#mom says the flowers just started popping up the other day so thats why i didnt notice til now lol

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

There is a very tall plant with yellow flowers growing out of the middle of the bush honeysuckle

Its gotta be at least 7 feet tall

If its a native plant I am impressed. That honeysuckle was slowly killing 3 trees

I gotta get out there later to try and identify it. The flowers are facing away from the house so I can't see the front so looking at pictures of flowers isn't helping much. And I need a better look at the leaves. I think it may be a type of sunflower?

Idk how I havent noticed it before

Look at it go

[emonaculate]

Streamer!Eren headcanons

❥ AU: Modern!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff

❥ Rating: Anyone can read

❥ Pairings: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

❥ Author Note: Ive been having the biggest brain rot about streamer!eren cause i just feel in my bones, it would be perfect for him so here are some head canons.

inspired by @sleepysnk

Eren would play any game that peaks his interest, but gets the most views when he plays any horror game, minecraft, or among us.

Its mainly due to how serious he gets when he rages over losing/dying or getting a jump scare.

"SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT ZOMBIE EVEN COME FROM?"

"Eren babe, not so loud."

"Sorry beautiful."

There are tons of video compilations dedicated to you walking in to shush him

His fans ADORE you

Most of them are baffled that Eren is in an interracial relationship but quickly grow used it after seeing your interactions

He often answers questions surrounding your relationship without invading what you want to keep private.

He would 100% let you sit in his lap whilst streaming

His views always rise when you are there, people just like seeing the adorable banter and romance

Everyone can tell how much he loves you

Literally he will visibly soften whenever you enter his line of view

Demands kisses whenever you enter or leave his "office"

If you ever miss a kiss, he will take a break from his stream and track you down

Plays with Jean, Connie, and Armin often

Plays with you too and gets super overprotective if anyone kills you in a game.

Once the entire gang played Among Us together and Eren went completely batshit after finding out Reiner and Bertholdt were the imposters that killed you.

The next round he is the imposter.

"And I took that personally."

He's oddly the scariest imposter.

For some reason, he becomes rational but manages to hide it well behind his usual hotheadness.

Still would never kill you tho <3

He would completely obliterate you in minecraft however

"eren stop I only have one heart left. you play too much."

"you didnt seem to mind playing when you hit me into lava... I lost all my fucking diamonds so you know what they say... hasta la vista baby"

Sucks at building but sucks at mining as well

usually fights mobs all night to stack up xp

says he's training to fight the dragon

swears he'll slay all creepers

deathly afraid of endermans

when they pop up, his screams are girly and loud

"HOLY SHIT. NO NO NO RUN YOU DAMN MIDGET! FUCKING MOVE!"

when he isn't fighting, he'll gather flowers for you and constantly leave them in places for you to find around your house

"Thanks for the flowers baby, yellow is still my favorite."

"I know princess."

he also puts gifts in your chests even though he sucks at mining, because you deserve the best.

Eren is pretty perverted and though he doesnt look at his stream chat often, whenever he sees any comments about your body or how lucky he is, all he does is grin knowingly and mumble "all mine."

HATES whenever people make it a big deal that you're black

addresses it once and swears if shit starts up again, he'll leave forever and never come back despite streaming being something he loves

will never tolerate racism or hearing stereotypes toward you EVER, even if its unintentional, pops off ever mfing time.

"Whether or not that's her real hair, it doesn't fucking concern you. Stop asking when you clearly look like you have uneven extensions, Brittany. Mind your fucking business."

"Baby chill, maybe she was just asking a honest questions."

"Nah fuck that. I don't give a damn, don't worry about whats in my baby's head."

You know those social media stars, who turn the cheek and allow people to say rude and hateful shit?

Yeah thats not Eren, he will always clap back harder and its beyond disrespectful.

"How are you gonna tell me to kill myself, when your bio literally says fly high mom? You must want me to pay her a visit or something."

"I'm too short? Well I think my height is just fine compared to your brother who seems to be just below six feet."

He has been cancelled TOO many times

its always for stupid shit

for being able to speak Japanese despite being a white man

for thinking pineapple on pizza is good

for liking Pepsi over coke

for pouring his milk in before his cereal

His COD lobby trash talk; while he doesn't say slurs or racist remarks, its too damn vulgar. He was built for that lobby 😭😭

His trash talking is elite and most times you can hear the person he is shit talking on the verge of crying. Its so fucking brutal.

In the same breath, he turn around and ask for kisses from you, as if he didn't make someone rethink being born.

That side only pops out when he is extremely pissed and he tries to avoid ever getting that mad because he knows words can hurt.

AN ADVOCATE FOR THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY

Gets super confused whenever someone asks what his thoughts on the community are.

"Love who you want, why the fuck should I worry about what some else gets off to?"

"If dicks makes you hard, cool. If pussy get you off, me too, lets be friends. Sexuality shouldn't matter people, grow tf up."

Donates a huge sum of the money he earns to different causes such as: cleaning up the polluted ocean charities, Black lives matter, protect Asian lives, and feed the hungry.

Basically he's caring and just wants to help despite his impulsive personality.

Once a month, he visits orphanages to talk to the kids, no camera no video nothing just to hang with the kids.

The only way his followers find out is because others posting about it.

Overall, Eren is in love with what he does and you, but if he had to pick, he'd choose you every single day over and over again <3

[annie-mit-ie]

Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :) 

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you  loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. “Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her. 

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“ 

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Archie//happily ever after

Request: Archie Andrews imagine where the reader is pregnant and dodger targets the pregnant reader and you can add whatever else you want but a fluffy ending and then skip to the birth

hey! first, trigger warning: threats/stalking (ikr, what a way to spend valentines day) other than that, i hope you like this!! i really wasn’t sure what to do with it but i think i figured it out! enjoy!

“Archie, really I’m fine.” The last step creaks beneath your feet, the sound alerting your mom to your presence. She looks up from the book she’s reading and sends you a small wave and half a smile before going straight back into reading it. 

It’s one of those that you always find donated somewhere, with the really weird cover of a poorly drawn woman clinging onto a half naked man. This time she’s branched out and is reading about a werwolf falling in love with a human, but it’s still got the same amount of R-rated smut in that makes you shiver every time you think of her reading it.  

You’ve told her that if she wants to read about stuff like that, she’s better off going on the internet, but computers are a gateway to viruses and hacking so she doesn’t touch the computer thats years older than you, sat in the spare room. 

Your dad is stood over the stove, stirring something in a pot that makes you feel sick and hungry at the same time and you’re not sure if you want to throw up or eat all of it. 

You peer over his shoulder, and he looks back at you with a smile before lifting the spoon out and offering it to you. Your eyes light up as you taste it and give him a silent thumbs up while Archie rambles about nothing on the other side of the phone. 

“Seriously I’m okay.” You say again, but he’s not listening and if it weren’t for the bump attached to your stomach that makes it more and more difficult to walk, you’d be over there in five minutes to kick his ass. “You don’t have to come over.” You roll your eyes at him. 

Ever since you got pregnant and he lost his dad, he’s been obsessively worrying about your safety. And it was sweet at first, he was looking out for you and his baby, but now, you’re worried that if he keeps up with this level of anxiety, he’s going to break. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You interrupt him and for a change he actually shuts up. “Byeee. We love you.” You add and hang up quickly. 

“Was that Archie?” Your dad asks and you let out a small huff. “I see it’s still all rainbows and hearts with you two.” He teases and you narrow your eyes at him. 

“He’s just worried about us.” You reply and point down to your rounded stomach, currently being hidden by the oversized t-shirt you stole from Archie. “Too worried if you ask me.” You mumble and shuffle over to the fridge. 

“Hey!” Your dad smacks your hand with the towel resting over his shoulder. “No snacking, dinner is almost finished!” 

“I’m eating for two dad. I could eat the entire contents of the fridge and dinner and still be hungry.” You reply and he grumbles quietly to himself while plating the food up. 

“You know, I was just like Archie when your mom was pregnant with you.” He says and you place the jar of pickles back in the fridge. “Maybe a little less, but then again me and your mother did live togeth-” 

“Dad.” 

“Sorry. All I’m saying is that it’s natural for him to be anxious. I mean, it’s your first kid and a lot has happened to the two of you. He’s bound to be a little more nervous than most. But it’s not a bad thing.” 

“It’s an annoying thing.” You reply and he rolls his eyes.

“What’s an annoying thing, dear?” Your mom asks as she shuffles past you and opens the fridge. 

“Do you people not see the food that is literally on plates waiting to be eating?” Your dad throws his hands up and you and your mom share a look.

“We do dear.” Your mom cups his cheek and smiles up at him sweetly. “It’s just we don’t want to eat it.” She adds making you laugh loudly. 

“Archie is an annoying thing.” You giggle while your dad glares at the two of you. 

“All men are dear.” She replies and pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Here you go.” She hands you an envelope and you look at her confused. It’s blank, apart from your name in bold black letters and a small x near the bottom. “It was pushed through the front door just before I came in here to see what abomination your father had created today.” 

“The only abomination I created was her, and you helped.” He says and grabs her waist, pulling her into his chest and the two of them giggle. 

“Hey! And ew.” You pull a face and rip the letter open. Your eyes scan the same clunky writing and suddenly you feel your blood run cold. You drop the letter and rush towards the window, frantically pulling the blinds up. 

“What is it?” Your mom joins you, her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she watches you move frantically. 

‘roses are red, violets are blue, you can’t see me but i can see you’ 

Your dad reads aloud, his voice trailing off near the end and slowly he looks back at you. 

The kitchen suddenly seems a lot darker than it was a minute earlier. The light flickers and bushes rustle outside, making you shuffle further towards your mom and suddenly you wish Archie had come over. 

“What?” Your mom laughs. “Who would send something like that?” She shifts uncomfortably and wraps her arms around her. “Y/n, is this one of your friends playing a prank?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t know who it is.” 

“Well they know you.” She replies. 

“Audrey.” Your dad says lowly and she shuts up. 

The front bell ringing makes the three of you jump, and before either of your parents have a chance to do anything, you’re already stomping your way towards the door. They follow you quickly, both of them shouting for you to leave it but you’ve never listened to them before so why should you now. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before swinging the front door open. 

The only thing that greets you is the flowers and ornaments that line the porch and you let out a shaky breath, but then you see it and it feels like you can’t breath again. 

“Oh. Isn’t that nice?” You say sarcastically. Your mom and dad look at each other and then at you, confusion turning into fear when they notice the picture pinned to the front door. 

Your smiling face stares back at the three of you, with scratched out eyes and red paint splattered over it. 

“Y/n, Audrey, go inside.” Your dad ushers the two of you back in before snatching the paper and slamming the door shut. 

You watch your dad storm into the kitchen to grab the not so secret lighter from your mom’s not so secret smoking stash. Your mom follows and the two of them stand in front of the sink as your defaced picture burns. 

You sigh and pull your phone out, already knowing that this is not going to end well. 

“Hey Archie.” You start slowly and you can already hear his heart rate rising with each second that passes. “You might want to come over.” 

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A rattle at your bedroom window has you awake and sat upright within seconds. You watch the shadow of a figure contort and move across your bedroom walls and you know you should run and scream and cry, but you can’t. Your frozen still in your bed with nothing but a lamp and a duvet cover to protect you. 

A silent sob escapes your lips and you slowly push the blanket off of you, your legs shaking as your feet touch the soft rug by your bed. The wood rattles and you feel the breath leave your lungs and a scream forces its way out of your throat. 

Whoever had sent you that letter, whoever had been watching and following and mailing you pictures of you and your parents doing mundane things like mow the lawn and water plants, they’ve finally decided that tonight is the night. 

Tonight the Y/l/n’s become the newest family to be added on to the growing list of Riverdale’s murder victims. 

Honestly you thought you’d have a little more time, you seem to have escaped death before when investigating the going’s on in town. So you assumed this would just be another thing that gets solved. 

But after four days of Archie and your friends working tirelessly to try and figure out who wants you dead...nothing. And so as you make eye contact with the person or thing that has come to murder you...hopefully in a fast manner, you know this is the end. 

But then the window opens and you see a flash of ginger hair sticking out of a black hoodie and you drop back down onto your bed, ragged breaths leaving your lips. 

“It’s okay.” Archie shushes and rushes towards you. “It’s fine. It’s just me.” He reassures you and pulls you into a tight hug. 

“You idiot.” You smack his chest and he coughs at the force. “I thought you were it! I thought you were going to murder me, you’re a fucking idiot.” You smack his arm with each word. “Idiot.” You finish and he waits a minute before deciding to speak. 

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “It’s just it’s late and I didn’t think anybody would answer the door.” 

“So you decide to climb through the window?” You ask and he shrugs, kicking his shoes off and throwing his jacket over your desk chair. 

“Hey, I used to do it all the time.” He replies and climbs into your bed. 

“Yeah, I remember.” You reply and shuffle in next to him. He props his head on his arm and shifts onto his side so he can look at you properly. “What happened to you?” You ask and stroke his cheek gently. “Why do you look like you’ve just come from a fight.” You add and follow the bruises and dried blood covering his face. 

“Because.” He mumbles and looks down. 

“Because?” 

“Because I have.” He replies and your jaw drops. 

“Archie, you’re gonna be a dad. You can’t go around fighting people because they’ve stolen from Pop’s or threatened your friends.” 

“I know.” He nods and drops onto his back. “I did it because of you.” 

“What?” 

“I know who sent you that note. It was Dodger.” 

Of course it was Dodger. He’d been nothing but a pain in Archie’s ass since he turned up and started involving kids in drugs. Of course, Archie being Archie tried his best to get the kids out of it and Dodger away from Riverdale. However this place being the way it is, nothing is ever that easy, and now you’ve landed yourself a stalker. 

“Him?” You ask surprised. “What the hell did I do to him?” 

“Date me.” He shrugs and you glance at him. 

“And he wants to do that?” You ask and wiggle your eyebrows making him laugh. “Now I understand the whole creepy poetry theme.” You say and glance at the small pile of threats sitting on your desk. 

You’ve had one every single day for the past four days, meaning you’re under 24 hour surveillance by your mom, dad and Archie. 

“No, he wants to kill me, so I guess he thought he’d go after you.” He replies and you huff loudly. 

“Well that’s just plain rude. It’s you he’s got the problem with, not me.” 

“I know.” He shakes his head. “Anyway, I tracked him down and told him to leave you alone.”

“And did that work?” You ask and he sends you a look. 

“Does it look like it worked?” He points to his bruised eye and you shrug. 

Silence fills your small room and you stare up at the ceiling, hoping that it’ll tell you the right thing to say. 

