#john and sips are too dysfunctional to keep back the curse

[dyingvictorian]

I know a lot of people dont like crossovers but the ones ive read for this fandom have been banger after banger

And the fools gold crossover bc these two pissy bastards have fragmented gods seeking humanity in their heads. And i havent been in the fandom for a while but it ruled my life for a solid month @dingodoodles

The famed ratatouille fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58510861/chapters/149060158 by James_Spooky (havent actually read this one but laughed so hard at the concept its here anyways)

The veddie series (largely nsfw): https://archiveofourown.org/series/3392743 by Stringgoblin was v happy to see it updated recently lmao

The RE8 fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66290968/chapters/170909371 by avdmai, Arthur would NOT survive the dollhouse

Anyways. Thank you all for humoring me.

[pixelated-pogues]

Summer Love (j.m)

Prompt: Summer Love by One direction  Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader Requested: Yes, a PHAT minute ago. Warnings: SLIGHT angst, mild cursing. -------------------------------------- Can’t believe you’re packing your bags trying so hard not to cry had the best time and now it’s the worst time but we have to say goodbye

JJ lays on your bed in silence, toying with a loose thread while you continue focusing on folding the articles of clothing that you’d haphazardly thrown on your bed moments prior. You nibble on your lip in concentration, trying to bite back the intrusive emotions pooling inside of you while packing up the belongings in the room you’ve called your own for the past three months.

His eyes trail over to you and catch the fact that your expression matches how he’s feeling to a T. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it because he can’t find the right words to say. Instead he sits there in denial, trying to discount the fact that you’re leaving him soon. He thinks over the past few months and nearly laughs. It’s crazy how the boy that hates anything that has to do with love fell so undeniably in love with you in such a short span of time. He still can’t wrap his head around how quickly you nuzzled your way into his heart, breaking down all of the barriers his dysfunctional family dynamic has created over the years.

Don’t promise that you’re gonna write don’t promise that you’ll call just promise that you won’t forget we had it all

“Stop promising me that you’re going to call,” you exclaim, unable to hide the break in your voice. JJ closes his mouth in shock, unsure of how to respond to the sudden outburst. “God, just stop,” you sniffle, running your hands over your face before turning away from him to pace around the room. “You keep making all of these promises that we both know damn well we’re not going to keep. No matter how much we want to believe that this is going to work, it’s not going to JJ.” Your movements halt for a brief second before you shift to face him again, hesitantly meeting his eyes.

“Y/n,” he trails off, eyes begging you to stop. 

“No,” you smile sadly, your tear-filled eyes staring into his own. “It’s been so good. We both know that. I mean, being here with you has made me happier than I ever could have anticipated that it would have but we’re young JJ. We’re so young and we’re going to be so far away from each other. We’re going to be around other people, have other distractions, and we’re going to fade out of each other's thoughts.”  

You’re partially expecting him to fight back, to scream at you that you’re wrong, but he doesn’t. He stands across from you with his mouth clenched shut in a thin line, eyes pooling with understanding because, as much as you both hate to admit it, he knows that you’re right. 

“Okay,” he agrees finally breaking his streak of silence. You stare at him sadly, shoulders slumped in defeat as the boy approaches you calmly. His hands move to push your hair away from your face before cupping your cheeks. He takes a minute to study your features, seemingly soaking in every detail, before he sighs softly. “You’re right. It’s stupid to think that we can make this work right now, but can we at least promise each other one thing?”

Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, but you nod in agreement nonetheless. 

“Can we promise each other that we won’t forget everything we had this summer? Like, even when the feelings fade, that we’ll never forget how good we were?” He asks softly, making you feel like putty in his hands. “Because I don’t give a damn about how young we are, or what anyone else says, we’re so good together. So, can we at least make that promise? To never forget?”

Your eyes trail over to look at his pinky, which’s now extended out towards you, waiting for you to seal the promise, and you can’t help but let a few tears fall. “Of course,” you agree, locking your pinky with his. You share melancholy smiles, sealing that promise to each other before letting go. “I love you so much JJ Maybank,” you murmur, gently pulling the boy into a tight hug. It feels like an unofficial goodbye like you’re both leaving that piece of yourselves in this room once you part. You’re convinced that it should hurt more than it does, but somehow knowing that there’s a pact made specifically to remember makes it a whole lot lighter. 

