#this is BEFORE i go to eat the food my uncle made for the record . LOL-

[starkwlkr]

Hey just read your one shot about Ruby’s birth and it was so beautiful ❤️ I can request one more with any of ruby’s firsts like her first word or first time walking?

firsts | charles leclerc

am i getting emotional about writing ruby’s firsts because i’m attached to her now and love her as if she was my own child even though she’s fictional? yes <3

mentions of charles’ father

i also have another request on ruby’s first day of school so i’m going to do it separately since i have two more similar requests that i want to add to it

first steps

It was a Friday night and Charles wanted to take Y/n out for dinner. They hadn’t been on a date in so long considering their nights now consisted of taking care of their daughter and sleeping whenever they could. They loved their daughter more than anything, but a night out was very much needed. When Arthur heard that his brother needed a babysitter, he was the first volunteer. He loves spending time with the little baby girl even if she didn’t do much.

“Thank you Arthur, you’re a lifesaver.” Y/n hugged the youngest Leclerc as she waited by the door for Charles. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge, I think there’s some leftover pasta that Charles made.”

“Thanks, and don’t worry about Ruby. Her and I are going to have a fun time together.”

After Charles and Y/n had left, Ruby had woken up from her nap. Arthur ran to her room and picked her up, whispering calming words to her. It seemed to work since she had stopped crying.

“Let’s go see what your mama made you for dinner.” Arthur walked to the kitchen with Ruby in his arms. He opened the refrigerator door and saw a pink plastic lunchbox that definitely belonged to Ruby. He grabbed it and set it on the table. He then grabbed Ruby’s high chair, positioned it next to the table and put her in. Ruby smiled at Arthur once he set her down.

Arthur laughed at her. Arthur thought she was going to start crying since she had just woken up and was very hungry but she waited patiently for him to give her the food.

“Look, Ruby, I think papa made you pasta and mama made sure you eat your fruits.” Arthur showed the girl the lunchbox. Ruby immediately grabbed a piece of cut up strawberry and handed one to Arthur. “Thank you, Ruby.” Arthur smiled and happily grabbed the piece of fruit.

After dinner, the uncle and niece started watching a disney movie on the tv. It was during that time that Ruby decided she wanted to try out walking on her own.

But Arthur wasn’t sure if she had even tried before with Y/n or Charles so he held onto her hands while she put one foot in front of the other. She looked up at Arthur then back down at her feet.

“You’re doing great, mon chéri.” Arthur smiled at his niece. Then Ruby sat down on an floor, a bit tired from trying to walk. “You did so good!” Arthur placed a kiss on Ruby’s head.

Then Arthur had an idea. He took his phone out and positioned against the wall. The phone started recording. As Arthur adjusted the phone to his liking, behind him, Ruby had gotten up and was now trying to balance herself on her two feet. Arthur finally turned around and gasped when he saw Ruby standing on her own.

“Come on, Ruby, you can do it.” He encouraged the girl to walk towards him. He was glad he had set up his phone to record.

Ruby began to giggle at her uncle and slowly started walking towards him. Arthur was close to tearing up. He felt happy for his niece, but he also felt guilty since this was supposed to be a moment his brother was supposed to witness first not him.

When Ruby made it to her uncle, he scooped her up and gave her kisses all over her face. “You did it!” She laughed at his actions.

When Charles and Y/n saw the video, they didn’t feel mad that they weren’t the ones to see Ruby take her first steps, they felt happy that at least Arthur was there to capture the moment.

If someone were to ask Arthur was his greatest moment was, being the only one present to see Ruby take her first steps will always be on the top of his list.

first word

“Mama! Mama! Come on Ruby, it’s an easy word.” Y/n said to the baby who layed on the unmade bed of her parents. It was a Saturday morning and neither Y/n or Charles felt like getting up early so they decided to have a day in. While Charles was in the kitchen making a late breakfast for them, Y/n took the opportunity to teach Ruby to talk.

“Mama, mama!” Y/n spoke to the baby. Ruby only laughed at her mother and continued to stare at her as if she had just told the funniest joke ever.

“Maybe she likes the word papa better.” Charles walked in with a serving tray. He carefully set it on the bed. As Y/n started to eat, Charles took Ruby in his arms and pressed kisses on her cheek. “Right, my beautiful girl? You want your first word to be papa. Can you say papa?” He said.

“She might not even say mama or papa. What if she says some random word like door or toast.” Y/n said as she ate her piece of toast.

“No, she’s going to say papa.” Charles nodded.

“You seem so confident.”

“Pierre said that babies usually say mama first and I want to prove him wrong.” Charles said. “But of course there’s nothing wrong with her saying mama first. Whatever Ruby wants.” He immediately added.

“Whatever Ruby wants. I’m sure you’ll keep that in mind when she has you running around the store with a cart full of toys.”

Charles chuckled. “It won’t be that bad, right?”

Y/n hummed as she grabbed her juice and drank it. Charles then walked around the bedroom and pointed at every photograph they had hanging or on their night stand. “That’s your uncle Arthur and me. I’m the cute one, the other one is Arthur.” Charles pointed at the framed picture of him and his brother when they were younger.

Then he got to a photo of him and his father. Charles always talked to Ruby about Hervé. He would tell her stories about him even if she was still to young to remember. “This is my papa. He loves you just as much as I do.” He spoke softly to his daughter.

Ruby saw the picture of Hervé and pointed at the older man. “Papa.” She said slowly.

Charles nodded and smiled proudly at his daughter. “Yes, that’s right. Papa.” He pressed multiple kisses on the side of her head. From the bed, Y/n watched Charles have his moment with Ruby and the framed picture of Hervé. While Y/n wanted Ruby to say mama, she was glad that her daughter chose papa to be her first word.

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #baby leclerc series

[gnc-valentine]

The older brothers with child reader

AN: I’ve never once posted something like this so bear with me. I made this for a friend of mine who is silly goofy. This is platonic obviously. This only has the older bros but I’ll eventually make hcs for all the characters genuinely I promise please. Reader is Gender neutral. Also She/He levi in this :3

Lucifer:

• you are 1 more added to the 7 how good for you !! But not really !