“Archie?” You ask and he hums in reply. “You know I love you right? Like more than anything ever?” He nods and you take a deep breath. “You know that me and this baby are going to be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. I know you’re under a lot of stress and I know you’re really worried, but beating people up isn’t going to fix everything, no matter how much they deserve it. Maybe you should talk to your mom or something.” You whisper and he sighs. 

You feel his hand against your skin, his touch light and soft as his fingers run up your arm, until he rests them against your stomach. You rest your own hand on top of his and let out a shaky breath. 

“It will be okay.” You say, although right now you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince. Because having a baby is terrifying anyway, but it’s even scarier at 18 in a town that’s most famous for murder. It feels like every year there’s something new that you, Archie and your friends barely get out of alive. 

It’s hard keeping yourself safe when the baby is safe inside you, but what happens when they’re born and it become more difficult to keep them safe. 

“Y/n. Listen to me.” He starts, picking up on your panicked breathing. 

“I promised you I would keep you safe. And I plan on keeping that promise. Nobody is ever going to hurt you or our baby.” 

---

It’s been a long and stressful journey, and there were parts of it that thought you wouldn’t make it. 

But finally you’re here. 

The hospital smells like machines and hand sanitiser, and the four blue walls feel like they’ve paled in the time you’ve been stuck between them. 

Archie thought he’d never be able to step foot in a hospital ever again, not after everything that has happened, and not without his father. But then your waters broke in the middle of Pop’s and all of his fears were forgotten. 

Everything after arriving at the hospital seemed to pass him in a blur. He was sure five minutes ago he was helping you through the front doors of Riverdale General Hospital, rambling incoherently about you and the baby and how you need help, and the next he’s stood beside you, letting you break his hand and watching nurses and midwives rush around you. 

Your scream forces him out of the daydream he’s in, and then it’s not you’re scream he can here anymore. High pitched wails are heard throughout the whole room and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. 

“Well done babe.” He whispers and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Your let out a tired chuckle and drop your head back onto the pillow. 

“I did it!” You whisper, and a few stray tears roll down your cheeks. Archie grabs a tissue to wipe them off, before pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiles and kisses you again. Your eyes flutter closed, but a loud cry makes you sit up a little straighter, despite the pain you feel. 

“Y/n. Archie. Meet your son.” A grey haired woman grins as she hands you your son. His small fists kick away the blanket wrapped around him and you both let out a small giggle as you watch his face scrunch up into a yawn. 

“Our son?” Archie asks and runs a hand over his cheek. “Do you think he’ll be ginger?” He asks and you look up at him. He’s already staring back at you, and there’s a look in his eyes that is reserved only for you. It’s so full of love and awe and it makes you feel more loved that you ever have before. 

“I really, really hope so.” You smile and kiss him slowly. A small noise forces you to pull away and the two of you stare down at your newborn son. “Have you got any ideas for names?” 

“Archie Junior!” Archie replies and you send him a look. 

“I have not spent the last 9 hours in labor for you to call our baby Archie Junior.” You say making him huff and mumble a small ‘fine’. “What about Freddie?” You ask and he looks at you quickly. 

“Really?” He asks, his eyes watery and you smile sadly. 

“Of course.” You nod. “Freddie Archibald Andrews. Named after the kindest, sweetest and bravest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing.”

✨tagged ✨

@moxleybabe

[ravenadottir]

Hear me out: headcannons about Bobby growing old with mc🥺 (I needed some fluff T-T)

no no no no no, you can’t just come in here and do this to me!! that’s so wholesome! i think i’m gonna have to divide this in decade marks, and maybe stop at the 30 year mark? i can do a part II later. 🤔

‘10 year mark’

the ‘mckenzie’ brand has expanded to restaurants, bars and bakeries all over the uk

the bars are considered a hot spots in the big cities. pictures of young ‘paisley cuddle’ are scattered on the walls, along with the pics from the villa’s parties, to set the theme

the restaurants have bobby and his experiences with famous chefs, like jake ‘sweetcheeks’ wilson, mary berry, gordon ramsey, wolfgang puck.

the bakeries however have the pictures from the time bobby went on the bake off show and won.

there’s small town models of the bakeries/restaurants that are seen as ‘family diners’

you and bobby already have two kids, 4 years apart from each other. in my head bobby is the type to have them earlier so they can live their best life together, have fun in the kitchen or in the backyard playing ball.

he loves throwing birthday parties every year, and of course, baking the cake. to which year is a different theme. “babe, you take care of the decorations and the details i’m definitely gonna forget, and me?” he puffs his chest holding a whisk. “i’m the cake guy.”

bobby is the reason why the kids love the parties so much. he’s the type of parent that goes on the slider with the kids, jumps with them in the bounce house, starts the water balloon wars…

the parents are so thankful for him since he’s pretty much the one who keeps an eye on them at all times.

usually, he’s waking up early every day because it became a habit since his hospital times. he never really shook that habit. so he prepared breakfast, takes the dog out, while you wake the kids up to eat and rush them to school

the dad that takes two different cameras and a phone to film and take pictures during his kids’ public presentations, games, recitals and science fairs “dad, one phone is enough” “yeah, but your dad needs backup! i’m from the 90′s darling. i can’t be any different” he says, shrugging with a grin.

you guys have a small house on the outskirts of glasgow or london, depending on who won the bet you had when you got married.

you’re pregnant again. entirely unplanned and now bobby can’t stop crying,. he always wanted three kids.

‘15 year mark’

a third child came three years ago, which made you consider a much more peaceful place to buy a house. and a bigger one for that matter.

bigger bakyeard means more people and their kids playing around the lawn, as bobby and gary grill sausages, making stupid jokes about it, and you and the girls have drinks shaking your heads.

you and bobby are gary’s kids’ godparents

ibrahim can’t come, he’s to busy making mad money on brand deals. noah is calming the kids down, by reading something in the living room, while bobby shakes a cocktail for the tired parents.

gary gives you a new couple of puppies, because the dog you had has unfortunately passed away. (sorry!)

your first kid is just turning 13 and being a little pain in the ass. but they like their uncles and aunties so they will actually raise their heads from *inser new device that will replace phones*

you guys travel in your car, to spend a week in cabins, fishing, playing ball, having picnics close to the lake

bobby always throws at least one of the kids in the water, before jumping in and splashing everyone. “bet you can’t do better than that, babe…” he says to you, raising his brows suggestively. “watch me, mckenzie.”

summer time and the lake became a tradition since it was the first place you and him spent a holiday alone

the employees that attend to you in hotels refer to you as “the mckenzie’s”

in the city, you have a trustworthy babysitter that will spend the night so you and bobby can have some time alone

he surprises you with dates and flowers out of nowhere

early nights are made for you and bobby to help the kids with homework

at this point, bobby is invited to be a special guest in cooking/baking competitions in the uk

and to have a “masterclass” of hiw own, where he mostly credits you for the idea of expanding, the execution of the administrative plans and how to actually expand a business. “i only do the cooking. she’s the genius behind the money.” he laughs while crossing his legs during his online course.

‘20 year mark’

kids’ sad times. graduations are happening. the youngest is entering third grade, the other one is in uni, far from home. “did you have to choose something so far from your old man?” “dad… of course! how else would i have a ‘paisley cuddle’ phase?” they respond, laughing. “i should’ve never told you thats story! now you’re having ideas!” “relax dad. everything is gonna be fine!” the middle one is entering high school and their rebellious phase.

bobby follows through with his part of the deal when you got married, by wearing something ridiculous to embarrass your kid at their graduation. “dad, you look like a hawaiian drug dealer.” “ i know,” “oh, so it wasn’t dark when you got dressed? mom!” “what can i say, your dad doesn’t care for blacks and blues.” “yeah, right…”

professionaly, bobby has a renowned signature dish, plenty of new ideas for the future, like school and courses.

the house is the same you bought five years ago, but now, it’s mostly parents getting together for barbecues, cocktails, movies and game nights

the younger children stay in the tv room upstairs

‘25 year mark’

your second child didn’t go to uni, and decided to help out on the family business. they always felt like this was the life for them and couldn’t wait to finish school to start.

bobby wanted them to go to school to learn everything they could “but dad, you didn’t, and you know so much.” “oof, they got you there, babe.”

you have a second wedding ceremony and a second honeymoon

bobby has a few grey hairs popping through his dreads

he’s still wearing colorful shirts and girls on social media call him ‘daddy’

he’s been invited to cook for the queen (yes, she’s still alive)

you see your friends a few times more a year now.

your third child is going to uni, to follow a career path you never imagined they would, but you’re proud of them

you decided to sell the house, that’s so big now, and find a smaller one that still has an extra bedroom for when your oldest comes to stay with their partner

bobby cracks dad jokes now, and according to gary, he picked them up from him “sure, gary, ‘cause you’re the only man on the planet who tells dad jokes” “stop bickering! you’re like an old married couple.” you say, slapping their arms playfully

‘30 year mark’

your first child just had their first child

“you’re a grandpa, bobs!” gary slaps him on the back, picking up a box of cigars that they will share with noah and ibrahim.

“can’t believe i’m this old.” “if you’re old, what am i?” you ask him, folding your arms on your chest. “beautiful?” he responds with a clear guilty expression.

‘things that would happen at all times during this entire journey’

bobby would sing to the kids every night

you would read them bedtime stories, taking turns to do the voices

it’s a tradition to cook together on special occasions, no matter what happens. the three kids, you and bobby would always spend the day listening to music, talking about life, slicing, sauteeing, mixing, measuring. it’s a tradition that will never die

when your grandkids come around, they will be the the ones resposible for measuring

drawings that your kids do in school akways have extra colors on bobby’s outfits. his name also has more than three colored letters

bobby has taught your kids how to play the guitar

rainy afternoons were known as “dad’s baking afternoons”

you and bobby had a hard time to find a compromise between being friends and parents.

open conversations with your kids, about everything. they knew what to expect in the world.

bobby’s parents would visit, to spend a whole weekend and share stories of his childhood, as yours would too

family vacation always had a ‘car trip and singing along to the radio’ type of tradition as well

your oldest now takes their child for family vacation in the same spot you and bobby used to

twice a year you guys rent a place for the family to have some bonding, even after they get married (or not)

“your dad is the finest pillow fort architect in the uk”

camping in the backyard when you had to cancel a trip

you’re in charge of coaching and playing sports in the back of the house while bobby relaxes under the sunlight “i was never very athletic”. he’s the empire

*these are the ones on the top of my head. i must’ve left dozens behind :/

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Shopping p.3

AN: so we’re just not gonna talk about how i was gone for a year, but I’m back and finna write up a storm. BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy​ for proof reading dis shit! 

pairing: m’baku x reader

warnings: cursing i think thats it lol.

word count: 2312

Courting with M’baku was a.... interesting process to say the least. Every morning you awoke he was on your mind, you felt the ghost of his hands wrapped around your waist possessively as you slept and the same kisses that he peppered all over your face to wake you up as you walked around your small house. By the time that you walked out of your house you always practically tripped over the guard that he had stationed outside who was charged with protecting you. 

“You know” You said as you made your way outside of your house the guard following close behind you. “If we’re going to be spending so much time together it’s only fair that we know each other's name.”

You heard the man chuckle behind you.

“Eamon” he said following you on your walk.

“Eamon” You toyed with the name in your mouth “I like that name, you know I have a thing about names. I don’t understand how people end up with ugly names, it’s the simplest thing yet somehow overlooked.” You hit a quick left turn, you wanted to teach m’baku a lesson about sending guards to your house. You weren’t some frail flower that he had to protect at all costs. 

“Are we taking a detour today or are you trying to lose me again?” Eamon asked matching your quickening pace.

“We’re taking the scenic route to work today Eamon, stop assuming the worst about me” You smiled back at him but you were greeted with nothing but cold eyes.

“y/n lets go your shop is the opposite way we’re not doing this again.” 

“Fine” You pouted turning around “I don’t need to be watched, you do know that right? I’ve run my shop and walked from my house to it and back everyday since I was 18. You don’t need to protect me”

Eamon laughed to himself, “You think this is about you? I’m here because my king requested that I protect the woman that has stolen his heart and I serve his majesty. This has nothing to do with what I want to do it’s all up to him.”

The rest of the walk to your shop you spent in silence reflecting on your subtle realization, M’baku wanted to protect you, he wanted to make sure that no one in the entire world would be able to mess with his girl. And he wanted you to know that. While your mind wandered astray your feet had taken you to the street that your shop was on. A bouquet of roses sat on your step, the bright red in bright contrast with the blank white snow that surrounded them. You smiled to yourself, he’d been sending you gifts all week  and today’s gift had been roses. You picked up the bouquet and pulled out your keys unlocking your shops door. You hummed to yourself as you held the door open for Eamon to walk in behind you, he took his normal seat next to the door and pulled out his phone, no doubt informing m’baku that you had arrived at your shop and had started your work. You picked the note off of the flowers.

My dearest y/n,

       Roses today, diamonds tomorrow.

       Nothing is too good for you.

           See you tonight my love.

                       ~ M’baku

You smiled at his sweet note and felt a rush of happiness seep into your system, the blush redding your cheeks. Deciding to busy yourself you placed a pot of water onto a small burner.

“What are we feeling today Eamon?” You asked pulling out the rectangular tin that held your teas.

“What are my options again?” Eamon asked rising from his seat to walk over to your counter.

“Jasmine, ginger, green tea or this herbal blend that my mom gave me” you looked up at Eamon for his decision and he looked puzzled.

“You can pick this time y/n, I’ve tried all of them I don’t know which one I like the most” Eamon said as he returned to his seat at the front of the store.

“Ginger tea it is then.” You said grabbing the two tea bags and placing the top back on the tin and sliding it back into its place. While the water boiled you moved around your shop turning on your machines, you ran your hands over your records settling on the miseducation of Lauryn Hill. You popped the record out of its sleeve and placed it on the record player, intro played through the speaker on the record player, as you walked around your shop your mind flashed back to the last time you’d seen m’baku it’d been far too long...

