor

jokes (does she like to joke around)- i’m sorry but lily is a loser with bad pick up lines 😭 bonus points for her because she tries to make up most of them

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- loud smooches on your cheek, bonus points if someone is around. she just wants to show you her love mwah <33

love (what’s her love language)- lily sings to you. that’s it. you passed a hard exam? she’s gonna perform one-man-musical to you. failed the exam? she’s gonna perform sad songs to cheer you up

memory (what’s favorite memory together)- your first date! she was so nervous but her members made her go and she had so much fun :((( poor baby was stuttering but when she saw how nervous you were she kinda calmed down and everything went great

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- lily’s a calm sleeper in the sense that she doesn’t move that much. she could go to sleep on her back with you on her side, and you wake up curled somewhere between her legs while she hasn’t moved 🥲

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- she’s a book nerd. you could be sitting and drinking your tea and she bursts in, saying the author you once mentioned 7 months ago that you said had one book very cool just dropped another book that she read is very similar to the one you liked and she ordered it for you and would you like to read it with her when it arrives

pet names (what does she like to call you)- baby, my love, cutie, prettiest <33 she likes the very cute nicknames :(( pls call tell her every day she’s lovely

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- i think lily would love it if you sang with her. doesn’t matter what song but hearing her voice with yours brings her so much happiness

rush (does she rush into things)- lily takes her time with more important stuff like moving together, but small spontaneous acts of love are normal with her

secrets (how open is she with you)- secrets on special occasions, like birthdays. other than that, you know everything, including all the idol drama she hears

time (how long did it take her to confess)- a loser at heart, she wouldn’t confess if sullyoon didn’t accidentally talk her out to you yoona likes to remind her she’s the reason lily and you are together

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she’s a little slow sometimes so she might not even notice she made you upset. if you got sad at someone else, she’s throwing hands, shoes, wigs and all that. if she’s the cause of your bad moon, she probably makes you some hot tea and brings it to you with the biggest pout ever

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- of course she’s cautious, but once she gets the green light from her manager to come out, nothing will stop her.

warrior (how often do you fight)- you fight only if the problem is coming from her to be honest. if you’re the one that was mad, she already talked it all out calmly. but on the rare occasions she gets angry, oh boy

x-ray (how well can she read you)- the glasses must give her some superpowers because she can read you like an open book; both your body language and your expressions

yes (how would she propose)- lily is a poor little romantic at heart, she’d get all the girls to help her. someone would keep you busy and lead you to the exact restaurant she took you to on your first date, where she would be already waiting. i feel like she’d also write you a song to propose

zen (what makes her feel calm)- laying with you with her hand rubbing your tummy :(( something about that just makes her feel so safe and comfy, you’re her personal teddy bear

part of [the fluff series]

[tzyuki]

[ 성훈 ] BLOWING UP MY HEART ꒰ P.SH x F!READER

016. L party | smau + written (625 wrds)

IN WHICH ?! — Y/n falls down a flight of stairs, breaking her leg. The first thing she does is blow up her friends phone hoping she’d come and find her but fails to notice she accidentally texts an old groupchat with Ahn Seongmin, Huh Yunjin, Hirota Maki, Wang Nicholas, Kim Minji and Park Sunghoon, her ex boyfriend. The friend group broke in half after the two had broken up, sides were made and promises were broken.

“Do we actually have to go to the party?” Y/n groaned, “No one’s gonna miss us.” Y/n was batting her eyelashes as she looked at Sunghoon. “Y/n-ah, flirting with Sunghoon isn’t gonna make him change his mind.” Seongmin said.

“Sorry, Y/n. I promise we can open gifts after, we’ll only be there for a few and then leave to get the kids back home.” Sunghoon sheepishly smiled.

“The kids?”

“Well— how else do you wanna describe Riki, Hanni, Maki, and Dani?” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right.” Nicho muttered. “I’m always right, Nicho.” Hoon sighed and patted Nicholas back as the group were about to walk into the party.

“Let’s go.” Sunghoon said, walking ahead of everyone as if he was the lead actor in a movie. “Who does he think he is?” Minji chuckled. The rest followed him.

“Hi guys! You made it!” Sujin greeted the group. Yun Eunju standing by her side looking down at the floor. “Say hi to our guests, Eunju!” Sujin said. “H-Hi guys.” She stuttered.

“Hey, thanks for the invite.” Sunghoon awkwardly smiled, “Of course!” Sujin smiled and waved as the group walked off.

“I invited Sunghoon, not Y/n.” Her smile dropped. “You should drop this, Sujin…It’s been years and you’re still obsessed?” Eunju said in a questioning tone.

“Don’t tell me what to do, he’s the one for me— I just know it.”

“Whatever you say, just don’t get me caught up in your shit again.” Eunjin scoffed and walked away.

“God, she’s so annoying.” Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Who, Sujin?” Nicholas asked. “Who else?” Y/n said, “She’s been on my back for years.”

—

“Oooh! Finally!” Y/n clapped her hands as she sat down in front of her gifts in a circle with her friends. “Riki, you go first. You’re the youngest.” Jay said, “We’ll go from youngest to oldest.”

Heeseung groaned. “I hate being the oldest.”

Y/n enjoyed this, she enjoyed hanging with her friends for the holidays. She missed this, missed hanging out with them. Missed Minji, Nicholas, and Sunghoon.

Happier now that she’s got a bunch of new friends to spend more time with.

“That one’s mine!” Y/n said, Sunghoon holding the small box. “Better be good.” He teased, unwrapping it. Pulling a charm bracelet out.

“A charm bracelet, with charms and meanings.”

“A rose, for La Vie En Rose.” Y/n giggled, “I know how much you love izone.” She said, Sunghoon is going through the other charms. “Skates, for ice skating. A camera, for photography. A shooting star, for— that night.”

That night.

Sunghoon remembers it perfectly. The night the two saw a shooting star, wishing a happy future for the two.

“Hopefully it’ll come true eventually.” Y/n smiled, “In the future I’ll buy more for you.”

“Ew— I feel like I shouldn’t be here.” Riki interrupted the moment. “Don’t worry guys, I got us all matching charm bracelets— with a single charm, a little cheer cone because we met each other during the pep rally.” Y/n pulled out a bag and handed out charm bracelets to everyone.

“You know how to make people cry, Y/n.” Yunjin said as she started crying.

“You’re so dramatic, Yunjin.” Y/n chuckled and then her face dropped as she saw everyone wiping their face. “No, this is really sweet and sad, Y/n.” Sunghoon sniffed.

“YOU EVEN HAVE SUNGHOON CRYING.” Minji said in between her sobs. “I love you.” Minji said as she tackled Y/n with a hug, soon everyone did as well.

“I’m committed to this friendship, you guys should be too.” Y/n muffled.

“Next year we should do secret santa. I’m kinda broke.” Y/n said.

Next year.

Hoon smiled.

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EJ NOTE 💭 i RLLLYYY hate the read more glitch so i’m sorry that there’s no cut 😭 but oh em gee!! y/n so cute, she’s the best bff ever

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[stannyramirez]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟎𝟑𝟎𝟏

