#wish me luck the boys are 12 and maybe mean

[macadam]

Oh yeah I have been up in the forest and will not be back til June btw, if anyone was wondering why I didn’t respond to their message/tagged/ask. Internet is scarce up here

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

good luck, babe! [e.w x fem!reader.]

chapter one.

author's note!<3 - this is inspired by chappell roan's unreleased song good luck, babe! i lllloooovveee chappel roan! this was originally going to be just a LONG ASS one-shot but i don't think i can write any more tonight 😭😭 . BUT I REALLY WANNA PUBLISH IT SO HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!! also forgive me if there's any grammar/spelling errors... i'm posting this at 12:59 am🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶 . reblogs and comments are SO appreciated!!! i busted my ass for y'all 🤗 .

content warnings - SLIGHT angst, reader has internalized homophobia and is outright homophobic to ellie, reader is in the closet, ellie is a lovergirl and she's going through the five stages of grief, modern!au, reader gets sexually assaulted/harrassed, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE!!!!

special thanks to!!!!: @sharkfemme and @dykedearest FOR HELPING ME OUT!!!!!! and also LYNN AND MAXIM!!! ALL FOUR OF YOU ARE AMAZING BETA READERS I'M KISSING YOU ALL THROUGH THE PHONE RN!!!

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it's fine, it's cool.

ellie's grip on her glass got impossibly tighter as her eyes never left your figure, your body swaying to whatever shitty mainstream pop music that was playing.

ellie williams hated secrets. she hated surprises, and she hated being in love with you.

she hated the way you would ghost her after spending a week at her apartment. she hated the way you would stop responding to her texts after you would leave. she hated the way she would let you back in when you needed her, she hated how much she loved to comfort you. she hated how gentle you were when it was just the two of you, compared to how cruel you got in public.

you can say that we ain't nothin' when you know the truth.

ellie took her hand off the glass and gripped the bar table instead, afraid that if she broke another glass she'd be banned from the bar.

you were like forbidden fruit to her, or maybe that was what she was to you.

she knew you weren't ready to come out of the closet. she understood that. so, why keep on playing this fucking game with her?

why did she even still feed into it?

i guess i'm, the fool.

the closet was made out of glass, really. you would stare at every woman's body that passed you, your eyes would scan up their short dress, she could see the curiosity and desire in your face.

but every single time after you two would hook up, there was always a new excuse.

"i'm not a fucking lesbian, ellie. i just... don't like men sometimes." sometimes?

"they're just stupid thoughts... it's not like i could ever be with a woman." but you had been. you had been with her.

"ok but... do you even count as a woman? you wear boxers, you don't even know the meaning of the term ladylike and... i don't know- look at your fuckin' hair! the closest you'd get is a transwoman." that one had hurt her. she didn't talk to you for a month after you made that comment. and then you appeared in her apartment complex hallway, sobbing hysterically.

and of course, she took you back.

like she always does.

with her arms out like an angel, through the car sun-roof.

she hated playing this fucking game with you. it was killing her.

every single time she'd see you at this bar, she imagined you dragging her onto the dancefloor. she imagined being able to walk out with your hand in her's, waking up to your groggy groans when the sun invaded the sacred space of your shared bedroom, you'd hide your face in her neck, mumbling something about, "shouldn't have drank that much last night."

every single time you pulled this shit on her, it felt like her already shattered heart broke off into impossibly tinier pieces.

"i wish you were a boy." crack.

"it's not easy for me like it is for you, els. i don't know the first thing about being proud of myself." crack.

"this hurts me more than you, baby." shattered. her heart was shattered.

it hurts you more than her?

the fucking audacity.

the nights she spent crying next to your sleeping figure.

the hours she'd spent texting you and checking her phone second after second after goddamn second.

the way she would ignore every single obligation she had to pick you up from whatever shit-hole situation you had found yourself in, immediately and happily dropping anything to make sure you were ok.

and it hurt you more than it hurt her?

you didn't know shit about hurt. about misery. about love.

i don't wanna cut it off!

her friends had told her to cut you off. her therapist said in his own professional shrink way that you would never be good for her. at least not while you weren't even good for yourself.

but she couldn't let you go. it seemed like every reason that she had to leave you, fuelled her determination to stay.

but you don't wanna call it love!

every single time you somehow broke her heart in a new way, she fell harder in love with you.

you just wanna love someone that calls you baby!-

ellie was pulled out of her internal anger when your eyes met hers. although it was only a few seconds ago, it felt like she was staring into your eyes for an eternity.

don't fuckin' wave, ellie. look away- LOOK AWAY. , she thought to herself as she was unable to look away from your beautiful irises.

you had this slight smile on your face, the dancefloor's led lights adding a shimmer to your already twinkling eyes.

it felt like her melancholy thoughts had lifted and increased all at the same time by the sight of you acknowledging her presence.

ellie went against her better judgement, her slender hand flying up to wave at you. her lips quirked upwards gently as she scanned your delighted face.

your light expression quickly turned into one of frustration, suppressing your grin with a tightening of your lips before pulling the nearest man close to you in for an unexpected kiss, opening your eyes once you knew the mystery man's were closed, locking your eyes onto ellie's before closing them once more.

the light had died in ellie's stomach after that. her happy hand that was raised in the air faltered painfully back to her side as she watched the man's hands roam down from your sides... to your waist... to your ass.

you can kiss a hundred boys in bars,

those butterflies that she had just felt in her tummy had died slowly, turning into knots of anguish.

she watched your hands cradle the man's face. those same hands that had counted each and every freckle on her face on a snowy morning that had you both stranded in her apartment.

those same hands that had a death-grip on her back as you sobbed into her shoulder every other weeknight as she tried to muffle her own cries.

those same hands that had shoved her violently as she finally tried to stand her ground one afternoon you showed up knocking on her door. "you know what... fuck you, ellie! i don't know why i keep on doing this shit with you anyways." you said, before storming off. you called her later that night. she answered. "i'm sorry, els. i'm sorry, i'll do better, i'm so sorry-" , "it's ok, baby. it's ok. i know you didn't mean it. you're ok baby, i forgive you."

shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling!

she would've stayed in that seat, stewed in her anger for a bit more before the tears inevitably came falling down if it wasn't for the way the dude's hands creeped under your skin-tight jeans and how you flinched away from his grasp, breaking the kiss immediately with a nervous giggle creeping up.

the guy obviously took it as an invitation to do more, placing his hand back on your waist and agressively pulling you closer.

you can say it's just the way you are,

ellie's head tilted as she watched this go down.

what she wanted to do was launch that creep into the nearest wall and make sure he never tainted your body again. but she didn't want to get up too soon, she wanted to be certain that you needed help, whether you wanted it or not.

your hand stopped him from coming any closer, placing it right before his chest. you said something along the lines of, "don't want to do anything." .

make a new excuse, another stupid reason-

instead of him being a decent human being and leaving you alone, his face quickly turned into one of anger. his jaw jutted out as he tried to pull you in again, leaving you thrashing against his body.

how was no one else seeing this? why was no one else doing anything?!

she didn't even have time to process what she was about to do. her feet were on the ground, marching their way towards you before she could even think about her course of action in a smart way.

"let me go, fuckin' creep!" she heard you shriek as she grew closer to you, attempting to elbow him in the chest.

ellie felt like no matter how fast she was walking, she would never make it to you in time.

he laughed tauntingly as he grinded against. "i'm the creep, bitch?! you kissed me f-"

his last word was stolen from him as ellie forcefully pushed him off you with and landed a blow against his nose.

he groaned in pain, falling to the ground as he cradled his now-broken-nose.

you gasped in shock and horror. "what the fuck, ellie?!" you scolded her. as if you would've been fine on your own.

she ignored your words though, pulling the guy's hand away as she forced another punch to his face.

now people were finally looking.

she didn't stop until she felt your hands on her stomach, pulling her away from the scene.

"she fuckin'... said... no!..." ellie's voice thundered, erratic breaths in between her words before bringing one last painful kick to his face before letting you lead her out of the bar and into the night air.

you didn't stop even after you two were at the entrance door of the establishment, you made sure the two of you were far enough away that ellie wouldn't be caught if the police were called.

she couldn't help but feel those stupid fucking butterflies again as your hand gripped hers and felt a little disappointed when you dropped it, suddenly all too aware that you were still in public.

her green eyes met your own, yours filled with anger and chaos... hers filled with love.

"hey baby." the auburnette sighed out simply, that stupid love-grin back on her face as she was finally close to you.

your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as your hands went to massage your temples. you let out a humorless giggle. "you're so... fucking stupid, ellie!" you exclaimed, shoving her chest as if she was in the wrong.

her grin turned into a confused frown as she surrendered her hands in the air, her eyebrows mirroring your own now. "wh-wh....what-"

good luck, babe!

"god, you have this severe goddamn saviour complex or some shit!... i was fine! i was fucking fine on my own before you marched in and assaulted that guy."

well good luck, babe!

you gaslighted beautifully, defending the man you knew nothing about over the woman who was fatally in love with you, she almost believed you.

ellie's frown turned into an angry smile as she brought a hand to gently wipe over the bridge of her nose, a mannerism of her's she had developed whenever she got frustrated with you.

"assau-... ok, sure-... you wanna talk about assault, baby? that fuckin' guy would've assaulted you if i didn't step in. he was assaul-"

you shut your eyes tightly the way you do when you wanted to block something out that ellie was obviously right about. you shook your head stubbornly. "gggoddd ellie- it was my fault! i wanted it and then i didn't. i shouldn't have- i shouldn't have kissed him in the first place. i gave him mixed signals, i-"

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!-

your eyebrows grew dangerously closer to your face as you cradled your head in your hands.

ellie was quick to walk right back to you, caressing your arms.