• nah it’s fine tho really. Just as long as you don’t start/get in much trouble you’ll probably be fine. Oh you’re a kid being raised by a bunch of demons? Nvm then alright.

• genuinely moving on though, I’d say Lucifer would be one of those dads that would show up to whatever sporting event you may do, and just stand arms crossed with like a whole other row of dads watching the game intensely. Not even saying anything except for maybe the occasional jab at the other team and or referee.

• certified shaky camera holder. I don’t care what you wanna say. This man CANNOT record shit steady (me too fr). Might also forget the camera is still on and would just walk around with it in his pocket recording everything. He Denies it ever happened but it definitely did.

• in the anime, there was an episode where Lucifer and some of the brothers went on a camping trip. Working off of this, he definitely wakes you up at 6 in the damn morning just to fish for 3 hours then asks if you wanna hike after you’ve been sitting in a chair or standing for a while and your limbs are all tired. He definitely has one of those back packs that has like a packet for water with a straw coming out of the bag and will drink out of that instead of stopping to drink out of a water bottle for 30 seconds.

• THIS MAN IS INSUFFERABLE WITH BOARD AND CARD GAMES. HE WILL NOT GO EASY ON YOU NO MATTER HOW YOUNG YOU ARE. Oh you wanna win in Uno and you’re 7? TOO DAMN BAD.

• he probably makes the best grilled cheese known to man and if you ask really nicely, he’ll even wake up in the middle of the night to make it for you :3

Mammon:

• oh my fucking god. He is so uncle core you don’t understand. Tacky fashion? Check. Nearly the same if not more energy than the kid? Check. A car to blast music in on the way to get some junk food? Definitely check.

• he has a pool table in his room. I don’t know what else to say. You two probably against each other if by yourselves. He probably purposely shoots for the 8 ball to knock it in and lose if you’re feeling or looking too sad about being behind or losing. He’s cool like that. He plays it off like he didn’t purposely do it. what a good ball. If y’all play against like let’s say beel and belphie or something similar? Y’all are unstoppable 100%. Diavolo and Lucifer? Lucifer would try to win genuinely but diavolo makes trash shots on purpose cause he likes seeing you happy :3

• you two constantly jump to touch door frames or various other stuff near the ceiling. If you’re to short he’ll tease you and kinda brag about being tall but then you bite his knee or something and y’all start a full rough housing session that has Lucifer yelling from across the house telling y’all to calm the hell down before he finishes the fight himself no matter who started it.

• if you’re eating candy in his car or something like he’ll do that dad arm thing where he reaches behind the chair asking for some. He probably calls it the uncle tax or something but yeah

• you play poker with him. Not like real money poker, but poker nonetheless. Y’all are betting fucking candy probably. Stuffed animals too maybe if it gets intense. Again, if he sees you sad about losing most of your candy, he’ll purposely lose so you’ll be happy. He’s just so real like that

Levi:

• he’s definitely the family member that shows you games and movies that he obsesses over, that eventually you yourself obsess over (speaking from experience cough cough)

• if you like the things she likes? Oh boy. You are gonna have the best Halloween costumes of all time I’ll say that much. Hand made too.

• she definitely will watch kids shows with you and like try to get as much into them as you are. Gravity falls? She will go as mable/dipper with you for Halloween or a convention. Adventure time? He will watch any and every piece of media regarding it and will try to have lore convos about it with you. Pokémon? Bold of you to assume she doesn’t already like it you idiot (her fav Pokémon is milotic :3).

• if you suck at games she’ll try to help you but like if it’s a game he is super serious about and you wanna play he’ll probably just give you a fake controller or like let’s you play a mini game exclusively sorry.

• Mario party is always fun with her, you, belphie, and probably beel or mammon. He refuses to steal your star or coins or just do bad things to your character on the board. On the mini games however… she’s destroying you/hj. Mario cart is just as intense if not more intense. She will get a tad bit salty if you somehow get 1st place against her but she’ll be proud at the same time so it evens out.

End X3

Hope you enjoyed and I hope I make another part lol !

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me teen mc #obey me teen! mc #obey me child mc #obey me child!mc #platonic Lucifer #platonic mammon #platonic Levi #platonic leviathan #omswd #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me Levi #obey me leviathan #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb

[dreamstate4you]

A journey of revenge

-> 1k words

-> Mizu x male reader

The romance is there... If you squint very hard.

Mizu and Ringo were on their way to Edo. Why? simple Alijah was heading there with his army to kill the shogun and Mizu would be there to kill Alijah.

The plan was simple. The journey wouldn't be too long,but mizu wanted to see someone in a familiar shop that was along their path.

Mr Shoto's shop. He secretly sold explosives illegally to try and rise funds for himself and his twin boys ,but on the outside he was a rundown shop that sold food to anyone willing to eat there.

Mizu and Ringo stood outside the shop. Ringo's curious nature getting the better of him as he started to ask "what are we doing here, Master?" he asked innocently.

Mizu answered him with silence. "stay here Ringo, I'll be back." and just like that mizu left Ringo outside and stepped inside the rundown wodden shop.

It was empty. It made sense considering this was a food shop in the middle of the forest. Behind the counter was a man. He was behind the counter. Looking down at his book records.

He looked up at the sound of the wooden door closing. Before he could say anything. One of the twins run from behind the counter to mizu.

"uncle mizu!" he said so enthusiasticly. His other younger twin shyly following behind him "hello, uncle mizu." he said less enthusiasticly.

Mizu couldn't help but smile at the younger kids that came to embrace him.

She had often bought most of her explosive or any illegals the owner had. Not only because she needed them, but she wanted to help raise funds for the owner and his kids.

"There's my favorite customer." the owner said from behind the counter, Leaning on his side. The boys giggled cheerfully and run off to wherever ever they were going of to play.

"Nagi." mizu said with a small smile. Mizu and Nagi had an interesting history together.

Nagi was a young father, his wife was killed by samurais which lead to him hating Samurai's with his life. He swore to kill the one who took away the mother of his kids. Nagi soon wondered off and found swordfathers home, a sword maker where many Sumurai's come. It seemed like the God were smiling down on him, he hoped to catch and punish the one who wronged him.