❝Y'all know I don't like to cuss, but what in the hell is this horseshit I'm looking at right now?❞ ❝I can’t believe y’all let him pull this Hot Wheels mess.❞ ❝Money ain’t everything, baby.❞ ❝You think I’d just live with it, what you done to my family?❞ ❝Admit it, you can’t stay out of the spotlight.❞ ❝You better believe I’m gonna be fishin’ and sippin’.❞ ❝I had a fucking thing planned!❞ ❝Take it like a man, if you can.❞ ❝Sugar cookies ain’t real, bitch! That’s a detail I made up to sniff out the rat.❞ ❝You’re the only one I told sugar cooks to, you fucking snitch.❞ ❝Dammit, you brought me all the way to Florida just to fire me?❞ ❝When your family asks you how you broke your nose, tell them it was a kite surfing accident.❞ ❝I’m tired. Cut me some friggin’ slack.❞ ❝No smut, no lust, no coconuts.❞ ❝Hopefully, maybe you could help out, seeing as how I do every other goddamn thing around here lately.❞ ❝Man, shut the fuck up, you ain’t the boss of us.❞ ❝I’m the main decider.❞ ❝Well, I’m glad that truck drivers won’t be able to buy dick pills anymore.❞ ❝Unfortunately, I have some not-so-peaceful news.❞ ❝You’re colder than a fucking ice cube shoved up a polar bear’s asshole.❞ ❝Maybe if y’all stopped henpecking at one another and started trying to fix what isn’t working, you wouldn’t be in this situation.❞ ❝Bunch of rednecks, racing around, seeing who can go nowhere fastest.❞ ❝Somebody’s been acting mysterious.❞ ❝We’re young and up to the task, dude.❞ ❝I don’t feel the love in this current configuration.❞ ❝Not a damn one of you looking as fine as me.❞ ❝Come on. My car at home is fast as fuck. How can this be any different?❞ ❝Do the gas! Do the gas, boy!❞ ❝That’s embarrassing, dude.❞ ❝I guess I lived longer than I thought, and I still have a little more to say.❞ ❝You got a lot of nerve coming here.❞ ❝Figures you have to pay money to get a little face time.❞ ❝I wish I had some traumatic event that happened to me that I can exploit and make people like me.❞ ❝I mean, my origin story sucks compared to yours.❞ ❝Baby, that energy makes you look desperate.❞ ❝Look, baby, I know you’re upset, but please don’t take it out on me, okay?❞ ❝What if we’re not Leno? What if we’re just Conan?❞ ❝God dang, why do you gotta kick my gift horse in the mouth right now?❞ ❝Why are you reading stuff into things?❞ ❝Don’t emotionally disappoint me now.❞ ❝Goddamn, what the hell are you cooking out there?❞ ❝The smoke was green from some of the butt plugs, and it smelled like pool toys.❞ ❝Get a little rest, and get you a Coke or whatever.❞ ❝Being bad like some bitch in an ‘80s movie.❞ ❝And now it’s time to nut up, because road head is road head. That’s just the rules of tour, okay? We can’t be bringing this shit home.❞ ❝You’re just going to have to suffer through the pain.❞ ❝Y’all a bunch of dirtbags!❞ ❝I’m trying to tell you, you fucking dork...❞ ❝Yeah, enchante, motherfucker.❞ ❝You come back here again, I’ll send your ass straight to hell!❞ ❝As main decider, the motherfucker is fired.❞ ❝Sugar Ray-looking motherfucker.❞ ❝Get the fuck out of here.❞ ❝You think we can handle this kind of scandalous bullshit right now?❞ ❝Like you ain’t done your fair share of illicit shit.❞ ❝What the fuck are you even here for anyway?❞ ❝You got more piss and vinegar than you did when you were begging for help.❞ ❝After all this time, why should I help you?❞

[walker-extended-universe]

Well-Earned Rewards

Relationship(s): Cassie Perez & Cordell Walker, Larry James & Cordell Walker

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Crochet, Crafts, Gift Giving, Surprises, Backstory, Teasing

Summary: After a tough case, Cordell gifts Cassie with a hand-made blanket and a not-so-kept secret

A/N: Just a cute little things I wrote in between working on heavier fics. I hope you like it!

Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cassie stared at the blinking cursor on her currently blank report form. After spending almost a month on this intense case, her brain felt both too full of information on in and completely devoid of any understanding of what had happened while she was working it. She’d almost called in sick that morning just to give herself time to decompress but she’d already done that yesterday and James wasn’t going to give her a break on the paperwork. At least he wasn’t going to put them on a case anytime soon.

“Morning, Cassie.” Walker plopped in his seat, setting a tote bag down next to him while he booted up his computer. “Missed you yesterday.”

“Yeah.” Cassie sighed. “Needed a little time to process that case. I mean, I knew cartels were crazy but….”

He nodded. “Yeah, it was pretty intense, especially for your first case like that. You definitely earned that day off. And speaking of earning-” He reached into his tote bag and presented her with a neatly folded blanket. “To celebrate your hard work on this case. We really couldn’t’ve done it without you.”

Cassie gasped and took the blanket. The soft yarn pillowed in her hands and she ran her hands lightly over the circular pattern. “Walker…. You really didn’t have to get me anything…”

He shrugged. “Like I said, you earned it.”

“Well, I know what I’m cuddling with tonight.” Cassie set the blanket near her bag. “Where’d you buy it?”

“I didn’t. I made it.”

Cassie’s pretty sure her brain managed to short circuit despite already being in a non-functioning state. “You…made it?”

Walker nodded. “Yeah. I worked on it during our off time during the case. Well, technically I started it a little beforehand but still.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m just- You made that. You just… crocheted a blanket? During our off time?”

He chuckled. “What? You think because I’m a six-foot-four Texas Ranger with a cowboy for a dad that I can’t do yarn-based crafting? That’s awfully biased and stereotyping of you.”

“Well, no, that’s not- I’m just surprised is all. I figured if you ever made me something it’d be some woodworking or metal….”

His chuckle turned into an outright belly laugh. “Cassie, I can’t use a hammer to save my life. I barely built the rocking chairs on my porch with August’s help and I broke two of my fingers in the process. And I’m not gonna be messing around with an open flame with my luck so if you’re asking for a welding project, ask my dad.”

“Okay, that’s…fair. But still. I didn’t expect…crochet. There’s gotta be a story there. What, were you a Mama’s Boy growing up?”

“She wishes,” he muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck.  “No. Just- I had a bit of a wild child streak in my teen years. A lot was going on and…. I went a little off the rails. I actually almost got arrested once- which is a story I won’t tell unless I’m at least five beers and one whiskey deep so you’re buying- and after that Mom and Dad figured I could use something more…productive to focus my energy on. Dad put me to work more on the ranch. Mama introduced me to crochet. I had a knack for it and it was…relaxing. So I just kept at it and it kind of became my go-to destresser.”

Cassie nodded. “I get that. That’s what dance was for me and my brother when we were younger….” 

She sat up a little straighter and made her face as serious as possible. “Now, what was this about a delinquency on your record, Ranger Walker?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. Five beers and a whiskey. That’s the cost.”

“You do know I could just as Geri-”

“No, you can’t! She won’t tell the story right!”

Cassie started to laugh but it petered off when she saw James enter the bullpen. “I see my two finest rangers are hard at work.”

“Oh, Cap!” Walke reached into his tote again, this time pulling out a sweater. “For you.”

James smiled and took the sweater. “You really are talented with a needle. Now, if you could apply the same dedication to your paperwork….”

Walker reached his hand up. “I can take the sweater back.”

James clutched it to his chest. “Just turn it in when you’re ready. Preferably sometime this week.”

“Sure thing, Cap.”

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LO RANT:

I’m gonna say this cause I’ve been seeing a lot of Minthe edits and finally understanding more and more of her perspective. Persephone is a homewrecker, absolute homewrecker and if this was anyone else the fans would’ve thrown a tantrum because why is it Persephone can get away with knowingly accepting affection, gifts, money, clothes, and even a phone from Hades but Minthe is shamed for also receiving things such as that.

It’s just so annoying and incredibly incompetent to me how they literally do the same things all the damn time yet everyone loves Persephone. Me personally, I hate her with all of my heart I truly believe that she’s very malicious and self serving at the end of the day. She reminds me of those villains targeting old lonely vulnerable rich men all for their money while trying to mask their behavior behind a sweet innocent character…. Oh wait. She’s literally doing just that, like always she’s doing shit like that. She literally took money out of Hades’ account for an apartment without even asking, yes you can argue that they discussed about Persephone moving out but that doesn’t just give someone the okay to take their money and run with it to buy stuff you want. She’s always being a huge extreme brat and it really makes me feel like Demeter is a victim of her damn behavior (I’ve always thought this but it just gives me more reason for it now) because how the hell are you going to get upset at your mother for coddling you when you accept and even welcome being babied by everyone around you. This whole independency thing falls through the floor when you realize that Persephone doesn’t want any independence, all she wants is to be able to get away with things she does and obviously Demeter was more strict with her (unlike Hades) so she couldn’t necessarily do anything without being watched.

I genuinely feel for Minthe, not her actions but her mental state had to be breaking apart with every single day and those two assholes just made it worse. Persephone was always aware that Minthe and Hades were together yet she still allowed herself to be seen publicly with him, she allowed him to get physical, and she didn’t mind kissing him right after they broke up. She was obviously waiting for them to break up to do more bold moves just to spite Minthe and she didn’t even care about how she would feel. I get that you’re jealous that Hades is giving his money away to someone who wasn’t you but that doesn’t mean that you could basically start seeing him and playing fucking house right in the office that she works in. That’s trifling as fuck and I’d be pissed too because not only are you embarrassing me in front of Persephone by showing her that I’m not worth any dignity or respect but you’re embarrassing me in my own workplace as well, you just know that the assistants and other staff members were spreading it around like wild fire and that had to be so stressful to deal with.

