#maybe I’ll use my Christmas bonus to pay for it???

[f1idk]

I really want Yuki merch but $200 feels like a bit too much-

Do I get it????

[chuluoyi]

noooo 😭😭 who you gonna use the s-chips on then 😭

UNHOLY BLOOD!!! It's my 1st Vampire-related manhwa and it's so good!!! Hayan is such a GIRLBOSS! I LOVE THE MAGICIAN DUDE AND HIS LION 🥹🥹🥹 But yes Euntae and Hayan's relationship was too slow I couldn't take it... But at least they had such a cute relationship at the end 🫶🏻

do you know the manga artist has a new webtoon? I'm not sure what it's called but I heard it's good! I've yet to read it myself... On another note, I love the art so much it's so unique and different from other manhwas!

And hmm few of my faves are "Death is the only end for the villainess", "No longer a heroine!", and "The Couple breaker". The last 2 are by the same artist! The 1st is a regular "I died and was reincarnated as a villainess" kind of story, BUT It has a twist! It's in an otome game instead of a storybook! Quite interesting... The 2nd is based on the life of an actress. It's pretty realistic and is a little dark... Not much romance tho...The last is really drama HAHAH It's crazy like the name says it all. As for childhood friends to lovers, I recommend "The Secret Bedroom of a Dejected Royal Daughter". It's a little bit enemies to lovers too. And it has 18+ Scenes 😁🤭 That's a bonus.

For status?! Honestly I don't get how that works LIKE you don't feel anything for him? And yeah! I agree that we definitely want the real thing. Woahh but 23 isn't that bad! Exactly I don't wanr boys I want men.

And HAHAHA don't worry bae you're not lecturing at all! I kinda like it when people give me advice.

It's not hot but it's too rainy 😭 I love the rain but I'm on school break now and I wanna go out with my friends 🫠

HAHAHAH I FEEL YOU OMG! Like its so gut-wretching and painful but IT FEELS SO GOOD TO READ!

Impulse buying HAHAH Makeup ain't Impulse buying it's a necessity 🫶🏻 WOAH 10 EPS IS A LOT- My best was like 4 eps maybe HAHAHHA

Omg You're so right my Twitter was always untouched until I started receiving notifs of Gojo being alive theories... And Gege continues toying with us till the very end...

AHHAHA To be fair I started Aot cause of Levi like PLS HE'S SO HOT idc if he's like 8cm shorter than me- But it's really ... complicated.... Too complicated for my liking...I understand where your girl friends are coming from ...

HAHAHAHA Karma hitting him hardddd

Also Karma is the guy on the screen (Gojo) coming straight home to youuuuu [If you listen to Taylor Swift you'll understand haha]

Also I flunked my excel exam... Idk why I have this module it sucks cause I'm not tech savvy... I think I aced my accounting test tho so that's good! Thanks for believing in me tho 😭😭😭 so touched rn..

We'd PAY to be Suguru's monkeys 🐒 🙈

Lmk once you read it omg I wanna know what happens I LOVE this AU it's so cute!

And hang in there, Chu!!!! You can do it!! Ik its already Saturday but still!!! Atb for next week babe!!

p.s. so sorry I took so long to reply, I'm overseas now...

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hii disco anon!! sorry for the late reply too i was just back from my weekend break!🥹

for christmas event?🥹 there must be a christmas event… right? i haven’t checked the chinese server yet but there must be! (#trust💁🏻‍♀️)

RIGHT it was so good and i’m glad i found people who also like them bcs my friends don’t seem to be interested😭 i know it’s so slowburn but the story is so great too. I KNOW I LOVE HIM TOO but wait i also forgot his name😭 but euntae is so hot i can’t—

really?! i’m looking into it now!! i really love her story and art so it must be good🤭

oooh i never have much affinity for isekai manga but now that you said it’s good then i’ll def check it out!!👀 i read no longer heroine too!! aaah that was so good i was on the edge of my seat every chapter🤧 and hey couple breaker seems interesting?? i’ll eat that up this weekend and oooh what’s that in the end👀👀 okay thank you sm for the recs!!🫶🏻

i have a rec too!! must be a happy ending! have you read it? the art is soooo majestic and the plot got me like 😩🥲🫣🤭 many times i love it so much from the start to the end!!

honestly i don’t really understand to till this day actually, but yeah she didn’t seem to like him that much because as she said it herself it was all out of “curiosity” which is a big red flag in and of itself💀 mind you not even a year later they broke up 🙄

(aww i’m glad you feel that way <3 when we’re close i tend to run off my mouth so…)

ahh school break!! i used to sleep in most of the time🤭🤭

it’s necessity for us but some boys are just too nosy *sigh* they be like “i love natural look!” and then be 🙃 when they see our bare face 😩 HAHAH yeah back when i had so much free time i spent it all on binge-watching🥲 do you have any show recs?? can be anything, even anime too!!

HAHAHHAA omg there’s this one twt account that always makes points about how gojo will live until this day 😭😭 i have accepted it by this point but evidently twitter nation is still going strong🥹

OMG SAME like i know levi but i didn’t know eren at firstt🤧🤧 he seems so cool and so fine (my bf 🙄 again at me when i mentioned that) even with one eye missing in the recent last part of aot too!!

OH YEAH I LISTEN TO HER THESE DAAAYS omg i must make a confession; her songs are the inspiration for my fics these days🥹🥹 like everything is so relatable and the tune are so easy to remember i love her songs 🫶🏻

ohmy i’m sorry🥺 i used to be sooo bad at excel (esp macros) too but ever since i’m following some yt tutorials i started getting better! and let me give you some shortcuts too:

chat gpt. believe it or not it works on codes! my friend who is a programmer cheats from chat gpt sometimes🥲 not totally recommended but it can be your last resort

excel forum. whenever i get confused regarding codes or formulas, i drop by the forum to ask. there are many kind people there! and most of their codes and formulas work too

whaa accounting!! i used to be so bad at it like i would tear my hair out to find “why are they not balanced?!” 😭😭 i love science subjects better🥹 and aw you’re welcome!!

i haven’t read the bakerlon card yet but i will tonight!! will update you once i do!!🥹

awww thank youuu disco anon!!😭🫶🏻 you’re so sweet thank you for interacting with me!!! and it’s totally okay! waaa i hope you enjoy your vacation!!✨

[sussex-nature-lover]

Monday 14 November 2022

City and Home

#triggerwarning one section contains distressing content

I’ve not been out and about in nature this past week. Generally busy and we had to go up to London for Crow to attend a hospital appointment there. It was his birthday and our son in law’s birthday too just two day’s later. All the men in our tiny family have November birthdays, isn’t that strange. The women, including Baby Nature Watcher are from near the end of March-August - spring and summer: my favourites, in that order.

So what have I found to post? A photo of people scaling to the top of the O2 in North Greenwich, formerly and somewhat infamously called The Millennium Dome, it’s turned from a white elephant to a busy entertainment and sports venue and this is just one of the additional things they offer. We’ve watched tennis there in the past and been to a couple of concerts (pre Covid) It’s super easy to get to and the tube station is large and spacious inside, which is always a bonus.

As we were walking towards it, I spotted our first Christmas tree of the year. Not terribly exciting, just lights. I wonder if they’re likely to add a star at the top or an angel? probably not now it’s in situ.

At the same location is what I’d still refer to as The Emirates cable car across the river Thames, only I noticed it’s not The Emirates now, it’s sponsored by IFS Cloud. You either pay at the ticket office, or use your Transport for London registered pay as you go card, which seems to be £1 cheaper. TFL charge £5 for a single journey or you can have a return for a bargainous £10 🤣

I imagine the views of the river and the London skyline are pretty good from either of the aerial attractions. Maybe one day I’ll be tempted to find out.

Skip now to the next line to avoid something you might rather not read

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Our return home on the train was delayed because schedules were knocked out after a person was sadly hit by a train, one of two on the same day just on the South Eastern network. I have to say all our thoughts were only with the poor people and their families and friends, not to mention the train drivers and emergency staff. I’m sure some never recover from such tragic events. 

In the UK the Samaritans can be reached 24 hours every day, by dialling 116 123 and offer support for everyone who needs their listening ear. I just felt I should flag that up as we hear about more people than ever before struggling with their lives and circumstances.

Railway staff worked hard trying to restore power and get trains to where they needed to be to get services running again. We had a stop over rather than door to door as usual, and a chap came to speak to us, he told us something I’d never thought about before, some of the tunnels on our line only accommodate certain trains because others are too wide. It’s never as simple as a break in the timetable and then everything back to normal. They also included additional stops on later running trains, which was fantastic for us because usually there’s only one train an hour to our home station. All thanks to them for handling a difficult day as best as possible.

That kind of shock makes me just want to be in our own four walls again and

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 I love it as we leave London and start to see the landscape change to the Kent and Sussex countryside. Here’s a quick view from the window as we rolled along.

Back on our own turf I stopped to record the sound of the water rushing through the woods, if you put your speakers up you’ll hear how forceful it is for such a narrow stream that not long ago was a dry mud path, but we got ‘video bombed’ by a couple of lovely singing birds too, so I’ll end this entry on a challenge, an easy one, to ID them.

*All today’s photos taken on my phone camera

[blueskrugs]

Jump Then Fall | Jack Hughes

I am eternally soft for this kid, okay. this is not the original birthweek fic I had planned for him, but it is a bonus Swift Fic because I couldn't help myself. enjoy while I work on getting my shit together for the summer!

tagging: @marcoscandellas @stlbluesbrat21 @dembenchboys @poltoncarayko @robthomissed @letmeplaytheblues @troubatrain @ayohockeycheck @blackwidowrising @aria253264 @antoineroussel @starswin @glassdanse @ch-ristiane @majdoline @nazdaddy @hockey-more-like

length: 2k words

High school relationships never worked out. That’s what they always told you, at least, when you and Jack were young and in love. And they were right, sort of. You’d broken up not long after you’d both graduated, with Jack off to be drafted and you off to college. Except you’d stayed close, texting and talking on the phone often once Jack had headed off to New Jersey. He was one of your best friends, and you were thankful he was still in your life, but you weren’t sure you’d ever stop loving him, not really.

I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

Saturday mornings always meant long phone calls with Jack. You’d both wake up early and make coffee before spending most of the morning on the phone, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes you wished more than anything that you could see his face, but you weren’t sure what would come spilling out of your mouth when you saw him.

One cold morning in December, you were pretty sure Jack had still been asleep when you called. His voice was slow and rough when he spoke, but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

When you heard him yawn, big enough his jaw cracked, you laughed. “Am I keeping you awake?” you asked.

Jack rushed to answer, “No, never.”

“Jack,” you warned.

Jack laughed. “We got in late last night, I’m just a little tired, I’m fine,” he told you.

“I can let you go back to sleep,” you said.

You heard Jack sit up on the other end of the line. “No way, absolutely not,” he said.

“We’re not even talking about anything important.” You’d mostly been stressing about the end of the semester.

“So? I like talking to you,” Jack argued.

You sighed. “You’re an idiot,” but it came out more fond than annoyed.

Somehow, that phone call lasted almost two more hours. Later, you wouldn’t remember what dumb thing you’d quipped that had made Jack burst out laughing, but you’d always remember the sound of that laugh. You’d wished you’d been able to record it, to have it to listen to on rough days, on days you missed Jack a little extra.

I hear the words but all I can think is We should be together

Jack was telling some story about his teammates. You were only half-listening, paying more attention to his face as he talked. It was late, and Quinn and Jack were home for Christmas. You and the three Hughes boys had taken over the basement for the night. Quinn and Luke were sprawled out on the couch opposite you, and you were buried under several blankets with your feet in Jack’s lap. He was using one hand to help illustrate his story, but the other was resting on your ankle, warm despite the chill outside, his thumb absently rubbing against your bare skin.

Quinn threw a balled up napkin at you, jolting you back to reality. “What’re you thinking about over there?” he asked.

“What?” You threw the napkin back at Quinn.

Luke chimed in, “Yeah, Jack’s not that funny, there’s no way you’re smiling at him.”

“Hey!” Jack protested. You dug your heel into his thigh, and he turned to grin at you.

You hadn’t even realized you were smiling. You always seemed to be smiling when you were around Jack, you couldn’t help it.

“Just missed you guys,” you said, grinning back at Jack.

Jack squeezed your ankle and went back to telling his story. You still weren’t listening.

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh

When Jack first started growing his hair out, you hated it.

“No, why,” you said the first time you saw him that summer. Luke laughed from somewhere behind you.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You love my hair.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I’ve changed my mind,” you said.