“Why must you be so stubborn isithandwa?” M’baku asked. It was the third day that he had come to visit you since you agreed to let M’baku court you. He’d drop by around closing time and talk to you while you cleaned up your work for the day. He would walk you up to your parents house and talk to your Mom and Dad for a few hours before you fell asleep (with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and your back pressing up against his torso no doubt) he’d try to gently wake you up before deciding it would be easier to just call a car to come pick the both of you up and drive you back to your home. He’d open your front door and walk you back to your bedroom with you in his arms bridal style and plop you onto your bed, first he’d start by pulling all of your outside furs off leaving you in whatever pair of sweatpants or leggings you wore to work that day and a matching t-shirt. Next it was onto your hair most of the time your hair was pulled up into a puff so he would remove the hair tie that had kept it up, always earning a groan from you. Next he would throw on whatever bonnet he found laying closest to your bed making sure your head was on the silk pillows. Finally he would pull all the furs onto you that he could find. The first night that he had taken you home and wrapped you up in furs he looked down at his handy work and was immediately disappointed . “How is she still cold, she’s under 12 furs” he murmured to himself. He debated climbing into bed with you but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. You whined pulling the covers up onto your back, M’baku noticed you start to shiver. He couldn’t leave you cold and alone in your house “Fuck it” he said as he started shedding his outer layer of clothing and climbing into bed next to you, wrapping  his arm around your waist pulling your body against his own.

“M’baku” you would whine out his warm body instantly sending blood flowing through your entire body.

“Ssh ssh ssh my love” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep now, sleep”

This night was no different M’baku sat on your counter his long legs touched the floor, his coat long forgotten hanging on coat rack along with most of his protection from the cold outdoors.

“I’m not being stubborn m’baku! I don’t need to be followed around!” you retorted back at him.

“He won’t be following you he’s just there for your protection. He will be seen and not heard I promise” M’baku stood up and walked over to you as you turned off the record player.

“I don’t need protection M’baku! What would I even need protection from? I work in a weapons shop for hanuman’s sake!” you turned back to face him.

“I don’t know y/n protection from anyone or anything, I just want to know that you’re safe!” M’baku came back at you with a fire you hadn’t seen in him before. “I-“ he paused, his voice had gotten softer and his hand had found its way to his forehead and started massaging his temples. “I just want to make sure that you’re safe y/n that’s it.”

You paused for a moment and looked M’baku up and down scanning his body for any sign that what he just said was a lie. You wrapped your arms around M’baku and placed your head into his chest. “I’m sorry” you said quietly into his chest.

M’baku took a deep breath in. “No i’m sorry isithandwa, I shouldn’t have pushed you. You said you didn’t want the guard and that should of been the end of it. Do you forgive me?” 

You pulled your head out of M’baku’s chest “Of course I forgive you M’baku, do you forgive me for being so stubborn?”

M’baku lifted your chin up and brought his lips down to deliver a sweet and tender kiss.

“One guard” you said after the kiss “One guard, not seen AND not heard” you saw the smile form on M’baku’s face. He lifted you up off the ground as his hand found your thighs.

“M’baku stop!” you exclaimed laughing with him as he spun the two of you around “You’re gonna drop me! ”

That made m’baku stop spinning “Eh? you think I'm gonna drop the wife that hauman gave me? what am I crazy!”

The shrill scream of the teapot snapped you out of your dream like trance. You walked over and grabbed two handmade mugs and poured hot water into each mug.

“Are you sure you want ginger Eamon, this is your last chance?” you looked over to see eamon gazing out of the window, he turned his attention to you. As the steam hit you, you flashed back to another time  M’baku had spent the night at your house.

You awoke to the shower running in your bathroom, no doubt M’baku had decided to shower at your place tonight. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table it shone bright with 1:38 am. The shower turned off and within a few moments the bathroom door opened and a wave of steam hit your face. M’baku emerged from the bathroom and his eyes met yours. 

“See something you like isithandwa?” M’baku smirked at you adjusting the towel around his waist.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about M’baku” you said plastering an innocent smile across your face.

“You looked me up and down like you wanted to pounce on me. Is that what it is? You want me?” M’baku cooed at you as you sat up in bed.

“Don’t test me m’baku, I’m following your customs by withstanding from sex with you until marriage. If it were up to me i would of been showering with you just now” you said crossing your arms and pushing your bottom lip out into a pout.  

M’baku walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips. “I appreciate you and thank you little one, i know it’s not easy for you but trust me once we get together I will make it worth the wait”

“Yea it better be m’baku, hurry up and put some clothes on I wanna cuddle, I’m cold!”

Eamon’s words snapped you back to reality “Eh ginger is fine” 

You hummed along to ex-factor as you dunked the ginger tea bag into eamon’s drink and then one into your own drink. You walked over to Eamon and handed him his drink. 

“Thanks” he muttered focusing back outside the window after a few sips.

“I'm gonna get started I've got three jobs on back order so I might not be able to hear you with all the machines running”

You turned on your heels and walked into the back of your store and started on your work for the day.

Around 6 hours later you were done with two out of three of your orders and wanted to finish the third one tonight. You were blasting music so loud it blurred out your own thoughts, just how you liked it. You hummed along to your music as you grabbed the knife out of the ice bucket and turned around to set it on the tray.

“M’baku shit!” you dropped the knife you’d been working on to the floor. M’baku just smiled up at you from a chair sitting in your studio. You cut your eyes at him before you walked over to your speakers and turned it down so you could hear him.

“You really shouldn’t keep your music up that loud love” M’baku said to you as he watched you pick up the knife and survey it for damage.

“You really shouldn’t tell a woman with a knife in her hand what to do.” you said back to him. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“I don't know isithandwa it’s hard to remember I was so enchanted with watching you move and sing as you worked” M’baku chuckled making a mental note to remember this conversation.

“M’baku I'm serious! When did you walk in?” you whined out still facing him toying with the knife in your hand.

“ An hour isithandwa at max I swear!” he lied through his teeth he’d been there for at least two. You turned you back to him as you set the blade down on the counter and went back to your work. You heard M’baku stand up and walk towards you, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist with ease and his breath down your neck.

“Come with me today” M’baku mused in your ear, giving it a little nibble.

You felt your entire body relax into his arms and you let out a deep exhale releasing all of your pent up stress from today. “Go with you where?” you asked

“Come home with me today, let me take you to my home” he corrected himself “Our home”

[bolbianddolanhouse]

Book 2 FAQ!

Book 1 FAQ Beginning of Book 2

Dang y’all, 14 chapters done for Book 2! It’s been a little bit of a struggle to hash them out on time BUT I deliver. I’ve asked, y’all keyboard smashed in my inbox...let’s get INTO IT!

4 KIDS?!

Yep. And all 4 of them are full of personality! I guess I dreamt them up to convey all of the unspoken parts of the My Hero universe (canon or not). 

Are the kid’s names in relation to their abilities?

No unfortunately, they’re names are based on their personalities/the major event that happened around the time they were born (no spoilers about it tho! Gotta read book 3 to know why!). Lili Perla is based off of Pearl from Steven Universe and their character type. Iwata El Roca is a nod to Luchador’s names and a character that passed away in the AU to honor them. Tensei Oro is a play on their family position, Tensei was the first born twin and his uncle was the first born, Oro is spanish for ‘gold’ and it’s a play on being first (ya know, because they give gold medals for 1st place!). Hanaka Rosa is a double trope name, Hanaka (Japanese: hana- flower, ka- power) is a nod to the tough girls with flower names in anime and Rosa (spanish: Rose) is a name used in telenovelas as the woman that causes all the romantic tension. I did the whole Japanese first name, Spanish middle name because thats what I want to do when I do have kids.

Why did Mineta have to be in this AU?

I hear you! The thing is that I DREAMT it like this. He’s the slightly incompetent teacher that gets dunked on by the parents. Good news is that he’s single and isn’t as gross in this part of the AU. He’s this AU’s punching bag if you will.

It was weird when you wrote in hate-crime/dorm incident bc I didn’t think about it that way...Why did you decide to explore it?

That part felt important to me to write. Yes the canon shows like actual crimes of different intensities, but not nessatreily hate-crimes done in schools. As you know, being LGBTQA+ in grade school is a terrifying thing to express if don’t want to stand out. The constant fear of peers judging you, bullies hurting you and teachers that seemingly don’t care about you if you come out is enough to silence anybody. Imagine that but in a hero school?! The hate-crime would be a villainous act and the culprit would have to do desperate measures to make sure nobody rats on them to maintain a clean image/record. Plus on the flip side, any ally that stands up for their oppressed peer is hailed the hero but they wouldn’t have to stand up for them if there were real consequences and punishment for the bullies. So in the AU, I wrote it how I’d want such hate-crimes to be handled. Not only justice but also accommodations for the victim.

The Mcdonalds order cracks me up! What is your Mcdonalds order?

I throughly enjoyed the Mcdonalds order part too. It’s a nod to the proposal in Book 1 when they went to Mcdonalds before the peer over. I wrote it to show that the family goes every now and then. My order is: Triple Cheeseburger, Large fries, Large sweet tea, 2 sausage and egg McMuffins & a cone. And yes, there will be a Mcdonalds order for every child because it drives the plot.

Will there be more interactions with the pro heroes from the canon series?

YES! Though old, theres more interactions planned with them. Of course, it’s all in Book 3 (trying not to spoil anything!).

Is it spoiler if you tell us if your kids (or one of them) becomes a villain?

I’ll tell y’all right now....NONE of my kids becomes a villain. It might look like one or two of them might from the way I wrote them but they’re just latina.

Will one of your kids be the next Ingenium?

Yes but I won’t tell you which one. But I can’t wait to reveal it to y'all!

I see all the call-backs to your self insert character’s past...Is it alluding to the conclusion?

I dreamt it as such and I fixed it in writing as a way to come full circle. Notice that Lili didn’t get any of her mom’s past from her mom? It wasn’t until when she confronted her on the couch in chapter 13. Even then, it wasn’t the full story nor did it fill in all the cracks and time skips after her mom’s time at UA. In Book 3, we explore more of the past. The conclusion is yet to be revealed.

How big is that house?!

It’s a little hard to explain? I want to say its big but parts of the house are disproportionate. It’s a two story house with no attic nor basement, 3 bath room, Master bedroom, 2 large bedrooms, office space, guest room, full kitchen, dining room, large living room, three car garage and a decent size backyard. What I’m trying to say that it’s big enough for that chaotic ass family.

Where’s Aizawa?!

Let the mans rest! He’s alive but he’s busy being a grandpa and taking naps. 

Canon villains OwO?

Y’all ate UP the Dabi surrender in Book 1 and his little mention in Book 2. But in this AU (not to spoil anything to anime only and manga dabblers) the League of Villains are still rampant but dispersed. In Book 3 (and part of Book 4) they pop in to drive the plot from a canon storyline. In the series, the rookie Hawks has been seen as a double agent and exposes a corrupt Hero Society. Same concept but in this AU, Hawks has gone missing when he failed to kill Best Jeanist. Here’s where the kids go into play BUT more on that as the plot progresses!

I really want to see art of these OCs! I wanna see how Iida’s genes transferred over to his kids!

I hear y'all! I’ve slid into DM during commission windows and have the means to pay for some line art at least...but with no responses. I’ve got my self insert character done in this post if you wanna check it out plus the artist was super sweet during the whole process. I may commission them again when they got a window of commissions open. But I may do a lineart of the kid’s faces in the near future.

What if....hypothetically....Shinso stayed?

Oh boy, okay so the Shinso stans have BOMBARDED my asks since the last arc of Book 1. So what if Shinso stayed...obviously I wouldn’t have 4 kids, just the one that we were gonna have. We wouldn’t be married and overall just be loveless the more we see our friends get married and start families. The company would still be there but delayed by 5 years or so. Our son would grow up to convince me and Shinso to separate when they get at around High school age. Tenya still wouldn’t have said anything but done the reunited part differently. I would’ve considered cheating but morals would’ve stopped me. Eventually, when our son decides to move out, we’d stay as housemates and basically die alone....aren’t you glad this AU isn’t such a downer?! Luckily things are patched up with my self insert and Shinso, because he comes into play in Book 3!

Eri Nurse! In your AU!

Yup! I’ve actually read some NurseEri! AUs on twitter and Tumblr (btw, some of y’all that like my posts have good taste in fics!) and it manifested in my dreams and created UA Nurse Eri. She shows up a few more times in the AU, so don’t fret if Eri is your fave.

Is it okay if I follow you on a different platform? Do you have another social media that I can follow you on?

You can follow me on Twitter (@oketsusama). It’s my personal twitter that I repost memes and get my news from. So it’s not as poppin as my Tumblr, but at least it’s AU free over there lmao.

What’s you favorite rare pair in the My Hero canon storyline?

Oh! and DON’T hate me, but I stan the Sero x Iida rare pair! There’s crumbs of the pair on twitter and here but the ones that I did read got me in tears. If you haven’t seen this tag on twitter and Tumblr, DO IT! The one on twitter had a lot of angst in it and it got me HOOKED on some of that goofball with their geeky partner energy.

Not a question, but I like your //Palma-sama Speaks in the tags. They’re funny and makes your posts that much more personalized.

I will cry! Thanks for reading that far! I like doing the ‘talking in the tags’ thing to basically point out the callbacks to new readers that stumbled upon that chapter of the AU. 

How long is this AU?!

It’s quite long BUT the ending is marvelous, trust. 

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Thanks for reading! That’s all the asks for now, keep asking them! I love reading them. Next is the finale of Book 2! Everything will still come out 2-3 days of each other until further notice. Stay safe, drink water!

-Palma-Sama

[minerva26love]

Just Say His Name Part 1

So this happened to me now for a third time, you think i would have learned my lesson. I wrote a whole lot of this story and the draft didnt save so now i must write this all over again. I may make this 3 parts im not sure yet. If you enjoyed my story please like and reblog!!!  This is based off of an old english myth!

Warning: Some language, Smut will be coming soon, some mention of Domestic Violence but very small. If alot of people like this story i will keep writing! I wanted to see how this one turned out. 

The vibrations of the train were making my eyes close even more. It has been a long ride and i have almost made it to London. Its about a two and a half hour long train ride. It was just me and Rory my cat on this journey. I am coming from Paris, i went to school there and lived with my family. A couple of days ago my parents got an letter saying that they had an urgent  meeting with some Aurors downtown. After said meeting they were told they needed to go on a trip with more Aurors out of the country. I was of course not able to attend. My mother was talking to my Aunt on the phone, my cousin Lilly attends Hogwarts. They were very excited and offered for me to stay with them while they were away. This is unfortunately a two year mission. Going in my bag i looked back at my ticket to remind myself where i am going so i dont miss my stop. Kings Cross Station Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. I sigh as i lean my head on the window. 

“Kings Cross Station next! ETA 5 minutes.” The train conductor yells as he goes through the train cars. I take a glance at Rory who is sleeping next to me. 

“Well Rory it looks like we arent in Paris anymore.” It is our third year LIlly and i, I am very excited about the next two years but also very excited. The train comes to a halt and the Whistle blows. I gather everything and  Rory. The train conductor puts my luggage on my cart and tips his hat. He leaves me alone and surrounded by people. Lots of people hurrying to catch their trains, whistles blowing and lots of carts. Frantically,i start looking for Lilly or my Aunt. 