Speaking of that actually, fuck Persephone for that because she keeps whining and crying about how rumors made everyone at her college not want to speak with her yet she’s completely fine with doing things that actively ruin Minthe’s reputation and make her a spectacle for everyone to see. That’s one of the main reasons why I don’t feel any sympathy for her and I don’t see why so many people are so keen on protecting her, she’s really not shit and she’s genuinely a terrible person and we all know that if she were a real person no one would like her at all. At least Minthe had a reason for asking Hades for money, she literally only had him to rely on since he insisted on paying for everything and giving her a job, there was an obvious dependency on Hades that he started his damn self (which I have no idea why he thought trapping Minthe into this relationship she never even wanted in the first place would ensure not only a good relationship but a good marriage as well, like you made her lose her job which was the only thing keeping her from getting evicted and he knew it, his job was the only thing keeping her afloat and knowing Hades I just know he paid for the rent by himself cause that’s just how he is, he did the same with Persephone when they went shopping he insisted on buying things for her and spending money, it’s not insane to think that he did the same thing with Minthe’s apartment and her bills) what’s Persephone’s excuse of sticking around Hades and receiving money and gifts from him? She’s incredibly privileged and the heiress to a whole company if she wanted to actually be independent and get a job of her own she could’ve. She’s not like Minthe, she has lots of powerful connections whereas Minthe only had Hades, so she just enjoys being spoiled and she chooses to use only Hades’ money for the things she wants.

Last thing, but I find it incredibly telling that Hades was never truly there for Minthe emotionally. He only wanted to be there when he wanted something from her, never not once did he stand up for her or show her off half as much as he does with Persephone. He’s loud and open about his relationship with her while we barely even see praise coming from Hades and Minthe, it was almost as if he was embarrassed to be with her similar to what the comic wanted us to think with Minthe’s introduction. He listened to Hera bag on his girlfriend even before Persephone was in the picture for probably centuries and never did he ever say anything about it. He’s fucking friends with her! He’s friends and completely fine with everyone who has ever said something bad about Minthe and he doesn’t even care about all the things they said about her. And you expect me to be on their side? After everything you’ve shown us, I’m supposed to be happy that HxP are the only people getting happy endings and no one else that they screwed over to get there? Absolutely the fuck not.

That’s the end of this rant, I’m tired and incredibly irritated with the main couple they make me want to eat my own scalp. It’s so annoying how everyone lets them get away with anything yet Minthe and her fans are just evil for even having a shred of sympathy for her, like y’all stan a murderer and a slave owner. There’s no right choices.

[the-tiktok-rogue]

healthy relationships vs unhealthy relationships short fic

Jay and Tim were living together, they’d managed to beat Alex and move away together, it was all over, they’d been going to couples therapy since Alex’s death but there was still scars from all they’d been through together, they’d cried laughed and kissed each other, and it had brought them closer together.

one day Jay came back home from buying groceries, and was stacking the fridge, Tim asked casually, “hey did you get the milk” and Jay started to shudder shaking.

“hey what’s wrong?” Tim asked worried “sorry sorry it’s just…trauma from my ex boyfriend.”

“Alex?”

“Jay hun, you know that i’ll never shout at you for forgetting, we’ve both had memory problems in the past anyway”

“I know I know I just…i’m not used to dating someone who doesn’t get like agressive with me over tiny things and guilt trips me”

Jay remembered when him and Alex temporarily dated back in the summer of 2010, even before figuring out that Alex was planning to kill him for having the sickness Alex had guilt tripped him into dating him because of his loss for Amy.

Alex had guilt tripped Jay for having other friends, wanted him for himself, and bought jays love so he’d stay with him, then ghosted him for months only to love bomb him way later.

One time they went to rosswood park and Alex pinned him to a tree and started kissing Jays neck, when Jay said he wasn’t comfortable doing anything in a public park Alex had slapped him to the ground and spat on him.

Every time Alex abused Jay he’d buy his love with gifts chocolates whatever, but never apologised, it wasn’t until Alex pulled a gun on him and Jessica, had Jay finally broke it off.

Meanwhile Tim was a knight in shining armour, he’d talked with jay about boundaries, took it slow with sex and actually been attentive and communicative, he didn’t buy his love but he did spend quality time with Jay and showed he cared, it had took a while for Jay to open up to Tim because of the abuse he’d faced from Alex but Tim was patient.

When Jay had cried from a nightmare of Alex threatening to kill himself on the railway tracks, Tim had cuddled him and made him know he was okay, he wasn’t ever gonna be hurt again, Tim promised.

[thebestofoneshots]

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hello! first of all, congratulations for 400 followers (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧

personality: i would say i am pretty quiet and introverted for the most part, but i can get pretty loud and outgoing if i am around the right people or of i am comfortable enough. i am somewhat of a people pleaser, but recently gotten tired of people lowkey stepping all over me so i get described as 'cold' sometimes. i am open-minded, and am willing to try anything as long as it is in my realm of comfort. i can be pretty annoying at times with my sarcasm and dark humor- i am also the type of person to talk things out when i notice something off. gift giving is also something i am known for, whether it be handwritten letters or buying flowers, i love spoiling people. i can also come off as blunt sometimes, and am fairly resourceful and ambitious. once i set my mind on something, nothing can stop me until i do it. my mbti is intp-t, if that helps with anything. as well as being a libra, my rising sign is cancer, and my moon is scorpio.

appearance: a pathetic stature of 5'4, but i always always wear either heels or chunky platforms 😭 i am pretty lanky(curse you asian genetics). my original hair color is black, but i dyed it a bambi brown, planning on going blonde soon because i hate how black hair looks on my complexion. i have really dark brown eyes and have somewhat sharp features.

hobbies + things about me: i am a psychology student. i love reading, but if i am not reading i am doing anything that has to do with art in a way. i write occasionally, only letters to friends and loved ones, and wrote few love letters here and there. i am also a cosplayer. i pretty much live in thrift stores at this point. i am currently learning sewing and hair cutting(?) because of cosplay stuff(it's an expensive hobby, okay? 😭). i also paint alot, mostly with watercolours and as gifts to friends and crushes. my aesthetic is basically the rockstar gf aesthetic, i live, breathe, eat in black clothes and eyeliner. i also do makeup alot, both on myself and other people. i do my family members' makeup for events and such, and my classmates literally line up so i can do makeup on them during lunch break. that also applies to hair. i love love love flowers, i would own a garden if i wasn't broke and lazy. i love making tiny trinkets out of paper or clay. currently learning how to play the guitar. lastly, i am a polyamorous pansexual demigirl.

once again, congratulations for 400 followers! and i am looking forward to reading more of your works. hope you have a lovely day/night. (ง ˙˘˙ )ว

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I'm not gonna lie, this was hard. I just... I wanted to ship you with so many people; it was a bit of a struggle. (For real, even as I’m writing it, I'm second-guessing myself whether my choice was right.) But I ship you with Sirius, Remus, and James.

Sirius was the first one to fall for you. It all started at a Halloween party. You decided to go all out for your costume and really worked on all of the details to make it perfect. Sirius was completely hypnotized as he saw you prepare every single piece to a tee, and he wanted his costume to be as good as yours, so he asked you for help.

He even wanted you to do his makeup for the party. You sort of agreed. Secretly, having been dying to put makeup on the boy for a while – he just had such a pretty face. As you were doing his makeup and leaning so close to him, he started noticing you a bit more. When he saw you with a leather jacket, he was done for. You were just... perfect.

Sirius didn't tell anyone about his crush at first. It wasn’t until Moony realized something was off that he spilled the beans. By then, Remus had become pretty close to you. One, because Sirius was around you all the time, and two, because he thought you were very funny. There was something about your dark humor –always making fun of misery, including your own– that just made him laugh, and laugh and laugh, over and over. He thought you were absolutely hilarious, and for that, a total pleasure to be around. But he also liked how the two of you could hang out together without talking, just quietly reading a book side by side in the common room.

“I think we both have a crush on the same girl,” he told his friend in a serious tone. “What are we gonna do about it?”

“Let’s just both date her, at the same time,” Sirius said as a joke.

But Remus actually thought about it. “Hold up! It’s not such a terrible idea, if she wants to, of course…”

Lo and behold, the next day, you had two boys confessing their love for you, at the same time, and proposing something you had only considered in dreams, and in some interesting books you’d stolen from the restricted section of the library. You didn’t even think twice; you told them you’d try.