"what? baby, no. no, it's not your fault... that- that fuckin' guy... hey... look at me, sweetheart." she cooed lovingly.

good luck, babe!

you slowly brought your hands away from your face, meeting her breathtaking green eyes.

you wanted to fall into her arms, you wanted to thank her for coming to your rescue and kiss her and confess to her how scared you truly were.

but you didn't. you never did.

your slightly calm expression that came over you once you met your secret lover's gaze turned into one of annoyance. ellie was, like always, taken by surprise as you thrashed against her grip, just like the way you did with that monster in the bar.

good luck, babe!

ellie's eyes blurred with tears as she watched your face turn into a grimace.

"fuck you, ellie." you said quietly as you broke free from her hands, storming off into the night. leaving her. like always.

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

[igotanidea]

Date gone wrong : Jason Todd x plussize!fem!reader pt 1

@jasontoddsthickbabe - here you go :D

summary: being bigger girl is not always easy. Especially when it comes to the dating and relationships. However, they say that there are plenty fish in the sea, so maybe some people are just to stubborn to realise they are looking in all the wrong places,

This can be read as a story preceding to my other plussize!fem ff: Beneath and Snickers and Hoodies

Warning: mention of past trauma and eating disorder.

Clarification: I have nothing against make-up, dresses, woman's magazines and girls who are feminine. I'm just creating reader as more of a tomboy, because I seriously believe we need more representation of such.

***

„What are you doing?”

„Thinking.”

„You sure you are not worrying?”

“Yes, Dick, I am pretty sure I am not.”

“You got that face you know. “

“What face?”

“The face you do when you are worried” he grinned, making her roll her eyes

“You are unbelievable….”

“I know. Now come on, if there’s anything you want to share with your best friend….”

“On second thought there may be one thing.” She tapped her chin “and you may be right , I may want to share with my best friend.”

“Well then….”

“I’m gonna go find Tim. Have you seen him around?”

“That is so not fair!” Dick rushed right after her, not wanting to miss any of the gossip that she may tell Tim. After all, he was the oldest brother, and her oldest friend, it was his dutyto take care of Y/N.

***

Before Y/N started working in tech department of Gotham’s press and met Dick, she was a freelancer for a woman’s magazine. Now, thinking back it was the worst time of her life. She was never really interested in all those articles like  “12 make up tricks to make your eyes look bigger” or “10 ways to make a man fall for you” Ugh! This was just too objectifying – was it really the purpose of a girl to play pretend just to catch attention?  But she was newly graduated and needed money to keep herself afloat, so the best option to have any income was to adjust to the realities. And that meant accepting the open slot and cut down on her ambition. Just a bit and just for the time being.

“One year” she was telling herself “you have to stick here one year, get a name for yourself and then you will be able to choose any other newspaper to work for.”

Biting the bullet she was writing all those silly news and gossips, counting the days to the desired promotion and submitting to the wishes and whims of her boss. The editor was not the person to discuss with, she always knew better what would turn out to be popular, and when one day she called Y/N into her office, the girl knew there was a task for her. Arguably the one she would not like.

“I’m sorry, boss, you want me to do what?”  she raised an eyebrow involuntarily, but quickly realized it was not professional. She was the newbie, with no power to bargain, treated rather like a coffee delivery and courier than a real journalist. If she was to act even a bit too cocky with the boss that would end with her on the street.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me the first time, but I’ll repeat it for you. I need you to go to ten different dates with ten different boys found on dating app and write a reporting on it. “

“But….”

“No buts.” The boss cut her off “you got two weeks and I want to see it on my desk.”

“Two weeks?” that would mean she would be forced to go out almost every night “But…..”

“You can go now, Y/n. Good luck.”

This was like a nightmare coming alive. Y/N did not have good experiences with men or with dates or with that whole relationship stuff. Maybe it was partially because of her childhood issues. She never felt wanted or accepted for who she was. Her father practically did not care about her, only willing to acknowledge her presence when he was in need of help or feeling lonely enough to settle for her in the absence of someone better. Not exactly a role model. Y/N did not have any male friends in school as well, to focused on being an A grade student to please her strict mother. Burdened with pressures and expectations from everyone, herself included, she got dragged into eating disorder that left her a bit bigger than her friends. At some point it felt like food was her way to suppress all the emotions, good and bad. Instead of letting her feelings out she was drowning them by sticking food in her mouth and stomach. It was shameful and embarrassing and the more she tried to hide this sick self-defense mechanism the worse it got.  Finally, after a lot of hard work she dealt with it, but her weight and curves stayed in place. She was still bigger.   

On good days, the outlook and weight never bothered her, she was just doing her own things, not caring who thought what about her, but on the bad days – she didn’t even want to leave the house and show herself. On those days she watched comedies and sitcoms that would lift her spirits and help her regain some confidence. But not with men. Her sarcastic and a bit harsh attitude alongside with emotional unavailability was not helping either. There were countless times when she heard from her mother, grandmother, aunts and cousins that she should be sweeter, lighter, feminine ….. All those words made her laugh inside. To hell with those comments. She was not going to be the men pleaser, and if that meant being alone then so be it.

But now, the task to come was bringing back all her insecurities. Again. So instead of treating it like a cruel joke from the boss (since at first she believed it was assigned to her only to mock her) she started thinking about it more like a job.  Involuntarily she created a fake account on the app and started her work. Maybe this would turn out to be a good social experiment.

***

“Hey Tim, can I have a minute of your time….” Y/N asked noticing the middle Wayne seated on the couch with some newspaper in his hands  “what are you reading…..? Oh, shit……” she hissed realizing the article Tim was so engaged in.

“Y/N?” the boy raised head and his eyes landed straight on her face “You did work for this magazine in the past, right?”

“I…. um…. Yes” there was no point in lying. Knowing Tim, he already got everything figured out.

“And you had one very particular nick you used for your articles, right?”

“Yeah, I…..”

“I am sorry.” Tim put the paper down and stood up to hug his friend. Y/N just stood frozen for a second not sure what to do, but after a few seconds reciprocated his embrace “you did not deserve any of it.”

“It’s in the past, Tim. I haven’t really thought about it in a long time.”

“Still. You did not ….”

“Mhm, you said it” she cut him off “and thank you for that. But what interests me the most here is how the hell did you find this outdated magazine?”

“I…..” Tim hesitated  and scratched his head

“Oh, you were spying on me.” She smirked

“That’s not the word I would use, but…. Look, you have been sad lately and Steph suggested….”

“So she was involved in this as well, great. I guess I should have known it from the beginning.”

“Don’t be mad at me, Y/N.”

“I am not.” she assured “I just need you to keep it to yourself, all right? Can’t risk your brothers finding it and…..”

“Finding what?” Dick peeked through an open door with a shit eating grin on his face

“NOTHING!”

“Oh you two are hiding something.” He muttered coming closer to the sofa. Predicting his next moves, Y/N quickly reached for the magazine, grabbed it and started running the other way but before she was able to escape Jason stood in her way and she ended up crashing into his chest.

“Auch!” she yelled, the paper falling from her hands, while Jason’s arm grabbed her securing her before hitting the ground.  Too close, too damn close.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked, eyes switching between Tim, who just shrugged, Dick who quickly throw himself to gather the magazine and Y/N who wriggled out of his embrace, being the first to grab the paper.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that. Show me what is it.” Dick hissed, while Y/N hid behind Jay using him as a shield. “Don’t be a kid.”

“I am not the only one who’s acting like one! This is mine!”

“And yet, you let Tim read it!”

“In her defense, she didn’t know about it.” Tim chimed in

“Irrelevant. If Tim knows, we all knows.”

“Is that how it works now?”

“Pretty sure it was always like that.”

“I wonder why the hell do I even came here in the first place” Jason sighed and without any effort grabbed Y/N from behind, snatching that damn paper off her hands. “And you claim I am the crazy one here.”

“Give it back!” she struggled against his arms, but he did not let go. Just one of them was enough to keep her in place.

“What even is it? 10 dates that went wrong? Wait, did you write it?”

“Please…..” she whispered “please, give it back to me…..” her eyes were so pleading that it almost, almost got Jason wavering. He wondered why. Y/N just seemed to have strange effect on him and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not.

“I…..”

“Hey, Y/N. Relax. It’s just some funny article of yours, right. Nothing to be ashamed of. Or worried. Or…..” Dick opened the article, clearly ready to read it out loud “Y/N? Are you all right?” she was sobbing now and that was an unexpected view.

“You know what. I’m done fighting with you. Read ahead, but it’s not a funny little article.”

“Y/n….” Jason looked at her carefully. He recognized that look in her eyes. It was the same as he had when after coming back from the dead and dealing with all the shit in Gotham he still felt not wanted. Like a piece of trash. Clearly, just the title from the past brought some bad memories in her.

“I’ll be fine.” she took a step back “like I said, read ahead. Just…. not with me here” turning on her heels she rushed out of the living room.

“Tim?” Dick glanced at his younger brother.

“I’ll check on her. And just a word of advice to you two – prepare for some additional trauma after this.”

***

Date number  1 – he showed up late using some lame excuses about having an important job and being a really big fish. For the whole night he was talking about himself, not asking a single thing about me. After an hour of his monologue I excused myself into the bathroom to catch a breath and when I came back found him flirting with the sexy looking girl on the other table. “What, can’t blame me for being attracted to a good looking girl, for a change.

Date number 3 – he seemed like a nice guy. Came right on time, focused on me (perhaps a bit too much, not caring about personal distance), saying that he enjoyed my company. He paid for the meal. But when I started thinking that maybe, maybe he was a good one, the situation turned around. Despite my clear “no”, his hands were all over me, definitely in the places they should not. “come on, honey, you know no one else would want you. You’re just not the kind of girl to be desirable.” I used my pepper spray on him and got away, chased by his yells that I was a bitch

Date number 5 – “You should have posted your profile picture on the side. I wouldn’t have to waste my time if I knew you looked like this”

Date number 8 – “I believe man are far superior to woman. We are just stronger, tougher, smarter. Oh, and you probably did not know this, but color red is believed to be attracting to you, girls. I had plenty of woman falling to my knees just because I was wearing it.”