“(Y,N)!” Sighing in relief i turn around to see my Aunt, Uncle and Lilly standing with a sign that says Welcome to London. I push my cart towards them and run to give them all a hug. “Its so nice to see you dear!” My Uncle takes my cart and they lead me to the car. 

“Its so nice to see you all too!”We all get to the car and start driving to their house. “Thank you again for taking me in, mum and dad really appreciate it.” 

“Of course! We are all very excited!”

“My friends are also very excited to meet you. They are the ones i take to you on the phone about,”

“Ah, yes Peter, Sirius, Remus and oh yeah how could i forget James.” Her parents laugh. Lilly blushes. The Car takes a turn on the next street. In the Yard you see 4 boys and a girl hanging out in the yard. I was assuming they were waiting for Lilly to get home. The car turned into long driveway and we all exited the car. A kind of tall boy with glass ran to Lilly and gave her a hug, 

“Lilly pop how are you my darling?” Her face turns red with embarrassment. 

“Ah, you must be James.” He smiles and shakes my hand. The rest of the group caught up with James, they all hugged Lilly.

“(Y/N), this is James, Peter, Sirius, Alice and Remus.” I wave

“Its so nice to meet all of you, Lilly has told me so much about you all. More about James than anyone.” James high fives Sirius meanwhile Lilly punches me on the arm. “Ow, asshole.” My Uncle gets my bags as we walk up the driveway. Her house was lovely, all brick house with a wrap around porch. Inside was just as grand as the outside. When walking inside there is a formal sitting area and formal dinning room. I followed everyone to the main living room area. It was a very  large space and the kitchen was in it as well. “Lilly what is that amazing smell?” 

“That my dear is my famous Chocolate Chip Cookies. Im reheating them for you all. Lilly why dont you go show (Y,N) her new room. The reset of you may go outside and play Quidditch-” 

“Yes!” Sirius and James cheered. 

“Without breaking anything please.” The group left to go to the backyard, Remus was the last to leave, he looked at me softly before heading out back. After he left i had the weirdest feeling i have never felt before. I barely knew this boy yet i longed for him to come back. I was drawn to him. I shook it off and headed upstairs to my new room. The room was nice, it had light blue walls, and a fluffy white rug in the middle of the room. I had a bed, desk, and bookshelf. I hugged Lilly. She was surprised at first then hugged me back. She understood that this was really hard for me not being with my parents. I was still waiting for an owl to come to let me know they made it ok. My cat Rory seemed to bed doing ok as well. Sleeping in a tall cat tree right by the window so he can watch the cars drive by. We went back downstairs and walked to the back porch. Lilly ran up to the group excited to play.

“Come on Remus how many times have you read that book?” Sirius yelled

“This happens to be my favorite book, and at least i can read better than you.” Remus smirked

“At least i can read better.” Sirius mocked. 

I was never a fan of sports and i have never played Quidditch. I was standing near a table and chairs on the porch where Remus was sitting. I took a glance without him noticing at the book he was reading. 

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.-” i quoted 

“ There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”  Remus finished the quote. “Thats right.” He smiles up at me. He gestures me to sit down. When i sit by him i feel heavy, Im so drawn to him. “Im assuming you read, and you have great taste in books.” I smile and push a piece of hair behind my ear but it falls again. This time Remus puts it behind my ear and it stays in place. All i think when i look at him is just how bad i want to jump him. “(Y/N)? You ok?” I zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry, what were you saying.” He laughed and continued.

“Whats your favorite book.?” I bit my lip to think, I have never really had an absolute favorite. 

“Well your holding one of them and Pride and Prejudice.” 

“Thats not a bad book either. What else do you like to do for fun?” I bit my lip again, i have no idea who this boy is and yet im so nervous around him. “Did you notice that you bit your lip when you are thinking.” I blush in embarrassment. Before i was going to say something he interrupted. “I think its adorable.” Im sure my face was super red now.

“Hey (Y,N) Do you want to- why is your face so read?” Remus chuckles as he leans back and continues his book. I look towards him, he winks at me then continues to read. 

“Its just hot out here. I am not a huge fan of sports but i will for sure watch,” Lilly shrugged and went to go play. The picked teams, they were now up in the air playing. Sirius had the ball the passed it to James. James threw it in the hoop but the ball landed near one of Lilly’s moms flower pots. The pot went into many different pieces. Everyone in the air and on ground were silent. 

“Please Merlin she didnt hear.”

“James and Sirius!” My Aunt yells. 

“We will go clean it up.” Everyone laughs, 

“Is there a time when they dont break something?” 

“Almost every time they break something dear, however this time it was just a flower pot and not our window.” My Aunt explained as she put the cookies on the table. “Last time they broke my window and James’s parents payed for a new one. Ive never seen James so terrified, Remus had the pleasure of watching that one unfold.” Remus chuckled and shook his head.

“What did Sirius’s parents say.” She paused as she placed a pitcher of Lemonade on the table. “Ok we dont talk about his parents, got it.” 

“Mrs. Evans is not of fan of his parents. Sirius hasnt been back home since the summer going into his second year. James’s family took him in.” I looked over at Sirius with a sad look. He was pushing James to the ground laughing. He looked so happy though. Coming from a horrible household you think he would be an asshole. “I know what your thinking, he is upset about his family but at the same time he found a better family here. Hes a nice boy.” Remus looked back up at her. She got the hint, winked and went inside. 

“That was an interesting look you gave her.” He smirked

“I just dont think hes your type.” I raised my eyebrow at him. This boy dont even know me. But whats weird is that hes right. 

“Oh really well whats my type?” 

“You date nice boys, well you started dating a type like Sirius but it didnt go well. Now you arent really looking right now nervous how the next boy will be.” He was right but it brought back memories i didnt need. I stood up, went inside and slammed the porch door. Aunt tried to stop me but i was already half way up the stairs. I think Remus means well but what he doesnt know is my last relationship ended with me in the hospital and being a werewolf for the rest of my life.

@thenaturaldisaster@th3maraud3rsmap @rougerazors @rainandhotchocolate

[starryace]

my personal introduction to vav

so i have a few friends who’ve been wanting to get into vav but dunno where to start so... i’ll just do this lil thing. obviously there’s gonna be my own opinions so don’t take everything i say to heart but like... here we go

vav (very awesome voice -- pronounced vee-ay-vee but i say vav bc im lazy) debuted in 2015, but when they debuted they had a different lineup. zehan, xiao, and gyeoul all left to pursue other activities. ziu, lou, and ayno joined the group in 2017! the fandom is called vampz because of the groups original concept but we don’t talk about that

title tracks/mvs: *under the moonlight | *brotherhood | *no doubt | *here i am | venus (dance with me) | flower (you) | abc (middle of the night) | she’s mine | spotlight | gorgeous | give it to me | senorita | **so in love | **thrilla killa | **i’m sorry | give me more

* = pre-line up switch! | ** = without jacob (due to his participation in a chinese program)

more about the members under the cut!

st van (lee geumhyuk)

note: during updating i ended up having to redo this entire section bc my computer deleted it all... sigh.

everyone’s dad

kinda gives off party vibes, like a cool club dad, you know?

super duper soft :(( he laughs at everything and he loves gentle things and he may be the oldest but he’s babie

gets really embarrassed really easily and blushes and laughs it off

oh! he also laughs with like... his entire body ekhrbgj

tattoos! on his shoulder and right arm

full sleeve completed

self composed the track “im sorry” off of the thrilla killa album

he lived in china for 13+ years and can speak fluent (if not, almost fluent) chinese

he’s super good cook and he wanted to be a chef before becoming an idol

loves jacob :(( with all his heart

weird but he can drink a lot of water really quickly, that’s his special talent

got a dog with the group! her name is cash and she’s super cute

im sure there’s more but i got mad after my computer deleted everything so i’ll get back to updating this part when things dawn on me

baron (choi chunghyeop)

dancer extraordinaire! he actually used to be in a dance team before vav

smiley boy ;;;; literally he has the prettiest smile and the nicest teeth

he can play the piano and a lil guitar im p sure!

he’s honestly a lil shit but we love him anyway

he’s very mom like, and loves taking care of the members, but i spy with my lil eye someone a lil more mom-like but that comes later

he choreographed a cover of shape of you!

unfortunately, his mom passed away early this year (may she rest in peace).

his nickname is baby prince (from his mom) and it was because of his mom that he was able to become and idol

baron singing??? yes,,, yeS!! his voice is godsent istg

he loves loves loves music and dance

wont shut up about millennium dance studio

was the pizza delivery boy in minx’s why did you come to my home

has a very intensive skin care routine

he!! loves!! food!! constantly nomming

ace (jang wooyoung)

remember how i said how i thought there was someone more mom like? meet ace.

literally babies everyone

eSPECIALLY ayno + ziu (sometimes lou, when lou will let him)

sassy, diva, can also be a lil shit -- esp with baron... 92 line is just lil shit line

lil fucking tease, too--

he has an oral fixation-- licks his lips a lot no bueno for me

teal hair? god tier. senorita? also god tier. everything about him? god tier.

plays the guitar... see senorita

“you’re doing wonderful sweetie” but like... a living version of that

abs... abs for days..........

works out with jacob

dimples!! but it’s more prominent on the right cheek.

god he’s??? literally ethereal. like i can’t put into words how pretty he is

he ;;;; has the purest, most sweetest heart

they need to start letting ace have more lines bc omg his voice ;;;;;

really good with kids ;;;;; they love him

he’s a BIG flirt, it’s like when he opens his mouth the only thing he thinks to do is say “i love you” or “you’re mine” or smthn

Prince Wooyoung™

ayno (noh yoonho)

was on no.mercy -- still kinda keeps in contact with monsta x now (hims was lil babie minhyuk)

yknow how baron is dancer? so is ayno -- aYNO IS GOD TIER DANCER ok he ;;;;; ugh he’s literally so talented

he raps too! also god tier

hims a soundcloud rapper -- dropped zero coke (mixtape) and god that boy is talented

self composed their song touch you (aka one of my fave vav songs)

ace’s baby... really, he’s vav’s baby, but still

fake maknae to the max. it still baffles me that he’s older than the others ima list

hims also pretty shy, but it’s real cute ;;;;

lou has such a big fat crush on him and he’s always embarrassed by it

he zones out a lot and is very mellow & quiet until something inside him switches and then he’s like BAM loud and crackhead

ziu.... brings out... the crackhead in him lbr

former happyface ent trainee w/ ziu

puppy!

also really good with kids!! prolly bc he is a big kid himself erhbjeg

often writes his own raps for songs

jacob (zhang peng)

resting bitch face to the max

800% done with everyone’s shit

chinese member!

he was performing in a chinese show called all for one -- his team got eliminated (sad) but that means he’ll be returning to the group (happy!)

that’s why he wasn’t in so in love/thrilla killa/im sorry

hims loves his st van

he also eats... a lot.

ok but like... he works out with ace, right? boy has such chiseled and nicely defined abs, it pains me

he’s a happy lil sunshine boy

savage as fuck

his smile literally adds 5 years to your lifespan

all of the members miss him so much ;;;; its honestly super wholesome and every once in a while they’ll be like “omg cobi would love this” or “jacob....... we miss you”

but then you have shithead lou being like “i mean... its nice having the room to myself” wrehbjehg

he dance too! idk what type of dancing it is but he does it!!!

he was in the chinese movie “the dreamer on the catwalk”

BRING HIM BACK ATEAM PLS I MISS HIMS

HE HAS RETURNED AND HE’S STRONGER THAN EVER

lou (kim hosung)

my #1, my one and only, my precious sweetheart

tall as fUCK

has a deep ass motherfucking voice

grew up in georgia as a kid (can speak fluent english) and then the philippines when he was a teen!

kinda the more quiet & reserved member

but dont let that fool you......

he too is a lil shit

AND A CHAOTIC GAY -- ziu bothers him a lot but he has a big ol’ crush on ayno and he never shuts up about how pretty he is and how much he loves him

he can be a grouchy lil bitch too tho hkerbjeg

in this interview baron and st van were being cute and he’s just in the corner like “youuuu shouuuld daaaate” -- gay. in the same interview thats one instance where he wouldn’t shut up about ayno

hims a rapper too!! he often writes his own raps for songs (much like ayno)

his own mixtape (goodnight) literally is so nice i listen to it all the time

he has a vlive thing he does called lou-dio and it’s real cute

big ears = the cutest thing ever ehkrbgjeh

he collects a bunch of stuff!! like pop figures and toys, like souvenirs from everywhere they go

he was in the youtube webdrama “lemon car video” (eps 1, 3, 7, and 8)

his stage name is lou (pronounced “low” but i refuse to say that) because his voice is so low

ziu (park heejun)

chaotic. just chaotic. chaotic gay, chaotic maknae, chaotic man.

he’s the real maknae tho... doesn’t look it, huh?

manly af

literally so charismatic and funny as hell

wants kisses + love + attention from everyone

goes in for a kiss -- everyone else usually backs away but he’s always disappointed that no one gives into him

kisses kisses kisses

did i mention kisses?

he makes a lot of random ass noises all the time

screm... lots of screm. like you know opossums?? think that kinda screm.

his vocals ;;;;; his singing voice is so, so nice ;;; i adore it.

his room is dirty af i could NEVER

he does some really questionable things sometimes... see here.

like i said, i cannot express this enough... he’s so charismatic. so charming. so handsome.

also!! super hyper fluff ball. hims cute.

aegyo up the wazoo too

former happyface ent trainee with ayno

was in the fri.sat.sun teasers by dalshabet

can get p loud & annoying but that doesnt change how much we love him

idk if any of that made sense... but there you go! there’s so much more to vav and everything they do and who they are, so i hope this just kinda gets more people to look into them? it’s a stepping stone, not everything possible to learn.

+ keep in mind, a lot of this stuff comes from both kprofiles, what i’ve seen in videos, and my own personal opinions & inputs. so... yeah. don’t use what i say as truth/fact unless you see stuff to back it up (or you adopt it as your own opinion idk).

thank you for taking your time to read this!!

[lunaarajewel]

Answering questions because I’m bored again

1. What have you eaten today? breakfast was oats with pb and banana, lunch was a zucchini stew, and then i had oats again for dinner because why not haha ><

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant? it was sweet, felt a bit bittersweet because i said bye until next time

3. What color shoes did you last wear? black

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week? Myself

5. What is your favorite scent? Baked goods

6. What is your favorite season? Why? Spring and or early summer, it's so nice to smell all the flowers and to hear the birds again, to feel the warmth from the sun

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel? I can do a headstand on my forearms and a bad cartwheel xD

8. What color are your nails? currently blank!

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be? a moooon

10. What is something you find romantic? Hugs from behind when i least expect it

11. Are you happy? Yeah I'm doing really good, which is surprising because i haven't felt like that in a long time

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad? The thing that is making me happy is probably my antidepressants but they have helped me to get hope again.