Since you were spending so much time with the boys, either chilling or making out in their room, you just naturally grew closer to their friends. One day, when you went to visit the boys, you found James in their room, playing the guitar. You were absolutely enthralled by it and asked him if he could teach you. James, being James, said yes, and you started your lessons together. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you’d meet in their room, and you’d go through the chords. At first, it was a little hard, but eventually, with James’ patience and Remus' encouragement, it became a lot easier. Even if Sirius was always demanding your attention after the classes, he claimed you spent way too much time with James.

And that’s how you started to feel guilty because even when you had the most perfect boyfriends, you felt like you were being greedy by falling in love with their friend. Remus was the one to notice something was wrong – Remus always notices. He realized when you prepared your Christmas present, a watercolor piece for each of your friends. But you had spent so much time on James’ piece, so much more than you’d spent on Lily’s or Marlene’s. In fact, you’d spent almost as much time as you’d spent on his and Sirius’. And then there were the letters. Both Sirius and he got 5-page letters, while most of your friends had gotten shorter ones, around 2 or 3 pages long. James’ was 7 pages long.

“You like him, don’t you?” He asked you one day as you were cuddling, he was playing with your hands.

“Sorry?”

“James. You like James.”

You sat up abruptly. “I– I know I’m the worst.” You said as you hid your face in your legs.

Remus, ever so understanding, sat up beside you and started to rub circles on your back, “Does that mean you stopped liking us?” he asked, amost choking on the words.

“I would never!” You said with a gasp, turning to him.

Remus nodded. “Then what’s happening to you is the exact same thing that happened to me. I liked Sirius, you know? Long before liking you.”

You nodded; he’d told you about it before. “I’m so greedy.”

Remus chuckled. “I don’t think you’re greedy,” he said reassuringly. “Why don’t you talk to him?”

“No way in hell.”

“I’m pretty sure he likes you back too.”

“Impossible.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You do know James is one of my best friends, right?” You nodded. “Then trust me.”

And you did. You talked to James after the Christmas break – well, you talked to Sirius first, and he had only smiled at you and said, “The more, the merrier.” Sirius was such a flirt.

James had actually been happy to hear that he hadn’t just been delusional, making up the connection in his head. And you somehow, he joined your chaotic but functional relationship with the boys.

Remus would bring you flowers once a week, leaving them on your desk, on top of a book, or even on the spot you always took in the library. James would take you on morning flights every now and then, and Sirius? He just loved cuddling with you. He liked it best when you played with his hair, tested funny hairstyles, or when you offered to do his makeup or paint his nails. He’d sometimes complain about you using him as a test doll, but he secretly loved how spoiled you made him feel all the time.

Other people I considered for you: Marlene Mckinnon and Lily Evans.

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you darling, and omg, this may come out super forward, but I’ve got a friend crush on you? Like, girl! I’m also into cosplay  (I freakin' love dressing up) and painting, both on canvas and my face; and obviously, very clearly, I really like the marauders. And we’re even the same MBTI? What?! If you’ve seen Anne with an E, or read the books, you might be familiar with the term kindred spirits, but like, in other words... I feel like we’re in the same wavelength? Either way, if you actually do want to be my friend, send me DM! I’d be the one to send you one, but you’re anon so, I kind of can’t hehe (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

Sending you great vibes, Lily xxx

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Flufftober Day Four: Cinderella Moment

Summary: a cliche school dance story based on my BNHA fanfic featuring Bakugou, Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Also Dadzawa and Papa Mic.

Izuku had always known that he was rather plain looking. For all that he thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he knew that his own looks were a bit unfortunate. That isn’t to say he thought he was hideous, he just liked to think of himself as realistic.

Add that to the fact that his mom wasn’t exactly in the position to buy him a new outfit for the dance that weekend, and he knew he wasn’t going to be standing out in a good way. People would probably notice him, yeah, but more for his reputation and the fact that he’d probably end up wearing his bright red sneakers because those were the only shoes he had that fit- a birthday gift from his mom.

“I’m thinking about wearing a mask,” Hitoshi’s rather odd non sequitur broke through Izuku’s spiraling thoughts.

Shouto on Izuku’s other side, frowned. “Is it a costume party?”

“Fuck no,” said Kacchan in the passenger seat of the car they were all in. Aizawa sensei was driving them home from school. Well, to his home. Izuku was spending the night because his mom was ill and didn’t want to get him sick. “And no, you’re not, Shitstain,” Kacchan growled. “Even if I have to dress you fucking monkeys myself, you’re not gonna make me look bad by being associated with you freaks.”

“Ok.” “Yes Mom”

Aizawa sighed from the driver’s seat. “You guys have a budget of one-fifty, you hear me? Nothing ridiculous. That’s one-fifty for everything, not one-fifty plus shoes and jewelry.”

“Do I look like someone who wears jewelry, old man?”

“Do I look like someone who wears shoes?”

Aizawa sighed again.

Izuku couldn’t help but feel a bit left out. He’d probably end up wearing his old suit that his mom had bought from a thrift store a few years ago for a formal event. It didn’t quite fit anymore, but he could probably get away with rolling up the sleeves and pretending the too-short pants were a fashion choice.

Probably.

The other boys were going to go shopping with Aizawa and Papa Mic the next day. By popular vote, they were going to the local mall. Izuku was going to try and invite himself along just to hang out. It was always fun being with his friends.

As they pulled up the drive, the front door of the house flew open. Out ran Mic. He was wearing his apron, and the front was stained all over with brown and black smudges. As he got closer, Izuku caught the faintest whiff of smoke.

“Heeeeeey, honey,” Mic laughed nervously once Dadzawa had rolled the windows down.

“Hizashi.” Aizawa was doing the dad-eyebrow thing.

“So,” Mic said slowly. “I might have done that thing you told me not to do.”

“Which thing.”

“The thing where I do things without my glasses on.”

“What did you do.”

“So you know how the oven works?”

“Yes, Hizashi, I know how the oven works.”

“So I accidentally turned the dial in the wrong direction.”

“How wrong.”

“...broil.”

“For how long.”

“...an hour.”

“Did anything get destroyed?”

“...just dinner….and the pan.”

Aizawa closed his eyes and leaned back before staring at the ceiling of the car for a long moment. “Get in.” He said, sounding world weary, though that was fairly normal for him. Kacchan unbuckled and launched himself over the seats, landing in the back row with Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Izuku grunted as Kacchan kneed him in the stomach, knowing it was probably half on purpose. Kacchan made himself comfortable on top of Hitoshi, throwing his legs across Shouto and Izuku’s laps. Mic shucked off his apron and slid into the vacated passenger seat.

“Ayyyy” Mic grinned. “Mall food lets go!”

“We can go shopping after since we’ll be there anyway, right?” Hitoshi asked, a bit muffled.

“I never said we were going to the mall.”

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They went to the mall.

Without even discussing it, everyone scattered to get their own food, Izuku sticking with Kacchan since he knew the other boy would likely pay for both of them without thinking, since he already knew their financial situation. After everyone grabbed their assortment of junk food and gathered at a table in the food court, Papa Mic cleared his throat to address the table.

“So, we all need to stick together,” he started.

“I never agreed to go shopping tonight.”

“But we can hit all the stores that we want to go to no problem!” Mic finished.

Aizawa glared at him, but didn’t protest again, turning to his bowl of ramen to drown his sorrows. Hitoshi and Kacchan exchanged a look that probably meant they were planning something, and Shouto happily slurped his soba without comment. Knowing Kacchan, they were probably planning on splitting up immediately.

“If you don’t stick with the group, you’re paying for yourself,” Aizawa snapped, though he didn’t really sound angry. Hitoshi stuck out his bottom lip.

“Bold of you to assume I couldn’t.”

“Can you?”

“No.”

After everyone had eaten, Mic lead the way to the nearest clothing store that he thought would have what they would need. “So, what looks are we going for?” Mic asked.

“I want to wear a sparkly dress,” Hitoshi declared.

“Okay,” Mic agreed easily.

Hitoshi froze, visibly not having expected that. “Wait. Really?”

Aizawa gave Hitoshi an appraising look. “Really. Do you actually want a dress, or are you being a turd?”

Hitoshi looked searchingly at Aizawa for a long moment. Then, he got a familiar stubborn look on his face that spelled out well now I have to.

“Yes,” Hitoshi said, crossing his arms. “The sparkliest dress. Men’s fashion is boring.”

“Can I wear something sparkly?” Shouto asked. “Not a dress. I don’t have the legs for it.”