“Jason?” despite the seriousness dripping from the article Dick could not help a laugh

“What? That’s not why I chose to be Red Hood and you know it!”

 “Maybe that is why you are just staring at me with those dumb, pretty eyes without a single word.” I was staring, but definitely not because I was enamored by his behavior.

Date number 10 –Honestly, I was planning to skip it, but much to my surprise my date found me. “You must be Y/N” he smiled approaching the table “I knew it from the second I saw you sitting here all alone.”

“Did you?” I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, sipping on my drink.

“Mhm. You are smart girl. And those are rarely wanted. If you were pretty however….”

Ok, that was the end of that joke of a date.

So, to sum it all up, I am pretty sure finding yourself a good partner is a challenge I was not able to tackle. But if you follow all the rules and guidance we prepare for you in our magazine your chances for meeting your price charming are rising significantly. Go check our tips for weight loss and new trends in make up for the spring……

Dick voice broke at the ending, not capable of finishing.

“Poor Y/n” he sighed “she’s been though a lot.”

“She shouldn’t have searched on the Internet. “ Jason scoffed but clenched his fists. “She should have known better.”

“It was for a job.” Dick pointed out “she would never come up with something like this on her own and you know it.”

“How much time ago was it written?”

“Three years ago, why….? Jason! Jason! what the hell are you planning on doing?!”

“Making it right.” The younger brother muttered walking out of the room, grabbing his helmet on the way.

“Don’t you dare! Jason!” now Dick really felt like it was his responsibility to make sure his brother won't do anything stupid.

to be continued

@pinksirensong

[pocketramblr]

For 5 ask game: an au where Izuku is a (still quirkless) child prodigy, thus is actually 12 upon receiving 0FA and entering UA

Smallish hiccup, he forgot to mention to All Might he skipped a few grades

1- Izuku has been testing up through school because he realized it's the only way to get a better deal out of there. He won't be moved to a different class away from his bullies, but if he skips a grade he can get a little distance, and more with a second, when he becomes more impressive to the school and classmates who aren't as familiar with his quirklessness. (They aren't nice to him by any means, but getting ignored is better than being exploded on the regular) It means he has to work very hard to study, prioritizing it above all else, and he's hoping to graduate middle school early and then spend a couple years just training for UA. Then, he meets All Might

2- look. They apparently didn't make All Might do any sort of certification or learning program before hiring him as a teacher. He's never taken a child development class! He has no idea how an 12 year old is different from a 14 year old. (PLENTY DIFFERENT BTW. Maybe not at appearance, kids grow differently, but def behavior.) So the fact that this kid skipped two grades is not obvious to him. And Izuku forgets to mention it! (Though his grades are slipping for focusing on training. Towards the end of the school year his teachers wonder if moving up two grades was too much for him, if he'll need to repeat the year. He doesn't, it's still fine.)

3- and then All Might talks about him taking the entrance exam this year, and Izuku just figures it's his plus ultra mindset! Or good strategy, he can test the quirk for a first time in a contained environment, and then have a year or two to just focus on training ofa before he can pass a test he's more familiar with. And uh. Then he gets in.

4- Izuku's muttering during the instructions is complained about by one student, but then a blond boy laughs and takes attention off him, before patting his leg and whispering that it's ok, he and his friend are nervous too. (Next to Mirio, Tamaki is practically curled up in fetal position about the two of them not being in the same arena.) Izuku somehow gets enough rescue points. Yay! He's in 1A, with Mirio and Yuyu, who about fall over when Izuku mentions his age. Which is better than All Might, who coughed up a lung when looking over the student files and seeing young Midoriya's age.

5- after the SF, Bakugou shows up at Izuku's house demanding to know what villain has taken that quirkless kid he slightly forgot about after he ran away to a different school's identity. And how dumb is that villain, to use the name and face of a kid who isn't old enough for ua. Izuku is like "I didn't move schools? I moved up a grade? Two actually? Did you just assume I did when I wasn't sitting behind you anymore and forget about me??" Bakugou would never admit to that so he just yells and then leaves, swearing he'll graduate middle school this year so he can get into UA early too and beat him. Izuku wishes him confused but genuine luck, then has his attention pulled away by Mirio calling to invite him to join he, Yuyu, and Tamaki for lunch as they bemoan their lackluster first SF performance and celebrate they can only go up from there. That makes it a bit awkward when Tamaki nervously invited Nejire, the SF winner along, who wasn't sure how to join the conversation until Mirio cracked a joke about Izuku's age, and then Nejire unleashed a torrent of questions and brightened up, cementing them as more of a group of friends who'd be sticking together a while.

[flowerhead-fh]

Cupid!Steve x Rockstar!Eddie

OHHH BOY- GUYS- I was just watching my favorite series of all time, which I would recommend to every living being, called Brooklyn 99, and I got an idea for a fanfic, which immediately made me think of Steddie, so here I am. Please enjoy this, drabble? ficlet? I dunno, short fic sample

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In this world, there are Gods, a lot of them. Under them, you have the demigods. Ever living beings, scattered throughout the earth, to make sure everything is running smoothly (which actually means, they are constantly keeping humans from sending the world to shit)

Steve, is one of said demigods. The demigod of love, cupid himself nonetheless. He does his job, better than most demigods actually. Can even find love for the most unlovable. However he has one weakness, and that's finding love for himself. Yes, yes I know. The irony, but the unfortunate truth is; that Steve Harrington's luck in the romantic department is non-existent.

He had just been complaining about this to Robin during their shared shift at Family Video. "It's ridiculous! I can find true love for everyone but myself?! What kind of power is that?!" He groans in frustration and rests his head on his forearms. "I'm gonna be lonely forever." Robin (the demigod of sand (I told you there were a lot of them)) was meanwhile playing around with the sand in an hourglass.

"Relax, I'm sure you'll find someone eventually! And until then, you've always got me! Besides, would you really want to just zap yourself and a random person, just for the sake of dating someone?" Steve groans again, raising his head up and running a hand down his face. "No, but.... still! I want to- have someone in my life like that." Robin hums sympathetically. "Well, at least you can get laid easy." She says shrugging."

Ahh yes, one of the perks to being Cupid, is that he can control, ignite, and remove lust within anyone he so wishes. "Yeah, but I'm past one-night stands now, Robin! I want someone to love." Steve huffs, as he finishes his sentence.

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Just then someone enters the store. The bell rings, and they both spare a glance at the door. The man entering was dressed in mostly black. He had long curly hair, and silver rings adorned each of his fingers. "Robin," Steve whispers to her, as she's still distracted by the hourglass. "12 o'clock." Steve nods subtly in the direction of the man, as Robin looks up at him. She raises her eyebrows. "Oh shit." She mutters.

Steve tried not to ogle him, he really does, but this might be the most interesting man, currently in Hawkins, so that proves difficult. The man, the stranger, is checking out something in the sci-fi section, smiling to himself. His expression then drops a bit, as he pauses and suddenly makes eye contact with Steve. Steve flinches and gives him a small awkward wave.

The guy starts walking over to them, and Steve gently elbows Robin to HELP HIM BECAUSE WORDS HAVE ESCAPED HIM. "Hey, couldn't help but catch you staring. You a fan?" He asked in a polite manner. Steve wrinkles his eyebrows. "No, that's a fan." Steve points to the ceiling fan. The man glances briefly at the ceiling fan, and then back at Steve, laughing.

"I'll admit to staring at you, yes, but I don't think I recognize you sorry." Steve continues after the stranger's laughter has died down. He stares at Steve, mouth slightly agape, in a somewhat mortified expression. "Oh shit." The man runs a hand down his face an embarrased manner. "Ohhhnoooo, I must seem like such a douchebag now."

He looks down and away from Steve. "No, no ,no! It's fine! Erm- Are you like famous or something? What's your name? Maybe I've heard of you somewhere!" Steve says hurredly, trying to salvage the conversation. The stranger chuckles. "Uhum, it's Eddie, Eddie Munson. I started a band called Corroded Coffin. Do you listen to Metal?"

Steve shakes his head awkwardly. "No sorry, but those names do ring a bell... Oh!" Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, it's that band Dustin has been raging about, together with the rest of the party. "The kids I babysit won't stop talking about you! You're like their idol. What's a celebrity like you doing in Hawkins then?"

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The guy- Eddie, scratches his neck. "Ah, just visiting home. Taking a break, kind of." Eddie leans an elbow on the counter. "What's model like you doing out here?" He asks in a slightly deeper tone. Steve clears his throat, and turns away to attempt to hide his blush. "Ahaha. I live here. Thanks." Eddie hums, and smiles.

He then notices Robin's fidgeting with the hourglass. "Woah! Holy shit!" Eddie straightens up, no longer leaning on the counter, and stares at the hourglass amazed. Robin hums looking up at Eddie. "Oh, we're demigods. I'm the demigod of sand, this is basically I can do." She says is shrugging.

Eddie turns back to Steve with an excited questioning look. "Both of you? What's your thing then, pretty boy?" Eddie leans on the counter again, this time resting his chin on his hand. Steve hums, and ponders on his next actions. On one hand he could just tell Eddie he is Cupid, on the other hand...

Steve hums, and boldly puts finger on Eddie's chest, sliding it down slowly, while igniting an amount lust within him, that's just edging on too much. Then he looks into Eddie's eyes, and says; "This is." Eddie stares at him, with wide eyes, his face burning red, his mouth just slightly open, as if trying to find something to say, and failing.