JJ’s hands capture your flushed cheeks again as his lips meet your own, clearly sealing the deal. 

‘Cause you were mine for the summer now we know it’s nearly over feels like snow in September  But I always will remember  You were my summer love You always will be my summer love

JJ is struggling to come to terms with the fact that you’re leaving; the fact that your love story is coming to an end. He tried to hide it, but it’s evident. You can see it. Hell, you’re convinced that the entire island can see it. You’ve watched his smile falter and his eyes fill with involuntary tears more times than you can count when you’ve been out with the pogues. He’ll let out shaky sighs before pulling it together, mimicking his hands that wordlessly pull you closer to him.

You’d be lying if you said that you’re not struggling with that reality too. The days are slowly ticking away and you can’t shake the overwhelming sadness that you feel because of it. The hole in your chest slowly grows deeper as the day you leave gets closer and closer, and you find yourself scrambling to grasp on to life you have built in the months you’ve been in Outer Banks.

“You okay love,” you question quietly, your lips brushing his ear as the fire in front of you crackles softly. He leans his head against yours, a gentle sigh falling from his lips before he nods.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “Just trying to soak up the time I spend with you and the pogues. Don’t want it to change.” His lips press a gentle kiss against your shoulder making your heart melt.

“Same,” you sigh, looking over at your friends before making eye contact with Kie. She shoots you a subtle wink before shifting her attention back to John B and Sara. “I don’t want to let any of it go. I know it’s coming to an end, but I don’t want to accept it.”

“I refuse to,” he admits, causing you to giggle in agreement. “I’m never going to forget this summer.”

“Me either,” you agree, relaxing into his embrace. “This has been the best summer I’ve ever had. I definitely have you to thank for that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh absolutely. This summer would’ve been such a drag without my summer love,” you tell him, nudging him with your shoulder to help make light of the situation.

Wish that we could be alone now if we could find someplace to hide make the last time just like the first time push a button and rewind

You curl up next to JJ, giggling at John B and Pope who are roughhousing on the sand in front of you.

“Don’t take that Pope, show him who’s boss,” JJ encourages from beside you. He nearly howls when Pope gains the upper hand, throwing John B on the sand. John B grunts, wiggling around in an attempt to get out from under him.

“Boys,” Sara whispers in your ear, rolling her eyes in amusement. You match her actions, laughing as Kie comes walking up to the group with a cooler clutched tightly in her hands.

“Oh I see how it is. You force me to do all the heavy lifting while you guys roll around in the sand,” she quips, dropping the cooler on the ground before grabbing a few drinks for you, Sara, and JJ. Pope and John B ignore her comment for a minute, before John B finally accepts defeat forcing the other boy to jump up in victory.

“Way to be a sore winner Pope,” John B huffs, slightly out of breath as Sara helps him out of the sand.

“Okay so, I know we’ve only got a few more Pogue hangouts with Y/n,” Kie begins, letting Pope take a sip from the bottle in her hands. “So I thought we could end the summer with a bang and have a going-away kegger with everyone. One last hoorah before JJ’s better half leaves. What do we think?”

Agreements quickly circulate around the circle, everyone’s eyes expectantly turning to you and JJ. You smile at all of them before tilting your head to look at the blond, who was already staring back at you.

“You guys know I can’t say no to a party, count us in,”JJ chimes in, gently squeezing your knee.

“Yeah, I think it’s a good way to end the summer,” you agree, smiling at all of them. You tune their cheers of joy out quickly, your mind getting slightly foggy due to the realization that JJ isn’t the only one you’re leaving behind. Part of you wants to sneak away with him, and squeeze in the most one-on-one time as humanly possible, while the other part of you wants to spend every minute with the whole group that you quickly considered family. “I mean, I started out my summer by meeting all of you at a kegger, I think it’s only appropriate that we end it in the same way.”

Don’t say the word that’s on your lips don’t look at me that way just promise you’ll remember when the sky is grey

“JJ, listen. You know I love you. You know I don’t want anything to change, but maybe waiting is just making this harder on both of us. Maybe we should just end thi-.”

“Don’t,” JJ cuts you off, immediately shutting you down before you can continue. “You’re not doing this right now. I’m not trying to be a dick, but we’re not ending this until you get on that ferry. Until then, we’re not even thinking about uttering the words goodbye yet. Understood?”