Aizawa blinked slowly, then appraised Shouto as if trying to parse whether or not Shouto meant that literally or if he was messing with him, too. Izuku thought, knowing Shouto, he was being perfectly serious.

“Get whatever you want, lil listeners!”

“One. Fifty.”

“Me and Shitty Hair already agreed on what colors,” Kacchan said. “Red, all the way. With orange and black accents.”

“Awwww, Kacchan, you already have a date?” Hitoshi cooed.

“Obviously. As if you don’t.”

Hitoshi grinned, ears a little pink, and he scratched the back of his head. “Heh, yeah. Fumi and I decided to surprise each other.” Hitoshi winced. “Um. Hopefully he won't regret that.” Izuku held back a snort. Kacchan didn’t.

“Who are you going with, lil listener?” Mic asked Izuku. Izuku jumped a bit, not expected to be addressed.

“Oooh, uuuhh”

“With me,” Shouto answered for him. “I’m thinking white and green, what do you think, Izuku?”

Izuku felt his whole face turn red as he struggled to find his voice.

Did he think Shouto was objectively the most attractive person in class? Clearly. He wasn’t blind. Shouto had been on the covers of magazines before, for All Might’s sake. People in the streets did double takes when he walked past. He looked like a model.

Also he was kind. And smart. And funny in a very straightforward way. And honest. You always knew where you stood with Shouto.

Usually.

“W-we–I am?” Izuku asked, baffled.

Shouto nodded as if Izuku had agreed. Hitoshi was muffling laughter into his palm. Kacchan, though, Kacchan was looking at him with an odd look in his eyes. Not a negative one. Just odd. Like he was looking at Izuku and seeing something else. He looked like that, every now and then. Izuku never really knew why or what, though.

“Soft greens,” Kacchan declared. “Like mint.”

Shouto nodded solemnly, then turned to disappear into the racks. Hitoshi grabbed Kacchan’s arm. “Ok Mr. Fashionista. Help me find a dress. I’m talking ball gown.”

“You’ll be the prettiest princess there, Shitstain.”

A warm hand landed on Izuku’s shoulder. He looked up at Mic. “Do you want any help, Izuku?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring my wallet.” Izuku flushed.

Aizawa, who had been scrolling on his phone, pretending to ignore them, heaved yet another sigh. “One. Fifty. Oh my god. How many times have I said it?”

“M-me too?” Izuku asked. “B-but”

“One. Fifty.”

“C’mon, Izuku,” Mic laughed. “Before he blows a gasket.”

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Shouto was happy with what he found. A white suit with a soft green shirt. No tie. He found them too restricting. He was debating whether to go with traditional black shoes or to be adventurous and try white or gray, when he heard Izuku emerge from the changing rooms with a typical stumble.

He turned.

He froze.

Izuku was wearing a soft-looking mint green tunic suit with white embroidery. It made his hair and eyes seem even more vibrant than ever. Izuku caught him looking and he shyly pulled on the hem of his sleeve.

“Awwww, kiddo that looks so good on you!” Papa Mic crowed. “I think that’s the one!”

“Y-you think so? Isn’t it a bit much?”

“It’s perfect.”

Izuku turned back to Shouto with wide eyes. Shouto swallowed and repeated. “It’s perfect.”

“Awww, you two look so handsome together.” Papa Mic cooed.

There was loud fumbling from the furthest changing room.

“No, Shitstain, your arm goes here! Goes here! No! There, now hold still.”

“Owch!”

“I said hold still!”

Papa Mic looked concerned. Dadzawa looked bored. “You boys ok in there?”

“No looking!”

“We’re okay, Papa!”

“It’s a fucking surprise.”

When they did emerge, for some reason from the same changing room, both of them were back in their regular clothes, though Hitoshi had a huge bundle of purple fabric in his arms, and Katsuki was holding the hanger of a tuxedo that was a brilliant, shining shade of red. It looked very sleek to Shouto’s untrained eye. “I need a bowtie,” Katsuki declared. “And then I’m done.”

“I need shoes,” Hitoshi declared. “Papa, hold this.” He shoved the bundle into Papa Mic’s arms, who took it and gently shook it out to get a better look. It was, in fact, very sparkly, with shimmering threads of silver twirling across the surface like flowering vines.

“See, babe,” Papa Mic dug an elbow into Dad’s side. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long. It’s not like shopping with Nem. They’re too boys to take that long.”

“That’s sexist.”

“I’m right and you know it.”

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Katsuki had lived this before. Before, he’d stood in the corner, forced to go by his mother, wearing a plain-ass black tux. He’d gone stag. Partly because he hadn’t asked anyone, mostly because people would have been too afraid to say yes had he asked. He’d done little besides drink punch and fuck around on his phone.

This time

“You look great, man,” Kirishima said, softly, offering his arm. Katsuki scoffed and hooked Eijiro’s arm around his before being the one to lead them onto the dance floor. People were already dancing like drunk squirrels, and Katsuki was determined to show them who’s boss.

“You look like someone else dressed you,” Katsuki offered a bit meanly, but Eijiro, as always, read between the lines and laughed. Eijiro was wearing a regular suit, not a tux like Katsuki, but the cut suited him well. It was a darker shade of red than what Katsuki was wearing, but the look of the two shades side by side was pleasing.

Eijiro was about to say something, when he cocked his head to look over Katsuki’s shoulder. “Bro.”

“What?” Katsuki turned around, then he rolled his eyes. “Fucking diva.”

It was his dumbass brother in his dumbass strapless floor-length satin tulle ball gown. Though, even Katsuki had to admit that he – Katsuki, not Shitstain – did a great job picking it out. The glittery violet fabric looked great on Shitstain’s complexion, and Papa did a good job on his hair and make-up. His hair wasn’t the usual gravity defying rats nest. It had been tamed, laying down in curls with the sides braided to meet in the back.

“HITOSHI”

Katsuki had to bite back a laugh. That Fucking Chicken was staring across the room to where Shitstain was descending down the stairs like a fucking princess, beak agape. Before, neither of them had ever been in a serious relationship – to his knowledge anyway. He didn’t think they’d even been friends.

He liked this better.

Hitoshi glided across the floor in his five-inch heels that were made of approximately three pounds of metal, plastic, and glitter. The grace was a result of days of practice walking in them up and down their hallway when he thought no one was paying attention. Well, even Katsuki had to admit it paid off when Tokoyami stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Y-you um your visage is uh er uh the starlight of your countenance h-has” For once, it seemed like the Chicken was lost for words. Hitoshi’s eyelashes dipped shyly as he peered through them at Tokoyami.

“You look handsome,” Hitoshi told him. “Even with how dark it is, you stand out.”

And it was true. Tokoyami was wearing a gray vintage style tailcoat with an overall steampunk vibe. Katsuki might not think he was handsome, but he did stand out.

Tokoyami drew himself up, inhaled deeply, and said. “You’re breathtaking. Even with all of the many lights decorating the room, you stand among them as the brightest.”

And then Katsuki had the great misfortune of seeing their first kiss.

He wasn’t at all pleased.

[little-mouse-gardens]

🌸Rottmnt oc head-cannons🌸

Part 1 : Marcy

So I’m gonna be doing hcs for sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie but I won’t be going in order. This will just be random hcs I have for them as well as their relationships with the turtles.

Right now Im gonna start off with Marcy!

- marcy likes to go thrift shopping for old clothes she can re-vamp, somehow comes home with like a box full of clothes and fabrics. Uses as inspiration for designing new clothes and items in her sketchbook.

- has a space in her room for Donatello to come hang out and relax if he needs a little bit of peace and quiet away from his brothers. Makes sure none of the gadgets he makes over in her room are messed with or damaged.

- her and Donatellos first date took place at an 80s themed pizza restaurant. They gave each other a gift, he made her a upgraded version of a switch and she made him a purple satin jacket with his genius tech trademark and his name on the back.

- one of her favorite snacks is strawberry pop-tarts and mini waffles

- her and Donnie like to learn from one another. They listen to each other info-dump about each others interests and hyper-fixations. The both of them do enjoy and love working together, she may or may not have her own workbench in his lab and a spot in the turtle tank.

- Marcy cannot stand the feeling of cotton balls against her skin. She claims it makes her want to curl up on herself, so she goes out of her way not to to come into too much contact with them.

- marcy and Donnie like to make care packages or get gifts for each other. She personally goes out of her way and buys him a new weighted blanket after he makes her an automatic paint brush cleaner since she told him her hands are cramping.