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Steve pulls his hand away, and simulteaneously quells any and all lust he awakened within Eddie. "I'm Cupid, basically. I make people fall in love and shit. I can also do that- what I just did." He smiles a bit. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too much, or anything?" Steve looks at him apologetically.

Eddie stares at him a bit longer mouth agape, still blushing. Then he clears his throat, and speaks as casually as he can muster. "Yeah, no, it's cool, it's alright. That was cool, that wasss a-okay!" He grins at back at Steve, who doesn't seem to fully believe him. "You sure? I can imagine it was a bit much."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, seriously, it's cool. Just didn't see it coming is all." Eddie seems to be speaking truthfully, so Steve decides to believe him. "Okay, if you say so." Steve nods as well.

Eddie switches topics. "So, are you single?" Steve looks at him surpised, and pauses. "Uhh... Yes, very much so, actually." He admits blushing a bit. Eddie grins. "How come? I'd imagine you could make anyone fall in love with you, and I mean that both literally and figuratively."

Steve chuckles. "Romantic love spells don't work in my regards, I have to find love the normal way." Steve says rolling his eyes. "So I've remained lonely for a while now." Eddie hums. "Well... This might be a bit forward, but I think-" Eddie leans into Steve's space. "That I should maybe fix that." He then shrugs "But you tell me, Cupid. Are we compatible?"

Eddie looks at Steve expectantly, and Steve pauses to think. "... Yeah, I think we are." He says smiling a bit. They're first date happens just a couple days later.

[mediocre-daydreams]

five hour energy thief (one shot)

pairing: uni student! peter parker x grumpy! reader

summary: some jerk has the nerve to snatch the last bottle of five hour energy and you can’t stand his beautiful face, especially after he runs you over with his skateboard

W/C: 0.9k

A/N: also my first time writing for peter parker! we’re on summer break right now and i could not wish more that i was back on campus for fall term-- its my favorite time of the year

you were having the worst monday, possibly ever. somebody had taken your clothes out of the dryer and you couldn’t find your hairbrush this morning, meaning you were wandering campus with a slightly damp t-shirt and bedhead. you had made a cup of instant coffee last night using the last of your nesquick grounds, but had then spilled it over your library book which meant a) you had been running with noncaffeinated blood for the last 12 hours and b) that you’d have to pay a fine. you had even gone the school store before class to pick up a five hour energy, and with just your luck, some mousy-haired asshole holding a skateboard got to it before you. damn him. who even skateboards these days?

harumphing, you put in earbuds and blasted stevie nicks as loud as your phone would allow before giving you that stupid “ear damage volume” whatever message; at this point, you’d risk ear damage just to drown out your horrible day.

hands in your pockets, you cracked your neck side to side and admired the last of the red leaves on campus. fall had always been your favorite season; if you weren’t so broke, you would’ve indulged in a chai or some classic, overly-syruped seasonal drink, but you were so broke. there was nothing quite like the bite of the late autumn chill on your ears, the crunch of dry leaves under boots, or the sting of a passing breeze on your cheeks—

shit. that was decidedly not a passing breeze.

you landed ungracefully on your bottom, probably scuffing the bottom of your favorite jeans. you cursed once more. what the fuck?

looking up, you saw the hand of some lanky motherfucker extended towards you, skateboard long forgotten as he looked down with concern. his grip was firm as he pulled you up, his hands calloused but warm and wrapped snugly around yours. he also looked disheveled, but unlike you, he looked good regardless. you could just tell he’d be annoying.

“i am- i am so, so sorry. that was totally my fault. is your phone okay?” he picked up your phone, face down on the pavement, panicked. “shit! no, i mean, are you okay? i’m so sorry, i don’t usually run into pretty girls like this,” he gulped. “not that i run into people very often at all- anyways! i’m so sorry.” he dropped his head into his hands and ran them down his face, peeking out from between his fingers to give you a sheepish smile.

yep. super annoying. i hate it when people apologize. i hate cute clumsy boys.

you squint at him. “hey, you look familiar…”

“um, do i? i’m sorry, i don’t think i know you.” he chuckled nervously, eyes darting away. why the fuck is he so shifty and weird? and pretty?

“oh my god, you’re that five hour energy thief, aren’t you? from this morning? the skateboard guy who just swung in and took the last one?” you shook your head in disbelief.

“i mean, i wouldn’t say i swung in… but yeah, i guess that was me.” he rubbed the back of his neck as you shifted your weight to examine him closer. he was quite pretty, that you could admit. but there was something off about him that made you reluctant to trust him. whatever. fuck it.

you extended your hand and introduced yourself. “do you happen to know a gwen? she’s in my dorm, i swear she’s described someone like you before.”

“oh! right, i’m peter, peter parker. it’s nice to meet you, and yeah, i think i might’ve heard of a gwen. blonde hair, ponytail, pre-med?” you nod, finally cracking a smile.

“maybe i should set you guys up sometime. she seems curious,” you trail off, raising your eyebrows mischeviously. he blushes, much to your satisfaction. gwen’s gonna owe me for this one.

“actually, i’m not really close with gwen. i’m really sorry about that five hour energy though, do you think i could get your number instead? only because i feel really guilty and i want to get you a new one, though. but maybe we could coincidentally run into each other at the school store and, y’know, take the opportunity to grab something to eat?” he runs his tongue over his lower lip as he peers down at you with renewed confidence.

this arrogant bitch is a flirt! god, i hate flirts. and i hate that it’s working.

“well, considering the two times i’ve seen you today have ended pretty poorly for me, i think you might be bringing me bad luck.”

“hey, well third time’s a charm, right?” he takes a couple steps forward until you can smell his cologne on his sweater. this time, you’re the one to flush. it’s just the cold, you think. i take it back, i’m no longer a fan of late autumn.

you let out an exaggerated sigh. “alright, peter parker. give me your fucking phone.” you punch in your number and he watches you with amusement dancing over his features at your concentrated face lit by the glow of his screen. he resists the urge to toussle your hair.

“you won this time, parker. but you better make that coincidental run-in worth it, because i’m not big on fourth chances, ‘ya hear me?” he brings two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute as he strides backwards to pick up his skateboard.

“see you, thief!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

masterlist

[neverevan]

get to know me EVEN better 🫣

I was tagged by @forthewolves thank you lovely mwuah 💛

I'm gonna drop it under the cut cuz its a bit long~

also I just answered some of these in the other post, so pay no mind to the 2 copy+pastes uhhh

three ships: (I'm gonna give three different ones here though, it pays to be a multishipper hehe) chanoey, hilson, spideypool

first ever ship: I wanna say... Hiei x Kurama from YYH?? Or maybe Leon and Yuri from Kaleido Star?? idk I was like 12 it's gotta be one of these 🥲

last song: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

last movie: still Barbie... you gotta understand that I watch TV shows all the time, but I can't make myself sit down and watch a movie that I haven't seen before, more than once every 3 years

currently reading: I am shamelessly rereading all things bright and beautiful by @forthewolves because of feels™ and because the last time I read it was just before I actually started watching the show 🤭

currently watching: you know it already and it's probably gonna be the same for the next couple of months because I'm hooked 🥲

consuming: can of diet coke ✌️

currently craving: validation and motivation ugh

nicknames: okay so I have sooo many, mainly because I used to use my first name and then my middle name for 14 years each, before I changed my name lol but also because I've been in fandom since I was like 12 so I accumulated a lot of character names that I was associated with at the time, I listen to anything at this point... that being said the ones I'm actually willing to give here are: newbs (which is 10/10 btw) and newbster haha

zodiac: pisces 🐠

fav music: goood so many but uhh indie/alternative stuff mostly, slavic electro folk, drum and bass, electro swing, newschool rockabilly/rock 'n' roll, anything good tbh, not techno though

followers: 1365

following: 273 (I've been going out of my way to follow more blogs that post stuff that I like, but I had a big cleanup there like 3 months ago)

do you get asks: sometimes, mostly about buddie lately which allows me to ramble on about them even more 😭 though I get the occasional rude asks from stupid people, but I just delete those lmao

amount of sleep: 6 hours I think??? Actually maybe less...

what are you wearing: black baggy pants with a waist string and a sinched bottom, a stripey crop jumper (white base, yellow, pink, blue and purple stripes), Looney Tunes socks

dream job: I mean, it used to be making cartoons, that's why I studied animation, but now I'm training to be an actor so wish me luck guys 🫡

languages: english, hungarian and what miniscule amount of german I still have left rattling around in my brain from school

random fact: I changed my name legally last December and I was struggling to pick a middle name for months, and as some of you may know already newbie is a nickname that Dr Cox calls JD in Scrubs and I have been using it for over a decade, so I thought if I was fine with that for so long, then I might as well give a subtle nod to the character irl too and I won't tell you what it is, but that's exactly what I did 😌

aesthetic: depending on the day; skater boy, dark academia librarian or insta mum 🥲

no pressure tagging: @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @excuseme-greentea @yelenasbuddie @icecreampotluck @notnowtobey @hawkinsleather @disasterbuckdiaz and anyone who wants to do it of course! ✨

[bonniethebun]

Im liking the hang of this so i present you the boys+

Latinx! Yuu and new years agüeros .

You wonder, since this world has Magic, does the agüeros or Lucky charms you do for the new years be more effective ? Would the boys like to do some ?.

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It was almost winter break, people were just waiting for the semesters notes to finally pack and go back home for the season.

For you holiday season meant partying in the frontyard of your house with your family, this year however you were without a home to go Back to, but didnt lose your costums and invited the people you talked the most with, 18 people where kinda of a lot, but you made It clear you"ll cover dinner and a round of drinks, that they should bring some appetizers or desserts.