A tearful sigh falls from your lips before they press into a thin line. “Understood,” you agree, meeting his gaze with a pout. You move to cover your face with your hands, trying to eliminate the pool in your eyes before he sees, but he stops you. His hands tangle with yours, softly forcing your to look at him. To your surprise, his ocean eyes are swimming with tears as well.

“I get you for the rest of the summer dammit,” he cackles, making light of the situation as the two of you chuckle softly. He then pulls you into his comforting embrace, hugging you close to his chest while you rest in a silent understanding, being able to cherish the moment in a different way.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” you mumble under your breath, comfortable in your position against his chest.

“Like what love,” he questions, resting his chin on your head.

“With your sad puppy dog eyes, it breaks my heart. I can’t take it,” you breathe humorously but there’s a hint of seriousness in your tone as well. “It makes me feel like someone’s dying, and that’s not the case. I’ll still be around, even when the skies are grey and I’m a million miles away.”

So please don’t make this any harder we can’t take this any farther And I know there’s nothing that I wanna change

“Wait, Y/n wait,” you hear behind you, forcing you to spin towards the familiar voice as a blonde blur serves through the crowd of people boarding the ferry.

“JJ, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work? Why are yo-.”

“Stay with me. God, I know I sound crazy but just stay here with me. We can talk to your parents. You could stay with your aunt until you graduate. We can figure this out, but God please don’t leave me,” he cuts you off, eyes wild as he clumsily fumbles over his words.

“JJ, you know I want to but-.”

“But what Y/n? You said it yourself, this has been the best summer you’ve ever had, and dammit it’s been the one I’ve ever had too. You hate it back home, and your parents know that. I’m sure they’d rather you be somewhere that you’re happy, right?” He pleads with you, his voice calm with a hint of desperation as he tries to convince you to agree.

“Of course they want me to be happy, but they’ll never agree to letting me stay here. I had to fight like hell just to get away for the summer,” you explain, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat. “I want nothing more than to stay, you know that, but I can’t.” You take a moment to breathe, allowing your hand to cup his cheek delicately as your eyes plea for him to let it go. “Please, don’t make this any harder.”

“Y/n, please,” he begs, his hopeful demeanor crumbling in front of you. “I swear we could figure it out. I mean, your aunt loves me. We could convince her to talk to them. We don’t have to say goodbye.”

“Love, I’ve already tried,” you murmur, eyes locked with his sadly. “She already called them, and they declined. This can’t go any father.”

His shoulders slump in defeat, accompanied by a long sigh. “Okay,” he breathes, nodding gently. “Okay.” He pulls you against his chest, holding you against him gently. “I just didn’t want anything to change.” His lips press a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as you nuzzle into him.

“I don’t either,” you huff, tears pricking at the back of your eyes again. “I hate that I have to say goodbye, but I want you to know that I wouldn’t change anything that happened this summer. Not even that time that you nearly broke my leg during the three legged race at the fair.”

“Babe, I told you that we were going to win. It’s not my fault that you’re so slow,” You both burst into a fit of sad giggles, smiling at the memory.

“Last call for those boarding the ferry,” echoes over the loud speaker, cutting the sweet moment short.

“That’s your cue,” he tells you, pulling away so he can look at you.

“That’s my cue,” you repeat, sadly smiling at him. “I love you. Don’t forget about me, okay?”

“I could never,” he promises, pecking your forehead. “I love you. Feel free to write me and tell me all about your crazy life on the mainland.”

“Okay, JJ,” you smile. He leans down and presses a passionate kiss against your lips, seemingly putting all of his emotion from the past several months into it.

“Alright kid, you’ve got a ferry to catch,” he announces, giving you one last hug before spinning you towards the entrance of the boat. “Be safe out there.”

With that, you pull him in for one last kiss as a final goodbye and he sends you on your way. One of his old necklaces dangles from you neck as you walk away, fighting to not look back. You know if you look back before you’re on the boat, you’ll crumble and you’re not sure either of you can handle that.

Yet, as soon as your feet touch the boat, you’re spinning around to look at him again, half expecting him to have walked away already. He stands stands several feet away with his hands shoved in his pockets, eyes squinted at you due to the sun. He shoots you a playful wink, blowing you a kiss. You wave one last time as the boat begins pulling away from the dock, beginning the trek back to the mainland.