- Marcy’s theme song would be curses by the crane wives

- Marcy has a pair of glasses Donnie made for her when he confessed to her (he accidentally broke her og ones-he thought the new ones she got were much more durable)

- always has some form of paint splatter or art related mark on her skin even if it seems small

- organizes her art supplies and sewing supplies by color and type.

- has two closets in her room to hold the clothes and items she makes and revamps

- Can’t stand when her pillow is warm. Like it physically makes her angry

- mostly has random art travel supplies and every day items in her messenger bag that she Carrie’s around. (Also an extra pair of glasses just in case they get broken)

- Seasonal allergies are her worst enemy

- good at Digital and traditional art. Loves making stuff into charms, buttons ect. Made matching genius built charms for Donnie and herself

- Enjoys the sights and sounds of thunderstorms until the wind picks up (loud wind? Not the biggest fan)

- takes incredible care of her guppies and goldfish. The koi fish she got has a separate tank from the guppies. Likes to ad natural occurring plants into the tanks and tries to make a self sustaining healthy environment for her fishes.

- Marcy wasn’t diagnosed with autism until she was in elementary school when the girls mother Adrianna, a nurse, was finally able to get a doctor to listen. Is super grateful that her moms understanding and fierce nature, plus she was the first person to teach her how to draw.

- farming and fantasy rpgs are her favorite games

Some hcs for Donnie and Marcy

- Donatello enjoys holding hands with Marcy. Giving them a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the feeling of her hand laced in his. The warmth and softness of them. A silent but affectionate gesture they share with each other.

- Donnie thought she’d be bored by all the rambling about his tech and how it works, but was surprised to see she was actively listening. She remembered a few parts he needed and actually brought them by the next time she and her sisters came over to the lair.

- his favorite thing about Marcy, other than her personality, is the way she smiles. Something about the way the corners of her eyes crinkle and the lopsided sweet smile she can have makes his emotionally unavailable bad boy heart flutter

- always fixing each others goggles and glasses. Both absentmindedly and intentionally. Donnie always keeps a spare on him for just in case hers breaks and she always makes sure to clean his goggles off for him.

- team up against the purple dragons all.the.time, their second date literally was going great and the purple dragons almost ruined it and had to be dealt with

- after several trusting moments, Donnie does allow Marcy to examine his soft shell. She is super careful and constantly asks him if he’s okay or not. Compliments his shell and his mutation, which may or may not have caused him to happy churr and have tail waggles at the same time

- physical contact gets built up over time, but there is no doubt that the both of them are cuddle bugs with each other after they take it slowly. Especially during winter and fall.

- both of them Defiantly pick up on each other when one or the other are having a sensory overload or uncomfortable in a situation. Marcy won’t hesitate to gently pull Donnie to the side somewhere quiet and lend him her noise canceling headphones. Gives him a comfort snack or drink and just tries to be there for him if he needs her.

- the same with Donnie. Keeps a literal notes of what she likes, dislikes ect. What textures, tastes, sights and sounds she is uncomfortable and makes sure to help her avoid them as much as possible.

- hating slimy textures or residue solidarity 🤝

- donnie keeps a bunch of notes and information about Marcy’s likes and dislikes alphabetically

- Marcy is honestly Not afraid to call donnie out for being in the wrong. Even if it’s small. For example in the mystic library, she pointed out the fact that he should have just written the location down. Stating that despite his genius mind, he’s got a bad habit of being a bit too overconfident

- Definitely dance with one another to 80s music. They Work on getting better at dancing all the time.

[weirdgirl92]

Henchman’s Kitten - a cuphead oneshot

This short story is a gift for my friend, @flufflepops.  Sorry I took so long to finish it.  I tried getting it done before the 3rd season of the show came out, but between my anxiety, my ADHD, and my desire to work on another Cuphead fanfic I have on AO3, that just wasn’t possible.  Anyway, hope you enjoy this little oneshot. 😁

  One day, in Inkwell City, an open cardboard box marked “Kittens for Sale” was sitting right outside the local pet shop.  As the hours passed, nearly every kitten in that box was sold, except for one tiny black kitten.  Then, the clouds were getting darker, thunder started rolling in, and the rain began to fall.

Lonely and desperate, the little black kitten meowed and meowed as loudly as she could, hoping someone would hear her cries.  Suddenly, a little spoon boy and his fork mother were walking down towards the pet shop, when the spoon boy eagerly rushed over towards the box to get a good look at the kitten.

“Momma, look at this kitty here!  Can we buy ‘em?”, the spoon boy said excitedly, but the fork woman looked down at the kitten and shook her head.

“No, sweetheart, that’s a black cat, and you know that your father is very superstitious about black cats in the house.”

And with that, the spoon boy and his mother proceeded to walk by, not even giving the poor kitten a second glance.

The rain started getting even more intense, that the water pressure broke apart the box that was holding the kitten, causing her to flee into the alleyway and find better shelter.  Luckily, she managed to find an empty barrel that was already knocked over, and crawled right inside it.  Though she was a bit hungry, the little black kitten was far too frightened and exhausted to search for food.  So she made herself comfortable inside the barrel and fell fast asleep.

Next morning, the kitten heard what sounded like crackling flames, followed by a loud dinging noise.  She slightly peeked her head out of the barrel, and saw a creepy looking elevator, which definitely wasn’t there before.  Then, as the doors opened, a short, plump creature dressed in a trench coat and fedora came out of the elevator.  Curious, the kitten continued to watch the plump creature, who was now talking to a more skinny looking fellow, whose face was obscured by a scarf and a long pointed hat.  The skinny fellow appeared to be holding a box full of junk, which he gave to the plump one.

“There you are, Henchman.  The special ingredients, as promised”, said the skinny one.

“Uhhh, gee thanks Jerry!”, Henchman said cheerfully.

“Shh! I told you not to call me by my full name!”, warned Jerry.

“Oh, sorry. Thanks for the stuff”, Henchman said in a more hushed voice.

As Henchman made his way back to the elevator, the kitten panicked in fear of being spotted, and accidentally knocked over a trashcan that was in her way, which immediately caught his attention.

“What?!  Hello?!  Who’s there?!”, Henchman asked as he frantically looked around the area, but he stopped when he discovered the frightened kitten behind the fallen trash can.

“Oh!  Hey, little one!  Was that you making that big racket?”, he cooed while reaching out to pet her, but the kitten recoiled in fear, causing him to frown a little.

“Aww, don’t be scared.  I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

The kitten looked back up at Henchman with her bright blue eyes, and noticed the very warm, sincere smile on his face.  He didn’t seem so scary.  So, she allowed him to pet her and pick her up, and she meowed in contentment.

“Gee, you’re awfully cute!  How’d you like to come home with me?  Of course, the boss says I’m not allowed to keep any pets”, Henchman said looking down sadly.

“Oh!  I know!”, he said suddenly all perked up, then he tucked the kitten inside his trench coat, and stepped into the elevator.

“There, that’s better.  Well, down we go!”, he gleefully said as the elevator doors closed.  Then, he pulled down the lever, which took them straight down into the underworld.

Once the doors opened again, the kitten found herself in an underground world full of fire and strange imp-like creatures skittering around the place.

“Here we are, kitty!  Home sweet home!”, said Henchman as he hung up his hat on the coat rack.  Suddenly, a loud, booming voice began to echo through the halls.

“HENCHMAAAAAAN!!!”

“Uh-oh, I gotta hide ya now!”, Henchman whispered, as he gently pushed the kitten back down in his coat.

“Henchman!  Have you brought the stuff I told you to get?”, The Devil said impatiently.

“Yeah, boss. I’ve got all the ingredients needed for your magic potion!”, Henchman said in a singsong voice, while handing him the box.

“Wonderful!  See, I knew I could count on you!”, The Devil said happily, while giving Henchman a calm pat on the head, but then he heard a loud purring sound coming from Henchman’s coat.

“Was that a purring noise I heard from your front coat pocket?”, The Devil asked.

“Uhhh, nope.  That was my stomach, boss.  I’m very hungry right now”, Henchman lied.

“But you just had a sandwich before leaving to get the ingredients.”

“Well, they don’t call me the fat demon for nothing!  Anyway, snack time is calling me.  Be right back!”

Then, Henchman quickly retreated to his room, where he swiftly took his trench coat off, and gently plopped the little kitten on his bed.

“Phew!  That was a close one!”, he said before seating himself right next to the kitten.  Then, the kitten came closer to Henchman and purred while rubbing her head against his arm.  Henchman couldn’t help but smile at this cute little display of affection, and gently started stroking her back.