13. Dogs or Cats? Cats

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library? Ooooo difficult question because it depends!

15. What is your style? Hmm i'd describe it as a mix of cottagecore, steampunk, astrology, herbalism, witchy stuff

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be? Travel to japan

17. Are you in a relationship or single? I'm dating but not an official relationship nope

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now? Their humor, the way they are so relaxed and careless

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with? Whaat no i wouldn't do that

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what? Some toxic behaviors/habits a bit!

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween? I listened to dark music a bit extra, watched nightmare before christmas and had some halloween candy

22. Have you recently made any big decisions? I started taking antidepressants!

23. Were you ever in a school play? Yes, when i was younger i was a princess i remember

24. What movie would you use to describe your life? aaa that's difficult, i haven't watched that many movies tbh!

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? Learning piano properly, but i've been busy with mental health stuff so i haven't been able to. But I've been planning on taking it more seriously lately

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…” all of my thoughts without judgement

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex? (for some, not all) Jealousy, constant focus on showing off to guys

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex? (for some, not all) Bad at communicating, bad at understanding

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week? I started taking the steps to honestly change my life for the better

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it? How I treated my ex, he was actually really kind to me but I wasn't mentally stable so I couldn't communicate well to him. But I hope he's well! I only wish him the best.

31. How long was your longest relationship? a little over a year

32. Have you ever been in love? Oh yeah

33. Are you currently in love? A bit!

34. Why did your last relationship end? I ended it because I wasn't well enough, I needed some time alone to get back to myself.

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it? A heart necklace i made, handmade bracelet from a market, 3 earrings from hm

36. When was the last time you cried and why? When i first took my antidepressants i burst out crying so its around 3 weeks ago i think

37. Name someone pretty. Uma thurman

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day? Japanese snacks

39. Do you get jealous easily? Nope

40. Have you ever been cheated on? Not that i know of

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend? Yes

42. Ever had detention? hahah yeah because i skipped class to buy piercing jewelry

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city? hmmm, difficult question. I think i'm that kinda person that likes to switch between the two

44. What do people call you? Luna since it's my name

45. What was the last book you read? "stjärnhimlen" (a book about stars)

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you? well i'm a nerd for moss e.e

47. What kind of music do you listen to? veryyy mixed, metal, rock, indie, alternative rock, jrock, instrumental, kpop, pop, rap

48. How tall are you? 163cm

49. Do you like kids? I don't mind them!

50. Favorite fruits? Banana, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, wild strawberry, persimmon

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? Sweats

52. What’s your earliest memory? In kindergarten i used to dance to Westlife music

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you? Nope not that i know of

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

55. Do you have a collection of anything? Moon stuff

56. Do you save money or spend it? I try to save!

57. What would your dream house be like? Filled with things i've made and antique stuff as well

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest? Aaa i dont know, i try not to focus on those things

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face? a good meal, plants, good music, animals, finishing something i made

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? I would help the dog

61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? Yeah i'd probably tell the ones closest to me that arent my family. then i'd just make the most of my time, i'd travel to japan for a week, france/germany for a week, a week with my family and last with the ones close to me outside of family. I would probably be a bit scared but i wouldn't try to focus on that fear too much, because well if theres nothing i can do about it then worrying about it will just stop me from enjoying the last of my days

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. A heart shape ❤️

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Japan!

64. Do you like the beach? It's okay, not my favorite place

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special? Yes

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it! I have two middle names, Ida and Johanna

67. Do you talk to yourself? Yes, because it helps me to understand my own thoughts and situations better

68. Describe your hair. Thin, blonde

69. What is the meaning of life. To enjoy it

70. What is your ideal partner like? Calming, feels like home, a bit spontaneous romantic, supporting, good listener and communicator

71. Do you want to get married? Yeah it would be cute

72. Do you want to have kids? A bit torn on that question, can't say no or yes

73. Like or dislike your family? A bit so so

74. Are you Chunky or Slim? Somewhere in between

75. Would you consider yourself smart? Yes in some ways

76. What would you change about your life? The place I live

77. Religious or Not? Nope

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? I dont drink so no one!

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Nope

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? Nope, and my family doesn't say it either

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? Probably sleeping

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? Yes but my mom wouldn't be too happy haha

83. Do you like when people play with your hair? yes it's nice sometimes

84. Do you like bubble baths? Nope, i don't really like baths so much

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop? Nope

86. Have you ever danced in the rain? Yes, with my old best friend

87. Do you trust anyone with your life? Yes the ones closest to me, not really my family though

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? I wanna eat haha

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) Japan for 3 weeks, France, Germany, LA, Italy, Greece, Thailand, England

90. How was your day today? It was good! I made some stew for the week

91. Play an instrument? A bit of piano, some chords on guitar but thats it

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean. It's okay, if i go i usually prefer a smaller beach with few or no people

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Aliens but not like in movies, anything that is alive outside of our planet so anything even if it's an ant sized creature it's an alien to me. And as for ghosts i'm open to the idea of it but i haven't really invested much time in that topic!

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be? Nope, but i believe they will be someday

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side? Not bitchy but a bit scary maybe

96. When are you vulnerable? When i'm deeply in love

97. How much free time do you have? A lot currently but i'm taking that time to relax

98. Do you like to go hiking? Never been!

99. Odd or Even Numbers? Even

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities? hmmm, i can't say for sure

[lokismercedes]

A History Lesson and a Date

 A Loki x reader one-shot based on the Valentines Day prompts from loki-the-fox:

44: “Yeah nothing says ‘I love you’ more than bouquet that’ll die in two days              time.”

46: “My mom gave a rose because she felt sorry for me”

Author: Lokismercedes

Summary: After you and your husband split, your uncle Tony Stark moves you and your 16 year old twin daughters into the compound. A certain raven haired god takes a keen interest in you three and in turn you give him a history lesson about Valentine’s Day.

     You had gotten pregnant in high school when you were 16. Even though it was incredibly hard you still managed to finish school and graduate. Your uncle Tony was disappointed to say the least, but he always supported every decision you ever made. Telling him that you wanted to keep the baby (Even after you found out it was twins) was no different. Your mom had kicked you out when you told her, and immediately uncle Tony demanded you move in with him. When you were 20 you met your husband. After a whirlwind of a romance that lasted 6 months he proposed and you said yes, a month later you two were married in a small ceremony that only a few friends and family members attended. Now eleven years later, here you were, living with Uncle Tony again after being kicked out. He truly was a God send and the only family member that didn’t shun you for getting pregnant at sixteen. Today not only marked your humiliation after finding ‘the love of your life’ cheating on you with someone who was ten years younger than you but it also happened to be Valentine’s Day. Now you were never one to really care about this holiday, but you desperately longed for the simplicity your life used to be. You missed living in Tennessee so much, the way everyone in your small town always smiled and waved at each other, and always made small talk whether they knew you or not. That was your favorite part of living in the south: The Southern Hospitality! Living in New York was VASTLY different. 

     On top of moving to New York with the twins you had recently started going back to school to get your Registered Nursing License. While you were desperately trying to cram a study session in this morning you noticed the girls weren’t in their room, cursing you texted them asking where they were. They both told you they were with the Asguardians in the common room kitchen eating breakfast. You blew out a sigh of relief knowing they were already eating breakfast, and knowing that Happy - Uncle Tony’s assistant - was going to drive them to school so you could worry about studying for your nursing boards. You grabbed your books and notes and grabbed the girls backpacks (They conveniently forgot in your living room of the suit you lived in) and started reading over your notes walking to the elevator to meet up with the girls.

     Your boards were coming up in a couple of weeks and you knew the material easily enough, what was worrying you was the fact you also had to do a clinical exam on top of the written exam. You knew there was some things that you really needed to brush up on but the girls were way to wirey and wiggley to use them, you know you could always ask Uncle Tony or Aunt Pepper, but you feel like you have already imposed on them enough, and didn’t want to ask them unless absolutely necessary. As you stepped out of the elevator and into the kitchen of the common room you immediately heard Thors’ booming laugh, and the girls came running at you.

“Thank god we don’t have to run back upstairs to grab them.” Savanna sighed in relief.

“Is Happy here yet?” You ask them.

“Not yet, but we panicked when we couldn’t find our bags.” Dakota piped up. “Oh mom, there’s a bouquet of roses in the kitchen that has your name on the card.” She said as an afterthought. 

“WHAT?!” You nearly shouted. “Please tell me they are from you two?” You say.Both girls shook their heads

“Nope, looks like you might have a secret admirer.” Savanna smirked. 

“God I hope not.” You mumbled walking into the kitchen. “Morning Odinsonbros” You gave the gods in greeting.

“And what a glorious morning it is Lady Y/N.” Thor said pulling you into a hug a lung popping hug. Loki nodded in your direction and flashed you a dazzling smile.

“Girls, why didn’t you wake me up, instead of the boys?” You asked.

“Well, mom, we really didn’t want to bother you with today being Valentine’s Day and all.” Savanna spoke up. You rolled your eyes and gave them both a hug and a kiss.

“Beside, Lady Y/N, we were up anyway.” Thor smiled at  you. Loki grumbled something into his breakfast indicating Thor was lying, but trying to be polite.

“Guys, I’m fine, makes me feel like you like the boys more than me, you know today really doesn’t mean much to me, never has.” You responded.

“Mom, read the card, I wanna know who sent you flowers.” Savanna urged handing you the card.

“I really don’t.” You grumbled taking the card, worried they may have come from your Soon-to-be-ex-husband. The look of worry must have been on your face because Thor asked what was wrong.

“Nothing really, hoping to hell its not from my ex.” You shrugged.

“Well if they are, can we burn them?” Dakota asked hopeful

“ABSOLUTELY! That’s the best idea I’ve heard this morning!” You beamed at the girls, earning a chuckle from Loki. You placed your notes that you were studying down on the counter and sat next to Loki. You could see him trying to read the card over your shoulder and you smirked.

“Jealous?” You nudged him with your shoulder.

“Hm hardly, just merely curious as to who’s attention you hold” Loki waved his hand nonchalantly. 

“HE SPEAKS!” You winked at him, and you swore he blushed a little.You looked down at the card and read it:

Y/N,

Honey, I heard about what happened between you and H/N, and I’m terribly sorry. Here’s a little something to, hopefully, brighten your day a little. Call me when you’re free.

                                    -XOXO Mom 

You rolled your eyes, handed the card to Loki so he could read it, grabbed the roses and threw them in the trash can. All four of the people in the kitchen gave you a quizzical look. 

“Why did you throw them out? I think its an endearing gesture.” Loki asked

“Too little, too late” You told him. 

“Who are they from, mom?” One of the girls asked. 

“Nobody important.” You shrugged. Right then Happy walked in to take the girls to school. You noticed Thor give Loki’s shoulder a squeeze and he too made an excuse to leave. 

“Now why would you say your mother isn’t important?” Loki moved to take his plate to the sink, then casually leaned againsed the counter and folded his arms across his chest.

“Long story short, she kicked me out when I got pregnant at sixteen, then her and all of her side of the family disowned me.” You shrugged.

“Maybe shes trying to mend her relationship with you. Possibly for the sake of your daughters.” He pondered.

“Hm nice try Mischief, but my mom gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me, since the separation.” You tried to sound indifferent. “She really wasn’t a hands on mother to be honest, we have always had a rocky relationship.” You really wanted this conversation to end. This was actually a very touchy subject to you and you know Loki’s just trying to make you feel better. 

“Or, she really does love you, and is trying to finally reach out.” He walked over to you, and you noticed he was picking at his hands

“Riiight, Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a bouquet that will die in two days time.” You quipped back smirking.

“Always the optimistic I see. Stark did tell me a little bit about this midguardian holiday. Can’t say I’m a fan of lovesick couples groping each other in public, whispering childish sentiments, and spending ridiculous amounts of money on stuff thats obviously just going to get tossed in the bin at the end of the day.” He gestured towards where you threw the roses out. 

“Actually it only turned romantic around 1375, when the medieval English poet, Geoffrey Chaucer, wrote a poem called “Parliament of Foules.” where he linked the dreaded V-Day with Love. It used to be a pagan celebration called Lupercalia. Celebrated at the ides of February, it was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman God of Agriculture. Around A.D. 270 the christian church decided to place St. Valentine’s feast to Christianize the pagan belief.” You told him matter- of- factly. Loki stared at you in shock. “What? I like history and being catholic I specifically like the history of different saints.” You smirked at Loki’s absolutely stunned look. 

“What else do you know about this holiday?” He asked genuinely sitting back down motioning for you to join him. “Please enlighten me more about this tediously mundane holiday.” 

You sat next to him and faced him. “Um, well, lets see, nobody really knows who St. Valentine really was, there could actually be up words to 15 different people. The one that Roman Catholics seem to really focus on was a Roman Priest in the third century.” Loki was just staring at you while you talked occasionally smirking at the passion for which you spoke. “Technically in my opinion, were celebrating a temple priest that was arrested, beaten, sentenced to death, and eventually beheaded on the 14th of February.” 

“What exactly was his crime?” Loki wondered

“He was helping couples wed, you see, when emperor Claudius the second made marriage illegal because he wanted unwed men for his army.” You smiled at the look of disgust on Loki’s face.

“Barbaric!” He exclaimed

“It really is, he was only canonized in 1988, by pope John Paul the second.” You were becoming more and more aware of the way Loki was staring at you, almost like he could see into your soul. 

“Lady Y/N, I would love to hear more about this, lets say, over some dinner and maybe wine?” He asked almost shyly, picking at his hands again. You furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“Like a date? Loki are you asking me out?” You were sure you heard wrong.

“I suppose I am.” He looked up to finally meet your eyes, he had so much riding on you saying yes. It all clicked into place now, the constant figiting, Thor squeezing his shoulder earlier, he’s always been so good with the twins, that’s why the girls never woke you up this morning! He’s been planning this and they have been helping him! Your heart was racing. 

“Tell you what, Mischief, if you convince your brother to check in every now and then with the twins, maybe stay overnight with them, not only will I have dinner with you, but you can help me play nurse-” You started but was interrupted by your Uncle Tony walking in right at that moment and spitting his coffee out. Both you and Loki burst out laughing.