Jack squawked, outraged and offended. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close as you giggled and tried to get away. “You’ll pay for that,” he told you. You dug your elbow into his ribs until he let go of you.

Later that night found the two of you left alone near the bonfire as the sun went down.

“Hey,” Jack said. You locked your phone and tilted your head back to look up at him upside down. “Do you really not like the hair?” he asked.

You snorted. “Would you cut it if I said I didn’t?” Jack shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. You sat up and twisted to look at Jack properly. “You wouldn’t, oh my God.” It was hard to tell, but he might’ve been blushing in the fading light,

“Just tell me the truth,” he said.

You looked at Jack, really looked at him. He was tan, a new burst of freckles dusted across his nose. He’d shoved a hat on since you’d first seen him earlier in the day, but you could still see how his hair was just beginning to curl at the ends past the nape of his neck. Jack stared back at you, blue eyes dark.

“I guess I could get used to it,” you said.

Honestly, you were so gone for him, you were pretty sure you’d end up still liking him no matter what he looked like.

When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you

Sometimes you didn’t know how Jack put up with it all. From losing streaks to being called a draft bust to people questioning whether he was capable of being a leader, there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t have to deal with some bullshit. You knew it wasn’t easy, but he rarely let it get to him. Rarely, but not never.

It didn’t surprise you when your phone rang after a rough game. You answered the FaceTime call without thinking about it, smiling softly when Jack’s face filled your screen. He looked tired, dark bags under his eyes and his hair hanging limply in his face.

“Hi, bud,” you said.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, long and loud, scrubbing his free hand across his face. You’d been able to watch the game, had watched the blowout happen in real time, just another loss in this skid, in a season that had started out promising for once.

“I’m tired,” Jack whined.

“You look like shit,” you told him. Jack stuck his tongue out at you. “Do I need to get Ty to delete Twitter off your phone again?” you asked. Jack rolled his eyes, but you weren’t joking.

“No, I just-” Jack rubbed his eyes again. “Did you see what my plus-minus was tonight?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh my God, no, we’re not doing this,” you said. Sometimes Jack wanted to forget everything about a shitty game, but other nights he got frustrated and wanted to pick apart every mistake he’d made on the ice. You dragged your laptop closer to you. “C’mon, open your Netflix, we’re watching a movie.”

There was some scuffling on the other end, with Jack accidentally pointing his phone at the ceiling. “Fine, but I get to pick,” he said.

You argued half-heartedly with him for a while, but he won in the end, and you settled on some movie you’d both seen a dozen times. It was quiet while you watched, a comfortable silence, heavy with familiarity.

“Hey,” Jack said lowly as the end credits rolled later. You’d been half-sure Jack had fallen asleep on you. “Thanks.”

You smiled tiredly at him. It was late, and dark in his room, and you could barely make out his blurry form on your phone. “Anytime, Jacky,” you said, but you meant, “I love you.”

You can jump then fall, jump then fall Jump then fall into me, into me, yeah

Your doorbell rang one morning in early May. When you pulled open the front door, there was Jack, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket, standing on your parent’s front porch.

“I thought you weren’t coming home for a few weeks still,” you said, leaning against the door frame. The Devils season was over, but Jack had told you he was planning on sticking around for a while or traveling some before coming home for the summer.

Jack took one of his hands out of his pocket and ran it nervously through his hair. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, instead of responding to your non-question.

You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d known Jack for years, and you could probably count on one hand the number of times you’d seen him be nervous. “Well, don’t hurt yourself with that, bud,” you told him.

He made a face at you, but it also got him to smile. “Will you just let me-” he started, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s go inside,” you said, stepping back to let Jack follow you into the house.

In the living room, the TV show you had been watching was still paused, but you both ignored it. You sat back on the couch, but Jack stayed standing, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You’re freaking me out a little, Jacky,” you said.

Jack sighed and sat on the floor in front of you, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. “I miss you,” he said.

“Jack, we talk every day,” you told him. “I’m right here,” you added softly.

Jack huffed and ran his hands through his hair again. He laid back for a moment, staring silently up at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned above you.

“Have you ever thought about getting back together?” he asked when he sat back up.

You thought about it a lot, actually, but you just said, “Yeah.”

“Do you think we could do it?” Jack asked next.

You hesitated on that one. You’d thought that, maybe, you could’ve made it back when you were in high school, but things were so different now. You’d listened to the opinions of others so much back then, had broken up in part because you thought that it was inevitable anyway. Could you make it through all that again? You still had a few years until you graduated, and New Jersey wasn’t exactly close.

Then again, you two were as close as ever. Jack had only missed a handful of your Saturday morning phone calls, and it was always just because of hockey. He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, looking nervous as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Jack’s face fell a little. “Do you think we could try?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, just as honestly. You’d never been good at saying no to Jack, anyway.

Jack beamed, and you knew exactly why you still loved him after all this time. Jack leaned forward and tugged at your foot. “Hey, come down here,” he whined. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Or you could come up here?” Jack tugged harder. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking needy,” you laughed, but you slid off the couch and let Jack pull you into his lap.

His hands went to your waist, sliding under your T-shirt, and he smiled smugly up at you. “Hi.”

You pressed a kiss to his nose. “Hi,” you said back.

“Uh-uh, you can do better than that.” A kiss to his cheek. Jack rolled his eyes and put one of his hands on your cheek to drag you in for a real kiss. “That’s better,” he whispered, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.

[strawwritesfic]

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Female!Stark!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 6]

Summary: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the best laid plans of teenagers even more so.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Two -- Teenage Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; two underage people having consensual sex off the page; teenage pregnancy; family drama; mixed families; teenage cruelty; discussion of abortion; discussion of adoption; foul language; crude humor; postpartum depression; Stark!Reader; Lila & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female!Reader; Tony/Pepper; Happy/May; Steve/Bucky; Clint/Laura; past!Tony/Reader’s Mom

Tag List: @imaginesfire​, @plutoneu​

Master List

Chapter 6: Starting to Show

“Please, Dad.”

“I already told you the answer is no.”

“But—”

“No ‘buts,’ [Name]. You are grounded, remember? Indefinitely. Maybe even forever.”

“I know. I’m not asking you to let me go home with him or anything. He hasn’t said a single word to me since Christmas Eve.”

“That’s just too bad. I thought the kid had enough courage to break up with you in person at least.”

“Please. Just let me talk to him for five minutes? Maybe if you aren’t in the same room as us…”

“Rules are rules, much as it pains me to hear myself say it. You have to have an adult with you at all times if you want to talk to Peter, and there’s no one available to watch you right now.”

“I’ll do it,” said a new voice.

What had been a semi-private phone call between yourself and your father became all of a sudden very public. You had forgotten, in the heat of the argument, that another of the terms of your punishment was that every call you made had to be put on speaker.

Piping everything through the car speakers had been going on for a little over two months—enough time to get you used to hearing your dad like that when he called you every single day on your way home from school. Thank God Happy had reminded you that he was there, too, before you informed your father of all the ways you felt too physically terrible to even consider kissing Peter. Happy didn’t really need to hear the gory details of your changing body, especially after coming to your rescue like that.

“Happy?” your dad asked incredulously. Apparently he’d forgotten he was having his driver listen in on your calls, too.

Happy drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. “Yeah. I’ll chaperone.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I’m already here, and if I have to listen to you guys go on about this for another six months, I’m going to have to find another job.”

“You’re already where?”

“I already drove to Midtown High.”

With a sharp inhale, you looked up. So involved with your begging had you been that you hadn’t realized that Happy wasn’t driving you straight back to Avengers Tower, nor that he’d been in a parking spot all this time.

Midtown School of Science and Technology sat before you. Hundreds of other kids—normal, happy kids—surged out of its front doors. You wondered if any of those kids were Peter, but after so many days of trying to convince your father to let you be there, you found yourself unable to stomach looking at any student’s face too hard.

“Whatever she’s paying you, Happy, I’ll double it,” your dad said over the phone.

“Haha. Very funny. Look, she’s played along this long. Give the kid one reason to live, why don’t you?” Happy asked in his usual grumpy tone.

“If you’re about to tell me you’re getting all fatherly because you and May are expecting, too—”

“Goodbye, Mr. Stark. I’ll have your daughter home well before dark. I won’t let her out of my sight.”

Happy yanked the phone from your hand before you could register what was happening. If he could have tossed it out the window to be crushed by a passing bus, he probably would have. He contented himself by just hitting the disconnect button before your father could say anything more suggestive. You gaped at him.

“Well?” said Happy. “Are you going to go find Peter or not? I do have better things to do with my time, you know.”

“Aren’t you…coming with me?” you asked.

“I’d rather not leave this car unsupervised in a high school parking lot. Just don’t go far, all right?”

Part of you didn’t want to go anywhere at all. Happy was doing you a major favor, though, so you did not argue. In silence, you unhooked your seat belt and opened the passenger door. Doing so let all the familiar high school noise in. The sound of it almost made you blanch. Normal. These kids were normal. What were you doing, pretending you were normal, too?

Happy cleared his throat. Flustered, you shoved yourself out onto the asphalt. You teetered for a moment and unthinkingly placed a hand on your stomach as though to protect it from a fall.

This did nothing to encourage you. Only three months pregnant and already you looked it. Your palm brushed against the swell between your hips without any effort at all. It didn’t help that your school uniform didn’t exactly tend toward maternity wear. Every single person at Peter’s school was going to see your ballooning stomach, you just knew it.

The important thing to remember was that you had finally made it there. Weeks of wheedling and whining, and now you stood on the grounds you’d so longed for. Peter could avoid your text messages and phone calls. He could choose to be so busy training with the Avengers that he had no time to see you. What he could not do was refuse to see you face to face.

Only what were you expecting? Midtown High was huge! Wandering through the halls was not likely to send you directly into the path of the one boy you wanted to see. In fact, it was a good way to get a bunch of people to notice Tony Stark’s pregnant daughter was there, something that would not be good for Peter’s secret identity.

You steeled yourself. If all else failed, you would walk to the school office and have someone there call him in. Sure, it would be embarrassing for both of you, but you were used to going to great lengths to get what you wanted, whether that be a meeting with your legendary father or sex with the first boy you’d ever loved. Pregnancy hadn’t twisted that up…yet.

All the same, you wished you had something to hold up over your stomach as you made your slow way through the crowd of students headed for the buses. Only just beginning to show still meant showing. Your father wasn’t likely to give you a single iota of sympathy if someone here—

There! Coming right out the front doors was the boy you were looking for. He did not see you lurking next to a tree, because he was very involved in conversation with someone else: MJ. You knew better than to be jealous; it made you more like the catty girls at your school. Seeing your Peter smile at her like that when he hadn’t so much as offered you polite greetings in months still made your blood boil.

Ned stood at Peter’s side, and he noticed you. He held a hand up in an awkward wave. You waved back. That Peter had already told Ned the sordid truth was obvious. His dark brown eyes went straight to your stomach where they widened considerably. They did move quickly back to your face, though. Before he could embarrass himself further, Ned not-so-subtly elbowed Peter right in the ribs.

A silent play went on before your eyes. Peter clearly said, “What?” to Ned. You didn’t need to be a lip reader to see that. Then Ned pointed toward your tree. Curious, MJ followed his finger. She blinked when she saw you standing there. No wave came from her. Peter spotted you shortly after, his smile fading rapidly away as he did. MJ asked the boys something that Ned answered with a shrug and Peter a shake of his head. She stepped away, waved to them, and ducked back into the building.

You only derived some relief from her leaving, and that mostly because she didn’t kiss Peter goodbye. They’d had some sort of thing going on before you arrived on the scene. It wasn’t a complete stretch of the imagination to think he’d gone back to that sort of thing in his anger.

The thought of this sent a surge of tears to your eyes. You angrily wiped them away, certain that by the time you could see the front steps of the school again, Peter would have disappeared after MJ. He instead stood right in front of you. Ned seemed to have vanished, too.

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked.

You couldn’t help a sodden laugh. “Looking for you.”

“You shouldn’t have done that. You’re going to get in huge trouble. Mr. Stark—”

“Knows I’m here,” you assured him. “And we’re not here alone. Happy’s watching from the parking lot. See?”

He looked over at the parking lot. A sullen Happy waved from the front seat. Peter waved uncertainly back. When he returned his attention to you, he didn’t look much more relaxed. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. At my school.”

“Oh, come on, Peter. Isn’t it obvious?” Apparently not, given his frown. “We haven’t had a chance to talk since Christmas. Or, well, we’ve had a few chances, but you won’t talk to me. You won’t even answer my phone calls.”