Nagi watched from the shadows like a hawk. He watched the Sumurai's enter and leave, he watched the old blind man make swords for these evil, cruel man.

But... There was a child. Nagi noticed a small child that was following around the blind man. He looked small, thin, maybe 7 years younger than him.

At first he thought the blind man had bought the young child as a slave.

Nagi acted without thinking. When he saw the young child alone outside, gathering wood he rushed out from the shadows and tackled them to the ground, covering the child's mouth with their hand so they wouldn't attract the old man's attention.

The two tossed and turned until mizu bite Nagi's hand. "ouch! I'm trying to save you here." magi exclaimed as he slowly backed away from the child, who was still standing alarmed.

"I don't need saving." mizu took a stance that she had always observed from the Samurai's that always came here.

"what do you mean you don't need saving." Nagi said frustrated. "you're a slave for that man... Aren't you?"

"no."

Oh

"he takes care of me."

Nagi stood there like a fool trying to process what mizu said. Eventually Nagi left, but the two had bumped into each other from time to time.

Nagi's frustration and hate to the samurais was slowly being extinguished, the flames were started to yield and Nagi was finding peace, all because of mizu.

Mizu wanted to be a samurai, Nagi couldn't possibly think of killing any samurais after seeing this short little boy try so hard to weild a stick that clearly held more strength than him.

And so the two grew, Nagi opened up a restaurant, a face of what he really sold. He was never proud, but he needed a way to provide for his family, his boys.

Maybe if he saved enough he would move countires, flee and start a new life away from any deadly swords.

"so did you finally kill those white man?" Nagi brought mizu's attention back to Reality.

"no." mizu moved and took a set, Nagi following after her. "I'm going to kill one of them soon."

"Then what are you doing here?" he questioned the samurai.

Mizu placed a heavy pouche of money, filled with gold coins that could be used wherever in the world, on the table. "I came to give you money."

Nagi seemed confused at first.

"use this money to get away, far from Here, far from Japan. You... You and your kids can finally have a happy life." mizu said, her voice slightly slipping with emotions as she spoke.

"mizu." Nagi said her name breathlessly. "thank you." He accepted the pouche. This money would be more than enough. The samurai stood up from her seat, ready to leave.

Nagi reached out trying to say something. "Mizu, wait I-", but before he could say anything the twins rushed back into the shop. Giggling to each other as the proudly stood next to mizu. The oldest held out something, it was a miniature katana, made from sticks and tied together with leaves.

"we wanted to give you this, Uncle mizu." the twin said proudly. Mizu held the miniature sword in her hands, looking at it and looking back at the kids.

This warmed her cold, frozen heart.

She smiled. A genuine smile, a Rare smile, a smile like a proud mother.

She bended down and hugged bother the boys, embracing the young kids she grew to adore. "thank you, boys."

Mizu stood up and looked back at their father "you were saying."

"... Be careful." Nagi said, almost above a whisper.

Mizu noded at him before making her way outside, she was on her journey to Edo, a journey of revenge.

#x reader #x male reader #mizu blue eye samurai #Mizu x male reader #mizu x reader #blue eyed samurai #Mizu x single father reader #mizu x you #Fluff #Almost confessed #Adorable kids #Blue eyed samurai x reader #blue eye samurai #Blue eye samurai x reader

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 13

Just me leaving you dangling a little on “Royal Pain” (I have it written, I’m just posting this first).

Steve finally gets to apologize for the things he said to Eddie twenty years and Eddie gets to apologize for thinking badly about him all these years,

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 

***

Steve chose a nice little Italian bistro for his lunch choice.

Eddie looked around appreciatively. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here before.”

“It’s great,” Steve said. “I love it.”

Eddie could barely hear the mild hum of activity around them. It was soft pleasant sound. “The food or the ambiance?”

Steve chuckled. “A bit of both, I suppose. I just never really thought about noise level before as a reason for liking the place.”

Eddie smiled widely. “Uncle Wayne would love it.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I haven’t asked how your uncle is. But seriously, how is he doing?”

“Good, good,” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Absolutely hating retirement.”

Steve laughed. “Color me not surprised. He must be going completely stir crazy.”

“He’s a stubborn old man,” Eddie said. “I had to move out here to keep a closer eye on him.”

“I did wonder why out of all the places to move out of LA to you picked Indiana,” he said and then thanked their waiter when their food was placed in front of them.

Eddie picked up his fork and twirled it a bit. “How did you know I moved to get out of LA?”

Steve squirmed in his seat as the atmosphere turned awkward. He shrugged. “I didn’t really, but that’s what I would have done if whackjobs from the media were making shit up about Edie.”

Eddie’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Thanks, man. Shit, I almost forgot all the things they made up about not just Harri, but me too.”

“I’m not one for gossip anything,” Steve said, “former mean girl aside. But even I was hearing things. And not from mutual acquaintances, either. Dustin and Nancy would never talk shit about you.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah and for the record?” Steve nodded back. “None of the shit they were saying was true. Like not even a little bit.”

Steve frowned. “Usually there’s some kernel or nugget under all the lies, but none of it?”

He shook his head. “Harri wasn’t on drugs, he didn’t hit anyone, much less kill them for fuck’s sake. No, it wasn’t me behind the wheel and Harri took the fall for me, because he didn’t have a license to lose. No, there weren’t orgies that made Harri act out and turn to drugs and alcohol to cope. And no I didn’t buy him a get out of jail free card, because I didn’t call the cops to begin with.”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah. I still don’t trust cops, even with Hopper having been one. In fact, Hop quit the following year because that asshole Powell kept trying to dig up proof that you had killed Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. He was so fucking sure that the government was covering it up for some reason.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Steve shook his head and took a bit of food. “I wish I was, Eds. I actually used some of my parents influence to get him fired after Hop quit. I did not want that man anywhere near authority of any kind.”

Eddie blinked. “Oh. Thank you.”

Steve smiled. “You’re welcome. Now, eat. Your food is going to get cold.”

They ate mostly in silence, but the awkwardness had gone, replaced by something warmer, softer even.