End 

[darkmoonslayer]

Little Stark Part 3

Part 4

Tony wakes up to screaming. He immediately recognizes it as Avery, Tony jumps out of bed forgetting about him being shirtless he runs quickly into Averys room. Avery is tossing on the bed screaming, tears running down her cheeks

“I’m sorry it wont happen again.” Avery pleaded in her dream. Tony Runs to her bed and sits down to grab her softly.

“Hey Avery, wake up. It’s just a dream” Tony says to her. Averys eyes open her body sitting up as she gasps.

“Hey its okay it was just a dream your safe” Tony says, Avery falls into tony sobbing into Tonys chest.

By now the screaming and cries had woken the Steve and Bucky who happened to be the only others who had this floor. Steve come running to the open door, Bucky right behind him. They both stopped when they saw Avery was safe and it was nightmares. Tony looked over to them and nodded and waved them saying he got it. They left shortly after that.

Tony rocked Avery back and forth humming to a random tune that popped into his head. Most likely a rock song but he made it work.

“It’s okay sweetheart. Your safe now” Tony says as he rubs bs her back

“Y-You wont s-send me b-b-back to mom-my?” Avery hiccups as her tears slow down.

“No, i will never send you back to her. You are stuck with me” Tonys smiles down to her. Avery cuddles up to tony.

“How about we get something to drink?” Tony asks. Avery nods not saying anything as she clings to Tonys chest.

Tony gets up and caries her to the kitchen. With Avery in his arms he makes two small glasses of warm milk and he sits down with her cuddling up to him. They both sit in silence as they drink there milk, once they are done tony puts away the glasses and walks back to his room.

“Wanna sleep with me tonight?” Tony asks Avery nods in response and tony gets into his bed. Avery clings onto him as he pulls the blanket up. And soon the two of them are asleep.

The next day Tony wakes up to Avery gone. He quickly puts a shirt on, so he was in sweats and a shirt. He grabs his phone and checks the bathroom.

“Friday where is Avery” Tony says as he panics from not being able to find her.

“She is in the kitchen” Friday says

“How did she get there?” Tony asks sighing in relief.

“She walked” Friday said

“By herself?” Tony asks as he starts walking to the elevator.

“Yes boss” Friday says. Tony smirks. Already smart like her father, tony thinks to himself as he gets into the elevator.

Tony makes it to the floor with the kitchen on it. He walks in to see Steve making pancakes with Avery on a stool besides him. Her nose has some flower on it as she mixes the bowl of pancake mix. Tonys shoulders relax seeing her smile and laugh at Steve doing silly stuff. Tony walks up to the two.

“Hey guys” Tony says walking to the coffee pot to make a pot of coffee.

“Daddy” Avery squeals pointing to Tony.

“Look what Steve and i are making!” Avery points to the bowl of pancake mix and the few pancakes that were still on the stove.

“Thats amazing sweetheart.” Tony says ruffling her hair. She giggles as she goes back to helping Steve.

After Tony makes his coffee he sits at the island watching the two. About half an hour later the others all start to trickle in one by one. Once breakfast was made everyone sat down and chatted. Telling everyone’s day plans.

“Boss, Cho would like to see You, Avery, and Bruce in the Medical wing once you all are done with breakfast” Friday states to Tony

“Okay thanks Friday” Tony says Avery looks over to Tony confused

“There is a person in the ceiling?” Avery asks tony

“Oh no sweetheart. Thats the IA, Its a computer that i built. I call it Friday. She helps runs the house” Tony explains. Avery nods understanding, she says a hello to Friday before going back to eat. After 20 minutes of eating everyone finishes up and goes there separate ways. Bruce Tony and Avery walks together to the medical wing. Avery skips down the hallway as the two walk a few feet behind.

“You know what this is about? Why do you think she needs me?” Bruce asks Tony

“I don’t know” Tony says. They make it down to the room and Avery hops up on the table. Dr Cho takes Tony and Bruce a side and has everyone sit down.

“Whats wrong doc?” Tony asks a nervousness settles into his chest.

“So while looking at some of the scans done i noticed something. I looked over her case in more detail, it looks like she is enhanced.” Dr Cho says pulling some screens up with some scans.

“En-Enhanced?” Tony asks puzzled. He glances at Avery to see her glances at the wall art smiling

“Thats intresting, we will have to take some better scans but it does look different.” Bruce says studying the scans.

“I don’t think she knows, we can’t be sure what they are until we do more research. We don’t know when they will start showing.” Dr Cho says.

“do we know how?” Tony asks

“We have to do more tests” Dr. Cho says. Tony nods and bruce and Dr Cho start on the test. Taking blood, MRI, CAT Scan, and X-Rays. They also have Friday scan Avery as well.

After the tests Dr Cho and bruce start going over the tests as Tony and Avery leave to the living-room. By then there are multiple boxes laying around. Tony looks at the label on the boxes to see Averys name on them.

“Hey look Avery i got you some more clothes and toys. You can choose what you want” Tony says

“Really?” Avery gasps. Tony nods and immediately she squeals in excitement and runs up to the boxes. Tony opens the boxes and starts pulling some of the toys out. Avery starts picking a variety of toys. A few stuffed animals, baby dolls, barbies, toy cars, a bunch of coloring books with markers and crayons, and a bunch of legos.

After Avery was done picking out toys Tony opens the boxes of clothes. Tony helps her pick her clothes, He makes sure she has everything she needed. Some underwear, shirts, pants, shorts, pjs, jackets, socks,bathing suit, dresses, leggings, and multiple shoes. Once they have everything picked out Tony helps carry the stuff to Averys room.

Tony and Avery then put everything away.

“Okay, you need to take a bath, did you want to do that now or later tonight?” Tony asks Avery. She takes a minute to think before answering.

“Now please” Avery says. Tony nods before walking into the bathroom. He starts filling the bath with warm water, making sure its not to hot.He puts in some bubble bath before he grabs a towel, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Tony turns to Avery and helps her out of her clothes before helping her into the bath. He helps her bathe making sure to be careful of the still healing cuts.

Tony worries he’s doing something wrong. He has never had to do something like this so he is winging it. After she was clean he helps her dry and dress. She wears a shirt saying ‘inventor in the making’ shirt, leggings and socks.

“Can you braid my hair?” Avery asks

“You know i don’t know how but let me see if someone will help me learn” Tony says

“Friday will you ask Nat to help me learn how to do Averys hair. If she will have her come to Averys room with some hair elastics please?” Tony asks Friday.

“Yes boss” Friday says a second later Friday responds

“She will be here in a few minutes.” Friday says. Tony grabs a hair brush and has Avery sit on her bed in-front of Tony’s legs. Tony starts brushing her hair trying not to hurt her.

Just as Tony finishes brushing the knots out of her hair Nat knocks then comes in. Nat smiles as she holds a small zip up baggie that has a bunch of small elastics. After Nat talks with Avery about what she wants Nat sits behind Avery, Tony to the side of her watching her every move.

Nat makes one braid as she talks through it to instruct tony. Then she has tony do the second one. After a little while Tony braid doesn’t look that bad. Tony thanks Nat before she leaves.

By now its about lunch so Tony takes Avery to make both of them ham sandwiches and some fruit.

“What do you want to do the rest of today?” Tony asks Avery.

“Watch movies” Avery says excitedly.

“Okay, but i do have to work a little bit but we can do that” Tony says Avery nods then helps Tony put her dish into the sink. She grabs the Stuffed bear she had been holding onto since she left her room. Tony grabs his laptop and goes to the couch. Avery picks Cinderella and starts watching it. Avery cuddles up to Tonys side, and about half way through the movie she is sleeping.

[goddessixtynine1]

Dream portal 5.0

I was able to finally get a adequate amount of sleep; as the other night I got only 5 hours. This time I found a movie, got a tart chery juice ( as I heard its good for sleep and melatonin) 2 boxes of french fries ( one for my daughter one for me) Even though she isnt here.. She exists so vividly in my life. I write this secretly because as soon as I write this or awaken she will start to make noise upstairs. Anyways..

I fell asleep around 3am; I paused my movie. Everything seemed to have a eerie vibe as thats how I knew it was time to sleep. 

The lines between here and the dream world are drew very precisely. One moment your here; the next your somewhere you belong.

In this settting we were in a farm style house; I was being shown something through the table altar of reds and orange; flowers that set right in the centre.

There was a ideal vibration that exists in the atmosphere. I was calm and at home; there were people minding their buisness; (cooking) and laughing; I saw A little girl (Brielle) run around me laughing and skipping. I tried to tell her honey, look at the flowers. But she laughed and continued skipping. She leaves her flowers on the table; the table of my heart. But she does so naturally; she does not realize this table is my dream. Flash forward to the moment where I am meeting a girl on Facebook named Lily ( my grandma says thats the difference between her facebook friends and mine; hers are people she actually does know) Well, thats weird because I could have swore I knew this girl/women in my dreams because I kissed her on the cheek when greeting her. ( I dont normally do that; I normally just hug the person; anyone who knows me knows I will never pass up a hug) She smiled really big; and all of a sudden I saw her baby. I said “ Hi Bubba’’ and with a very big grin he stared at me like “ Who is this lady? “ I say outloud hehe. He started to whimper a bit; “ Its okay buddy; your mamas right here” as I hand him to his mommy and she just smiles and looks like a character from a anime film.

Flash forward to a part of the dream where we are in a seperate room from the house; the bed; a dream come true I felt seeping through my heart in the dream world the bed symbolized security and that was going to hold all my passion and desires and longing a feeling crept in. I stared out the window that was in front of this bed; it was so beautiful in shapes of m and glass vintage style panes. So artistic I felt the vibration radiating and could hear myself thinking out loud for once ( I discovered a new gift ) “ When I am on top of my beloved I can stare out this window and see beautiful designs; I am  so blessed” then I realized there was a fan ( Yay! ) then I heard the guy and my beloved talking about staying there and my heart soared. The beloved looked like David but, changed. When I tried to focus on my heart instead of who I wanted it to be they person changed.

Flash forward to the next part of the dream where I am in a room with what looks like my Mom; she is wearing a top where her big breasts are popping out. I am on her lap playing horsey and staring at her big breasts and skinny frame. She was naturally so pretty. I longed to touch her breasts. I watched closely and it was Brielle and I playing horsey! But to the vivid look; it was me as Brielle and My mom as me. I shaped into a essence and got to fly in the air ( shape shift into air) and fly between them and feel the touch on my heart. I felt safe; and attracted to whatever lingered from that experience. I overheard the convorsation that they were talking about as she ( I) and brielle ( I ) aswell; all 3 morphed into one person and I overheard as she took her hand in mine “ I love you so much “ “ I want to be with you everyday of my life” I couldnt believe this was happening in front of my eyes; I felt this longing in my heart. “ One day your going to find someone; but dont forget about me; I long for you” Its almost as if those words were lingering but did not hear them come out of her mouth.. As I woke up I watched her big breast and sparkly top and wished to know why there was this sexual energy between the picture now for some reason. As I was comming out of the portal; I realized..

This was apparent that this is the reason why I had sexual issues before; because well; I just wanted to hear my mom say she and I were meant to be togather intimately and remember the times where we played horsey.

The only reason why I feel there was sexuality issues behind it was; I was longing to experience that because I miss her so much; 

________________ ~ + ♥ + ~ ____________________

also; lately I recently got a glimpse into the past  when me and David use to travel and go for long rides in his white truck; we had a experience I will never forget where we went to visit his friends in Massachusettes; we always loved to have sex in the driving seat. There was 2 occasions this was really the ideal moment. The first time; we had sex while I was driving the truck 

it felt so good we had to pull over because he was nervous a car would come .. It was dark and the road was empty. The second time; we had sex in the parking lot in Woodbridge and thats when I remembered the experience being top notch ; and we use to always have sex in his truck and it was so thrilling and amazing and passionate and heated. The third time ; leaving Massachusettes I was expressing I wanted him and he had to pull over which I giggled and thought was so funny for some reason. He and I had the deepest sex and come to clairfication  I felt he was really thinking I was this one girl that we saw in Massachusettes so maybe that was a factor. but by then I was having so much fun being a little girl in his lap.

I never knew why he liked that girl so much; so I know it probably was wrong of me to be with him even after I knew. I will forgive myself for the past; and not play victim. Those experiences were to show me how In love I dont let anything get in my way.

+~+ I loved playing horsey as a kid~+~

 I use to always play horsey with my aunts as a kid. Except one instance where I flew back because my head was so dizzy and I hit my head on the corner of the table. I cried and cried that day and never liked my Aunt Jamie since that instance.

She continued to make my life hell growing up as a teenager.

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine Request/Imagination

“Can you write and Imagine where a girl has imaginary friend named Peter Pan? Peter has been with the girl since she was young. Then when she's older he asks if she wants to come to Neverland with him, and she says yes because she trusts him and he is her only friend. When. She gets to Neverland she realizes Peter isn't there because he is dead. But her presence on Neverland brings him back.”

Warnings : Cussing, sexual, sexual harassment, death, mean parents.

“oh the cleverness of you.” you would giggle , your best friend in the world just did something mischievous , and of course got away with it.

You and him did everything together, you ran, skipped, jumped, got scared, even danced together.

You would spend every waking hour together, after all he was your best friend.

You loved him and he loved you, but your parents, well they had enough of your “imaginary friend”

“Why do you have two bowls of cereal Y/n?” your mom asked

“For Peter.” you simply stated.

Your mother gave you a concerned look, then looked at your father for guidanced 

“Look hunny, your friend doesn’t need to eat.” he said

“Well why not?” you asked

“Because umm, well he is imaginary, and imaginary people don’t get to eat.” he said

“What ? Why?” you asked 

“Because they don’t Y/n stop asking so many questions.” your mom said, trying to support your father

“But-”

“I SAID ENOUGH” your mom yelled at you, which scared you and made you drop yours and Peter’s cereal.

“Ugh! Now we will be late for work, get yourself cleaned up and leave Peter here!” she yelled at you

Most days were like that, but you stood by Peter, and no matter how much you got yelled at, no matter how much you got grounded, no matter how much you got your phone, tv, and laptop get taken away, you stood by him, he was your best friend, and you weren't going to let him go.

But as much as you stood by him, you were getting tired of it, and he knew it.

“What’s wrong love?” he asked as you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling.

“Peter it’s Friday night, everyone is at that awesome party, and we’re stuck here.” you said sitting up and facing him

“Well, why don’t we go?” he asked

“Because I’m grounded, AGAIN!”you stated , folding your arms.

“Ah, I see, well, let’s sneak out.” he said

“Yeah so I can get grounded again.”you rolled your eyes

“No love you won’t get grounded , I promise.” he said.