“What are we supposed to be talking about?”

“Anything. I don’t care. Peter,” you took his hands in yours, “I miss you.”

His lips puckered like they always did when he was deep in thought, but you held your place, waiting for him to…what? Tell you that he missed you, too? Kiss you and make everything all right? Show you a single shred of the affection you so desired?

Clearly none of that was going to happen. You angrily threw his hands back to his sides.

“If you want to break up with me, just go ahead and do it,” you said.

“[Name]…”

“Or just go find MJ! She’s still waiting for you inside, right? And she’s smart. Let me guess, she’s actually on birth control—”

With alarming swiftness, Peter moved you physically over to the nearby table with attached benches.

You realized a little too late that you’d been screaming all that at him. Even if you were mad and had good reason to be suspicious of his relationship with MJ, saying that sort of thing about her loudly enough for other people to hear was completely out of line. No wonder she didn’t want anything to do with you. Guilt surged over you in a great wave. You bit your trembling lower lip, but it did you no good. The weeping began not long after.

God, you hated this! You hated giving the girls at your school another reason to loath and mock you. You hated being at odds with your father. You hated Peter avoiding you, the derisive articles on every celebrity blog known to man about how “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” and the fact that you couldn’t even poop ninety percent of the time. Most of all, you hated that you’d gone from a girl that babbled when she was nervous to someone who cried at the drop of a hat and shouted obscenities about girls who hadn’t made the stupid choices you had.

The table you were perched upon shifted as Peter sat down next to you. He was about to break up with you, and he had every right to do so. You were not just a horrible girlfriend, but a horrible human being to boot.

“I don’t want to break up with you,” he said quietly.

You did your best to take a deep enough breath that you would quit crying. All this did was make you snort loudly. “Then why won’t you talk to me?”

“I guess…I just don’t really know what to say.”

“About what?”

Sighing, he put his arm around your shoulders. You tipped your head onto his shoulder without a second thought, so grateful were you for this kind contact. “[Name], you decided to give away our baby.”

Our baby. Not your baby. Shame prickled heatedly up your spine; you lifted your head again to gaze at Peter in horror. Our baby.

It hadn’t occurred to you until just then that Peter really had anything to do with the baby outside of its initial conception. Your body was the one changing because of the baby, and you were doing your absolute best to ensure your life would be the only one changed, too. But Peter considered it his baby as well?

“I…I’m sorry, Peter.” You clutched at your baby bump through the fabric of your shirt. “I didn’t…We’re too young to raise a baby. I can’t ask Dad and Pepper to help, not when they’ve got Morgan on the way. And—and you have to keep being Spider-Man, and I can’t do it on my own. I just…thought adoption would be the best thing for everyone.”

Peter looked down at where your hand sat splayed across the plastic-covered mesh of the table. “We still should have talked about it first. And about the marriage. I just wish—”

“Yo, Parker!”

An unfamiliar voice boomed out across the schoolyard. You looked up to see a boy with dark, slicked back hair standing up in the driver’s seat of a silver Audi parked on the sidewalk. Several girls about your age sat in the other seats; several more stood around the vehicle. The boy himself wore an enormous, ugly smirk.

“Flash,” Peter muttered as he let you go.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Flash called. “Holy shit. Did you knock her up? Or do you just like kissing whales?”

“Shut up, Flash!” Peter hurled back at him.

“Bet you didn’t even knock her up yourself, Parker. You don’t have the balls! Hey baby,” he said to you. “If you’re still looking for a good time, I bet I can find a few friends for you. We’ll even pay you for your time. What’s your usual rate?”

Hot tears filled your eyes, but this time they were born of anger. You might have been pregnant, but you weren’t so far along that you couldn’t launch yourself off the table in Flash’s general direction.

Peter brought your forward momentum to a halt by grabbing your wrist. He was strong enough that he could keep you in place without pulling you backward. Your feet continued to move beneath you, but to no avail. The next thing you knew, you were jogging next to him towards Happy’s car. Peter flung the passenger side door open and practically tossed you inside before Happy could fully roll down the window.

“Get her home,” Peter said as he shut the door behind you. “Now, please.”

“Not that I take orders from you, but you got it,” said Happy.

“Wait! What about you?” you asked.

Peter had already shifted his attention over to Flash, who was laughing uproariously along with some of the girls lounging in and around his car.

“I’ll call you later,” Peter muttered.

“But—”

Happy rolled the window up and backed out of his parking spot without giving you a chance to finish your question. Peter turned away. You were left unable to do anything more than watch as he rolled up his sleeves and stalked over to Flash and his gang of giggling girls. Then your car turned a corner, hiding both boys from view.

“Hey. You okay?” Happy asked, not unkindly.

You didn’t answer. Why should you have had to? Wasn’t it obvious that you weren’t okay? You were fifteen and pregnant and enough of a slut that everyone at your (soon-to-be-ex-)boyfriend’s school could see it.

Though you’d thought so an awful lot throughout your life, now it was really true: Things could not get any worse. Better start mentally preparing for Peter’s phone call, you figured. If he actually bothered to talk to you ever again, he was going to call it quits with you this time for sure.

[rinkunokoisuru]

Happy Holidays

Sorry it’s so late… Happy holiday truce @phantom-phoenixx !

"Dude, I am so ready for Christmas vacation to start. A few weeks with no classes is just what I need."

Danny smirked at Tucker from where he was sitting at his desk, "As if you pay attention in class anyway. You're always messing around on your PDA." "Hey!" Tucker exclaimed as he clutched his device to his chest, "Charlotta helps me take notes, thank you very much."

"Calm down, Tuck. It was just a joke."

"What has you so chipper lately anyway, Danny? I thought you hated the holiday season," Sam looked at him in bemusement from her place on the bedroom floor. Danny looked away in thought for a moment, "I guess after what happened last year with the Ghostwriter, I'm just glad to get some time where I don't have to worry about any random ghost attacks. And that gives me the added bonus of getting to hang out with you guys without dragging you into any ghost stuff."

The trio smiled softly at the idea of getting a break from their ghostly activities. It had been a long time since they had the chance to spend time together without having to expect some ghost or other to show up mid conversation. "Now come on!" cried Sam, " Help me pick which movie we're going to start with."

Sam gestured to the pile of DVDS laying on the floor in front of her. From Nightmerica to Resentment to The Forewarning and everything inbetween, the three teens had gathered as many horror flicks as they could find for a massive marathon of old favorites and movies they hadn't gotten to see due to their extracurricular spirit fighting. Danny and Tucker joined Sam by the mountain of movies and started sifting through it. After a few minutes of calling out titles and vetoing them, Tucker popped up with a realization.

"Snacks! We need snacks!"

"I must have forgotten them in the kitchen," Danny said, "If you're going to use the microwave, keep an eye out for anything my parents might have left behind. They're experimenting with edible ectoplasm again."

"Do I want to know why?"

Danny reached up and rubbed at his neck, eyes briefly darting from side to side, "It's, uh, not important."

"Why couldn't we just do this at Sam's house? She has a giant movie theater!"

Sam scoffed, "With my mother at home? As if she'd left us have a horror movie marathon while she's inviting all her friends over for parties."

Tucker pulled himself and Charlotta up from the floor, "I'll get the microwaved snacks then."

While the techno geek feigned shambling away in disappointment, the goth and the ghost stayed behind to continue looking through movies.

"Hey what about Trinity of Doom?" Danny held up the box featuring the deadly trio of Nightmerica, Terminatra, and Femalien, "I still feel bad that we never got to see it together when it came out."

"Oh, we're definitely going to be watching that one," Sam chuckled, "But are we sure it's the best one to start with?"

Danny shrugged, "I'll add it to the maybe stack then."

"Hey, do you hear something?"

"Sounds like grunting."

Suddenly, Tucker burst into the room, arms laden with all manner of sweet and salty treats, "I got the food."

"Holy!"

"Wow," Danny scurried over to take some of the load, "if I'd known you were getting this much stuff I would have helped you bring it up here.

"Hey, it's no problem. Your mom was down there to help me get it all together. She was mumbling something about ranch when I got down there, which was weird, but not anything new for your family."

"Ha, yeah."

"Oh!" Sam held up one of the DVD boxes above her head in triumph, "Given Danny's sudden acceptance of the holiday season, we have got to start with Dead Teacher: Ho-ho-horrible Christmas Vacation."

"That's right, you've never seen that one, have you Danny?" Tucker asked as sat back on the floor and placed all the snacks next to their little group.

Danny thought for a moment, "That's true, I always avoided it because of the whole Christmas thing."

"Well now is the perfect time to watch it!"

With that, Sam scrambled over to the DVD player and popped in the disk. The three teens piled together at the foot of Danny's bed to watch the movie.

Hours later, with their food demolished and several movies marathoned, Danny had started dozing off.

"Man, I really missed hanging out like this," Danny smiled as his eyes drooped, "I love you guys."

Sam and Tucker and shared a glance before wrapping their ghost boy in a hug. They stayed like that for a while, as Danny slept.

[possibilistfanfiction]

Okay Elsa is annoying but … any Elsa thoughts on the future?

i also agree that elsa is annoying but u know shes a good mom honestly. also we all know casey is non binary in our hearts so. here's something i guess :) also on ao3

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the morning gates stay open (i’d be there)

/

i’m born to be somebody, then somebody comes from me i’ll tell you about the rabbit moon and when to keep walking

— clairo, ‘reaper’

//

you see izzie — and no one else — waiting for you when you head out of the terminal at lax.

‘hey elsa,’ she says, giving you a hug when you open your arms, even though you’re a little confused. ‘casey’s in the bathroom,’ she rushes to explain, rolling her eyes fondly. ‘they had like six la croixs today, even though i said it was a bad idea, and —‘

you don’t really process much else because then casey is barreling into you, even though ever facetime call has ended abruptly with an adamant refusal to return any sentiment about missing each other. ‘hey mom,’ casey says into your shoulder, and when you back up you have to smile at the sun-kissed freckles and cutoff shorts fraying at the hem, even though it’s february and snowing in connecticut. casey looks happy, and links hands with izzie, who tries to take your suitcase for you before you glare at casey, who sighs and takes it instead.

/

you’ve visited before; you helped both of them move into their dorms, and then you’d flown out with doug for a weekend in october. casey and izzie came home for thanksgiving and winter break, but you have some miles saved up now and casey hadn’t sounded too annoyed at the idea of you visiting for a few days to get out of the cold. they drop your things off at the hotel you booked near campus, and then izzie levels casey with a look and then says, ‘i have to meet with a group for a midterm presentation, but i’ll see you for dinner.’

you give her a hug and she kisses casey easily, quickly, and says, ‘i love you,’ far too seriously for an afternoon apart. you don’t know what’s going on but you think back to what izzie had said earlier — not about casey drinking too many la croixs; listening to rules has never been a strong suit, after all — but, you think, if you were listening, maybe izzie didn’t say her, which might mean—

‘let’s go to the palisades,’ casey says, then starts to ramble nervously about how they’re closer to the west side than laguna or manhattan but not as crowded as the pier, and who wants to be around that many tourists anyway, and there’s a little cafe if you wanted some snacks. you listen patiently and agree to any plans, because it’s a beautiful day and you don’t, actually, want to drive that much in la traffic or be by so many tourists. eventually casey runs out of things to say and turns on the radio to some music you don’t know but honestly don’t think is half bad. the windows are down and the sun is bright and you’ve been to pflag meetings in new haven for over a year now; you think you’ll knock it out of the park if casey tells you anything.

you do stop by the cafe, which is cute, and pick up a few snacks. casey had packed a big beach blanket, one you’d given as a joint gift to izzie and casey for christmas, which makes you smile. casey’s hands are shaking, a little, though, and so you don’t mention that it was, in fact, a great present that apparently they use all the time, according to izzie, who always politely and enthusiastically returns your texts and calls with all sorts of updates.

you sit down in the warm sand near the water and you know casey; sometimes, you just have to wait it out.

‘so.’

‘hmmm.’

casey fiddles with the edge of the blanket and then with some of the fruit you got at the cafe, before staring straight ahead at the waves. ‘i’m, uh. whew. well.’

you don’t laugh, will your body not to. instead, you squeeze casey’s hand, just once.

‘i’m just your kid, okay?’

you sit with that for a moment, try to process what you think casey is saying, but you don’t want to get anything wrong or jump to conclusions. ‘today, at the airport, izzie said they, when referring to you.’

casey sits for a second, shoulders tense all the way up toward the sky, and then says, ‘oh.’