“You know, I think you could use a new name, since you’ll be staying here for a while.  Now, let me see.  Your fur’s all black, so what else is black?  Coal?  Ash?  Smoke?”

Then it hit him, “Hey, I’ve got it!  How about…Smokey!  You like that?”, and the kitten meowed in approval.

“Alright!  Smokey it is then!”

Everything seemed to be okay, until Smokey started nibbling at Henchman’s fingers, then he picked her up.

“What’s wrong, Smokey?  Are you hungry?”

Smokey then stared at Henchman with big sad eyes.

“Aww, don’t worry.  I’ll go to the imps’ lunchroom to get you some tuna fish, and fix you up a nice saucer of milk too.  You just wait right here.”

Smokey continued to sit quietly on the bed, while Henchman tiptoed out of the bedroom, on his way to the imps’ lunchroom.  As that was going on, a bat made its way into Henchman’s room, and was flittering right above Smokey’s head.  Irritated, Smokey waved her paws at the flying creature, and started chasing it out of the room.

Meanwhile, Henchman was quietly rummaging through the lunchroom fridge, getting that freshly sealed can of tuna he needed for Smokey.  Next, he quickly opened the cabinet to grab a small bowl for the milk.  Then, just as he was about to poor the milk in, Henchman was suddenly interrupted by a familiarly shrill voice.

“Ahem!  Excuse me!!!”

“Oh, uhh, hey Stickler!  I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I thought to remind you that our lunchtime has passed.  What are you doing in the lunchroom at this hour?”

“Uhhh….I was just getting a glass of lemonade for the boss!”

“You came to get him a glass of lemonade, from the imps’ lunchroom?”

“Uhh….Yes.  It’s an emergency.”

“Then why is the milk out?”

“Uhh….the milk’s for…his…facial massage!”

Then, Stickler and Henchman were both interrupted by loud, angry meowing.

“Oops!  There’s the alarm!  Time to get the boss’ bubble bath ready!”, Henchman lied as he sprinted off into the gallery.

“Excuse me, but The Devil’s washroom is in the other direction!”, Stickler nagged, but Henchman was already too far away to hear him.

Once Henchman finally made it to the gallery, he found Smokey atop one of The Devil’s many gold statues of himself.  As Smokey pounced from statue to statue, Henchman rushed forward, catching every single one that fell from their pedestal, before continuing to scold the rambunctious kitten.

“Jeepers, Smokey!  Why are you trying to make a mess here?!  I thought I told you to wait in the bedroom till I bring you something to-”, but Henchman paused mid sentence when he realized there was a bat perched atop The Devil’s favorite bust, straight ahead from where Smokey was.  She was ready to pounce again.

“No, Smokey!  Please, don’t do it!”, Henchman pleaded, but it was too late.  Smokey had made a giant leap of faith before finally landing onto The Devil’s most prized bust, causing it to topple over.  Henchman, who still had his hands full, was unable to catch the bust in time, before it hit the ground and smashed into a million pieces.

“WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!”, a familiar voice shouted.

“Oh no!”, Henchman said before grabbing Smokey, and hiding her away in a nearby vase.  Then, in an explosion of sparks and purple smoke, The Devil appeared before the now terrified Henchman.

“Uhh, h-h-hi boss”, Henchman stammered, barely waving his fingers at him.

The Devil just ignored Henchman, and casually looked down at the pile of broken bust pieces right in front of him.

“Henchman, who did this?”

“Uhhh….It was me, boss.  I was doing some dusting, and I knocked over your bust by mistake, so…I’m sorry.”

“Well, if you wanted to dust the statues in my gallery, all you had to do was ask.  You know how I’m very protective of my things”, The Devil said as he tapped his pitchfork on the ground, magically reassembling the bust back together.  “And make sure this sort of thing doesn’t happen again.  I’d hate to imagine what this place would look like if I didn’t have my pitchfork to fix everything”, he added, before finally exiting the room.

Henchman quickly got back on his feet and shook Smokey out of the vase.  Smokey meowed softly and looked up at Henchman with a very guilty look on her face, then he picked her up and carried her back to his room.

“Now, Smokey, I know that you live here now, but that doesn’t mean you should run off and wonder around where the boss could see ya.  It’s too dangerous, and you could get hurt!”, Henchman scolded.  Then, Smokey just licked the tip of Henchman’s nose, causing the plump purple demon to smile with tears in his eyes.

“D’aww, you’re just the sweetest little thing!”, he cooed.  Then he gently placed Smokey back onto his bed.

“HENCHMAN!!!  WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?!”, shouted The Devil.

“Coming, boss!”, Henchman called back.  Then he looked back at Smokey and said, “I gotta go help the boss now.  You be good, okay?”, and Smokey gave him a warm, tender lick on the cheek, before he left to go see what his boss wanted.

Henchman entered the meeting room, where The Devil and the imps were waiting for him.

“Where were you, Henchman?  You’re late for the meeting!”, The Devil scolded.

“Uhh, sorry, boss.  I had to go to the bathroom”, Henchman lied.

“Well, now that you’re here, let’s discuss my latest plans for collecting our next batch of souls.”

Later, after the meeting was finished, Henchman eagerly headed back to his room to go play with Smokey, when suddenly, he heard a soft purring coming from The Devil’s throne room.  He went to investigate the sound, only to find Smokey sitting there, all curled up on The Devil’s throne.  Not wanting to cause a scene, Henchman quietly tiptoed over to the throne and began to whisper to the sleeping kitten.

“Smokey, you’re not supposed to sleep there.  Get down, before the boss sees ya.”

Smokey started opening her eyelids a little, only to let out a tiny yawn before going back to sleep on the throne.  Then, Henchman tried to gently lift her off the throne himself, but he couldn’t do it, because she had already woken up and dug her claws right into the throne’s seat cushion.  Worried and frustrated, Henchman continued to pull and pull, until he caused Smokey to accidentally tear open a huge hole in the seat cushion.

Henchman’s jaw dropped wide open, as he stared at the now completely torn up throne with unbridled fear.  Now, The Devil was really gonna have a fit.

The sound of The Devil’s soft humming was getting closer and closer, as Henchman began to panic, and frantically hid Smokey beneath the curtains behind the throne.

“Ah, what a day!  So busy giving orders to my minions, and tormenting souls!  Now I can finally relax and sit on my throne all day”, The Devil said with a content sigh, before opening his eyes to find Henchman sitting on his throne, smiling awkwardly.

“Uhh, Henchman?  What are you doing on my throne?”

“Oh!  Uhh, I was just….warming up your seat for you, until you got back.”

“You’ve been acting very strange all day.  Is there something you’ve been hiding from me?”

“Uhhh….no.  Why?”

“Because I’ve known you for over a dozen millennia, and I know you don’t normally behave this way.”

Henchman was begin to sweat rapidly, as The Devil inched closer to him and lifted him up off the throne.

“WAIT BOSS, I CAN EXPLAIN!”, Henchman cried out, but it was too late.  The Devil could now see that the seat cushion on his throne was torn to shreds.  Henchman could no longer contain himself, and began to sob.

“I’M SORRY, BOSS!  You were right, there was something I’ve been hiding from you!  I should’ve told you about it sooner!”

“Oh, I already know what it is, Henchman.  I also know that it wasn’t you that broke the bust”, The Devil coldly replied.

“Y-You do?”, Henchman whimpered.

“Yes, I do.  You were trying to cover up….the fact that we have Hell Termites!”

“Wait, what?”, Henchman said, all confused.

Then, the two demons were interrupted by the shrill screams of King Dice, who came charging into the throne room, all furious, wearing nothing but a fuzzy purple bathrobe and lavender slippers.

“Dice?  Is something wrong?  Why aren’t you dressed yet?”, said Devil.

“This is why I’m not dressed yet!  You see what this is?!”, Dice shouted while holding up a purple suit covered in black fur.

“How on earth did that happen?!”, The Devil asked, all confused.

“Oh, I know how it happened, boss!  You think that just because you’re the King of the Underworld, you can suddenly waltz into my room and shed your fur all over my stuff?!”, Dice said angrily.

“What?!  I didn’t do that!”, said Devil, as he increasingly became more offended.

“You think this is funny?  Do you think my career is some kind of joke?”, Dice asked viciously.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?!”, Devil shouted.

“Well, do you see anyone else around here that has thick black fur?”, Dice retorted.