Even if It took you all morning you made dinner in time, and even had time to groom yourself a bit more, the mini party was going great

_ So what are you all doing for the holidays and new years ? Asked Kalim.

Some were excited, some weren't the pleased with the idea of spending the vacations with family

_ First we gotta pass the semester tho

_ Aw common Ace, dont make our Dorm look bad

_ Im not ! Im just saying the truth, not that i rather stay here than with the fam toasting frot the new year

_ you actually drink ?

_ obviously not ,but you know, It' a new years and its the tradition

_ that's a weird tradition_ replied jack

_ what do you mean weird ?

_ he means its the that its not traditional at sunset savannah_ butted in ruggie _ we normally have some festivals for the new season

You came back from the kitchen and the topic perked Up your interest, so you asked while serving plates with some help

_ you guys have agüeros ?

The question left the room silent

_ ague what

_ agüeros, special thingies for new year or festivities

_ like i said we have sum at home

_ queendom May note have, but the winter parade is pretty good _ commented Trey

_ Briar valley May not be as vivid but we do have our special day back home_ added Lilia

_ that most be nice, new year IS not that Big a deal undewater

_ quite to contrary for us, underworld takes It seriously

_ same for scalding sands !!!

seen you kept being interrupted you raised the voice a bit

_That's not what i meant, agüeros are more like Lucky charms for festivities, like holding a Horseshoe upside down for good luck

_ we get It potato, but seems like we dont have any

_ That's a shame, that's what i love most about winter season, some are fun.

_ fun ?

_ yeah, in my home theres a lot to manifiest things for your new Up coming year

_ tell me more Prefect _ plead Kalim

_ Well, theres this one, if you run around your block with a suitcase when the clock hits 12'clock in new years, you may travel Next year

_ that's sounds tots awesome, i might steal that one.

_ theres the jar one, Maybe the sands boys know It, you take a jar and fill It with rice, beans, other grains and top It with a strand of wheat and leave It at the dinner table so theres prosperity and abundance for the home

_ sorry, havent Heard of it

_ but It sounds fun ! We should try It jamil

_ ooh my mom always did the twelve grapes

_ twelve ? As in the months ?

_ Yep, you have to eat them minutes before midnight and make whishes

_ i dont get it

_ Do i have to baby explain It to you Ace ?

_ EXPLAIN YOUSELF BETTER.

_Its not that hard !! You have 12 grapes for 12 months, in new years before minutes before midnight, you eat a grape and make a wish until you finish them

_ does It work ?

_ i mean i dont like grapes, but it has worked for my mama

_ you sure do a lot for just a day

_ that's not half of It, my favorite its the underwear one

The explanation guided them to a groupal reaction, It was priceless, now you really caught them offguard

_ WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNDERWEAR, HUMAN !

_ Why would tha be your favorite ?!

_ Who would have said you were so weird herbívore

_ y"all better chill It, its a harmless costume, the tradition says in the day of new year, you wear a specific color of underwear to call for different Lucks, i think White for peace, red for romance and Green for friendship ? The only one in 100 sure is yellow undies are for getting Lucky with money. The other one, actually i think i have It done upstairs, be back in a minute. You left for a second

_ i"ll not tolerate bad table manners, clean your plates ! Im talking to you Trapolla

_ what do you mean me ??

You quickly came down running with a medium size doll, dressed in clothes that seamed like the Headmage's but torn apart ?

_ Prefect, that would'nt be ... Voodoo... is It ?

_ nono these is a Año viejo, or old year

_ then what does It do

_ you dress up a doll in old clothes, then burn It, along all the hardships of the year you had so you can start the new one fresh as a Lettuce. Normally It would be scarecrow sized but this small one works

_ Why the headmages clothes tho ?

_ im not answering that.

By the end of the night, they left with something learned, and something in mind.

¿ Which one should they do ?

Heartslabyul

Riddle: he is not the type to believe or make use of charms, even if he did he was at home, WITH HIS MOTHER, none the less he wantend to try the old year one, he really wanted to be better year by year, so he made AN excuse to do an errand when he sneaked off with Trey to burn a little doll, Even Chenya tagged on

Trey: The bakery is usually busy around holiday season, since they were easy, he put Up with his siblings the little jar and met Up with riddle

Cate: when he's home he's more close Up, even if since their older her sister's doesnt bother him as much he still has the habit of not doing ANYTHING to give them a reason to ridicule him. Still if he did, he would do the suitcase one

Deuce: since its just his mom and him the festivities are not that Big, but dor that same reason, this year he went and ran around the block with a suitcase, his wish Being able to have a nice vacation trip with his mother.

Ace: he tought about doing one, but he couldn't decide and his parents put him on dinner duty, ended up using red underwear, just in case

Savannahclaw

Leona: He doesnt have the time nor he cares about this charms, but the idea of simply burning away your bad experiences of the whole year had such a good ring to It he kinda consider it

Ruggie: after your explanation he carefully rectify his closet for yellow underwear, It would be a shame if It worked and he missed the chance. When he got home he took would he could, a left over of a bag of beans full fist of rice, and layer It in a cup, his granny asked him what was that and after he told her, she went for a little bit more of rice, they both really wished for abundance in their little home

Jack: He didnt really had much to choose from, he didnt want to burn something, his sibling can get hurt, grapes kinda felt bad for canines, so he opted for the suitcase one, when her little sister's an brother Saw him take off they ran after him, then they asked what was that about they whinned for not being told, both took a backpack and ran again.

Octavinille

Azul: even if the tried to be sneak, the twins Saw him leave to a trip for the mall and come back with a box from a cloth store, he really did went and bought the yellow boxers first thing

Jade & Floyd: Floyd wanted to do the old year one for the sole porpuse of burnin something bu they didnt allow him to, since Jade wanted to travel more he did the suitcase one, Floyd joined him and made It a race

Scarabia

Kalim & Jamil: being in the same House hold they had to accompany eachother.

Kalim told this fam and they kinda like the idea, the rooms were with vases filled with dry beans and stuff, and the al sims ordered grapes of every one. Namja was weirded by the subtle frown his brother had while eating the grapes as he made his 12 wishes

Pomefiore:

Vil & Rook: the day after the party, Rook gave the idea that both of them sid the grape one, knowing that was the only one he would do

Epel: first thing he did was told his grandma about the old year one, since he explain It a bit diffrently she like It and did the scarecrow as Big s they could

Ignihyde

Ortho & Idia: the younger one right a away did calculations to do every single one, a bit heart broken Idia told him that they might have to Settle down to at least 1, so they both picked the grape one.

Diasomnia

All of them:

Malleus wanted to do as many as he could but knowing It was a bit difficult, Sebek wasnt a fan of a human tradition buy Lilia still encorage him to pick some

they started by burning a small doll in a part of the Castle where no one would notice, they ate the grapes

all It took was Malleus making a comment about how he would like to to the suitcase one Cuz he also wished to be able to travel more, Next thing you ser see is Sebek running around for him

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Dont know if any latines would se this but i know my fellow latinas would get these one, kida should have done It before new years but better late than never

[thenasoneshots]

Classroom Shippers - Lestrade x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: None

Other Notes: You're a primary teacher in this

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"Miss (L/n), is he your boyfriend?"

I felt my face flare up at the question from the small girl. Maybe taking a load of 11-12 year olds on a school trip alone wasn't the best idea… I bent down away from the detective inspector to her level, "No… he's not. Now did you need something?"

"But you love him though, don't you?"

Again, my face went redder than I thought was possible as I responded, "Millie, my love life is none of your concert at the moment. Please just go and have fun while we're here."

"But there's like police guys everywhere! We can't do anything, that's what I came to tell you!"

I sighed, "Alright, can you go and get everyone to come back to the bus then? We'll go to the hotel for the afternoon then."

She nodded and ran off as I took a deep breath turning back to Greg, "I'm sorry about that, but this is what I get for taking them on a school trip all on my own."

"It's kind of cute to be honest. They're just looking out for you, you know, (Y/n). Want you to be happy and all."

I smiled, "I guess you're right, so… what happened here that you had to spoil our school trip?"

"Murder case. I just hope that Sherlock doesn't appear…" Greg responded, muttering the last statement, causing me to giggle, "You know Sherlock though, he will appear. I wish you luck for when he does. I should probably go and get those kids to the hotel," I replied, before saying my goodbyes and walking off outside where I saw the kids sitting on the bus, Millie waiting outside. I smiled and walked up, "Good job, Millie. Everyone here?"

She nodded, "Yep! So… are you sure that guy isn't your boyfriend?" I just shook my head and got on the bus, her following me as I talked to the driver about where the hotel was we were staying at.

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The last day we were in the centre of London for for the trip, again, somehow we managed to bump into Greg again.

"We meet again, (Y/n)."

I giggled, "Yeah. I guess we do. Another case?"

He nodded, "Yes, and unfortunately, that psychopath is already here."

I giggled, "I think you mean 'High Functioning Sociopath', Greg. You should listen to him though."

"I know, but he just makes Scotland Yard look like a bunch of idiots."

I giggled at his complaining but before I could say anything else, "Miss (L/n)!! When are we going home? Oh Hello again, Mr! Are you sure you're not Miss (L/n)'s boyfriend? This is the third day in a row we've seen you and her talking." My face flushed red and I hid behind the clipboard I had with the schedule written on as I composed myself, "Alright, We're going home now actually," I replied, checking the schedule, "To the bus!" The three boys smiled and took off, but before I could follow them, I felt a hand grab my wrist. As I turned around, Greg grabbed my upper arms and kissed me. I blinked and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

"Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?"

I flinched back at Millie's voice and cleared my throat "Well, I gu-"

"I am," Greg interrupted me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, leaning his head on my shoulder, "Now I guess I should let your teacher take you back."