‘i don’t think she was even thinking about it.’ casey nods. ‘but, is that what you’re talking about?’

casey sighs. ‘yeah. i guess. is that — is that okay?’

‘of course it’s okay,’ you say, because it definitely is okay, and also it’s not the most shocking news you’ve heard. casey hasn’t wanted anything to do with femininity, really, for as long as you can remember; you’ve grown used to, and proud, so often, of having a queer child — and another bonus queer child, too, which is what you consider izzie now, no matter what.

casey sniffles and then leans into your shoulder. ‘i know you’re, like, bursting with questions.’

you laugh, just a little, and feel a small smile against your skin. ‘not if you don’t want to answer them.’

‘depends on the questions.’

‘do you have any term you like, or any concept or something? i’ve been doing a lot of reading, and i’ve met a lot of other parents in pflag who have children who are also gender non-conforming, and—‘

‘whoa, slow your roll,’ casey says, but seems to deflate a little in relief. ‘non binary is fine, i guess. i’m just — not a girl. i’m just casey.’

that makes you smile. ‘your name is still casey, then?’

it produces an eye roll but then a begrudging, ‘it’s a good name. i like my name,’ so you’ll take it as a win.

‘i have great taste.’

‘ugh.’

‘you use they/them pronouns?’

‘yeah,’ casey says. ‘but, like, it’s okay if you don’t always get them right or whatever.’

‘no, it’s not,’ you say gently. ‘i’ll try really hard. i’ll get them right. it’s important.’

that produces a fresh round of tears that they try to dismiss by saying the sun is really bright and they have a hangover, which you know is false because casey had been asleep by 9 last night after an all-nighter and cross country the day before. but you let them have it, eat a few grapes and then toss one their way.

it elicits a reluctant laugh but it works all the same. ‘izzie corrects people all the time so she’ll love you more than she already does.’

‘i’m so glad you brought my favorite child into my life.’

‘wow, thanks elsa,’ casey deadpans, but then digs their hand into the sand and smiles. ‘izzie’s been so awesome, with all of this. i really love her.’

‘i know you do,’ you say with a smile, pat their hand.

‘and i’ll tell sam and dad eventually, but i want to tell them in person because sam won’t care, i’m sure, but dad is… you know.’

‘he loves you,’ you assure them. ‘i won’t say anything, of course.’

they look at you suspiciously.

you hold your hands up. ‘i swear i won’t. i know i love to meddle but i would never out you.’

casey sighs and nods. ‘i believe you,’ they say. ‘but, for the record, meddling is your most toxic trait.’

‘yeah, yeah.’

‘i don’t really want to talk about this anymore,’ they say quietly after a few moments. ‘it stresses me out, sometimes.’

‘okay. any time you want or need, though.’

they nod. ‘love you, mom.’

‘love you, casey.’

they pop up off the blanket, then, which whips sand into your face and all the food, and then take off toward the waves, laughing. you let them have a little space for a moment, watching your brave child chase off into the surf, fearless as always.

/

you take izzie to lunch the next day; casey has class during that time and you like to spend time with izzie anyway. she sits straight and proper but you see how she’s relaxed a little too, here, maybe getting to have a childhood for the first time ever. her hair is long and perpetually wavy from her runs by the ocean, and her eyes are bright.

‘thank you,’ she says, ‘for being so good with casey yesterday. they told me that you were awesome.’

‘casey, my child, said those words about me?’

izzie laughs, delicately takes a bite of her quinoa bowl, then shrugs. ‘not those words exactly. but they meant it. and they were so happy this morning, like a weight was lifted or something. i told them they didn’t need to be that anxious to tell you or anything but it’s been a process, you know. i think it’s been hard for a while.’

‘they like to let things stew, don’t they?’

izzie huffs. ‘it’s the worst.’

‘welcome to my world.’

‘casey is… quite the person, that’s for sure.’

‘thank you, too, izzie. for loving them so completely.’

izzie blushes, looks down at her hands. ‘impossible not to, i think.’

you think back to all the times casey has driven you up the wall over the years, the tantrums and fights, and then reach out to squeeze izzie’s hand. ‘impossible not to,’ you agree.

/

casey and izzie come home for spring break, and casey is pacing around and so you order food, send izzie to go get it, who thanks you quietly with a little squeeze to your shoulder.

you sit down on the couch and make sure that sam and doug are actually paying attention and then casey sighs.

‘is this an intervention?’ sam asks when casey doesn’t say anything. ‘i don’t know who it would be for.’

casey sighs again. ‘it’s not an intervention.’

‘okay,’ sam says, ‘good.’

casey tries to still their hands on their thighs and then says, ‘i’m not a girl. or a boy. or anything else, really, i guess. uh, if that makes sense.’

doug looks genuinely baffled but sam just nods.

‘there are many animals that don’t fit into a gender or sex binary. most commonly, it’s referred to as sequential hermaphroditism.’

casey nods contemplatively and your heart warms a little.

‘one of my friends is trans,’ he says, then takes out his notebook. ‘what are your name and pronouns?’

you can tell casey is trying not to cry, but they just clear their throat. ‘uh, casey, and they/them pronouns.’

sam writes something in his notebook and then nods. ‘got it. sibling? is that okay?’

casey is really trying not to cry now. ‘that’s great, sam.’

‘cool,’ he says. ‘is that all?’

‘oh, uh, yeah,’ casey says, ‘thanks, sam.’

‘sure, i’m just glad this wasn’t an intervention,’ he says, then stands and leaves the room without another word.

casey is smiling but then they turn to really look at doug, who has a furrowed brow.

‘i’m sorry, case,’ he says, which might not be the best start, but you’re fully prepared to jump in anytime they need. ‘i don’t — i don’t understand fully.’

he doesn’t sound angry, and he gets up to sit by them on the couch, squeezes their shoulder once.

‘i love you, though, and i guess, uh. you’re my kid. i just want you to be safe and happy. i’ll try to learn, okay?’

casey swallows once, and then again, and then hugs doug tight. ‘please never quote this, and only remember it for your sake and not mine, but mom knows a lot. she can definitely help explain stuff.’

you beam and doug nods. casey rolls their eyes.

’not now, though,’ they say. ‘izzie’s back with the food.’ they flash their phone. ‘she’s just been waiting outside until we were done talking. elsa, i see what you did there.’

‘you’re welcome.’

‘that pizza better not have pineapple or else i’m taking back everything i just said.’

‘extra pineapple, believe it or not.’

casey stomps off, and then makes a little noise of satisfaction from the kitchen when they discover that, in fact, you had actually ordered pepperoni. you hear izzie laugh.

‘so… we don’t have a daughter anymore?’ doug asks, quietly. ‘that’s not what i should call …’

‘them,’ you supply. ‘casey is our child,’ you say firmly, ‘they’re just casey.’

he takes a deep breath and then nods. ‘okay.’

‘we can practice. i’ve been practicing.’

doug looks relieved. ‘okay, good.’ he waits a beat and then laughs, just once. ‘you know, of all the things casey has ever come to us with, even though i don’t understand the details, really, this might be the one that makes the most sense.’

you smile, lace your fingers together. ‘i thought the same thing.’

/

when casey and izzie come home for a few weeks in the summer before preseason training begins, casey has a few more tattoos and a buzzcut and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. izzie is in a crop top and long, flowing skirt and they’re both as enamored with each other as always, sweet and considerate and happy. you make peace with it all, because casey is kinder by the day, it seems, even to you.

zahid comes over one night and smiles and says, ‘sick shoes,’ to casey and leaves it at that, even though earlier you had told them that you thought they looked like geriatric shoes — not even in jest, you were worried about arch support or something — and izzie had laughed and casey had spluttered, ‘they’re jordans.’

it’s not hard to realize, as the weeks pass, that casey is better than they’d ever been; you’d read that a lot of trans and non binary teams have a really hard time during puberty, especially, and casey had been going through so much on top of trying to process this part of their identity. you fight the urge to wish you had known more then, even though they’re healthy and thriving now, it seems.

they get everyone to help organize a slip n slide in the backyard made with tarps and soap and water, and it’s genuinely hilarious when they set up an obstacle course. for two division i athletes, casey and izzie do terribly, falling all over each other and getting bubbles everywhere. you’re pretty sure casey is wearing a binder instead of a swimsuit or sports bra, and when they finally finish their ridiculous game, they lie back on the grass with izzie.

they’re both breathing hard and laughing periodically, not really talking. you bring them popsicles and it’s been a while since you’ve seen casey look this young.

/

things settle.

you miss your kids, of course, but they seem very genuinely happy. but one night in the fall, you’re just sitting down with a glass of nice merlot, ready to watch the newest episode of the bachelor even though casey relentlessly tells you it’s ‘misogynist garbage’ — which you know, obviously, but it’s mindless — when your phone rings.

it’s casey, and casey never really calls you for a good reason, and your heart jumps in your chest. you put down your wine and pause the tv.

‘case?’

you hear them sniffle on the other end of the line.

‘what’s wrong?’

your mind runs through a million different scenarios, each worse than the last.

‘izzie’s hurt,’ they say, finally, and casey has been known to be a little dramatic so you don’t know how hurt, or what you need to do.

‘what happened, honey? what do you need from me?’

’the trainers are taking her to the hospital for an mri right now but they think she tore her achilles in practice today. i don’t — she was running next to me, just intervals, and then i heard a pop and then she was screaming and — can you come? i’m sorry. they think she might need surgery, i guess, and, i just. please? can you come?’

you put down your wine and walk to your laptop. ‘i’ll look up flights right now, case. i’ll be there as soon as i can, okay?’

they let out what you can tell is a very relieved breath. ‘okay.’

‘i found one that can get me there tomorrow morning. i’ll find a hotel and keep you updated.’

‘mom,’ they say, ‘thank you.’

‘i love you, and i love izzie.’ it’s firm, but you mean it like that: there is no question; you will be there. ‘i’ll see you both soon.’

/

izzie does need surgery, you find out by the next morning when you uber from the airport to the hospital. casey is hunched over in a hoodie, trying to stay awake with a cup of coffee, but izzie smiles sleepily and happily when you come into the room quietly.

‘i’m high,’ she says, giggling a little.

casey rolls their eyes, clearly exhausted, but gets up to hug you tight. izzie squeezes your hand back when you kiss her cheek.

‘you didn’t need to come,’ she says suddenly, a little furrow to her brow.

‘of course i did.’

her lower lip starts to wobble and casey rolls their eyes but huffs a little laugh anyway. it’s an uncharacteristically chilly, rainy day outside and it’s surprisingly easy to convince casey to go back to the dorm to shower and nap for a few hours before they come back in the afternoon. izzie mostly sleeps, but you take careful notes when the surgeon comes to speak to you, because izzie really is out of it and, although they promise to come back and explain things later, you don’t want them to be missing any information. plus, they always process information better when it’s written down anyway.

izzie eventually gets discharged and has to come back a few days later for surgery. you have savings, so you’re lucky enough that you can stay for a bit. izzie is groggy but gets to have an outpatient procedure, and you help casey get her situated back in her dorm afterward. she has a big padded boot on her foot and ankle but you picked up pain medication for her and so she mostly sleeps. casey settles in next to izzie on the small bed and kisses her forehead, then looks at you, eyes big. their hair has grown out so that it falls floppily over their brows; it makes them look young and you have to fight to not want to kiss their forehead or hold their hand.

‘just — thank you, mom.’

/

you leave after a few days because izzie is doing better, taking just tylenol and very coherently getting around fine on crutches and so therefore casey has relaxed as well, their easy smiles back and their posture relaxed, slouched like normal.

they both come to see you off at the airport, casey doting carefully and izzie swatting away any attempts. you kiss izzie’s forehead and then do the same to casey, even though they fake gag.

within a few weeks, izzie is walking again, tenderly at first but then without any pause. casey actually gives you studious updates about her recovery; from what you can tell, they go to every physical therapy session they can possibly make it to. you know izzie has gone to therapy for years, now, and all of the drama from when she and casey first started dating seems to have faded into the background. but injuries are difficult, you think — scary and painful, especially because of what running has been to izzie. but eventually she sends you a selfie of the two of them by the beach, clearly having just run, with fly away hair and casey’s cheeks flushed red, huge smiles squinting into the sun.