Steve looked up at Eddie through his lashes and smiled fondly. “I never did apologize for being an ass before you left. I did think we were friends, I was just so scared after everything, that I was paralyzed with fear.”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped. “I know. I shouldn’t have pushed. That wasn’t fair to you.” He put his elbows on the table and tucked his hands under his chin. “I wanted to get out of town so badly and was given an opportunity of a life time, but I didn’t stop think what four fucking years of dealing with the Upside Down shit might do to you.”

He reached out and took Steve’s right hand and smiled at the ring there. “I’m glad you kept this, though.”

Steve blushed. “It’s kinda hard to return something if you don’t know where to return it to.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You mean that, you going to return it? When?”

Steve gently took his hand back. “Twice actually. But both times were shit timing so it never happened.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Funerals are no place for love declarations,” Steve said with a wince. “The first time, Jeff had actually warned me off returning it to you then. Said you were happy with your partner. I didn’t want to get in the middle of something that made you so happy.” He pushed his plate away, half finished. “So when Addison had such strong Braxton Hicks contractions that weekend it felt like a sign, you know? That it wasn’t the time for us.”

Eddie’s blood boiled. He knew that Addison had faked them, but Steve didn’t. He also knew that telling Steve would only serve to make him more upset. “What were you going to say? We were both in relationships at the time.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know, Eds. I honestly don’t think I had a plan. I just knew that I did return your feelings and felt like you should know that. Just roll the dice and see what came up, you know?”

Eddie chuckled. “And here I thought you weren’t a fan of D&D. Because that was a perfect metaphor.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’m glad you thought so. I personally thought it got away from me, if I’m honest.”

The silence seemed to stretch out between them again.

“You were going to come to Jay’s funeral?” Eddie breathed. That didn’t seem right. As far as anyone knew, Steve just vanished for a couple of months.

Steve nodded. “Again, I wasn’t in a good place. My last partner cheated on me and I spiraled.” He threw his hand out. “You know, I know both Edie and Dustin told you.”

“That was around the time Jay passed away?” Eddie asked, confusion furrowing his brows. He had assumed that this more recent. But if it was around the time Steve had vanished, things were starting to make more sense.

Steve played with glass of water, pushing it back and forth with his thumb nail, looking down at the table. He nodded. “It’s why Edie gets so worried about me sometimes. She thinks it’s going to happen again.”

“Steve...” Eddie didn’t know what to say. Every time he thought his life since Hawkins had been hard, Steve just turned around and dropped fucking bombshells like they didn’t mean a god damned thing. “You shouldn’t have had to go through all that, plus the Upside Down. Have you talked to El about maybe being cursed, because fucking shit, dude.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Only about a dozen times. She assures me curses aren’t a thing.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Eddie said. “I’ve been an ass thinking that all this time you were this stuck up dude who had outgrown me and that everything was sunshine and rainbows for you.”

Steve’s bottom lip quivered. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re back in Indy, Eddie. I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you were back in my life.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “Back ‘atcha, big boy!”

Steve laughed.

*

When Edie came home from school she threw her backpack at the wall of the kitchen island and slumped into one of the barstools dejectedly.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said as he walked into the kitchen. “I’m sensing a storm brewing. You want to talk about it?”

“Lauren.”

Ah. Yeah, that said fathoms.

Steve pulled out the good chocolate and pushed it her direction. She sighed, but picked it up to start munching.

“What’s she done time, Miss Thing?” Steve asked, leaning on the counter.

“She told the art teacher that I traced our most recent project.” Edie buried her head in her hands. “I knew we weren’t friends anymore, but I didn’t think she would stoop so low.”

He came around the island and put his arms around her. “Mr Pearson didn’t believe her, did he?”

Edie nodded. “I can’t put it in the art show now.”

That made Steve angrier than anything. Edie had been looking forward to that art show for weeks. “I’ll talk to the principal and see if we can’t get resolved, okay?”

Edie nodded. “I don’t hold out for much hope, but it was nice of you to offer to go to bat for me.”

Steve grinned. “Now there’s a thought...I wonder if I still have it.” He wandered off and she looked after him with her head tilted in confusion.

When Steve came back, the confusion only deepened. Because in her dad’s hand was an old wooden bat with nails driven into like some makeshift medieval mace, stained with what, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had to pull out Hel,” he said with a grin. “But I think this should be sufficient in convincing Mr Pearson to change his mind. Don’t you think?”

She slid off the barstool and walked softly toward him. She reached out her hand to touch it, but stopped short. “Where did you get that?”

Steve grinned. “This baby has seen a lot of monsters in its time.” He cocked his head with a smirk. “Including a pack of feral dogs.”

Edie eyed him skeptically. “You beat down a pack of feral dogs with just this?”

Steve grinned. “Sure did.” He liked the feral dog cover story because demodogs were pretty much that and he could tell people about them.

“How come you’ve never said anything before now?” Edie asked, gingerly taking the bat from him.

Steve shrugged. “It wasn’t a story for little kids and then when you got old enough, I just forgot about it.”

She eyed him warily. “And was Mr Munson involved in the feral dog incident?”

Steve laughed. “No, thank god. But he was around for the feral bats, though.”

Edie stared at him in shock. “The what now?”

“I didn’t have Hel with me on that one,” he confessed. “Used my teeth and limbs while Eddie and Aunts Robin and Nancy fended them off with boat oars.”

“Teeth?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Steve grimaced. “It tasted nasty.” He cocked his head to the side. “What do you want for dinner?”

Edie raised an eyebrow. “How can you think about food after talking about fending off rampaging bats with your teeth?”

Steve laughed. “I was thinking something light anyway. I had a big lunch.”

Edie turned to him slowly. “You didn’t have a lunch meeting today...”

He paused on his way to the cupboard and turned to her, crossing his arms. “Not a business one, no.”

“Wait is this that same friend from last week? And the week before that and the week before that?” Edie asked, her face cleared, understanding. She grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes,” Steve bit out. “We enjoyed ourselves so much the last couple of time that we decided to make it a weekly thing. Like what Jeff and I do for sport matches.”

“But you ate?” Edie pressed.

He threw his hands in the air. “Yes Edie. We went to Carmine’s. You know even their lunch plates are massive.”

Edie sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

Steve walked up to her and gave her a big hug. “This isn’t like last time. I promise. I won’t get that bad again. I’ve grown past all that. I go to therapy and talk to the people that care about me. Okay?”