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Soooo, I’m posting for the first time in a LONG time. This definitely isn’t my best work buuut I thought it’d be fun to put something out there after being gone for so long. I hope you guys like it! Feel free to send requests and feedback if you’d like!

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

“Apparently, calling my aunt a “heinous bitch” was not a good thing to do at Christmas dinner and now my entire family is mad at me.” Literally anyone I want to see what you come up with lol

Cursing and Alcohol in here . . . typically mayhem with the Newsies.

Christmas Eve, Medda’s House

“So why are you gracing us with your presence?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair, cocking an eyebrow at Race and Spot. “Weren’t you going to someone’s house for Christmas Eve?”

They had shown up 20 minutes before dinner was served with a plate of hastily decorated sugar cookies and a basket of Crescent Rolls.

“Apparently, calling my aunt a “heinous bitch” was not a good thing to do at Christmas dinner and now my entire family is mad at me.” Spot spoke up, before taking a sip of his beer.

Medda tisked from the end of the table, shaking her head. “Christmas is a time for family. Their loss and our gain.”

“Speak for yourself, momma. I was actually looking forward to the quietness that’s not Spot and Race combined.” Jack grinned.

Kat reached over and smacked her husband, giving him a look. “Behave, Jack.”

“I just voiced it; you all were thinking it.” Jack said, looking around the table at his siblings.

Kat looked around the table and giggled to herself. Frankly, Crutchie and Smalls were busy eating while Albert and Finch were talking amongst themselves. Romeo’s eyes lit up at something Specs had said. “No one’s paying attention to you Jack.”

Pointing his fork in Small’s direction, Jack grinned at his younger sister. “No one asked you pipsqueak.”

“That nickname is like ten years old, grow up Jackie boy.” Small stuck her tongue out at him, grinning. “Hard to believe you’ll be a dad soon.”

Jack’s eyes went wide, as a grin slid across his face. “And that’s why we still call you pipsqueak. I take offense to the dad comment.”

“No one can believe you’re going to be a dad.” Spot piped up, looking between him and Kat. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone believed you actually proposed to Kat.”

“Anyways . . . sorry momma for showing up unexpectedly.” Race raised his voice, looking between Jack and Medda.

She waved him off. “You know you’re always welcome here, baby.”

“No one likes a suck up, Racer.” Romeo spoke up, as everyone’s eyes drifted to his and Specs’ end of the table.

Race stuck his tongue out at Romeo. “No one asked you Romeo! Go back looking all wide eyed lovey dovey at Specs.”

Medda sighed, shaking her head. “I think I liked it better when you all were teenagers and you didn’t say two words to one another.”

“Oh momma, you love us.” Crutchie spoke up, grinning at her.

Shaking her head, she took a sip from her wine glass, raising her eyebrows. “I will say that the house is definitely more quiet now that everyone but Smalls has moved out.”

“Awww, momma. Are you telling us you miss us?” Albert spoke up, eyes grinning with mischief.

Smalls shook her head, hand hitting the table. “No, no, no. Momma and I are just fine on our own. You five cause enough mischief and mayhem that a quiet house is exactly what we need.”

“I mean, we could all come visit for a long weekend before the baby comes.” Jack suggested, looking around the table at his brothers with a wicked grin on his face.

Smalls threw her head back and groaned. “I’m going to Itey’s for the weekend if that happens.”

“Wait . . .” Spot looked at his sister-in-law with wide eyes. “Itey?”

Her eyes went wide as a “shit” escaped her mouth. “Now Spot, you’re my favorite brother-in-law by far.”

Specs and Finch both argued, looking between the two. Small put up her hand, looking at Spot only. “Itey said he would talk with you but we’ve been together for the last few months.”

Itey was Spot’s adopted brother and the two were close, despite their eight year difference. “I just spoke with him this week and he didn’t say anything to me.”

“Look, I’m sorry that you’re finding about this now but I really like him and he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” Smalls said as her brother’s made sounds of protest. Smalls gave them a look, staring them down. “He’s been good to me, so back down momma bears. Momma likes him and she approves and she’s the only one that I ran it past.”

Spot gave her a look, trying to figure out if she was lying or not. Nodding, he smiled at her. “I’ll give him hell for not telling me.”