/

a year passes, full of holidays and casey complaining about finals and izzie sending you pictures of pies she tries to bake in the tiny dorm kitchen. they run; sometimes when you’re pretty sure they’re a little high, casey will facetime you just to say hello. you and doug help them move into a small duplex together at the beginning of junior year, a bright sunny kitchen and the breeze from the ocean floating through the windows.

casey takes you to get coffee when they visit for thanksgiving — so you know something’s up, because they would never voluntarily spend time alone with you unless they really needed to talk — and when you sit down they smile at you, gently and openly, a rare occasion, and say, ‘i’m gonna have top surgery in the spring.’

you’re not surprised, and you’ve done casey’s laundry enough times when they’ve visited that you know they’ve been wearing a binder most days; you know they love being an athlete, and izzie has sent you enough articles about non-binary athletes in women’s leagues that you know casey has a place in sport.

that this surgery is happening, though, is a little different. you feel scared, because casey is your child, but mostly you feel excited for them. relieved for them.

‘that’s so wonderful, casey,’ you say, and they blink just once and then a grin lights up their face.

they tell you about their surgeon, and the type of surgery they’re going to have, how izzie has gone with them but how, they admit, they would love if you facetimed in for their next pre-op appointment in a few months.

‘can you help me explain it to dad? sam and i already talked, to be honest, because he asked me. which is, like, inappropriate from anyone else, but he’s sam, so it was mostly just so he could research statistics and stuff.’

you laugh, squeeze their hand. ‘i’ll help, absolutely.’

/

you go out to la a few months after casey’s surgery with doug and sam; everything had gone well and casey had cried in joy and relief when they’d seen their chest afterward for the first time, which had set izzie off, which had set you off too. you’re pretty sure doug had even sniffled.

when you’d left, though, they still had bandages and bruising but now it’s almost the beginning of their senior year and when you go to the beach they take their shirt off and then shove sam into the sand with a laugh. sam grumbles but gets up to dust himself off, izzie rolling her eyes as she helps you set out the blanket.

casey races off into the surf, turning back and yelling at all of you to come join them. you always have; you do.

[because-i-am-barely-even-human]

So, Eddie starts dating Ana, for some goddamn reason.

Christopher is not liking it one bit. Buck is not a fan of her too ever since the Skateboard incident™. Chris noticed it immediately. And it’s good, because finally some adult who’s not buying her sweet and nice bullshit attitude. Children are very perceptive and Chris is really smart for his age (his dad and Buck say so, not to mention Abuela, and they wouldn’t lie to him). He knew even when Ms Flores was just his English teacher that she only was nice to him because she set her eyes on his dad (eugh! Gross!).

Christopher was polite to her as his mom taught him and for some reason people automatically thought that Ana was his favorite teacher, but it was complete opposite actually. He once overheard her conversation with other teacher, back when she still worked there and when mom was alive, they talked (more like gossiped) about his mom. Something about her being irresponsible and not really a good mother (they are wrong!). Back then Chris told Buck about it because he didn’t want his parents to be upset, but he needed to vent to someone. Buck was furious. They never told Eddie about this though.

So when Eddie (excuse me, Edmundo) came up with the great idea to introduce Ana to Chris after just two pathetic dates, Buck knew it would end in disaster. But not like a loud one, oh no. Christopher is smart and beautiful child, and it happens that he’s extremely cunning. He’s pretty certain that he picked it up from Buck, god, Evan hopes Eddie will never figure it out, or he’ll be in trouble 😥

Christopher ropes Buck into his plans, because they are a team, and they need to get rid of her hypocritical ass and fast.

Buck: Chris, buddy, are you sure it’s a good idea? Why won’t you just talk with your dad? If you don’t like her, he will listen, he cares about your opinion. You know that, right?

Chris: Of course I know, but Buck! Dad needs to see for himself what kind of person she is, and if I tell him I don’t like her, he’ll just assume that I need some time to get to know her or that I don’t want him to date at all and won’t really understand. He’s stubborn like that. And a little oblivious 🙄

Buck: Where it’s coming from, buddy? 😂

Chris: That’s what Abuela and Carla say. They are wise.

Buck: Oh, they’re sure are 🤭

Chris: I want him to be happy, Buck, just not with her. She’s awful.

Buck: Yeah, I get it, sweetheart. I want him to be happy too.

Buck wasn’t sure about this, he’s adult here after all, so he let himself think about it for a few days. Then he bumps into Ana in a coffee shop on his way to work. She knew Buck, how could she not? He comes to parent-teacher meetings pretty frequently, as well as bake sales. She met him. She knew exactly who he is. Aaaaaaand she’s being rude. Extremely rude. Not only to him but to a poor barista (Wow, lady, you need to chill. Pouring your drink down the trash can right in front of everyone? Because it’s too hot? And she didn’t even pay for that!). Buck have known the kid ever since he just started at 118, he sometimes gives free muffins to the team.

Yeah, screw you, Ana. Chris is right. This is war.

So, Buck agrees, partly to supervise his chaotic child and partly because this lady is a real piece of work, alright, she deserves all the wrath of his Superman.

Thus, after the introduction at home begins the quiet nightmare for Ana. She never saw it coming.

Bonus:

Dad went on a date? I’m gonna ring three times before dinner even starts.

Chris: Dad, it’s emergency, where’s my 1000 piece lego set? No, it’s not under the bed, I totally checked there, yeah.

Wanna quietly watch the movie? Not gonna happen. Move your teacher ass, I’ll sit in the middle.

So this is your phone number?

Chris: Buck, give me your laptop! Let’s spread it to some telemarkets.

You want to feed us? With your stinky cooking? Yeah, not a chance.

Chris: Bucky, please, can you come over? I want your famous roast chicken.

Bonus (2):

During the whole shenanigans Eddie suspects somethings and rants about this to Hen (Ana who? 😒). He tried to talk with Buck at first but he was pretty sketchy about all this, and practically ran away to Bobby in the kitchen (yeah, Eddie is not allowed there and Buck knows it). Suspicious.

Besides he doesn’t seem to be particularly fond of Ana. He needs to find out why. Hen’s having an inkling at what is going on, and, Lord give me strength, Eddie is so oblivious, it’s hilarious. Yeah, this Ana thing is not gonna last, let him figure it out. She’s pretty sure Buck got his shit together a long time ago (particularly, maybe, probably on their first Christmas with Eddie), he just waits for Eddie to catch up.

If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

[shapeshiftinterest]

mao mao heroes of pure heart Christmas gift exchange

for @maomaosrealfamily

wishlist: Mao Mao, Badgerclops, and Adorabat ice-skating; Mao Mao struggles

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These Blades are for Skatin’ (also on AO3)

“Do you even know how to ice skate?“ Badgerclops asked, helping Adorabat lace up her skates.

After their usual daily patrol and a fight with some ice dragons that’d been too close to the valley, the trio had decided to take a break at the recently frozen pond.

‘‘Well, no.” Mao admitted. “But it looks fairly simple, and I am a master of the blade.”

Badgerclops gave him a look, picking Adorabat up and setting her on wobbly feet. She threw out a ‘Thanks, Badgerclops!’, fixing her scarf and waving at the two before trudging through the snow toward the pond.

“Dude, just because you use a giant knife-“

“It’s a katana!“

“-And know how to throw littler knives-“

“Wha- those are kunai and you know it! Stop calling them kniv- mmphm!!“

“- does NOT mean you know how to ice skate.“ Badgerclops finished. Mao narrowed his eyes at the other, pouting around the finger being used to shush him.

The cat smacked it away, waving his hand dismissively.

“If my sister Minori can strap kitchen knives to her ballet flats and use them to dance-carve her name into a piano, I’m pretty sure I can do something as simple as ice skating.” He said confidently, already lacing up his own skates.

“I’m sorry, your sister did what now?“

Mao ignored him and made his way to the edge of the pond.

Among the other sweetiepies he saw Adorabat, who’d already made it to the other side and was talking with her dad and some classmates. Eugene was holding her wings and skating backwards, slowly pulling her across the ice and explaining how to move.

With one last glance to make sure the area was secure, the sheriff took a step onto the ice-

“GAH!!“

-and immediately slid forward into a split.

Thighs burning from the sudden stretch, Mao fell over onto his side and hissed, one skate on the ice and the other still in the snow.

A little ways behind him he could hear Badgerclops laughing. He grunted, pushing himself into a sitting position and shakily using Geraldine to stand upright. At least the sweetiepies were too preoccupied to pay attention to him.

"Oh yeah, a real master of the blade, pfff hehehehe.”

Mao glared at his co hero. "As if you could do any better.” He grouched.

“Actually,“ Badgerclops said, hip checking the other and walking onto the ice. “I can. Watch and learn, dude.“

And with that sassy remark, the deputy pushed off, gracefully gliding across pond and weaving in and out between the sweetiepies.

He did a couple loops around Adorabat and Eugene’s group, making a turn and skating backwards, one hand clutching his beanie and the other tucked into his jacket pocket.

Mao’s mouth fell open, watching in surprise as his friend leapt over Chubbum and went into a backwards spin. He did a few more tricks before sliding in front of the other and striking a pose.

“Who’s the blade master now, Mao Mao?“ He said smugly.

“Wha- when did you learn how to do that?!“

Badgerclops shrugged, “Rodeo classes.“

“That doesn’t-“

“Badgerclops, that was AMAZING!!“ Adorabat exclaimed, swooping in to rest on his shoulder. “Can you teach me how to do that?“

“Of cour-“

“A-Adorabat!“

The trio turned to see Eugene huffing and puffing his way towards them.

“Get down from there, you could get hurt!“ He wheezed.

“But I hang here all the time?“

Eugene made a concerned face and adjusted his glasses. “Yes, but your skates could get caught in his jacket if they slice through. What if you fall and twist your ankle!“

Adorabat pouted, “It’s fine! Badgerclops would catch me first, right Badgerclops?”

“You know it.“ He said, offering her a fist bump.

Meanwhile, Mao was still trying to stand on the ice without using Geraldine as a crutch. His latest attempt had ended up with him face planting and Kevin skating over his hand.

“Oops! Sowwy, teehee.“

Eugene sighed and helped Mao up, basically attaching the cat to Badgerclops’ other jacket arm.

“How about this, Little Gem. If you get down and come with me, we can get hot chocolate.”

“With tiny marshmallows?“

He smiled. “Yes, with tiny marshmallows.“

“Wait, hot chocolate? Can I go with y’all?“ Badgerclops asked, hand already prying one of Mao’s gloved paws off of his arm.

“If you help teach the Sheriff how to skate I’ll bring you both hot chocolates.“

“Deal! Let’s go, Mao.“

“Wait, Badgerclops, that’s too faaaAAAAAAAHHHH!!“

The taller of the two grabbed his friend’s hands and sped away, while Eugene and Adorabat sat on a bench and started untying their skates.

After about an hour Mao had started to get the hang of it, after 2 hours he could skate from one end of the pond to the other without holding on to anyone.

The Sky Pirates had shown up about ten minutes in, but Badgerclops blasted their ship before they could set anchor (it would have broken the ice if it’d landed). 

The four, having jumped off beforehand, had been promptly ambushed by wave after wave of snowballs. The attack, lead by Adorabat and some of her classmates, forced the pirates to retreat, and turned to an intense snowball fight between the five year olds. (One of the snowballs hit Mao in the skates, nobody admitted who the thrower was.)

Him and Eugene had switched places halfway through, that way the bat could teach Mao how to turn and the deputies could enjoy their hot chocolate together.

“You’re doing great Mao Mao.“ Eugene said, the Sheriff’s hands holding his wings tightly as the shorter of the two slowly spun them around. “Just turn your heel like that- yes. Aaand, perfect!”

“WHOOOO!!! YOU DID IT MAO!!“ Badgerclops hollered from his seat, already on his 3rd cup. Adorabat was huddled in the front of his jacket and trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

She would have yelled something too but she’d burned her mouth after drinking her hot chocolate too soon.

“And with that, you know the basics of how to ice skate. Congratulations, Sheriff!“ Eugene sneezed. “Ngh. Let’s go inside, I’m freezing my wings off haha.“

“You go ahead, I want to practice spih- ah- aH- ACHOOO!!“

Mao sniffed. “Y’know on second thought yeah, let’s go inside.”

The two made their way to the deputies and returned the skates, all four of them returning to HQ.