Edie sighed into his arms and nodded. “I know."

Steve held her tight. He wished that the only things she had to worry about was algebra and backstabbing former best friends and not all the troubles he was going through, too.

***

Part 14  Part 15  Part 16 Part 17  Part 18  Epilogue

Just a note about Steve’s eating. But because it’s a bit of a spoiler, I’m putting it down here so you if don’t want to know yet, you can skip it.

Ready?

Steve is being an unreliable narrator regarding his eating habits. He doesn’t think he has a problem, but he does. And remember a therapist is only as good as what you tell them. I won’t reveal the reason here (but will later in the story) but Steve stopped eating and sleeping when he got super depressed. That’s why Edie is so worried.

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Record of Ragnarok!

Hades and his Daughter Reader!

Your first time in Valhalla!

It was great! You met your uncles, and made some friends! You're a daddy's girl since your mother spent 9 months with your grandmother, Demeter.

Hera and Demeter weren't familiar with you during Dinner, and you sat beside your mother while your father sat next to her. "I haven't seen you before, what's your name?" You swallowed your food, and told her your name. Persephone smiled, "She's our daughter!" The smile faded from Demeter's face, "You have a daughter with the Bastard that took you away from me." You argued back.

"Hey! Nobody speaks about my father like that! I know their love story, She was kidnapped, mom fell in love with him, She ate 4 Pomegranate seeds, married her when she came back and had me. End of story!"

Hades told you to sit back down, you obeyed him. "Tch, Daughter of the king of hell. Always doesn't lead to a good end." "Mother!" "No! It's true, She needs to show respect to her elders!" Oh that bullshit?

"You want my respect, you old hag?! Earn it bitch! You hold a grudge against my father, I should hold one against you too!" You slammed your hands on the table, the cloth covering it catching on fire. You scoffed and stormed out of the dining room. Adamas made a comment that made Hades' hands curl into fists.

"What a brat, saying shit about respect when will you ever discipline her Perse?" "She has self discipline, and will only apologise if my mother apologizes first!" Hera disagreed, saying that you should apologize first for calling Demeter a bitch, "Demeter ruined a relationship with her granddaughter, She only met her for the first time. And yet, you still hate my brother. Let it go, be glad that she didn't eat the entire pomegranate." "Thank you Poseidon, and besides! She gets to spend 9 fucking months with you, while I and (Y/n) only get 4. She barely has interaction with Persephone." Hades got up from his seat, walked out to find you. Persephone followed, angry with her mother. "If you're not apologizing to her, might as well not be here with you. Have fun starving everyone." She slammed the doors shut.

You were enjoying company with a Shinto God, you told him the moon was beautiful. Hades and Persephone sat down with you, adoring the moon as well. "I'm sorry about the trouble, I just wanted to defend you Dad." He pats your head, tells you that you shouldn't be sorry for your actions, He was glad that you did. "I love you mom, Dad." "We love you too." You all hugged each other, maybe Valhalla isn't too bad.

(Gotta love a Father like Hades!! He raised an independent woman!)

#record of ragnarok #poseidon snv #hades snv #ror x reader

[ride-thedragon]

MAKING A CASE FOR GREGORY TO BE EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE BRIDGERTON.

(Jk, this is just an excuse, like who you want)

Is he my favourite?

Yes.

Why?

Well......

1. He wants love.

From the start of the book, we are made aware that he has nothing going on and genuinely wants to find love like his siblings.

2. Friends over food.

The way he meets Lucy is him falling in love with Hermonie Watson(👀) and asking Lucy to dance. She pities him enough to carry him to eat because he showed up late and had to go mingle. Basically, they become acquaintances and friends once they decide to set up Gregory with Hermonie.

3. Bro is in love with Kate.

One of the funnier themes in the book is that he goes from saying something he loves about Kate and then compares it to something Lucy does.

4. Alcohol.

He keeps stealing and drinking Anthony's alcohol.

5. Fist fights.

He fights Lucy's brother, Richard, after compromising Hermonie (deserved, earned).

6. The first time they kiss.

I kid you not, I was in shock, tears almost and the energy after this moment never changes. Like genuinely at any point they would've been wed to each other had one person saw them but what makes if crazier is that the only reason it stopped was because Lucy was engaged and she remembered before it escalated

7. Making it everyone's problem.

After he realises he loves her, he makes it everyone's problem. From comparing her to Francesca to embarrassing Violet publicly , even roping Hyacinth in on hijinks, his story is a family event.

8. The Second time they kiss.

Hyacinth is in the other room, they are in Daphne's home and he has orchestrated a plan to propose to her in a closet.

9. They sleep with each other.

To the TSPWL and WHWW girls, step aside for a moment. Gregory breaks into his unofficial fiancé's home in the dead of night, goes to her room, and is eventually seduced by her. They proceed to sleep together, THE DAY BEFORE HER WEDDING TO ANOTHER MAN. They do so three times holding each other, then sleeping together and so on. She's doing it under false pretences because she isn't going to marry him atp.

10. A love like Violet and Edmund's.

They break the Bridgerton record for most kids. At the time of the epilogue, they have 7 kids and are expecting the 8th, they have twins and end up with 9. It's to the point where the pregnancy impacts Lucy and Gregory let's us know that the amount of kids they have is genuinely due to their lack of restraint.

11. They name their kids after their siblings.

Lucy actually gets to name one after her best friend, but there is a little Daphne and Anthony running around. Also a Kate.

12. Guns.

There is a gun stand off.

13. Kidnapping.

Gregory breaks the law, again.

14. Gay.

Lucy is pinning over Hermione during the first half, her fiance is gay, the uncle never marries......

15. 9 CHILDREN.

I don't want to understate the fact that they have 9 kids in less than 20 years. It was never that serious. She is 33 when they have their last kid. He's 39. They met at 18 and 24 respectively. 9 kids in 15 years.

16. LUCY MY LOVE

Me 🫂 Gregory.

She's darling. Throughout the narrative, it's just her making sacrifices for everyone she loves. For her brother, her best friend, even Gregory, it's consistantly her trying.