“Yeah, YOU won't .” you say with an attitude 

“Hey, this is the party of the year, let’s go.” he said, winking at you

You smile at him, “Okay.” you couldn't resist him, he was just too damn adorable 

You both get ready for the party

Once you arrive, you get welcomed by a couple of your friends from school, Peter just watches from a far and smiles. You give a smile back

After chatting with your friends you spot a cute boy that you’ve been crushing on for a while, and he was coming your way!

“Hey.” he said with a drink in his hand

Peter’s eyebrows knitted together. Obviously upset.

“Hi!” you said a little bit more energetic than you should've 

“Didn’t think I would see you here.” he said

“Oh yeah I’m not really a party go-er , but I mean I’m trying.” you said 

“Thats adorable.” he said 

You just blushed and looked down.

“Awe you’re blushing, thats hella cute.” he said brushing his fingers against your cheeks.

Peter’s eyes became neon green, he was upset, but he couldn't explain why. You were his friend, just his friend, right? He shook his head, trying to focus on something else, but he couldn't.

You guys caved in and now touching each others arms and what not, you were so shocked, he was actually into you.

“So uh, you wanna go upstairs?” he asked

Peter’s head popped up quickly “The hell?” 

“Excuse me?” you asked shocked

“Well, I mean you know.” he said bringing you closer to him

“Wait I’m not that kind of girl.” you said

“Oh come on, it will be fun!” he said grabbing your ass, 

Peter marched straight to you 

“I said no!” you splashed your drink on him.

“The hell, you stupid bitch!” he said yelling at you

“What a freak” some girl said

Others just laughed

Then everyone started chanting “freak, freak, freak, freak!”

Tears ran down your eyes, you just ran out of the house, the party ended as soon as it started for you.

You ran and didn’t care if Peter was behind you.

“Y/n!” he yelled out 

“Go away!” you yelled back

You guys passed a park , it was dark, cold, and windy.

“Y/n stop!” Peter yelled at you

“Dont tell me what to do Peter!” you yelled back

“I”m your best friend I just want to be there for you!” he yelled

“You ruin everything!” you yelled at him

“What?” he asked quietly 

“Everyone thinks I’m a freak, its because of you.” you sniffled and wiped your tears. “Peter, you’re not real, you know you’re not, but still, you incest on thinking that you are.” you cried

He walked to you, picking up your chin with his finger. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked

“I just need space.” you said, you walked away, crying , Peter slowly walked behind to make sure you got home safe, once he knew you did he went away, and slept in tree for that night

You wake up to no Peter for 16 years , you always woke up to him, but not today, it felt weird.

You didn't feel like getting up, so you didn’t you just stayed in bed all day

It was 5 in the afternoon and you heard a tap on the window

You saw him, his face was filled with concerns , you spend the window.

“Yes?” you asked him

“I need to ask you something.” he asked

“Well ask.” you said with an attitude 

Come with me.” he said

“What?” you asked

“To Neverland.” he said

“To who?!” you asked confused

“To Neverland.” he said, he was just staring deep into your eyes, wondering what you would say

“Where is that?” you asked

“It’s a place, that you will never, ever, have to worry about grown up things again.” he said

“Peter, I don't know.” you said 

He came behind you and wrapped his arms around you

“Y/n listen, I know you're tired, come with me, Neverland is waiting.” he whispers in your ear.

You turn around, facing him “Never again?” you asked

“Never again.” he smiled

“Fine, take me.” you said with a smile

********

You arrive on Neverland, but Peter isn't there.

“What the hell?” you said, did Peter lie? Did he leave you on this island to die?

Well you weren't going to stay and find out.

You decided to explore.

Looking at the trees they never end, this place was remarkable, the flowers had the most sweetest smells to them, the atmosphere was more of a thrill, you could hear drums, and music, and boys?

You decided to go closer.

You see around 10-15 boys.

“That’s a looooot of boys. you said

You decided to sep back but you tripped over a stick and screamed 

The boys ran over and saw you

“A girl?” a older boy with a scar said

“Why a girl?” he said

“I mean, she is hot.” an other said 

“Shut up.” an other said hitting him in the stomach.

“Ouch!” he yelled

“Look where am I?” you asked

“You’re on Neverland.” a little boy said 

“Do-do you know where Peter , Peter Pan is?” you asked

Suddenly, everyone became sad, some even took off their hats, others looked down

“What?” you asked, you were totally confused 

“Peter, Peter died, a while ago.” the guy with the scar said

“What?” you asked, but now that you think about it, it made sense.

Peter was always imaginary, only you could see him, but what was weird what that you could touch him, and he could touch you.

“How long?” you asked

“Forever it seems like, time stops in Neverland.” the guy said

“Peter was my friend, I lived, well he lived with me, for 16 years, we did everything together.” you said

“I’m sorry.” the guy said

“No , I’m sorry.” you said

“Well , I’m Felix, and these are the lost boys, I’m head in charge now, but you are more than welcome to stay, even for a little bit, I can show you Peter’s favorite spots.” he said

“I’m Y/n and yeah that sounds good, I shall stay, just for dinner though.” you said, even though you felt safe with the boys, knowing that Peter wasn't there unsettled you deep down.

Watching the boys interact with each other made you happy, in a way they all reminded you of Peter, its they all grabbed a little of his personality, it was cute, they must’ve really looked up to him.

The boys were amazing and talented, they knew how to fight, make food, they played the drums super well, they defended themselves, Peter taught them well.

That night the boys made a special feast for you, there was so much food.

“I don’t think I ever seen that much food in my life.” you said

“Well eat up!” one of the boy said, 

You guys ate and ate tip you couldn't anymore, with your stomachs full you decided that story telling was the best thing, because nobody wanted to move

You told stories all the time to Peter, and he loved it, so you thought why not the lost boys?

As the boys start to fall asleep, and the youngest lost boy fell asleep in your arms, you realize, you couldn't just leave , not know, not ever, these boys needed you, weather they knew it or not, they did.

You had to stay, Peter would've wanted it that way.

********

The next day you made the boys breakfast

“This is awesome!” a younger lost boy said waking up, as he woke up the rest of the boys, they all smiled and thanked you, you made them start a line and one by one take their oatmeal.

They all made a line and got their breakfast, and their orange juice, it was exciting, they learned really fast, for these boys didn’t know the meaning of manners

You lived on Neverland for a couple of months now, the boys do their own laundry, they clean their own tents, and they things like excuse me and thank you, all of this because of you, who would've thought a girl would change so much.

Well After a couple of summers go by, and you're officially the “queen” of Neverland, someone arrives on Neverland

You were all sitting by the campfire, it was the afternoon and you guys were roasting marshmellows, when all of a sudden you heard a voice, I familiar voice.

“Hey you guys gonna save me some or what?” he said

You turned around you dropped your stick in disbelief .”P-Peter?” you asked

“Yeah, thats me.” he said ever so cocky

“But how?” Felix asked

“Y/n actually, her presence , it brought me back., I wouldn't be here without you love.” he said walking over to you, 

You get up and now are face to face with him

“I-I can't believe it.” you said , tears running down your face, “You’re real?” you asked

“I am, only in Neverland, if you leave, I won't be real anymore.” he said

“Well , then , I shall stay.” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling you in closer to him, and kissing your lips ever so softly.

His lips tasted like mint, his lips felt like velvet, his hands felt like clouds wrapped around your waist, wanting more, you pulled his neck in closer, tongue wrapped around each other fighting for domain ,he won, you guys pulled away and smiled at one an other

“Do you understand how long I've been wanting to do that?” he smiled

You smiled and just laughed.

You both lived on Neverland, happy as can be.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Archie//there’s a million things that need fixing in this world, but you’ll never be one

Request: Can I request a reader/archie, where readers a southsider and her parents find out and like flip out, like super upset/worried, cause theyre worried archie thinks shes like a “charity case/ needs to be fixed by a northsider” kinda thing, keep up the amazing writing by the way!!! 😍😍❤️

hey!! i hope you all like this!! its a little angsty, a little fluffy, so like the perfect mix!! have a great day!! ❤️❤️ 

The sun setting over Sunnyside Trailer Park almost makes the place look homely. The soft pinks and yellows paint the off white trailers in a light glow, and from afar, it might be considered pretty. 

You and Archie walk slowly through the worn down vans, both of you clinging on to the last minutes of your date. The two of you talk quietly, with small laughter and shy looks exchanged as the minutes count down. His fingers brush past your own a few times and he sends you a bashful yet nervous smile when you look at him. 

You wave at a few of your neighbours, all of whom are watching with raised eyebrows and slight scowls as they follow the movements of the red-head walking beside you. 

An outsider they all think. 

Its obvious he doesn’t belong, he may as well be carrying a target as red as his hair on his back, one that screams ‘northsider’, but to you, he’s just Archie Andrews. The boy from your English class that asked a dumb question and made you laugh. 

As long as they see him with you, he should be able to leave unharmed, this time at least, but just in case you’ve already sent a text to a few friends around the site to make sure he leaves in one piece. 

You’d told him at the beginning of your date that you didn’t need walking home.You’ve been perfectly capable of handling yourself for years, its something engrained in you. But he insisted, and a secret part of you loved it. 

Its nothing new that life on the southside is a little different to other places. Almost every part of your life is different to that of a northsider, and dating is no exception. So it nice to have a glimpse of what its supposed to be like, even if you are worried about him. 

“This is it.” You stop in front of your trailer and you can’t not notice the disappointment that flashes through his eyes. He looks away from you, deciding to look around the row of trailers and you start preparing for the worst. Because yeah, he may have liked you at school or at Pop’s, but will he still like you when he see’s who you really are?

“Did your mom plant those?” He asks, pulling you from your thoughts. You look to where he’s pointing, and smile at the flowers surrounding the trailer. Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that, but its a nice change of what you thought. 

“I-er. Yeah. She did.” You stumble over your words, still slightly confused, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he just smiles brightly at you and starts rambling about his own mom. 

“I think your mom and mine would get on really well. She really likes gardening. When I was younger I used to ‘help’ her, but really I just ended up trampling over the flower beds. So she made my own little patch and bought me some seeds to plant.” 

“Aw.” You laugh. “Thats really cute. Did you have your own little hat and gloves?” 

“Who wears a hat to garden?”

“My mom.” You reply making him giggle. 

“I should probably get going before it gets dark.” He says, and looks around again. You then remember where you are and disappointment settles in your bones. 

“Good idea.” 

“I do need to do something before I go.” 

“Whats that?” 

“Kiss you. If thats okay.” He adds the last part anxiously and large grin takes over your face as you look up at him. 

“Thats more than okay.” You reply and take a step towards him. His hands cup your cheeks gently, while you wrap your arms around his neck. He closes his eyes first and you’re about to lean in when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. You freeze and he opens his eyes to look at you confused. 

“Is everything okay?” He asks, but you’re too busy watching the windows of your trailer. 

The curtain hanging in the living room twitches slightly and you realize you now have company. You quickly pull away, putting enough space between the two of you and Archie looks at you confused. You glance towards the window and he follows your gaze, watching as the curtain moves quickly and soft footsteps move away, before looking back at you, with a slightly embarrassed smile. 

“Sorry.” 

“Its okay.” He laughs. “My mom is the same. She’d probably be waiting by the door if it was the other way round.” 

“Same.” You sigh and look at your front door. “I’m gonna get interrogated when I walk through that door.” You grimace and he sends you a sympathetic smile. 

“Next time you can walk me home and then it’ll be fair.” He replies, the mention of a next time makes you blush and look at the grass. 

“Deal.” You smile. 

“I will warn you though, my mom will question both of us.” 

“Hmm, I’ll think about it then.” You tease and a small frown twitches at his lips. “I’m joking. I’d love to be interrogated by your mom.” 

“Thats an odd thing to look forward to.” He laughs.

“Oh well.” You shrug and send him a soft smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He laughs. 

“Text me when you get home.” You tell him and he nods. You look around to make sure there’s no prying eyes anymore, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. It makes both of you blush and a giddy smiles takes over his appearance before he starts walking away. 

You watch him until he disappears into the maze of trailers and your brain becomes full of mushy thoughts about him and the date you’ve just had. They play in your head on a loop, until they get replaced by thoughts of seeing him again and your future dates together. 

That is until your hear a thud behind you and you have to push all of those away to mentally prepare for the 100 questions you’re going to get. 

The door opens before you even reach it, and both your mom and dad are stood watching you with expectant looks on their faces. You sigh and slowly make your way up the steps, squeezing past them once you make it to the top.

The door closes and before you even take your jacket off, they start talking. 

“Who was that?” Your mom asks first and a small smile takes over your appearance when you think of him. 

“Archie.” You reply, taking your jacket off and hanging it up. 

“Why was he walking you home?” Your dad wonders, trying to seem less forceful (and failing) than your mom. 

“Because he wanted to.” You reply. 

“Does he live around here?” He says. 

“Nope.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself for the overreaction you’re going to get. “He lives on the northside.” 

“What?” They say at the same time. 

here we go. 

“What do you mean he lives on the northside?” Your mom asks, her voice rising with each word and you have to hold your eye roll. 

“He lives on the northside.” You repeat and she narrows her eyes at you. 

“Calm down.” Your dad whispers and places a hand on her arm. “Are you friends? Dating?” He asks, and you feel yourself cringe at the sheer awkwardness of the conversation. 

“Dating.” You have to force the words out and when you see the disappointment on both your parents faces you can’t help the ache in your chest. 

“Okay.” Your mom nods slowly. She always does this when you tell her something ‘shocking’. The nod starts slow, but the more she thinks about it the quicker it gets and then your dad has to calm her down and take charge of whatever conversation you’re being forced into. 

Today is no different and you watch the stages of your mom’s panic develop, before your dad faces you again. He’s got that look in his eyes, the stern yet loving parent. That look always makes you feel bad, no matter what you’ve done and you think he knows it. 

“Y/n.” He starts. “We’re very happy that you’ve found someone you like.” 

“Thank you.” You interrupt and he lets a deep breath out through his nose. 

“But we’re a little bit worried about you.” 

“Why?” 

“He’s a northsider.” Your mom interrupts. 

“And thats not an inherently bad thing.” Your dad tries to claw it back, but when your mom mumbles ‘it is’, he knows any chance at a mature conversation you could have had has long gone. 

“What are you more annoyed by? The fact that he’s from the northside or the fact that I’m dating him. Its like you don’t want me to have a life.” 

“It’s not that we don’t want you to have a life sweetheart.” Your dad sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“We just want you to have a safe life. People on the northside think of us like we’re scum. What if he’s just using you to win a bet or as a dare that his friends made.” Your mom tries, now slightly calmer than before.