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based on the headcanon that Eugene has multiple jobs, as well as takes multiple shifts, he’s an instructor for basic ice skating for this fic and usually teaches the kid classes

Eugene and the sheriff’s department have a good relationship, you can take that as either

him, Mao and BC being in a relationship (OT3)

him, Mao and BC being friends (no ships)

or Badgermao being friends with Eugene (OTP + friend)

Sometimes he has sleepovers at their house

originally I was going to write more Badgermao vibes and like, maybe a flashback thing where Mao and BC met as kids at an ice pond

Mao gets ignored by his sisters/ dad (they brought him) while they skate

he ends up getting lost and meets Badgerclops, who teaches him how to skate and they hold hands/ arms, get hot chocolate, make a snowman, maybe have a snowball fight with Gerald

Mao has a line like ‘I know how to ice skate! My friend taught me how when we were kids.’ but because it was so long ago he’s basically forgotten how to do it and BC teaches him all over again

[basker-world]

Promotion Overdue Part 2

After he had finished fondling himself he looked down at me and said: "Well, the lads told me what you've been doing. They warned me actually. Told me you'd abuse your position and use us like fuck boys. So we came up with a plan, we pooled our money in and purchased a special perfume. One that would swap our bodies. The only thing I needed was your essence and you willingly gave it to me." He cupped his crotch then turned around and raised the same hand to his face. He took a long sniff. I was still confused but somehow turned on by what I was seeing. "Haha, still haven't figured it out? Look at yourself."

I looked down. These clothes, they weren't mine. The high vis jacket, white tank top, beige cargo pants. They were Josh's clothes. I was in Josh's body!

Josh in my body pulled the envelope on the desk and slipped it back into the drawer. "If you are a good worker I might give your body back to you. In the meantime I have some christmas bonuses to hand out to MY hard working employees. Not you though. You don't deserve it yet." I was furious "who the fuck do you-" he cut me off with a louder voice "I'm your boss. Get used to it! You'll be working for me for a long time.

He grabbed my face and planted his thick lips onto mine. "Get back to work Josh!". I was shaken. Yet somehow I felt I needed to do what he said. "O-Okay boss..." I said as I slipped out of the office. "What just happened? I just went to see the boss but he just told me leave..." I had confused thoughts as I returned to work, clueless as to what had just happened. That wasn't important. It's Christmas and I had to work hard for a pay raise.

Maybe if I ask the boss nicely he might give me a bonus. I'll do anything.

[hshouse]

Hi, I have a question! Do you have some struggle with what you work in vs your values and ideology? And if so, how do you deal with it? I'm studying in a completely different field (communication) and I struggle a bit with it, because I do love a lot of stuff that you can do it with it that I love but also some stuff that really clash with how I see things and what I believe in and the goal would be to work in a place that have a good balance of my values and reality, and I have found some but who knows where I will find work and I'm quite worried about ending by doing it in 'the bad way'

Hi bby,

I don’t lmao. I have many reasons for that. First, someone is going to be doing what I am doing if not me. My job is not literally evil like cutting people’s heads off. So if someone is gonna be doing this, I much rather it be me, someone with compassion, openmindness and a willingness to listen and change. Like I kinda despise the idea that professions that are seen as bad should be thus avoided by “good” people. Like district attorneys for example are not going to go away. Instead of saying that only shitty people do that job, why not staff the offices with people that actually care about the defendants and the criminal justice system. You know what I mean? It feels like an easy way out to say “thats an evil job anyone there is evil” cause that fixes nothing, you just feel morally superior.

Second, there are things, good things, that my job will be the reason I can do it. I have many many plans on what I’m going to do with my money to give back. I could quit and work in a non profit but I feel like my monetary contributions will outweigh any labor contributions I could give.

Third, you gotta work with what you got. Again, there is a pressure on women and specially woc to be model citizens morally. That is a very obvious way of keeping women out of positions of power. If all ceos are evil and if u are one you are vil then women will avoid that label thus leaving the position to…… men :) nah babes don’t catch me on that train. I refuse to comply to patriarchy’s goals in this “woke” cloaked way. By all means if all men decide to quit my job I’ll go with them. Until then. No.

Fourth, I used to be way more of an extremist than I am today. I’ve found that extremely left winged people are fans of dodging responsibility by blaming it all on big things. Like how easy it is to just say “everything that is wrong is because of capitalism” and sit back down? Like wow woke but… what did you do? Who’s life did you make better by doing that little performance? I’m much more micro today. I think about how I will be able to give my doorman a huge christmas cash bonus. About how I’m going to spend the rest of my life committed to paying for my 10 year old cousin’s life long therapy/assisted living. How I’m going to give a disney trip to my childhood nanny in brazil and her kids. You know? Maybe I’m not changing the world but I am committed in making other people’s lives lighter around me. That’s enough for me.

[palimpsessed]

Writerly Ephemera

I was tagged by @amywaterwings @mostlymaudlin @tea-brigade @effing-numpties @captain-aralias @bloodiedpixie . This is so cool, so thanks for sharing yours! ❤️

Per Amy: We add little bits of ourselves to our writing, scattering memories and places and phrases and things into our stories. The game is to find five examples of this, of YOU, in your writing and show everyone.

I don’t really feel like I put much of my own experiences into my fic, probably because I don’t feel like I have a lot of experiences to pull from. (That’s not me being self-deprecating; that’s me never going anywhere or doing anything.) So, let’s see what we come up with!

Going to tag here. I feel like I’ve gotten to this late so I’m not sure who has been tagged. Anyway. No pressure, loves. Just saying hi. 🥰 @theflyingpeach @bazzybelle @otherworldsivelivedin @unseelieseelie @wetheformidables @caitybug @nightimedreamersworld @foolofabookwyrm @stillmadaboutpetra

1. I have put the most of myself into A Man of Letters. I have my degree in English Lit and when I was in college, I was at the height of my Jane Austen obsession. So I sort of built my degree around the development of the English novel. My senior thesis was on a book called Evelina by Frances Burney, who was one of Austen’s greatest literary influences. Evelina is an epistolary novel—told entirely in letters. I love the epistolary form, for the same reason I love dialogue and texting fics. It’s such a fun narrative technique and can reveal so much about individual characters. It’s actually a bit like the way Rainbow Rowell uses multi POV in her books. Anyway, my love of the epistle was on full display in this fic, which is ofc told in letters. —Do I share a passage? That’s like...the whole fic 😅 So, idk. Here’s Simon being a disaster as he meditates on letter writing:

Dear Penny,

As I start this letter, I already know I'm not going to post it. I know I won't be able to bring myself to do it, because of what I have to say to you. I do feel bad. It's not that I don't want to tell you. And you know I'm so much better at writing things down than saying them out loud. It's only that I feel like this would all sound better coming from me in person. I just don't think I'll be able to make you understand in a letter. I'm still trying to understand myself. And writing all of this down helps me with that. Even if I'm only pretending to write to you, it makes me feel better, to think of you on the other end. I promise I really will tell you everything as soon as we're together again.

2. Also for A Man of Letters, my fascination with Regency fashions, in particular the dandy, was a major factor. I did an art book about this, comparing how fashion has changed over time, especially in regard to gender. (I also did an art book based on Evelina, since I’m on the subject. I minored in book art. 😁) I always fancied the look of a Regency dandy, so that was my gift to Baz.

Whoever has been working their magic on Salisbury should in fact be the person to whom I offer my eternal devotion. Alas, I am left to flounder under the burden of lusting after a man who is incapable of dressing himself.

The utter and unmitigated shame.

Salisbury wore a forest green wool frock coat that set off the golden highlights in his brown locks. This was accented with a green and aubergine striped silk waistcoat that was trimmed in white piping and felt much too daring a pattern for the man. (I don't care if he was a soldier; it takes a hardier man than him by half to choose a stripe like that.) His charcoal trousers were enticingly snug, but not so much to prove lethal. His cravat and points left much to be desired, though that likely reflected poorly on his ability to keep himself in order, rather than the ability of his valet. (Good God, maybe the man doesn't even have a valet!)

3. When it came to my countdown fic, To the Manor Borne, I had Shep make a reference to Cluedo, because Pitch Manor would be perfect for a real life game. Behind that, is the fact that my family played a lot of Clue and I watched the movie a whole bunch growing up, to the point where my sister and I used to quote it to each other. This was a way to pay homage to that. He also talks about playing the game Murder in the Dark, which was one I played at Halloween as a kid. One of my cousins was dressed as a ghoul with glow in the dark face paint and we were in my grandma’s creepy upstairs. Perfect vibes.

I’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room and the library and the study and the parlor. Walking through this house is like playing Clue. (They call it Cluedo on this side of the pond, because they like to be difficult.) (That was a whole thing. Do not get me started.)

I keep thinking Colonel Mustard’s going to pop up out of nowhere and brain me with a lead pipe.

And:

What kind of games do you play with magickal friends who don't have magic? Twister? Not with the wings and tail. Cards? Baz and Penny would cheat. Or accuse everyone else of cheating if they didn't win. Murder in the dark? With these people, in this house, I knew it would turn literal fast, and also it was like ten in the morning. Hide and seek? Simon and I would hide and everyone else would ditch. Snowball fight? World War III.

4. I’ve referenced Mozart in my fics a couple of times because when I was first getting into classical music, I was listening to a lot of Mozart. My sister had a CD of some of his early symphonies, and my local classical station does “Mozart in the Mornings” which happened to fit in the exact time slot between two morning classes I had my first year in college. I’d go sit in my car with a cup of tea, and just vibe with Mozart as my soundtrack. I’ve name dropped him in both A Man of Letters and To the Manor Borne. Also, Mozart wrote 12 variations on the melody shared by Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, which is a lovely tie in. (I also had the gang sing/cast The Holly and the Ivy, which is one of my favorite Christmas carols, and by strange coincidence was playing on the radio at the same time I wrote that scene. 🥰)

"It's a songbook," I tell him, like he can't figure that out for himself. "Did you know that Mozart wrote twelve different versions of the same song?"

He's laughing. "Mozart did not write Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Simon."

"You know what I mean."

"He composed twelve variations for solo piano on the French folk melody Ah! Vous dirai-je, maman."

"Sure. Anyway, this is for the violin. For you to play."

He's still laughing, and I'm trying to figure out what's so funny, but then he kisses me again, on the lips this time, so I figure maybe I'm still doing okay.

Only one more to go! What will it be? 👀

5. Therapy! Eheheh...😅 Look, it’s no secret the gang needs it. And tbh, so do I. Haven’t actually managed to get myself to go yet, and I think that’s where a lot of my “send them to therapy” happy endings come from. I did it in Use Your Words and To the Manor Borne. I started Chamber by Chamber with SnowBaz already in therapy, and then structured the whole thing around therapy that they give to each other and to themselves. It didn’t really fit in A Man of Letters, but if it had, I absolutely would have done it. I’ve only shared from two fics so far, and since it could kind of spoil the ending to Use Your Words (tho saying this may be spoiler anyway...), here are two snippets from It’s a Kind of Magic, Part I of Chamber by Chamber.

I've been working on articulating my needs. We both have. Ordinarily, I'd be afraid of pushing him away by making demands when he's on the verge of a spiral, but my therapist insists that I can't go on treating Simon with kid gloves. If I never ask him for anything, he'll think he doesn't have anything to give.

And

When I told that to my therapist, she said that I needed to talk it out of me and she'd help me find ways to work through it all. She said I needed to talk it out with Baz, too, so that he'd know how to help me when things got bad again—that was something else she said, that things would get bad again, and that I'd need to be prepared for that. That I couldn't expect things to be easy, and just go away.

6. BONUS! I think the biggest way I include bits of myself is in the AUs I’ve chosen to write. I have three I’m planning that say a lot about me, so I’m going to talk a bit about them here. There is ofc my Scooby Doo AU, inspired in large part by the fact that I watched it all the time growing up and also, my sister continues to be obsessed with it. When we were young, my parents were doing a lot of work on their house and we’d take family trips to the hardware store. My sister and I hated it, so we’d wait in the car with my mom and she would entertain us with “Scooby Doo stories”. Other AUs I’m planning? Troop Beverly Hills—please tell me someone else out there loved this movie the way I did when I was 5. It was very influential to baby me and I remember wishing for nothing more than being able to dress like Shelley Long. So, I’m going to let Baz do it, because I think he deserves it. 🥰 Lastly, tho it will probably be the first I write, is my Cupid and Psyche AU, from when I was heavy into mythology and religion. Since these are all forthcoming projects, I don’t really have a snippet. Instead, here’s Baz comparing Simon to Eros, which is what started my brain on that particular AU.

I am lost. I barely know anything about Salisbury, but I can't help being drawn in. At one time, I could have comforted myself that I was only so smitten with him because he looks like he was sculpted by Praxiteles. That excuse grows weaker with every encounter. He's the furthest thing from a lifeless tribute to beauty in marble as one can be. There is something deep and dark and feral inside of him and I want to claw it out. I want to see it, to let it free. To taste his wildness and his pain.