“OH, SO YOU ARE CALLING ME A LIAR THEN!  WELL HOW ABOUT I TURN YOU INTO A PILE OF ASH?!!”, The Devil screamed as he was getting ready to annihilate Dice with his pitchfork.

“STOP!!!”, Henchman cried as he stood between Dice and Devil.  “Boss, please don’t destroy Mr. King Dice, and Dice, please don’t be mad at the boss.  He didn’t ruin your suit, but I know who really did.”

“Who?”, they both asked.  And right as Henchman was about to tell them the truth, a sweet little meow was heard nearby, and the three of them looked down to find Smokey purring and rubbing herself against Henchman.

“Is that a cat?”, Dice asked, pointing down at the tiny animal.

Henchman looked down at his feet with a guilty look and said, “Yeah, this is Smokey.  I’m sorry for not telling you about her, boss.  I know you don’t allow pets in The Underworld, but when I found her, she was all alone and looked so sad.  I just wanted to give her a good home.  Please don’t make me get rid of her.”

The Devil leaned forward to pick up Smokey, and said, “Are you kidding?  This is wonderful, Henchman!”

“It is?”, Dice said with a baffled expression.

“Yes, don’t you see?  It’s a black cat, and black cats are known for spreading chaos and bad luck for mortals!”

“So, does this mean we can keep her?”, Henchman asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Of course”, Devil gladly said.  Then Smokey jumped right into Henchman’s arms, and nuzzled her face against his.

“Aww, thanks boss!”

[dundeelemonade]

Ohhhh I saw you said you like quirky earrings and I’m in need of new ones. Do you have any places you like to buy them from? Do you have any very good ones you adore? (My favorites are the silver dangly eye ones I found my typing magnus archives into Etsy)

probably half of my current collection is from the Sugarfix brand at target, back when i got discounts there - their seasonal earrings are usually exactly my style, combining fun objects with ridiculous amounts of glittery pieces. my other half comes from friends gifting me stuff off of Shein and etsy lmao. i’m always on the look out for fruity and citrus-y earrings, to go with my orange+floral glasses that have a little “lil bit fruity” written on the arms. i’ll go and clean up my earring stands in a little bit so i can show off my collection!

the frame on the left is all earrings that were gifted to me by friends, the one on the right is either from target or stuff that i’ve picked up along the years. my favorites are probably the orange and lime slices together, and the strawberries, and the big fat lemon slices, and the bejeweled orange halves, and the gold and black moons. there’s also a pair of goldfish bowl earrings that i love dearly, but one of them broke and i have to figure out how i’m gonna reattach it :’’’)

[octopus-reactivated]

I love Juli and his plush seahorses!

I'd also like to tell him that he doesn't need to be so scared of Decima and Justin. Justin won't put him in Jail! I know the reassurance probably doesn't help but still. I'm going to tell him anyway.

Also, does he like colouring? Because if so, I want to give him a colouring book and some pencils. And if not he should try it!

- @pigeonwhumps

I switched tense in middle of the drabble, because reasons.

tw for brief amputation/hand whump mention

@pigeonwhumps

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Loud thud wakes up Juli from his nap. He rubs his eyes and sees you scrambling up from the floor. 

The window is open, wind moving the curtains.

“Juli.” you look at him serious

“Yes.” he straightens his back. He’s startled at the sign of a stranger in his room, but hearing how you know his name he assumes you’re one of Miss’s friends.

“I love your seahorses” 

“What?” Juli says wondering if it’s some sort of strange expression. Then he remembers Small Aureum and Big Aureum lying on his bed. “I mean-” he corrects himself “Do you want to have them?”

“No they’re yours” you say “take care of them. Oh and Justin and Decima are good people”

“They are.” Juli agrees. Miss and Sir are good and patient and so gentle… Juli didn’t deserve any of it. 

“And they won’t put you into a jail”

Juli looks down

“I - I suspect so. After all, Miss was informed before buying me and she consulted sir Justin, so he knew too… It was stupid- stupid of me to assume they didn’t know”

“What I’m trying to say,” you put hands on his shoulders and look him in the eyes “is that they care for you. You don’t need to be scared.” You look at him for a moment, trying to discern if he understood you

“Anyway-” you back up “I bring gifts”

You take out a coloring book and colored pencils in 64 colors - the cool set, one I always wanted to have.

“It’s yours” you say and put them in Juli’s hands “No, not a word. I want you to try coloring. Have fun”

You salute and attempt to backflip yourself out of the window. 

Juli stays frozen and as the bush under the window rustles, Decima comes in. 

“Was someone there?” she asks “I heard someone talking”

Juli looks at her surprised, coloring book and pencils still in his hands. 

If Miss was asking, that meant it wasn’t her friend? Then who was it?

Saying that the stranger just broke in Miss’s home will probably only make her upset. 

“It was just a pigeon.” 

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“What do you have there?” Decima looked curious. 

“It’s um, a color- coloring book”

“You found it somewhere? Didn't even know we had something like that at home.” She said, and for the moment, Juli looked really uncomfortable“You can keep it if you want to”

Half hour later, when Decima walked in to check on Juli, she found him sitting and carefully coloring the page in the middle of the book. 

It didn’t look like he finished previous… oh. 

There were seahorses on it. Juli’s plushies were resting against the wall, and he tried to color the printed ones to make it look like Aureums. 

Decima watched him for a while, and was about to turn around and let him do his thing when she noticed something. 

She stayed to confirm it, but it looked like she was correct. 

“You’re two-handed?” she asked, not without a surprise in her voice. 

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 Juli froze as he heard the question. 

“Two-handed?” he repeated “I do have two hands, yes”

Did Miss decide that he doesn’t need both of them anymore? Was she annoyed he was wasting time? Maybe if he wasn’t using them to do chores he didn’t need them both?

“You know, like there is left-handed and right-handed and there is two-handed”

Oh, that’s what she meant.

“You mean, ambidextrous?”

“I’m gonna pretend I'm smart and know this word. Yes, that’s what i meant”

Juli looked at his hands

“Uhm, I remember I tried to exercise the other hand. Though it will be useful, to be able to switch them. I… I’m not sure when I started doing this. I can’t really trust my memory”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I think it’s cool”

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So sick of helping people who don’t appreciate it

We loaned the last bit of money in our checking account, leaving us with $20 to a friend we have helped out in a very difficult time in his life the past month and a bit, stayed here for free, my fiancé drove him to work everyday, etc.

Anyways, we loaned him it Tuesday night and he said he’d have it Wednesday Afternoon. It is now Friday morning, and all day yesterday he was saying he’s have it and was waiting on a check to clear (which is bullshit- I know it is) and all these other excuses. Now we’re broke.

And the night before we loaned him the money, I bought Christmas gifts for our family with the money in our actual savings account with our bank, because a lot of the cyber Monday deals were ending- and we don’t keep a lot of money in that savings account anyways, we put the majority of our savings in our TFSA.

Which, we have a decent amount in there, not a lot lol, not near as much as we did (in the summer we bought our first home and used approx 50% of the savings in there on the purchase and renos) Anyways, I just went to withdraw funds from our TFSA (savings account) but its not instant like an attached savings to your chequing at your bank, it takes 1-2 business days, so it’ll be fucking Tuesday before it goes through, and we literally have $10 right now and we’re supposed to buy some groceries this weekend because we’re low on food in the house. I’m gonna go buy our cats their food out of the $10 because I won’t leave them without food lol idgaf- they do have a bag of weight control food but they hate it haha 😛

ANYWAYS IM JUST SO FUCKING MAD

I’m kicking him out today. We were giving him until Dec 15th as the shelter here will have an opening around then they said, and if not, it’s enough time to figure something out, rent a room or something. (We didn’t charge him ANY rent for being here the past month and a half almost because we wanted him to be able to save all his money from working to rent a place) I was going to kick him out last night but I couldn’t kick him out at night, in the dark, in the winter cold- even today I feel bad but we also know we can’t do this anymore.

Now I have to struggle the next 5 days or so because I helped someone I trusted to keep their word. We loaned him money before and he paid it back, a few hours late… but he still did, and this time we literally were like, okay but you PROMISE you’ll have it tomorrow afternoon? You PROMISE?—because this is literally the last bit of money in our chequing account… if you don’t pay us back, we are fucked…. & he swore up and down.

Fuck. People suck. He hasn’t even apologized and has been hiding in our guest room since last evening. He’s terrified of me, apparently. Which, he should be. I’m a super kind and empathetic person and I give people 2 chances but if you use me or take advantage of my kindness, or fuck me over… 😡 just, don’t.