The table relaxed as the Race pulled Albert into a conversation while Spot looked at Kat. “How much longer do you have?”

“January 18th is the due date.” She grinned, patting her expanded stomach. “We’re just excited that they’ll be here.”

“Any names picked out?” Specs looked over at them.

Kat and Jack traded looks. “We’ve got a few picked out . . . your brother keeps vetoing the names.”

“She’s doing all the work; she should be vetoing your votes, Jackie.” Small scoffed, looking at her big brother.

Kat looked at her husband pointedly while pointing to his sister. “Thank you, that’s what I’ve been saying all along.”

“If the baby is a boy, she wants to name him Sebastian . . . it’s like he’s some lobster.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Of course I vetoed that one.”

Kat’s eyes went wide. “Like you’re not any better. If the baby is a girl, you want to name her Genevive.”

“Please tell me we’ll get to give him or her nicknames, despite what you name them?” Race asked, looking between Jack and Kat.

Kat glared at Jack. “That’s why I’m trying to pick names that can be shortened into nicknames but your brother keeps vetoing them.”

“At least the middle names are set.” Jack said, throwing his arm over the back of Kat’s chair.

Crutchie’s eyes lit up. “Are we allowed to know that?”

Jack looked at Kat, shrugging. She grinned, nodding. “Elizabeth after her grandmother or Robert after my father.”

Medda grinned, cooing slightly. “Perfect middle names that will go with almost any name.”

“If only we can settle on first names.” Kat sighed, leaning back in her chair. “They’ll be here before we know it.”

Race looked over at Jack. “Can I throw Anthony into the pot?”

“No!” Jack shook his head, as Kat giggled from his side. “One of you is bad enough . . . don’t need another one in my life. Besides, you’ll be their uncle and that’s enough mayhem.”

Medda chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ll know the perfect name when you lay eyes on them for the first time. Don’t fret too much, it’ll come to you.”

“Thanks momma.” Kat smiled at her.

Before long, dinner was cleaned up and put away before they all settled around the Christmas tree in the living room. “So momma, as tradition usually goes, here’s your gift from us.”

Every year, the boys and Smalls got together to get Medda one big gift. They started doing that after they were all adopted. She still got little individual gifts from each of the couples but the big gift was the only gift that was exchanged on Christmas Eve.

Medda’s eyes went wide at the big box as it was slid out from behind the tree. As usual, she was tight lipped about what she truly wanted for the holiday, insisting that time as a family was the best present she could ever ask for.

Grabbing a corner of the wrapping paper, she let out a gasp as she saw the box. It was a KitchenAid Mixer that she had dropped many hints about wanting. Only, Smalls was the one that picked up on it, as none of the boys did. “Oh my, this is perfect.”

“Smalls picked out the color so if you don’t like it, blame her.” Romeo piped up, an oomph escaping his mouth when his younger sister pushed him.

Medda grinned at the deep navy blue mixer before looking at each of her kids. “Thank you. I love the color and I have the perfect space on the counter that this will fit quite nicely in.”

She stood up, tugging each into a hug with a kiss on the cheek before sitting back down with a sigh. “Are you all ready for the next part of the night?”

Another favorite family tradition was one she started when Race was officially adopted into the house, after Jack and Albert. She got a bunch of board games and they played until the boys fell asleep on the floor. Throughout the years, while adding to the family, it’s gotten more and more chaotic. Now they sat around the table and played games, enjoying the company. If you asked any of them, some of their most cherished memories were Christmas Eve game night.

“What are we starting with?” Jack raised an eyebrow, already heading to the game closest to get the designated game.

“Apples to Apples.” Albet called, as the group groaned. Albert somehow always managed to kick their butts at the game.

Jack chuckled, grabbing both the regular version and the extended version of the game before walking back to the living room. Everyone was scattered around so he quickly set it up on the coffee table, motioning everyone to grab their own cards.

The group fell into silence as Jack flipped over a green card. “The first word is Dysfunctional - impaired, damaged and maladjusted.”

“Too bad we can throw Jack’s name in.” Race quipped before a yelp escaped his mouth as Kat pinched his side.

Jack laughed, winking at Kat. “Thanks Kat!”

“Anytime!” She grinned, holding up her cards to pick a red card.