[blu-joons]

Holiday Traffic ~ Kim Taehyung

Your eyes rolled as you stared out of the window at all the passing cars. The tap of your feet nervously against the bottom of the car was beginning to get to Taehyung too as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, praying for a miracle to get the traffic moving again.

Neither of you could remember the last time you’d moved more than a few metres, and whilst the city always got a bit busier during the holidays, it was never this bad.

“We’d be quicker just walking,” you frowned, throwing your head back to look up at the roof of the car. “Why don’t we just dump the car for the night, it’ll still probably be in the exact same position tomorrow?”

Taehyung’s eyes glanced across at you, as tempting as that offer was, he wasn’t quite as prepared to pay the fine that would probably come with it. “I’m sure it’ll start moving soon,” he tried to reassure you, weakly smiling.

Your eyes continued to roll as you stared ahead at what felt like an endless line of traffic in front of the two of you. Each car you passed by had the same disgruntled passengers like the two of you, no one liked to be stuck in traffic, especially at Christmas.

The only thing you were thankful for was the heat that came from the car, dressed in your costume for tonight’s office Christmas party seemed like a great idea, until you were handed your costume by your boss.

Taehyung knew what your boss was up to when you revealed the costume to him, but he tried to remain calm. He couldn’t deny what a cute elf you made, your knee-high striped socks and short green dress somehow perfectly emphasised what a great body you had.

Every so often, you’d catch him glancing across at you, smiling weakly as you brought your legs into your chest to try and stop yourself from freezing.

“We’re going to be so late,” you continued to groan, only making Taehyung chuckle more. “I bet I won’t get the Christmas bonus now; it’ll go to someone else.”

“Missing out on the bonus isn’t the end of the world,” Taehyung tried to reassure you, “if the traffic moves soon, I promise I’ll get us there in time.”

Your head shook, “knowing you, you’ll wind up with a ticket, and that is no good for anyone.”

His shoulders shrugged as he turned away from you, edging the car a couple of metres forwards as the cars began to move, only coming to a quick stop again a few moments later.

You became more and more impatient as you sat in a standstill, looking out at the glances of people looking at your hair and makeup didn’t help the anxiety that was growing within.

“Maybe I should just call and let them know we’re going to be late,” you suggested, grabbing for your phone, but Taehyung’s hand quickly stopped you.

“You’re freaking out, we’re not going to be late, I promise. It won’t be long before the traffic starts moving, we knew it would be busy, that’s why you made me leave two hours early in the first place,” he reminded you with a light chuckle, “we still have an hour before it starts.”

“It’s Christmas Taehyung, all these people are probably driving into the city for trips and meetings,” you sighed, “I just wish I could click my fingers, and everyone would start moving, but I don’t think even Santa is powerful enough to do that.”

It was the same every year, living in the city meant it always got chaotic. Usually, you didn’t mind, but driving in such a huge crowd dressed as an elf wasn’t quite how you planned your evening. The longer you waited, the more your impatience began to grow.

“My boss knew what he was doing when he made me wear this stupid costume, how many people do you reckon are laughing as they drive by?” You asked, throwing your arms into the air.

Taehyung’s hand came across and rested onto your thigh, “nobody is laughing at you, if they have any sense then they’ll notice how cute you look. I’ve seen plenty of kids smiling as they driven by though, so at least that’s one good thing you can take from this.”

Slowly your head nodded, although his words didn’t make you feel much better. Each time the car jolted forwards you’d given up with leaping forwards in hope, instead choosing to just sit back and not hold eye contact with a single person you passed.

“You make a really sexy elf you know,” Taehyung suddenly whispered.

“I look like a fool, now I remember why I hate Christmas parties so much.”

“That’s nonsense, I might have to buy you a few pairs of those socks for after tonight.”

Your eyes widened at his wide smile, the cheekiness that you adored so much was right in front of you with no sign of hiding. “You’re being serious, aren’t you?” You continued to doubt as his head nodded back at you.

“A small part of me wants to just find a way to turn this car around and head back home,” he grinned.

Your eyes lit up just at the mention, “I wouldn’t stop you, in fact I’d definitely encourage you. Maybe I could just ring my boss and tell him that I’m sick.”

It was almost like you jinxed yourself as in that moment the traffic began to move, but just as you expected for the stop to happen, it never came. You glanced forward and noticed what had happened with one of the other lanes opening up after an accident had been cleared.

“Looks like we’re heading to the office,” Taehyung teased, spotting how disappointed you were. “You must be relieved; you would never want to miss the party.”

“I hate you,” you grumbled folding your arms across your chest, “are you sure you don’t want to just turn off at the intersect. Tae, this party is the last thing I want to go to, I’m dressed as an elf, it’s like I belong in a department store.”

Yet again Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing tighter at your leg. “Let’s just got and show our faces, pick up the presents from the Secret Santa, maybe pinch a bit of food from the buffet and then I promise we can come back home, we don’t have to stay long.”

You nodded, holding out your pinkie for him to lock his in with. “If we stay for more than two hours you can spend tonight on the sofa and this elf will go to bed alone.”

“There is no way I will allow that to happen,” he smirked, trailing his eyes down your body once again. “It’ll be far too cold for a little elf to go to bed all by themselves.”

“You best make sure you get me out of that party as soon as possible then.”

You glanced out of the window as soon enough your office got closer, it was a place you usually loved to be, but not tonight. Taehyung could see how hard you were pretending to smile, noticing the leg bounce reappear as you got closer, just like it did earlier in the traffic.

His hand rested over your leg again, “you were scared we were going to be late, and now you’re anxious we’re going to be early. Think of it this way, the sooner we get there, the sooner we leave.”

“I guess you’re right, but if just one person laughs at this costume, I’m coming straight home. My boss probably saw me coming when he knocked on the door and handed me this.”

“Maybe he thought you’d look beautiful, because you do,” he chimed.

You always appreciated his kindness and how much he tried to make you smile. “You’re sweet, but not even a supermodel could pull this costume off. It’s like someone pushed me over in a Christmas aisle and everything just stuck to me.”

“You’re stressing,” he assured you, “trust me, the costume looks great, the party won’t be as bad as you think, and I’ll be by your side the entire time. Even if you’re not having a good time, just fake a smile and everyone will leave you alone.”

As much as you weren’t looking forward to the party, you couldn’t deny your excitement to spend time with Taehyung. If there was one person who was going to make you feel a little bit cute as an elf, it was definitely him.

“If nothing else, I’ll keep reminding you how much of a sexy elf you make all night long,” he whispered.

“You’re going to get me in trouble if someone hears you talking like that,” you scolded him, “just stay on your best behaviour until we get home at least.”

“I am not making any promises, especially when you look as hot as that.”

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Masterlist

[xpeachesncream]

off the grid | three

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.4k

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, definitely inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, jimin continues to be cute as fuck for being such an angel

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"Jimin!" You whined as he had hurriedly grabbed the check from the waitress and politely shoved it back in her hand with his card.

"I just wanted you to enjoy your lunch." He laughed at your pouty face - brows furrowed, lips poking out.

"That doesn't mean I can't pay for my own food."

"Can you relax? It's fine. If anything, you can just get me when we grab dessert later."

"Sure, if you don't beat me to it again."

"Maybe it's your reflexes."

"Wow, I'm a little appalled at that statement. Already judging me?"

"Never that, just being honest." He smiled. "Okay, I'm joking. Don't kill me." He laughed as he stood up and gathered his stuff. You two were spending some time going around Insa-Dong before heading to a park near the N Seoul Tower later tonight to chill.

Besides beaming with kindness, Jimin was patient. He let you walk around wherever, doing whatever, without complaining. He was also very smart, giving the inside scoop with the added bonus of tips and tricks and reciting historical facts when the perfect opportunity arose. He made fun of you for buying small, cute souvenirs because it seemed like a never ending collection, but nonetheless, he really enjoyed how happy you looked. How you glowed. How down to earth and laid back you were. Even though it hadn't been long since you met, you weren't reserved and you took him in (as he was) with ease. He was normally a shy person, but he appreciated the warmth that radiated from you. He felt comfortable, almost like you both had known each other for years.

"Come on, Y/N." He laughed. "Really? How many more pins and stickers do you need?"

"Jimin, you need to lower your voice." You joked.

"I'm sorry." He began to raise his voice, causing others to turn towards you two. "HOW MANY MORE PINS-"

"Oh my god, okay! Stop! I'll drop it!" He laughed and prevented you from dropping your items down.

"I'm just playing. I'll stop." It hit you that his hand still lingered on yours, so you quickly drop it down before shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I promise this is it." You shrugged. "For now." You kept smirking at him over your shoulder before you happily walked over to the counter. After slipping the small shopping bag into your bigger shopping bag, you met Jimin outside of the shop who had been taking pictures of the street with his polaroid camera. "Do you always do this?"

"Take pictures? Yeah, I like holding onto the memories, as cliché as that sounds. They really do hold a lot of meaning for me."

"No, I think that's pretty cool."

"Do you mind?" He slightly rose his camera towards you.

"If you take pictures of me?" He nodded silently. "No, I don't."

"Thanks. It'll add a nice touch to my collection." He quickly snapped a picture of you smiling.

The two of you continued to walk around, with Jimin making sure you didn't miss anything significant. He led the way majority of the time, dancing when he would hear music playing on the street, mimicking ads posted on the walls or simply taking more pictures. When you both had your fill of the area, he drove to a nearby bbq restaurant where you could get some jajangmyeon, samgyeopsal and other entrees ready made for takeout before grabbing dessert on the way to the park. You held onto the food while he grabbed a blanket from the trunk of his car and laid it on the grass so you two could dig in and eat.

"That's a nice ass view." You said, staring at the tower up ahead.

"I could take you up there another day. There isn't much, but the view at the tower is amazing."

"I bet."

"So, what made you want to come to here?" All this time you had been spending with Jimin had been occupied by all the plans that you hadn't been able to really talk about this. You hadn't been able to divulge about the dirty details of all things home.

"I really just wanted a break from the chaos." You shrugged.

"Mmm, really painting a great picture of Los Angeles right now." He said sarcastically before he covered his mouth to laugh.

"Sorry, it's a great place, really. I honestly can't see myself anywhere else." You sighed. "I just.. felt myself slipping, you know? I was getting lost in all the work I had to get done, all the projects on my plate. At one point I felt so stuck that I really questioned if I belonged. I'm turning 26 soon and I still feel lost."

"Impostor syndrome?"

"Yes, that."

"Why? You made it that far, haven't you? May I ask what you do back home?"

"I work in translational science." His eyes widened.

"Wow, that's amazing. You came this far, Y/N. Why would you doubt yourself like that?"

"I guess I just always feel like I need to prove myself to everyone around me."

"In work or in general?"

"It was starting to feel like I had to prove myself in general."

"That's not fair. I know it's easier said than done, but you shouldn't do that to yourself. From what I can tell, you're a great person who's down to earth and enjoys life as it comes. There's nothing wrong with that. You're where you're at for a reason. I'm sure your friends and parents are really proud of you."

"Thanks." You smiled softly. "Yeah, my parents are pretty great."

"Yeah? See, that's good. What are your parents like?"

"Well, my dad is the executive director of another lab, while my mom is a pediatric nurse."

"So, science and healthcare revolves around your family."

"Pretty much. My dad is the reason why I got so interested in pursuing a career in science. He would always teach me things growing up and I always enjoyed going to science museums with him. That's all I wanted to do."

"That's cute." He smiled. "You're really close to your parents, then."

"Yeah, I am."

"Do they know you're here?" You nodded.

"Yeah. They were just sad I didn't join them on their Europe holiday trip."

"What?! You turned that down to come here? You're something else." You laughed and tossed a crumpled napkin at him, making him dodge it.

"Hey! I told you. I just wanted to do something solo. Something different."

"I mean, are you really doing it solo if you're here with me?" He smirked.

"I'm leaving."

"No, I'm kidding." He laughed as he put his hand out to stop you. "I know, I know. For the record, I'm glad you're hanging out with me and letting me show you around."

"Nice save, Park."

"You got it, sweetness." He winked, making you shake your head at the pet name.

"What about you? What's up with you and your family? I can tell you and Yana are close."

"Yeah, we are. I'm really happy about the relationship we have. She's my older sister and she's done a lot for me. A lot." He emphasized. "I can't help but feel super protective of her. I feel like I want to shield her from the world sometimes because she's such a good person and I don't want to see her get hurt, you know? It hurts me." You nodded silently. "I know part of the reason why she agreed to this whole thing was because of her ex." You swallowed the lump in your throat because same. Fucking same.