Millie smirked and ran off as I turned around so I was now facing Greg, "Thanks for that. Now she's going to tell the whole class and I'll never hear the end of it."

He chuckled and pecked my lips, "They deserve to know that their teacher isn't single anymore. Plus otherwise they'll just get mad at you when your name changes."

I rolled my eyes and giggled, "Is this your way of proposing even though we literally just got together?"

"Well, we're childhood friends, we've known each other for so long, (Y/n), but no, not yet. Maybe in a few years."

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"Now, to conclude our final assembly of the school year, I'd like to pass over to our Year 7 teacher, Miss (L/n)."

I smiled and took a deep breath walking up to the small mic in the school hall as the headmistress patted me on the shoulder, "Good luck."

I nodded to her as a thanks before speaking into the microphone, "Hello to you all. Now those of you in year 9, might remember that school trip we had when you were in year 7, and how you kept asking me if the guy we kept running into was my boyfriend, well, when we come back in August, I won't be 'Miss (L/n)' to any of you anymore," this caused gasps and mutters of confusion to go around the hall, "as by that time that won't be my name. I am pleased to tell you all that I am getting married over the summer!"

There were many cheers throughout the school hall as I continued with one final point, "Oh, before I forget, Millie Williamson, please can you and your parents come and see me in my classroom after the assembly."

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"What did you want to talk to me about, Miss (L/n)?" Millie asked.

I smiled and bent down to her level the best I could, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Millie, how would you like to be the flower girl at my wedding?"

Her eyes widened and filled with joy, "Really?! You want me as part of the ceremony?!"

I nodded and she looked up to her parents a pleading look on her face. Her mother sighed, "Miss (L/n), may I ask why you want Millie to be your flower girl?"

"Well, to be honest, if it wasn't for her, then I wouldn't be getting married at all. It's thanks to her constant pestering two years ago that gave me the courage to confess my feelings to Greg, my now fiancé and I want her to be there as a thank you."

"I see."

"Please, Mum, Dad? Please can I do it?!" Millie asked again, causing both her parents to sigh, "Very well, what date is the wedding, Miss (L/n)?" I smiled widely and told them the date as Millie gave me a hug.

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I smiled, snuggling into Greg's side, the two of us sitting on the sofa in the house as I admired the shiny ring on my finger.

"How was today?"

My smile widened and I leaned up kissing him, "Absolutely perfect. I wouldn't have had it any other way."

"I love you, (Y/n). So much."

"I love you too, Greg. Both of you."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant," I whispered in his ear before snuggling into his side and going to sleep.

[feralmoonlight]

I'm having early morning feelings about building this pirate au as well as an almost normal au.

For pirates y/n would end up as a stowaway, possibly accidentally, and start with a not so warm welcome with the usual M/O being to just toss you overboard and wish you luck getting back to shore. Though two things, you're amusing enough to moon and the night crew that they hesitate (also they haven't actually managed to catch you yet, a slippery little shit and moon would lie I'd he said he wasn't having some fun tailing you through the rigging and across the deck) AND the fact that unlike finding you nearish to port still, they've gone a few dozen miles out to sea and a sorta fair bet you could swim back to dry land has turned into a watery death sentence. GRANTED Moon and Sun aren't above doing a murder, cutting someone down In battle is a little different than chucking someone possibly useful and not hostile over the railing. They do have a brig and another set of hands can be helpful. If you're gonna live to see the next port you're gonna work for your cruise vacation. Even harder if you wanna make the whole trip until they bring you back to your home. Though by the end of it would you really wanna go back?

Other AU is sorta more normal but more... Um... Well I'm being mean to the boy(s) and letting their protocol keep them trapped in an abandoned daycare for... X years. In a world where Fazbear Entertainment doesn't just have the pizzaplex but has smaller locations, some being just the restaurant and arcade, some being just a daycare, etc. Though the one in your small town, one you used to attend as one of it's little superstars, got shut down right as you were outgrowing it. Now you're (ambiguous age somewhere either late highschool or early college) and the building still stands, sort of, but rumors have been popping up of something still there. The hobos avoid it, the kids avoid it(still having most of its outdoor equipment set up) and the big Corp that own the land hasnt bothered to demolish the place, as condemned as it looks. There's a wall near the front that's threatening to topple and another window that looks like maybe a car ran through it once upon a time, but there's minimal graffiti, and honestly if you didn't know it had been dead for ages one would think it was this more recent damage that shut the place down. What's all this mean? What the heck,let's go check it out. Urban exploration is kinda cool,yeah? And you're pretty sure you remember most of the layout still last time you were there you were like 11 or 12 or something so your memory can't be that bad.... Oh. Uhm. Turns out the building wasn't the only thing left behind. Enjoy a totally feral/unhinged DCA where neither side of the coin is really safe to be around! Levels of unsafeness tbd~ gonna be a slow burn befriending with lots of ohshit moments!

Feel free to drop me asks about these any time! Im still throwing ideas for it around and organizing so actual writing may not happen for a bit but I'm excited to talk about them~

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 7: Words That Can't be Taken Back. (Alt prompt 12)

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars/Prequels

Summary: Anakin and Obi-wan get into an argument and Anakin says something he'll regret.

    "Sometimes I wish you were killed by Maul instead of Qui-gon! Maybe then I could have had a good teacher!" Anakin angrily yelled at his brother.

    Obi-wan just stood there, unsure of what to say. Words mustered after a moment, "me too." With that the man started walking away.

    "Obi-wan, wait! I didn't" Anakin started to follow after his brother, "I didn't mean."

    Rex walked into the room the two had been arguing in, "what's going on, general?"

    Anakin sighed and turned to face Rex, "I said something I should have. I didn't even mean it I'm just angry." He walked over to the commander, "should I follow him?"

    "Sir, I don't know General Kenobi well enough to know what he's gonna need. What did you say?"

    Anakin explained their argument and waited for Rex to reply. The clone had heard stories like this before. He knew good ways to handle angry words. "Does he have a place that he goes when he's upset?"

    "Yeah, the tree in the temple garden."

    "Then go there. Anakin, you really fucked up this time."

    "Yeah, I know that Rex" annoyance slipped through his voice and he turned to leave, "wish me luck."

    Rex didn't say anything. Obi-wan had every right to be upset. What Anakin said was unforgivable, no matter how angry he was.

    Anakin was right. Obi-wan sat at the stump of the old tree. Most of the time he would be meditating but this time he sat with his legs laid out and his back against the tree. The man was quietly talking to himself.

    "Obi-wan" Anakin started, "I'm sorry."

    "Thank you."

    "I'm glad you're here." The boy moved next to his master and sat down with him. "You've been a great master, a great brother. I know you're doing your best and that I can't always be an easy person to deal with. Thank you Obi-wan. I know that doesn't make what I said any better but I just needed you to know I didn't mean it."

   Obi-wan just stared at him. He'd never heard something like that from Anakin before. He sounded genuine and he understood that the knight didn't mean anything he'd said but words like that dig into a person's heart and stay like parasites, they cause deep wounds that can never be seen on the outside and scar all the same. Time was needed to heal any wound.

    "Thank you Anakin. Please be careful with your words, they can hurt. Make sure to never let anger drive you."

    "Got it. Now, what did you mean by 'me to'?"

    Now Obi-wan was left with his own words to deal with. "It's" he paused, "hard to be the one who survives sometimes."

    "I understand." The two talked for a little while before agreeing they would be okay.

    "Words can be weapons. They stab into hearts the same way knives can, they burn into people's skin and stay there. Reminders of the things that have been said can hurt just as much as physical injuries; sometimes worse. You must be careful with what you say." That's what Qui-gon used to say. Getting up to leave Obi-wan looked back at the tree. It looks like he still has parts of his teaching to instill in his padawan.

[bell-arina271]

Day 18 and 19 of Building Elsa’s Ice Palace

Yesterday I crashed for like 12 hours lol. I mean I had to stay up for like 28 hours for that to happen, but totally worth it, right?

(Hopefully that won’t happen again any time soon.)

I finally looked up vrbo and boy am I late to the party. I thought it was for regular rentals, not vacation homes. Oh well there goes that idea. I guess I can try advertising on craigslist.

Well I couldn’t do anything at work (personal projects-wise) because the internet kept going out, so a bit of a delay on my end. It gives me time to plan out my weekend.

I don’t remember if I mentioned that I considered getting another overnight gig or not, but I was thinking about getting a second job to overlap with my first one, since most of my night is pretty quiet. So on a whim I decided to apply for a tumblr customer support job lol let’s see if I hear back I wanna see what happens.

Once I got home I was finally free to get my butt in gear and get my business started! :D It’s actually not hard at all filing for an LLC and making your business legal and filed with the state. Only problem is for my particular state you need to pay to file for the paperwork. :/ Oh well, small cost in the long run.

Honestly getting zoom set up took longer. It was super annoyingly hard trying to get my calendar and mail connected and set up with it. The thing wouldn’t connect through google to let me sign in at first. But now it’s done, so people can sign in and schedule appointments. I tried to make a website, but I’ll have to set up my business bank account first so that I can process payments and start actually booking appointments (gotta at least have a place for the money to go, right?)

And honestly? I feel really good. I felt super productive and started getting things done left and right. Granted it was simple stuff but it still didn’t leave me feeling exhausted like it normally does. Maybe all that praying finally worked lol. Only issue is that for any website, app, or service etc. that I can find to help me book appointments or schedule things is still a paid service (which makes sense since this is for businesses) which means I can’t do anything until next week when my paycheck comes in. Looks like it will be split between down payment costs and business start ups. But hey, at least I can write these off for my taxes!

Checking craigslist there seems to be a few people renting and a couple people looking to rent, so that’s promising. I sent a couple emails out to people so I’ll wait to hear back from them. As long as I can find a tenant a couple weeks after closing, I’ll be golden.