“That only happens in movies mom.” 

“Or what if he thinks your some sort of charity case.” Your dad adds. 

“He won’t because I’m not.” 

“We know you’re not. But some people might. Some boys see a girl from ‘the wrong side of the tracks’ and think they need to be fixed.” Your mom replies. 

“But I don’t and he doesn’t. He’s nice...and kind. And he isn’t like the other northsiders. It isn’t like what it used to be. People have moved on, and so have their views.” 

“That may be what it seems like, but its not always the case.” She says, now losing her temper. 

“Exactly. I mean, he might not see you as something to be fixed now, but when he realizes that living like this isn’t something to be romanized, it isn’t like some Cinderella story, that can be fixed with true love. When he realizes that its very real and very hard, he might want to try and fix you. And you don’t need fixing. You’re great the way you are.” Your dad interjects and you look at him annoyed. 

“I know I don’t need fixing.” 

“Well, thats good then.” They both say. 

“So if I know I don’t need to be fixed, if you know it, and he knows it. What exactly is the problem?” 

“Tha-thats not what we’re saying.” He stutters. 

“I know what you’re saying, I just don’t agree with it” You challenge, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Y/n.” Your mom warns. 

“You go on and on about how the northsiders judge us, but you’re doing exactly the same. Maybe if you actually met him, you’d realize that he’s sweet and kind and he knows exactly who I am and he still likes me, then you wouldn’t be saying all of this. But whatever, I’m going to bed.” You huff and stomp into your room, the door slams behind you and the whole trailer shakes. 

You kick your shoes off and put your pyjama’s on before climbing into bed. Its only when you’re safely under the duvet do the tears start to pour, and quiet sobs pass your lips. Its a mix of anger and sadness but you can’t quite figure out which one you feel the most. 

So you do the only thing you can do, you call Archie and pray that he made it out. It answers on the second tone and as soon as you hear his happy tone you feel yourself calm a little. 

“I’m not home yet. But I am alive and out of the serpents pit.” He laughs. But when you don’t answer he starts to worry that he upset you. “Sorry, that was a really stupid joke.” He mentally curses himself. “Y/n?” 

“Its okay.” You mumble and he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“So you couldn’t get enough of me huh?” He’s back to his old self and there’s a flirtatious tone in his voice that you can’t help but roll your eyes at. 

“Archie, I’m really sorry.” You sob and his eyebrows furrow. 

“What? Whats happening? Are you okay?” He panics. 

“No.” You cry. 

“What? Do I need to come back? What’s happening.” 

“No!” You say, rather quickly and that only worries him more. “Its nothing you can do.” 

‘What is it?” 

“My parents. I told them about us and they think you’re the worst.” 

“That sucks.” He says and the tone makes you laugh a little. 

“I know.” 

“Tell me what happened.” 

“Well, I got home and they asked who you were so I told you and then they asked if we were dating so I said yes, even though I knew what the answer would be. And they said that they were worried about me because they thought you would see me as a charity case and as something to be fixed. I tried to tell them that it wasn’t true but they just weren’t listening.” You ramble and his eyebrows knit in confusion. 

People have thought countless of things about him before, but never has anyone thought he could fix something. He’s told he could break things before, many things, but never fix. However he realizes that this probably isn’t the best thing to say, and so he decides to save his joke for another time. 

Instead he says something he has probably only ever said a handful of times before. 

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll fix it.” He curses at the use of words, but he means it nonetheless. 

Because he’s only known you for a few weeks, but he knows that he wants a future with you. You make him feel things he hasn’t felt before, and you make him feel things he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel again. So he’s going to do whatever it takes to make sure whatever future he has with you, long or short..he has it. 

“How?” You don’t sound convinced. He doesn’t blame you. He isn’t so convinced himself, but he’ll figure something out.

“I don’t know. But I will...I promise.” 

Its silent for a few seconds, before he hears a beep over the phone and then silence. You sigh, placing your phone on the bedside table before sinking further into the covers.

You want nothing more than to believe him. 

Archie Andrews, the boy who said something stupid in your English class and made you feel something you’ve never felt before.

----

Morning comes as a harsh reminder to the events of last night. The sunlight is bright and glaring through the windows and you curse yourself for being too upset to close the curtains. A dull headache appears and you squint, your eyes aching from the crying. 

You can hear your parents hushed conversation outside your bedroom, they’re arguing over if they should come in, but after a few minutes they decide to leave you alone...thankfully. 

Your head drops back onto the pillow as you decide to spend your Saturday in bed making up for the sleep you missed last night. 

However when you hear a knock on the front door you have to force yourself to sit up again. Your eyebrows furrowing as you wonder if you’re parents told you anything about weekend visitors, but when your mind comes to blank, you just stare at your closed bedroom door confused while you listen to your dad open it. 

There’s a hushed talking between two voices. One you recognize as your dad, but the other you can’t quite place. You hear your mom move from the kitchen and join your dad at the door, now all three of them talking quietly. 

You frown, confused as to what the hell is going on, and drag yourself out of bed, bunching the duvet up as you go. 

Slowly, you creep towards your bedroom door, making sure to avoid any noisy parts of the floor, and as soon as your beside the door, you crack it open a little and take a peek. 

The first thing you see is the red hair. Its bright and wild, nothing like the way it usually is. And then you see him. Stood at your front door with two bunches of flowers in his hands. He looks almost frantic while he talks to your parents, and a small smile appears on your face. 

Archie

“I just want to say that I didn’t mean to upset you.” He starts and your parents send each other a look. 

“Archie.” Your dad starts. 

“Please.” He says quickly. “I got these for you Mrs Y/l/n.” He practically shoves the flowers at your mom and you suppress a small laugh at the surprise on her face. 

The fact that he’s trying makes you want to believe that everything will be okay, but the way your parents are looking at each other, squashes all hope you could have possibly had. “And I didn’t really know what you liked Mr Y/l/n, but I’d love to find out.” 

“Thats very sweet.” Your mom begins, glancing back towards your door and you quickly hide. “But there’s really no need.” 

“I er, I’m sorry if I offended either of you. Thats the last thing I wanted to do. I don’t see Y/n as a charity case or someone that needs to be fixed, not by me or anyone. I just see her as a girl that I really, really like, and that I hope she likes me back, even if its just a fraction of what I do.” You’ve moved back to the door by the time he gets to his last sentence, and the two of you make eye contact for a brief moment. 

You open the door and slowly step outside, gaining the attention of all three of them. Archie is smiling at you, its soft and gentle and full of light and it makes you feel like you’re floating, like you’re the only person in the world. You smile back at him, sending him a small wave as you try and keep the blush off your cheeks. 

Your parents watch the interaction, finding themselves mirrored in both of you. The shy looks and soft smiles remind them of when they were younger, and how they would look at each other. 

Its not the most ideal of relationships. A northsider and a southsider, but its one thats just starting with millions of possibilities. And thats enough. So they send each other a look, before sighing and turning back to Archie. He’s still stood awkwardly by the door, completely unaware of the two adults watching him, he’s more interested in you, and making sure you’re okay. 

“Come in Archie.” 

They may not know everything about him, they may not trust him, but you do and thats good enough for them. 

[fridakahlosvoice]

Birth Day

   I was born on the 3rd of July. Not the 4th, the 3rd. Not Independence Day, but it’s little sister. Just the day before. When people start popping off their fireworks and shooting their patriotic loads into the sky, as a warm-up, you know, for the big one. When I was little my ma used to tell me the fireworks were for me. And even though I had sensitive ears, and watched most of the fireworks show from the living room while slurping down some slightly melted ‘nilla ice cream, I thought to lil self: hey bitch, that’s fucking cool! Look at those bright ass colors, magic fire flowers pelting across the sky. The huge, satisfyingly horrible booms that shake the ground below your sunburned feet: those bombs bursting in air. 

   When I got a little older, like, old enough to watch the fire works outside with the rest of the family, I had learned the Historic, His Story of everybody's favorite American Revolution. And I fuckin’ loved it. How could you not? Rebels and underdogs, our dear fore-fuckin’-father paved the way for a long line of racist white dick heads to control and condemn an entire population of people. The cruelty enlisted and employed by men in power was (is) far reaching and undeniable: to their wives, their children, the immigrants that seek safety under Lady Liberties smelly arm pit, people forced here by nasty white hands, AND in fact, the very people that lived here first! Gosh be darned! That’s a whole lot to celebrate, aint it?! Happy fucking INDEPENDENCE Day to Us! 

   HA. Independence from what? From one white oppressor just to turn around and be another? No thx America. Nooooo thx. And then one day, I was born. On July the 3rd. So. I like, share this birthday with…America. And I’ve never been able to escape it. The beaches are flooded, camp grounds destroyed, restaurants pillaged, all to get a day off from you cubical and some tired, yet magical, crazy fire light show (honestly, I can’t help it, fireworks are amazing to me.) Maybe you drink lukewarm Budweiser and eat a weenie. Happy fucking birthday, ‘Merica! you say as you peel your thong sandal that’s been sunburned to your smelly ass foot. Your red, white and blue swim trucks sag as you sway in a ‘too many beers with the boyz’ haze. USA! USA!! Literally. Fuck right off! Fuck right off! 

   It has never really felt right that my birthday was so close to Lady Liberties, though in some ways it’s just the kind of curious so wrong it’s right-ness that I have always lived.

   I was born in Washington state, and though my little heart is plum full of evergreens, I was really raised in, and would call myself a native Californian. When my parents split, I moved to San Diego with my mom and my grandparents. This was where the curiosities began. You see, I looked a lot like this one huge community of people settled along the Pacific coast line, yet I acted much more like this other group, this whiter group, that I lived with. 

   From a very young age I understood dads side of the family (mostly only seen at summer or Christmas) was the Mexican side, and my ma’s side, the side I spent my day-to-day with were…well…comfortable. I hate to admit that. But that was how it was. 

   I always felt different among the Corrals. They were all so beautiful, and loud. Constant streams of yelling, singing, laughter. And I always wanted to be like that, but always I felt quiet and shy. Soon, I realized that what I felt was white, even though my skin was the darkest in the group. I was dark, chubby, and tall. I always felt I stuck out in family pictures. It was a wonderfully awkward place to grow. 

   I only have one cousin in that mesh of marvelous Mexicans that speaks Spanish. None of the rest of us can, none of our Mexican fathers ever could. The sadness of that story is for another day, but I wonder how it felt for her to be the only. Someday, I will ask. 

   See, here’s the thing. No one ever sat me down and said ‘Maiya, you are mixed race.’ I think a lot of that is because of the free-love-hippy-moment my parents were having out in Santa Cruz when they met. I think part of what was powerful about their time was that they just kind of, went for it. But no one ever set some time aside to explain to me that How I Look is going to garner some questions along the way. Especially when How I Look is hard to pin-point and define. 

   Often, especially when I was younger, people would look at me and ask the Golden Standard: ‘Where are you from?’ And honestly, when I was really young I was like, ‘Um, Bothell Washington?’ Because I didn’t fucking know what they meant. Later, I caught on. So when they would ask, I would pipe back: ‘Are you asking me why I’m brown?’ Because I could easily answer the question with: Bothell, or San Diego or the Bay Area or ‘Oh! My mothers family is Scottish’  but thats not what they are asking. They are asking me why my skin is so dark, and my hair is so straight. 

   One time I was in a market Ashland, Oregon. I love Oregon but god is that place a racist shit show. I was excited to buy my most favorite Hawaiian BBQ chips (they don’t carry them in Chicago. CHICAGO FIX THIS PLEASE.) I am standing at the end of the isle excitedly holding my chips while my partner pays the tab. A super well-meaning, mega-dangerous white lady looks at me, and my chips. She smiles. ‘Those look good.’ She says. ‘Oh they are.’ I answer. ‘Hawaiian BBQ’ She sighs. ‘Oh yeah.’ I answer. She looks at me. At my chips. I’m like, sheesh back-off lady these are mine. She looks at me again. Smiles. ‘So. Are you from the Islands?’ The Islands? What? Wait. What is happening right now? ‘No.’ I say. ‘I am from Bothell, Washington.’ And I skulk away to eat my chips. It’s not her fault, that the bitch is white. I’m white too, I’m not judging you on that. But why say something like that? Why look at my brown skin, holding some dank-ass chips that happen to have a Hula Dancer on the front and be so bold as to ask me some whiteass question like: ‘Are You From The Islands’ ?! And here is another crazy thing about this: I have found only my other blended, ambiguous, mixed ass friends understand the frustration and violence in this story. Because even here I have trouble finding the words to properly name that feeling. And maybe that is the magic and the tragedy of it all. 

   Without a language, my brown skin has been the source of constant confusion for me. Of course, I went through the natural stages of being mixed-race (and raised mostly around white folx) like trying to hide it and feeling really different and awkward then most of my friends. Lucky for me, my mama gave me a huge gift. She told me I was beautiful. Over and over again. Beautiful and smart and interesting. And so it didn’t take me long to get over that awkward feeling and start to really adore this beautiful brown skin. Because really, it is fucking stunning. And it is true I love it more and more as I grow. Feel proud of it and honor its strength and glow. But it’s also left me alienated. I’m not, like, Mexican enough. And I’m brown as fuck so sure as hell not going to be white enough. The divide and distance between those two worlds leaves me stupefied and shrugging. 

   So as I watch calendar tick down the minuets away from my birthday, the 3rd and toward Independence day, the 4th, I seriously can’t help but wonder: Independence for whom? From whom? For what? Beyond the obvious understanding of facts and myths about the Revolution, beyond the mythos of the time we, Americans, banned together to kick our stuffy big brothers out the door: who is this independence for? Who is it from? What. Do. You. Celebrate? There is not a lot to celebrate now. Immigrants to this country hold keys to cages that hold people native to this land. War mongering idiots ask us to pledge allegiance to a flag that has never stood for us, it’s people, not really. When I think about personal Independence, it means inner revolution. It means loving myself so much I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take it away. Independence means being able to buy your own beer, or stay up writing words you’ve never said before, or kissing someone beautiful so hard it’s like you become them. This is what I am realizing: the forth of July is not a holiday, it’s not important or reasonable. And really it just promotes too many Joe Budweisers picking their white assholes at the beach. Let’s face it, Joe. Ya time is up. Erase this Holiday. Let’s find more meaningful ones that celebrate our beautiful nations roots, honoring the trees that grow here or the people that nurtured this dirt. Let’s ask them what we should celebrate. Let’s ask our neighbor what she or he or they need to celebrate. Let’s celebrate mixed-race confusion and Mexicans and the ocean. And if all else fails, let’s just celebrate my birthday. I am totally fine with that.