"I get that. That's really sweet of you."

"As for the rest of my family, I mean.." He sighed. "Yeah, we're all close. I love my mom and dad. I'd do anything for them, no question about that. They've always been supportive. But, sometimes I can't help but feel like I disappoint them."

"Why do you say that? Only if you feel comfortable, though." And he did. Jimin really did. He wasn't much to talk about his personal details because he was so busy trying to make sure his people were good, that people he cared for were okay. He barely had time to look out for himself, but he didn't mind it. All he wanted was for his people to be good. If that could happen, then all was well. Plus, he would hate to have to burden someone with such negative thoughts. It wasn't the happiest topic for him.

"I do." He softly smiled at you, his eyes wide and round like a puppy. He ran his hand through his hair before adjusting his position on the blanket. You couldn't help but feel weak at the sight of him. Sheesh. He could do the bare minimum and it would still be so attractive. "My sister is super smart and successful. She's worked so hard to get to where she is now. I mean, she works for a really popular magazine here. She started as an intern, then worked her way up and now she's close to creating her own clothing line. It's been her dream and she really worked to make it happen."

"That's amazing."

"Isn't it? She's such a boss." He shook his head. "And then there's me." He scoffed. "I went to school for business, with a minor in art. But that's about it for me. I don't really know what I want to do or how to go about making my degree useful." He used air quotes. "I honestly just don't even know. I got through school just fine, but I never had set plans for myself. I help my mom and dad at their cafe, then that's it." He shrugged.

"Jimin, you still have so much time to figure out what you want to do. Don't beat yourself up just because you didn't get there as quickly as Yana or other people. Your path isn't theirs and vice versa."

"It just gets hard, you know? I want to make them proud."

"And I'm sure they are. They always will be. You have so much to offer to the world, no doubt. You'll be able to show that in time."

"Thanks Y/N, I needed to hear that. Really." He smiled. "Just you listening makes me feel better."

"You should make more time for yourself, Jimin." You already could tell what kind of person Jimin was. One that always made time for everyone but himself. One who was completely and utterly selfless.

"I know, I'm working on it." He scooped into his ice cream cup. "So, enough of me." He chuckled. "Back to you."

"What else can I say about me?"

"I don't know, Y/N. I'm sure you have a lot you can say about yourself besides being a badass scientist." You chuckled. "Is that really the only reason why you came to Seoul? To get a break from LA and work?"

"If I'm being completely honest, no." He nodded as he continued to keep his attention on scooping more of his ice cream. "I'm actually in the same boat as Yana with the whole ex situation." You scoffed. "It sounds pathetic coming from me, I know."

"No." He shook his head. "No, it doesn't."

"I dated this guy for almost 5 years. But, it was so on and off and inconsistent during the last year. After we officially broke up, I couldn't separate myself from him, even if he was treating me like shit. Like a convenience. He would come around whenever he wanted to, even though he was already seeing other girls and playing his games. I was so tired of crying and feeling hurt over the fact that I was so replaceable. I was longing to find myself again."

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf, but you definitely don't deserve that."

"It is what it is."

"No, it's not. Someone who is more worried about getting their ego boosted than treating someone right doesn't deserve your time. None of this was your fault and I really hope you know that."

"It took me a long time to see it that way, of course. It was really difficult. I always questioned what was wrong with me."

"Nothing. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Please hear me when I say that. I know we haven't known each other for long, but I really mean it. You're beautiful, smart and you have a lot of things going for you. If he can't fit in that equation, then fuck it. That's on him and that's his loss." You chuckled.

"Thanks, Jimin."

"Of course." He tilted his head to the side as he smiled. He continued to stare for a bit longer, eyeing all of your features and taking it all in. You were really beautiful to him. A work of art. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, but he felt compelled to be by your side while you were around. He just wanted to keep spending time with you, getting to know you and making you happy. That became his goal. "So, uh. I have a couple of more places I'd like to take you to, if that's alright?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm down to see everything and anything I can while I'm still here."

"I'll do my best." He chuckled. After you both finished up your ice cream, you threw out the empty containers and packed up the blanket before heading back home. You knew you were going to keep spending more time with Jimin and his friends, but you were beginning to feel a little sad parting ways at the end of the night. You gave Jimin a tight hug and said your goodnights before shutting the door. You threw your shoes off to the side and took a quick shower before plopping yourself into the warm sheets. Yoongi had left you a voicemail you hours ago, but you had been so caught up that you hadn't checked your phone until now. You weren't going to call back due to the time change. Namjoon and Yoongi were for sure knocked the hell out. They wouldn't hear a thing.

"Oyyy," Yoongi's raspy voice came up on the voicemail. "Just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing down there. Namjoon is out running errands but I think he's gonna be hanging out with Yana again. Call me back when you get a chance. But not when it's like 4 or 5AM here please. Take care of yourself and be safe."

[themightyabbs]

Haikyu!! Incorrect Quotes

I wanted to try this incorrect quotes generator that, someone was talking about on here, lmao

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Fandom: How many kids do you have? Daisuga: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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*Noya  and Tanaka sitting in jail together* Noya: So who should we call? Tanaka : I’d call Daichi, but I feel safer in jail

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Noya: We need a distraction. Tanaka: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Hinata, whispering: My time has come

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Kageyama: Oikawa, can I talk to you for a second? Oikawa: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Hinata are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Kageyama: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Tsukishima: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Yamaguchi: Plane tickets? Hinata: Concert tickets? Noya: Prostitution? Tsukishima, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

Kageyama: I just ended a four year relationship. Yamaguchi: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Kageyama: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Oikawa and Iwaizumi fighting from across the room*

Kageyama: I’m an idiot. Tsukishima: Hinata: Yamaguchi: Daichi: Kageyama: Tsukishima: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day. Kenma: I prevented a murder today. Kuroo: Really? How’d you do that? Kenma: self control.

Bokuto: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Akaashi: I wake up at 4:30 AM Bokuto: Bokuto: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Daichi: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Tsukishima’s been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

Kenma: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Kuroo: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Kenma: Absolutely not.

Akaashi: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Bokuto: You and me!!! Akaashi, tearing up: Okay. Hinata: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Kenma: I'm a knife. Kuroo, from across the room: They're the little spoon. Daichi: What do you think Noya will do for a distraction? Tanaka: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Tanaka: ... or they could do that.

Kenma: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Kuroo: Kenma no. Bokuto: Mistlefoe. Akaashi: Please stop encouraging them.

Sugawara, driving Hinata and Kageyama: So how was your day? Hinata: We almost got surprise adopted! Sugawara: What? Kageyama: We almost got kidnapped. Sugawara: Oh, okay. Sugawara: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Asahi: Noya and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Daichi: *Sighing* What did Noya do? Asahi: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Noya: Who wants a steering wheel? Iwaizumi: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. Oikawa: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you. Kageyama: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t- Oikawa: Kageyama, my old arch enemy. Ushijima: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Oikawa: I have a life outside of you, Ushijima. Yamaguchi: In your opinion, what���s the height of stupidity? Tsukishima: *turning to Hinata* How tall are you? The Fandom: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Tsukishima: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Yamaguchi isn’t

Bonus Quote From Kenma! Kenma: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

[slowly-writing]

Puppy

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 1K

Requested by @im-salt-but-not-salty: I'm thinking of concepts (?) That aren't really a whole detailed idea but you're writing for Wanda and you're my favourite writer for her ❤️   • Wanda being taller than reader • reader wants a dog (maybe poodle?) And Wanda surprises her adopting one.   All of them up to you, I appreciate you a lot and wish you the best always

“I’m gonna get a puppy,” you say and Wanda literally chokes on her coffee, almost spitting it across the table.

“What?” She asks and you shrug not looking up from your cereal.

“I’m going to go get a puppy today,” you say and she sighs. You’ve always been a bit impulsive, and she can’t quite tell if you’re being serious or not.

“Love, we are in no way prepared for a dog,” she kisses the top of your head as she takes her dishes to the sink and it’s your turn to sigh as you follow.

“I know. But I want one,” leaning into her side, your head barely reaching her shoulder, you let your disappointment shine through.

“We’ll get a puppy one day. I promise.”

xxxxx

“What’s y/n doing?” Steve’s question causes Wanda to glance towards you. You’re sprawled upside down on the couch, legs dangling over the back as you stare intently at your phone.

“Looking at dogs, probably. She’s on it like crazy lately. I get it, dogs are cute, but with how much both of us are away it’s just not realistic,” Wanda says with a shrug and Steve nods.

“I get that. Bucky keeps on fighting for a cat saying it’d be practice for children. I’ll retire for kids, but I’m not leaving the field for a pet. What kind of dog is she looking at getting?” Steve asks.

“This week it’s a Great Dane. It’ll hopefully change by next week,” Wanda rolls her eyes and Steve’s almost pop out of his head.

“She realizes that would be bigger than her, right?” He whisper yells, trying to keep you from hearing his comment.

“I’m aware. You go try and talk some sense into her, because she’s not listening to me!” Wanda practically yells, she knows there’s no way you’re paying attention to anything but the dog pictures you’ll no doubt be showing her later. Steve glances to the couch and shakes his head. He’s not touching that.

xxxxx

“Is y/n still begging for a dog?” Steve asks one morning, a few weeks later, over breakfast.

“Unfortunately. I love her, and it’s killing me not to be able to make her happy, but there’s just nothing I can do,” Wanda says sadly, stabbing at her pancakes with a fork. “What about you? Is Bucky still on that cat thing?”

“Sort of. We found out Sam is allergic. At first it made Buck want one even more, but I convinced him it was a no go. Now he’s on the dog train too,” Steve says and Wanda shakes her head.

“Those too will be conspiring against us in no time.” As soon as the words are out of Wanda’s mouth, Jarvis’s voice is coming over the loudspeaker.

“Your presence is requested in the common room,” he says and the two glance at each other.

“Who’s?” Steve questions.

“All of the Avengers,” Is the response they get and the two stand, wondering what could be happening now. When they get there it’s not the secretary of state with a new set of rules or Fury with a mission. It’s you and Bucky with a powerpoint. This is gonna be good.

“We’ve gathered you here to discuss a very important topic,” You say dramatically clicking to the title card as everyone settles on the couches.

“A dog,” Bucky finishes and they look at the poorly made slides with corny clip art photos.

“Reasons we need a dog, number one protection. Dogs are historically good at guarding your home! They’ll keep us all safe!” you begin proudly.

“We’re literally called the earth’s mightiest heroes. I’m not too worried about a home invasion,” Tony teases and you deflate a bit.

“Reason number two, responsibility. Dogs have always been used to teach children responsibility!” Bucky adds in.

“You’re both adults. Plus you’re in charge of protecting the world, is that not enough responsibility for you?” Clint says calmly. He's had this conversation with his kids more times than he can count, he gets the excitement they feel.

“You spelled responsibility wrong,” Natasha cuts in and you glare.

“Anyway! Number three Navigation. If we get lost they’ll lead us home!”

“That’s what phones are for,” Tony’s comment is ignored this time.

“Number four, they’re great with kids!”

“There’s no kids here,” Wanda says gently as she steps towards you and you shrug.

“Not yet, but it’s bound to happen eventually!” You say enthusiastically and she sighs.

“Love, if there was anyway I could, we’d do it. But it’s just not realistic,” Wanda says and it’s your turn to sigh as she pulls you into her arms. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say softly, standing up on your toes to place a kiss on her cheek, “it was a dumb idea anyway.”

Wanda’s heart breaks as you walk away. It may be silly, but it would make you happy, and now she’s determined.

xxxxx

“Alright, there’s one more gift. Y/n, Buck come here,” Steve announces and you glance to the tree. Christmas is here and you’ve spent the morning opening gifts, but you thought you were done.

“It’s not under the tree, and it’s for everyone,” Wanda explains. “This gift is a team effort, but I think it’ll make you two the happiest. Come on Nat!”

You and Bucky glance towards the doorway as Natasha comes in, leading a tiny puppy on a leash and you both gasp.

“You got us a puppy!” you cheer, jumping into Wanda’s arms. She catches you easily, laughing as you press kisses all over her face.

“We figured at least one of us is normally here, and Pepper agreed to look out for her when we were all gone. I just wanted to make you happy, love.” You smile at her, tears gathered in your eyes.

“You do make me happy. Puppy or no puppy, though this is a bonus I won’t say no to,” you say and she sets you down with a watery laugh.

“You make me happy too. Now go play with your new dog,” she says and you press one more kiss to her cheek before running off to do just that.

xxxxx

Also, if you wanna see the powerpoint, that’s an option

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