Speaking of closing, my loan is now with the underwriters. Basically they're the final approval process for the loan. Everything should go smoothly, and I assume I'll hear back sometime next week.

Well I’d better eat and head to bed. There’s going to be a lot more involved in the business start up than I even realized, but what else is new, lol. Wish me luck in my new ventures!

[ashwhowrites]

heyyyy hope ur doing good. ik i very rarely come on here and it’s usually to ask advice but i need some on this new situation. so basically i’ve been talking to this guy and we have some classes together but he’s a very joking type of person and we have this fake mean typa vibe going on even though we are friends. we kinda started talking a couple of weeks ago and he’s said some things that are definitely flirty (like he saw me when he was coming out of another lecture and i hadn’t been in in a while due to sickness and he called my name and was all like “omg i actually missed you so much i just looked at ur empty seat in lit all week”) and over text too (like when i messaged him “hey fuckwit” (it’s how i flirt) and he responded w “hey babe” (IT MADE ME START KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW LIKE A FUCKING BOY OBSESSED TEEN GIRL)). the only thing is that i can’t 100% tell if he actually likes me like that or is just joking?? i mean he always talks to me when he sees me and he always asks me questions and talks ab stuff i say to his friends (they actually take everything so seriously though which kinda sucks bc i have a habit of saying “suck my strap on” bc so many dickheads had to ruin “suck my dick” w U dOnT hAvE a DiCk and they told half the fucking campus i have a strap on but ig it could be worse). he also says cute shit like this one time he was being annoying but like in his own hot way and i told him to suck my dick and he said “u don’t have a dick” so i said “eat my pussy then” and he literally shouted bc we were going in different directions “will u marry me” and i told him to get a ring and he said he would so now it’s like an inside joke us calling each other husband and wife and i said goodnight my annoying husband over text and he responded “love you too” WHICH WAS LIKE AJDJDJD. also one of my friends who is incredibly immature and has the vocabulary of a 12 yr old boy said “is this rizz you and __” when we were talking and he literally went bright fucking red and got even redder when he was like “ooh ur blushing ur going redd” . he also stares at me a lot?? and like notices everything like i can’t bring a different flask to lectures without him quizzing me on it. ig i’m just worried he doesn’t like me like that and he thinks it’s just a joke or something? i’m autistic so i’m rlly not good w tone and reading ppls intentions. anyway thanks for reading my rambling and apologies for how long this is

-🕷

Honestly, the only thing you can really do is talk to him about it.

He does seem interested from my end, but boys are tough. I'd definitely talk to him about it, maybe clear the air if he has any truth behind his jokes.

I wish you the best of luck

[theygotlost]

TWENTY. YEARS. OF RATCHET AND CLANK. LOOKS AT YOU WITH BLOODSHOT EYES. i really wish i had the foresight to draw something for the anniversary but it just didnt happen. i think i still will draw something but it will just be late and thats ok. anyway I would like to share MY experience with the series ❤

my first ever rac game was tools of destruction. my dad brought it home one day and i had no idea what it was, I dont think HE knew what it was, I have no idea why he bought it. we never had a ps2, only a ps3, so nobody in my family had ever played the og trilogy. I didnt even know there were earlier games in the series for several more years. idk exactly how old I was, maybe 8 or 9, so this was a few years after tod's release (2009-10??). I watched my dad play it, and I thought it was the most awesome shit ever. I rarely actually played it myself cause I was bad at video games but I had such a huge crush on ratchet i wanted him to be my catboy bf so bad (some things never change 😑....) but my little brother became OBSESSED with it and played it over and over and over. he was only like 6 so he couldnt even read and didnt know the actual title of the game so he just called it "THE ROBOT GAME". i remember being so fucking confused and pissed off by the ending LOL. we had quest for booty pretty shortly after that and played that a million times too. i dont even think i registered that it was a separate game from tod and tbh i still think of it as tod dlc.

next was the acit demo, which again we played a million times, until finally our parents got us the full game (again a few years after release so probably around 2011-12). I distinctly remember my brother and i thought qwarks line in the opening cutscene "space. its big. so big in fact, that if you lost your car keys in it, they would be almost impossible to find" was the funniest shit ever and we quoted it constantly.

(and when I say "we played", i mostly mean i watched my le epic gamer brother play while I pissed him off with my backseat driving the entire time. sometimes this ended in physical violence.)

then we got all4one, and i remember my brother and I begging our dad and a family friend to play it with us so we would have a full party. our friend was like "idk guys, this is kinda wacky and quirky 🤨". I always insisted on playing as ratchet cause he was my specialest little boy and my brother mained nefarious. he LOVED nefarious he would run around screaming ANNIHILATE HIM!!!!!!!!!!

our parents got my brother into the nexus for christmas 2013, but at that point i had kind of lost interest and didnt care so i didnt play it (or just watch him play it like i did most of the time). for the next several years I really didnt give the series much thought. I might have played some of tod or acit again, i dont remember, but it was just something I used to like as kid.

and then well. spring 2020. I think a lot of people returned to things from their childhood after the pandemic started because all that fear and uncertainty makes you want to return to a seemingly simpler and safer time, especially if you were living away from your family and had to suddenly move back in with them like i did. so during quarantine I replayed all the rac games we had just for kicks, and it reignited my passion for these games and reminded me just how special they were to me. i became so intensely obsessed with them (especially acit). MY HORRIBLE SON DEX WAS BORN. (dexo is 2 years old now awwwwwwwwww) and ciro lent me his copy of the og trilogy ps3 port and I played the original games for the first ever time. and as luck would have it, rift apart was announced at e3 during that same period. kind of insane to think about. there was no way I was gonna get a ps5 so I just watch other peoples playthroughs 1 million times. i still wanna play it so bad 😭

ratchet and clank isnt even a game series its like a brother to me. its everything. its so important. learn your herstory. for some reason I was under the impression for a long time that rac was a super mainstream series that everyone has played. that a playstation and a copy of acit was made free for all americans by the president. but unfortunately the fandom is so so small with barely any active members on tumblr. there was a HUGE surge in content last year cause of rift apart, but 90% of people quickly forgot about it and moved on. i am eternally grateful to my rac mutuals and followers that continue to post and talk about it. o7

[solesommerso]

This is just a post abt me dissecting Street for a moment

(This turned into me rambling about shit that happens to streets character so don’t feel obligated to read or anything)

~

Alright let’s start from the very beginning, back when he was in the house with his mom and dad. We learn from the flashback in season 1 that his father drank and his mother was the one to comfort Street after he got hurt.

I think that’s partly why it’s so important to him that he “saves” Karen, yeah yeah this is obvious, but I don’t think people account for how fast Street had to grow up and how that would affect things. He was 12 when his dad died, watched him bleed out, heard his mother beg him to lie to the cops and when he didn’t, he watched her get pulled away in handcuffs while Buck tried to distract him.

Then he was thrown into the foster system which we learn wasn’t easy for him from the Nate storyline, Street tells Deacon a story about how Nate taught him how to throw a punch (meaning he couldn’t even try to fight back with his dad) because other kids saw him as weak/scrawny so they picked on him. Then that foster mother died so Street got moved, there’s not a set number of times that Street states he got moved from house to house but I’m gonna guess it was quite a lot. As much as it sucks, there’s a lot of foster homes that don’t want a teenage boy with a history of getting beat up from other kids then eventually fighting back. It couldn’t have given him the best odds. So he just never had a place. Y’know a place for him.

We know from the episode where Buck tries to hurt himself that Karen doesn’t call on all of his birthdays and the only person that does is Buck. We honestly don’t ever hear about streets birthday other than that, and okay sure we don’t hear about most birthdays aside from Chris’s, but it makes me wonder if Buck still calls even after his attempt. It was obvious he was pretty checked out so he could’ve very well forgot, not that I’m putting any blame on Bucks character, I just wish we could see more of him and Streets relationship or at least how it affects Street.

When Street first joins the team Buck tells Hondo that he’s been trying “to help the kid” and “maybe you’ll have better luck” then we get the breakdown of Streets files about how he bounced from unit to unit in Long Beach and worked a lot of undercover. That honestly gives us so much.

He got moved from unit to unit, much like back when he was a child in the foster system. Just not finding where he fit and being more or less outcasted as reckless/impulsive.

I’m going to put in my own personal opinion that Street likes undercover so much because he doesn’t have to be himself. Yet he can also do everything on his own, undercover he doesn’t need to call people or work with a partner, it’s just him and some random identity. He gets put up in a hotel or a undercover apartment where he’s on his own, not even supposed to call the friends that he may have had in Long Beach.

Which brings me to his point, his friends/family that aren’t the team. There’s that tech savvy girl he’s been friends with for apparently a long time (she’s in the episode Hondo gets deepfaked) because they talk about how she was hacking/doing illegal shit on her computer until Street got her a job for the Long Beach police force that eventually fell through when the hiring requirements raised. And why would Street know that type of person in the first place?? Maybe it’s because he’s really tech savvy, which we see throughout all seasons, but I think it can lead to him more so being friends with “weird” people. It’s not a bad thing but it is different than how we see Hondo or Luca grow up. Street wasn’t the popular jock that they were.

Now the only other person I consider a good part of Streets life that isn’t the team, is Nate. My beloved Nate. He was Streets older brother, his protector in more ways than one. I am still upset that we never got to see flashbacks of the two of them as teens or at least had more screen time of Nate that wasn’t so ducking depressing. And oh my god Street finding him dead is so fucking important to Streets character.