Jack gathered all the red cards that were thrown in before reading them aloud. He quickly threw out three, “The Cold War”, “John F. Kennedy”, and “Blue Jays”, looking around the circle. “Y’all are weird.”

“Just pick one, Jack.” Spot complained as Jack re-read the cards back.

Holding up one, Jack grinned. “Elephants.”

Finch cheered as Jack handed over the green card to him. “So who put in The Cold War and John F. Kennedy?”

Race and Albert both raised their hands as they high fived. “It was a shit card and I was hoping you’d go weird instead of serious.”

“Gotta know your guesser, gents.” Finch grinned as they all picked a red card while Kat picked a green card.

“Outrageous is our next green word.” Kat held up the green card. “Shocking, Scandalous, disgraceful.”

She watched as the group threw in their cards before picking them all up. Reviewing them, she threw her head back and laughed at a few. “Alright, we’ve got Sunday Drivers, Stubbed Toes, Hair transplants, pond scum, my refrigerator, underwear, Abraham Lincoln, Judge Judy, and blood. Wow . . . there’s only one true answer to this . . . pond scum.”

“Yeah baby!” Spot high fived her, gladly accepting the green card from her as she laughed.

The game continued with Chain Letters winning Funny (Romeo), Assembly Lines winning Whimsical (Jack), and Electricity winning Fun (Race). It was soon Medda’s turn to pick a green card. “The next one is Edgy - irritable, nervous, tense.”

Watching everyone throw in a card, she watched Race chuckle to himself. Secretly, she was scared to see what he threw in. “Alright, everyone in? So we’ve got bungee jumping, picking your nose, noisy neighbors, assault and battery, hiccups, buying a house, gang members, NASCAR, and skunks. I’m going to have to go with skunks.”

“Thanks momma!” Race plucked the green card from her hands with a grin.

Smalls rolled her eyes at her brother before picking her own green card. “Warm and Fuzzy - kindhearted, loving, affectionate, aka none of my brothers.”

“See if there’s anything under the tree from us in the morning.” Albert pointed at her as Jack, Cruchie, Romeo, and Race all nodded.

“Moving on . . . throw your cards in, you heathens.” Smalls said, trying to move along the game.

She watched them throw their red cards in before scoping them all up and shuffling them. “So we got carnival workers, velcro, my body, do I need to remind you I’m your sister, ugh . . . oral surgery, reading a book, breaking and entering, fuzz, a tree house, and baby showers.”

She read them all again, biting her lip before sighing. “Gotta go with baby showers.”

Kat cheered, doing a little dance from where she sat. “Thanks Small. Who put in “my body”?”

The silence was deafening as everyone looked at one another before Albert pulled a green card. “That’s probably better left unsaid who threw it in. The next green card is Aged - old, ancient, mature.”

Once all the cards were thrown in, Albert gathered them. With an eyebrow raised, he started reading through them. “Leeches, pyramids, freshwater pearls, the Grand Canyon, My Love Life, Fred Flintstone, London, Diamonds, and Mount Rushmore . . . wow did you all just decide to dump your shit cards in this round?”

“Best way to get rid of them.” Race grinned. “Besides, you picked a shit green card.”

Everyone murmured their agreeance as Albert continued to stare at the red cards.

“Uhhh . . . I’m leaning towards two.” Albert ran his hand down his chin as he reviewed the two choices. “I’m going to go with My Love Life.”

“Thanks Albie!” Race grabbed the green card, laughing wildly.

Spot looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Should I take offense to that?”

“Hell no . . .all I meant was that you’re older than me so you’re aged like fine wine.” Race shrugged, leaning over and capturing Spot’s lips in a kiss. “Hmmmm . . . fine wine dear sir.”

His sibling erupted in various gags and complaints as they all moved to shove Spot and Race apart.

“I think we’re done with Apples to Apples.” Medda said, giving her children a glance. “What’s next?”

As they argued between Pictionary and Catch Phrases, Medda sat back in her chair and had the biggest smile on her face. She was glad all of her children and their significant others were all safe, sound, and in one place, even though they were causing a big ruckus; she wouldn’t have it any other way.

So I may have been flipping through Apples to Apples cards to help me out in this section. Feedback would be wonderful and amazing. Thanks @deliciouspeachpirate for sending this in! Feedback would be amazing and much appreciated!!!