17. Blue Mushroom.

Please read the book because Drunk Greg>>>

18. Last one.

My baby boy is a horrible shot.

Let me end it on a mood board for my faves.

We do be on the way to a wedding. It certainly was a journey

#bridgerton #on the way to the wedding #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #lucinda abernathy #grucy #gregory x lucy

[jackiequick]

The day she got brought in | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: What if the thing you were waiting for came at the the wrong time? Or in Amelia Parker’s case, when she was street racing in Puerto Rico to let off a little steam after being rejected by her schools.

Pairing: Amelia Parker & Grant Ward, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Grant Ward, Melissa Wallace and etc.

——

It’s been months. But it felt like years for her. She has been told time and time again she wasn’t surely good enough to be apart of certain schools. Regretted time and time for the schools she applied to. Only two accepted her but she wasn’t too pleased.

She never wanted to go to college to be exact.

But she need a career. She wanted a future.

Something interesting.

So she applied for SHIELD Academy at a certainly young age. She knew that SHIELD existed ever since she just a little girl, especially after the accident that happened at Stark Expo.

She thought there was a huge possibility that she would get in. Her cousin, Peter Parker, parents were agents of shield themselves before they died. On top of that, her aunt Bobbi and uncle Hunter are agents as well!

So she studied, practiced her skills and tried to explain herself in every letter as a someone who deserved a chance. A chance to help SHIELD future agents and heroes. Since Amelia was good at boxing, had a huge hand when it came to sewing, believing she’s pretty okay with a computer and had communication skills. Also well as scouting places and some design.

However after every letter and application, she kept getting rejected.

Then she thought it about, why am I not surprised? My grades aren’t too good, my only concern is that I’m too emotional for the field and my records were bad.

~~~~~

She’s a street kid for gods sake! Her actions didn’t measure up, hanging out with a so called “wrong crowd” according to the police, stealing parts and racing borrowed cars while earning cash on the side. The girl sounded like a young criminal.

And honestly she didn’t care, she loved it. The music, the people, the rush you get from being behind the wheel, the talks and the community built around it. The type of people she met made her smile.

There wasn’t too many rules and no one questioned whether you were good enough. Because if you ask a racer, any real racer doesn’t matter if you win by a inch or a mile, winning is winning. It’s all about passion and love for the lifestyle.

Currently she sat behind her wheel, sliding down towards the area where everyone was at. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

Puerto Rico baby! The smell of food from the streets, the music blasting from cars, people chatting with one another, laughing being shared. The men in and women were dresses in the best mood you ever seen.

People from every race and backgrounds crowded the area. It felt like heaven

Amelia parked her blue skyline in a perfect scene nearby a few shaded orange, deep green and hot rod red cars. She was dressed black short skirt, a deep gray top and a red flannel. Black sneaker. Her curls were loosely bouncing around as she walked over to a small group.

“Ahh! Look who showed up!” Yelled Nico giving her a hug.

“Girl we thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Shouted Kira chuckling.

“Be nice, be nice! She was just fashionably late to the party.” Added Jesse, joking around holding up his cash for tonight.

The group walked and talked, grabbing a bite to eat as they catches up with one another. Talking about their deals and how they were planning a small heist for extra gasoline to sell at Jesse’s shop. But first Amelia need to check out the competition and sneak into other locations to exchange a few items.

They were in a middle questioned when she asked.

Amelia rolled her eyes chuckling, “Your hilarious, all of you. Who’s the racing tonight?”

“Ok I’ll tell you!” Nico explained everyone who racing that night and even added, “You see the tall blonde over there with the pretty brunette around his arms? They’re racing the first round tonight.”

It nighttime so she couldn’t see them too well. Still she tried to looked over across the crowd, to see blonde with dark eyes carrying a cheeky grin.

And his girlfriend was wearing a puffy jacket and shyly giggles to what he was talking about. She taught they must’ve been an adorable little couple, secretly ready to wipe the floor with them.

She didn’t think too much of it. However her friend, Kira, was more interested in how they raced.

But they didn’t have to wait for long, since the moment Kira said, “Ready, set, go!”

They were off. And they were fasted! Rushing around the stores, turning up the furious speed, passing through a crowd of cars, and sliding across small obstacles to get to the finish line.

Impressive. Very impressive. 

The brunette won first, and a few others coming in at a close second. She screamed and smiled shyly at winning as one of the other racer went to congratulate her. The rest of the crowd clapped and cheered.

But Amelia wasn’t paying too much attention as she clapped, checking her phone and the corners of the road behind them.

Hoping cops didn’t came. Watching their backs.

When it was her time to race in the second round, she jumped into her skyline and joked with the other racers.

Once again, Kira started yelling loudly “Go!”. Amelia made it and snappy.

Turning up the NOS when needed, taking a left turn to pass another car and even flipped off another race who tried to cut her off. Speeding off, switching on the radio, laughing and watching the other cars driven past her.

In the end, she didn’t win but she didn’t care. She had fun feeling the rush behind the wheel, being free in her seat and all her worries were thrown away focused on the road instead.

But she hopes were broken, as Jesse yelled out, “Cops are coming!”

Her eyes widen muttering, “Shit!”

~~~~~

Everyone jumped into their races, speeding off quicker than expected. Once she hoped she was out of clear an hour later, Amelia sneaked into an small old facility of full cars.

She held up her flashlight towards the back end of each vehicle.

Beautiful. Each one styled differently and wonderfully useful.

She looked around to find the place empty as she snapping pictures and started to pop off the hood of an car.

The girl was lucky to find a gorgeous cherry red convertible. Hell, she would kill to just have this for a drive to the beach.

Before she could get her hands on soft inventor and possibly get a better look at this reliable beauty…

..she heard it.

She turned off her phone as she started rushing to hide behind boxes and corners. But she was too late.

She woke up, in the hallway nearby the exist. Blinking she turned to face a young man, not even 20 yet with dark hair and brown eyes.

He wasn’t bad but stupid.

“Eugene. I meant nothing.” She told him, with a sigh.

He chuckled, “So why the hell are you here?”

“You were hoarding cars, jackass!”

“They’re mine, babygirl and I’mma use them.”

“Ha! You stole half of them and redesigned the older ones. Pumping up the gasoline and ordering NOS.”