He finds his brother shot in a bathtub then calls Hondo and tells him he’ll finish the case, for Nate. Which they end up doing with Nate’s help since he left things for Street before he died, but I never seem to forget what Street did when the bust didn’t work and Nate was dead. That drive he took, going to the bar Nate worked at and breaking a guys arm, for the second time, to get to the person responsible for Nate’s death, then driving to said person and admitting to Hondo that he was about to shoot that guy no mercy. But he didn’t. He talks about caring about the team and loving Molly as they’re still together at that point. He says his hands shook while he was undercover and the only reason it happened was because somebody brought up Molly.

he says he never gets shaky or breaks when undercover, he’s always been so good at it because he’s never had anything to lose, that now he has things to lose. It’s a great moment between Hondo and Street and one of my favorite scenes ever. But. I think that thought also scared Street shitless. Understandably, he’s quite literally been alone for his whole life, so, now having all these people around that he loves can be terrifying.

(Ik this is all to be for character development and it is but still, let me talk abt it )

Street doesn’t really grieve Nate in a way that’s showed a lot. He compartmentalizes which is specifically stated in season three (during bucks attempt episode) which fits his character very well. I can see it so throughly for him, he had to grow up too fast to deal with the things his father did, he was moving around and trying to be a teenager to deal with the bullying he got out through, he was always undercover or again moving to put any time into himself when he was a new cop, Swat was new and he was trying to prove himself so bad that he didn’t care about anything but that, then Nate dies and he can’t deal with it because there’s work and Buck needs help and he has to fix things with Molly and Chris is being weird and— basically the man never catches a break or gets to grieve.

When Karen dies Streets reaction always gets mixed reviews from what I’ve seen. Some are upset that he doesn’t care and that he kinda blows up in Chris’s face when she goes to check on him. Others think it fits and they wouldn’t change any of it. I am one of those people. Karen was manipulative/abusive/a bad mother, no matter how much time and effort Street put into trying to help her it never worked or even made a dent. He also didn’t want to even see her before she died, Molly was the one who convinced him to see her, which lead to the surgery he got for her, then her being in the hospital and dying anyways. It just felt like Street was doing the surgery against his will. He was very much content not speaking or seeing Karen before Molly answered that phone call.

Karen dies and Street already knows when Hicks calls him in, it fits his character, he’s expecting the worst with his mother which really drills in how bad her abuse is, Street goes back to work directly after finding out Karen’s dead. He doesn’t even know what to do for a funeral because Karen had nobody and they never talked about that type of stuff. Sure the team all out in effort to help him and go to the small funeral he did plan but like- can you imagine how awkward that must’ve been- nobody on the team liked Karen all for good reason but still, then you have Street who’s torn down the middle, on one hand she was a what he considered a good mother at some point and loved him, on the other she used him til the day she died. That funeral had to have been absolutely hell for everyone involved.

Okay switching gears back to when Street was growing up. We established he grew up quickly but I think he more or less raised himself. He was a loner to an extent and did most things for himself even when his parents were around. I can’t imagine Eddie was ever much help then Karen was most likely caught up in the drama with Eddie, that leaves a little kid Street to fend for himself. Then do the exact same when he’s out in a group home with kids who don’t like him and he doesn’t know anyone or trust anyone. He got to make do on his own.

You can see it in season one. The first damn episode has him running into a dangerous situation on his own without even a thought about the team. Why would he call them? He’s use to things on his own. It comes up so many times and I know it’s been 5 seasons but damnit I wish they brought it up again. It kind of stops after season 3 but also so does a lot of other things, Ahem the talks we use to get with Hondo and street are serverly lacking in season 4 and 5.

For fucks sake Street gets held on a hijacked plane in season 5, he has a gun to his head and gets a stun gun to the ribs and we get nothing. No comfort. More people were talking about how bad they felt for Chris because he was talking to some flight attendant. Mother fuckers he was taken Hostage. He’s just hyped up on adrenaline and avoiding the whole problem at hand. But even after everything, we get no scenes of anyone talking about. Chris was flipping her shit with worry and you’re telling me she didn’t at least ask if he was okay?? That she was that petty over some random girl?? No way. No. And if she was then Wtf.

(Aside from how much that episode annoys me) my point is that street never gets the comfort he deserves or even a little bit of it. When Chris leaves we get these heart-to-heart scenes with every single character but Street. “Oh they’re dating blah blah” don’t care, that’s the last episode the character is in and we get nothing because they’re gonna have an off screen relationship?? Bullshit. Bs. Oh and the stupid thing at the end where Chris gives everyone on the team something that reminds her of them but then street gets a “he has me” no. They could’ve made that so much more loving and sentimental. They built that relationship up for 5 seasons then destroyed it in season 5.

(This has just been a stupid rant that got off the original train of thought I was following but if you read it all, thank you)

[sailorwritesstuff]

Bruno leaving his pregnant S/o behind.

+ a little bit of Mirabel fluff.

Okay so you guys found out you were pregnant not by taking like a pregnancy test or anything but the family is getting ready for breakfast and you are the last two come downstairs and 12-year-old Dolores goes "does anyone hear that?"

of course everyone's confused bc nobody knows what she's talking about and then she keeps talking

"Dolores what are you talking about?" and Dolores frowns and looks at Pepa "mamá It's an extra heartbeat It's so quiet." She took her head while pepa and Felix Just look at her puzzled.

You finally come downstairs to join everybody and little Dolores grabs your wrist and tugs you towards her.

And then she places her ear on your still flat tummy.

"its coming from you."

everyone else at the table is like freaking out except for The youngest three who are literally 4,5, and 9.

Bruno, who's frozen in his chair staring at Dolores like she grew an extra head

And you. who just came downstairs has no idea what Dolores is talking about. You laugh nervously at her and part her head. "what are you talking about, amor?"

"there's an extra heartbeat in you" you make eye contact with Bruno (and he blushes because he's Bruno)

"Oh-"

Julieta insist on a party because honestly no one really thought Bruno was going to have kids.

It's relatively small due to Not a lot of people in town liking him but everyone's really too happy to care.

for a few months everything was perfect every morning when he would wake up he would kiss your stomach and mutter "te amo pequeña mariposa" when he thought you were still sleeping.

he didn't let you do too much due to being paranoid. and anytime the two of you went anywhere he threw salt over his shoulder before entering the room.

seriously tho where does he keep the salt??

The only place he's not allowed to throw salt is in Julieta's the kitchen. his sister will smack him in the back of the head with the wooden spoon "suficiente con la sal!!"

he's constantly making sure you've eaten. and he insist that you wear one of his ponchos everywhere. "What if you get cold, Mi Girasol? or worse you catch a cold."

"you worry to much, miedoso." (scaredy cat)

he insist you wear socks to bed even if they're uncomfortable.

despite that he'll cuddle up with you and throw his arms around your body to hold you close at night.

he'll tell you both good night and sweet dreams.

The two of you discussed names and decided if you had a boy you would name him after Bruno's father Pedro with Alma's permission of course. And if she said no your backup option was Mateo.

and if it was a girl, Which Bruno seemed so sure it was, he decided Aurora, You didn't know where he got it from at all

but it means Dawn Which was the time of day he realized "oh shit I'm in love with them"

Him and Mirabel are so cute together

they both talk to the baby. Not the cute baby talk but they have genuine conversations with this baby. sometimes a kind of feels like you're interrupting.

One time in particular you went to take a nap on the couch and you wake up to Mirabel laying along your legs Her cheeks pressed against her now showing Belly and He finger laying next to your belly button just talking. " 'nd so Luisa said I couldn't beat her in a race and I said of course I can! so we raced and i lost." she huffed. "But I'll show her in a few weeks I'm going to get a really awesome gift. Maybe it'll be super speed. I wonder what kind of gift you'll get, Mariposa."

when you turn your head to the side there is you husband sitting next to the couch head pressed into the sofa arm drooling just a bit.

and then everything went wrong.

those few weeks did pass and Alma asked Bruno to look into Mira's future.

when you asked him how it went he got dodgy and didn't answer. Which was weird because He might have been anxious about things but he always made an effort to talk to you about it.

"everything is fine i promise." And he smiled at you. And you believed him. "go wish Mira good luck for me? I'll be down in just a minute."

And then the gifting ceremony happened and you watched as Mira touch the candle with both her little hands and wipe her nervousness on The top of her dress before reaching out to touch the door handle.

You couldn't really focus because your husband was nowhere to be seen

And when you finally refocused on your niece there was no door. and the crowd was silent.

and Mira looked confused to her Abuela, then to her mamá, and then to you.

when things finally settled down And all the flowers have been put away and all The townspeople had gone home you wonder back up to Bruno's Tower.

"Miedoso? Mi Amor? are you alright you didn't watch Mira's gifting-..."

but the room is empty.

You turn on your feet to go and ask anyone else if they had seen him.

"He isn't in his room? He said he was going to lay down a bit just earlier."

But he couldn't have. He said he'd be down in a minute and he never came. your brain insisted if he wasn't feeling well he would have told you.

and so the family searched for a bit. No luck.

and in the morning Felix and Luisa searched again.

Dolores avoided you like the plague. and Mirabel clung to you more than ever.

that night for the first time the baby kicked.

and he wasn't there.

of course what you didn't know is he kept an eye on you. through little cracks in the wall

he listens to you when you talk at dinner and sat in the walls when you sang to his little mariposa

So far but so out of reach.

He would leave little gifts around for you to find. And you just thought it was Casita being nice.

I mean it was a magic house

You give birth with Julieta in the room holding your hand.

You had a daughter. Aurora.

Aurora Mariposa Madrigal you were just a little happier

but Bruno cried for days because he couldn't be there.

he watched in silent distress as you moved out of your room. and the door was boarded shut.

He listened as his name became a taboo subject.

But you told Aurora stories about him. the REAL him.

when he came back he was so awkward and in serious need of a shower and maybe a new poncho.

The three of you hugged and he tells you "i missed you amor."

And he looks at your daughter and says "You've gotten so big mariposa."