“You need a 5-second car.”

“10 second car. And I was just looking over them, honest.”

Eugene scoff, “You’re not half bad, Ames. But you gotta know not to mess with me.”

“I’m not sure about that. Be lucky it wasn’t, Jesse or Nico. You had worse than us.” She added, knowing they would do something crazier than her.

“Don’t ever come around here again!”

“No promises!”

Eugene made a move to grab her but she elbowed him in the face. He spinner her around, pushing her against the wall but she kicked him where the sun don’t shine.

~~~~

Amelia made a run for it, still ending up with a bruise or two. Pulling out her mini pistol, just in case. She wasn’t the greatest at theses things but still she tried her best.

She walked down the street, popping up her jacket and started up her engine driving off.

But when she thought her night couldn’t get any odder or worse. The polices she raced from earlier found her.

Amelia was thrown into a cell, hearing the police report about her as the cops walked away. She tried to defend her case but they only have half listened.

They cleared her up for the self defense part but still pissed off about what she did.

It was no use per say.

Amelia’s face dropped. It wasn’t her first time running around from the cops and getting caught up in a mess and it sadly won’t be her last.

It was the trill of life. She sighed as tears came rolling in, mumbling how stupid she was. No career, no school, no actually friends and possibly no one to bail her out.

Disappointed.

She was a good girl or at least that’s what she wants to believe.

She always did schoolwork but never past a lot of classes cause no one took the chance on her. Actually help her understand it! She treated her family with respect, earned money during races to help pay the bills, worked low jobs and such.

But never got a chance to prove herself, they always tell her that she need experience and or worse, no one believed she had the true patience to get a job done.

Everything felt like a balancing act for her. Keep her head up, even when she wants to keep it down.

Playing up the act of the cool, confident, somewhat edgy and sweet girl. The wannabe bad bitch who gossips, talks shit about others and let’s the rumors fly in.

But she ain’t really that. Yeah sure, she got a temper, gets stressed out easily sometimes and has a thick glare that meant she got shit she wants to get done, but still.

She doesn’t know want she wants. No one ever does.

“Miss Parker?” Said a male voice, light but thick.

She turned to face the man, standing up wiping her tears to get a better look. To her surprise it was too men.

One younger and somewhat fresher faced than the other. They were wearing all black, comb hair expect for the younger one who’s hair was a little messy, wearing sensitive shoes and shared a gentle expression.

“W-who are you?” She asked, softly with hitched voice.

“Agent Coulson from SHIELD.” Said the man, “You’re having one hell of a day, huh?”

“Grant Ward.” Said the other one with a half smile, “You’re younger than expected.”

She blinked with tears trying to figure it out how this happened and asked, “Wh-what? I—how?…oh god.”

“I know it’s tricky to explain. But we’re here to help.” Coulson said, seeing the poor look in her eyes.

“Really? No offense, but where were you months ago?! I sent letters, applications for programs, video of myself for a visual idea of who I am…”

“I’m sorry we didn’t come soon but you were rejected for some of our supervisors believing you were not trying enough.”

“Hell, I saw that videos and it was a little dry. Besides, you sounded like it wasn’t serious enough..” Ward added.

“Your hilarious, Ward.” Amelia replied with a half sarcastic tone, “Sorry I wasn’t what you expected. I’m sorry that I was not perfect enough for you guys. Especially you.”

“Yet, you lack self esteem, confidence and the strength that is needed determination for something.”

“Determination?! You rejected me! You don’t take a chance on anyone.”

“But I’m not wrong. Have you seen your records? Jail time, street races for money, and stealing from second hand stores. Do your parents know about this?”

“…i um…not exactly everything…”

“Exactly. If you had any bit of respect for yourself and self care, you would deal with what you have. Look where you are now. I just see a pathetic picture of a young woman.”

“Okay look, I screwed up big time! I don’t have any track record for something good or anything…but i know I can do the same thing as you! I’m sorry for what happened..”

“Sorry?! You don’t know what you want or what exactly is your play here. ”

“Hey! I don’t—”

Coulson spoke up, “Enough! Ward, play nice, not everyone has their hands full time in the world as you. And Parker, I understand that you’re not sure where you stand. I apologize on SHIELD behavior, but I was given a chance to see your responses..”

“And? Coulson, you and Ward clearly just came to do what? Bail me out or something? I’m a idiot according to him and he’s right..” Amelia admitted, sadly.

“He’s wrong. You done some bad things because you don’t feel comfortable or worth other peoples time. Your smart, kind, seemed determined to race together even if you didn’t win—”

“You saw?!”

“I did. Or at least I scout here who used to work with me did. But Amelia you’re not an idiot, you just need someone who can give you a chance to try and do good. Because you are good.”

“Who told you that? I’m not smart enough to pass a few simple classes or good enough for you before. You guys didn’t give me a chance to prove that I’m good for something…”

“Because I wasn’t there before and I didn’t have agent Lance Hunter to tell me about you. Your not exactly school smart for certain things, but your street smart and clever with a lot of stuff. Your easygoing, sometimes honest and if I’m correct, you see a lot in someone.”

“I..um..”

“I’m being honest when I say your not bad. Never were, just chose to go do something that others think is wrong. I’ll like a give you a chance to come study and work together with SHIELD. You may be nervous and not feel ready for it now, but I believe you might be.”

Amelia stay speechless hearing Agent Coulson’s words and the recommendations he heard from Hunter. She didn’t know that part. The only person other than her stepdad and mother to speak like that to her.

Even Ward had to admit to himself he read the whole letters and applications, finding it actually charming. He didn’t know what Coulson saw in her but he kinda like it.

The only thing she could do was nod rapidly because of how tired she was and unable to comprehend what happened. It’s late. It’s 1:40am.

And she was just offered to be apart of something she didn’t expect to get after wishing and imaging the role.

Ward went to front desk to bail her out with a smile. Once she was let out of her cell, she thanked Ward as he apologized for his comments earlier. He told her that he’s welcome to help her with any needs

Then she turned to Coulson with tears in her eyes once again, thanking him. He smiled softly pulling her in a hug, knowing she needed it.

Phil held her in his arms, whispering kind words.

Honestly he felt bad, he didn’t catch onto her case earlier and made a decision to bend the SHIELD Academy rules.

He would need to speak with Fury and Hill but he knew there were plenty of people like her who needed a chance to be heard.

He remembered that Darcy Lewis had a daughter as well with a interesting case, he decided to possibly message Hill later about that. Plenty of cases of young folk who would be suitable for SHIELD or a Team in the future, but they need that push to do so.

Coulson smiled, walking out with Ward and Amelia in his thoughts. He wondered what if they were to recruit a set of young people one day, they definitely deserve a chance to be seen or heard.

Amelia snapped him out of his thought, “So um, when do we—I start my studies?”

Ward spoke up instead with a soft smile to her answers, “Soon. In about less than a month. You will have me and a few other people to help you along the way, Miss Parker.”

“You can all me Amelia.”

“Then you can me Grant.”

Both smile, exchanging phone numbers. Coulson told her a few more things before they brought her back to the hotel she was staying at.

~~~~~

Once Amelia said her final goodbye, she locked the door to her room behind her and let out a small sequel as she bit her bottom lip. To say when the realization finally hit her was an understatement. She felt scared, nervous and maybe a little excited.

She wondered what if no one likes me? What if it goes bad my first day? Oh my god what if i suck and they kick me out?!

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Anxiety still in the front of her mind, but laying low.

Her mind was overwhelmed by the thoughts, as she picked up her phone to thank her uncle Hunter for the placement.

Little did she know the next few months will change her life forever.

Meeting one of her best friends Melissa Wallace, get to know a couple of crushes such as Nikolai Morozov and a few other friends. Even encourage Melissa to go on a date with a special girl. As well as a future lifetime of opportunity and memories to come.

—-

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[sparkedblaze]

wh—what if you talked more about the delanceys in your modern au 👉🏻👈🏻

I guess I'm answering Nox's first anon, sorry. My phone is literally deleting half my post every time I try to save or post it :)

Idk what I'm gonna put in here, so I'm gonna have the usual Delanceys t/w on here and come back if I need more: Violence, fighting, cursing

I've given the overall look for the Delanceys, so here are just little things that I think about with them + modern au:

They both would hate fast food. It's greasy and disguting.

Oscar's the one who cooks the food for them. Morris can if he really tries, but Oscar's just better at it.

They have a joint twitter account, it's just easier that way. Morris is absolute trash at remembering passwords (look at me projecting) so it's easier when Oscar also knows the log in info, and uses it regularly so he doesn't also forget.

Oscar is aro/ace, and is hella confused and frustrated when Morris gets crushes because they're supposed to be in this together

Morris doesn't understand why Oscar is so upset that he mentioned how pretty York had been that day. It was just an observation.

That's how all his crushes start. An observation. "Did you see York's hair was in a ponytail instead of a bun today?" "Did Graves finally have the surgery he'd been planning?" "Jack Kelly has a boyfriend now. His eyes are blue like the sky." It's the little differences he notices that always catch his attention.

Oscar doesn't make Morris eat things he doesn't like. This might not seem like a big deal, but their Uncle Wies had always made them finish what was on their plate, even if Morris was sobbing and pleading and begging not to.

Oscar, on the other hand, will clear a plate no matter the contents. He's grateful just to have food at all (though he doesn't cook anything he doesn't like, so this is mostly for get togethers)

Their job is more than just them liking fighting. It's about quenching a bloodthirst that sits deep in their bellies. It makes them feel whole, whereas someone like York does it because he's good at it and makes decent money. He isn't completely dependent on the actions in the ring to live a complete life.

Morris isn't good with words. Putting them together is hard. Remembering them is even harder. And trying to string along enough to make sense to someone that isn't Oscar is next to impossible.

That being said, he's incredibly good with numbers. Birthdays, holidays, counting. Once he learns how to do number things, he remembers is. Once he learns long division, he can do that shit in his head.

I feel like I need to put a list of the stims and quirks I think Morris has, so here: Chirping when excited, flappy hands (both when excited and when trying to get off the bad sensories), crab claws when thinking, hopping over the last step in a staircase, clacking his teeth together when he's anxious, snapping when he needs to/is trying to remember something, rocking back and forth, tapping his fingers, cracking knuckles.

Oscar collects vinyl records. And Morris likes to go to the vinyl section of every store that has them to find something for Oscar.

Morris likes rock music. Oscar does too, but prefers quieter music. He probably really likes something lame like jazz, but uses rock or metal to get pumped before a fight.

Morris is still wearing most of the same clothes he wore in high school (why fix what ain't broke?)

Oscar dresses nicely. They grew up with practically nothing. He allows himself to have nice clothes, to remind him of where they came from and what all their hard work has achieved.

They avoid Wiesel. They avoid the Refuge. They're always traveling, and don't have a house. They don't have roots set down. They feel like they don't belong anywhere because of this. Because they're always staying in different hotel rooms and going to different states for different fights.

I hope this tickles your fancy. These are thoughts making it through my frustrated haze, so I'm sorry if this sucks :)

Ily <3!!!

#newsies #livesies #92sies #uksies #morris delancey #oscar delancey #the delancey brothers #newsies modern au #thank you nox

[blackacre13]

Please do THE PROPOSAL PART 6 PLEASE

Part 13 of the Proposal AU was here; Here's Part 14!

“When’s the last time you cried?” Debbie pressed, hoping to find out it was a cheesy movie or a secret poem Lou liked to read.

Lou thought for a moment before sitting up, smiling weakly at Debbie, showing that rare spot of vulnerability again. “After I fired Becker,” she admitted, looking down at her shoes. “Even if he is a supreme asshole. I still felt like a prick. And well…nobody ever likes the bitch who fires them, you know? And nobody ever thinks about the person who has to make the decisions, packing up at the end of the day and then going home alone and sitting with the weight of what they’ve done. I ruined someone’s life. I don’t blame him for hating me.”

“You were just doing your job,” Debbie sympathized, completely mesmerized by this whole new side of Lou she was seeing.

“And sometimes I hate being good at my job,” the blonde sighed. She cleared her throat, standing up from the bed, snapping her fingers together. “Right. Anyway. Where were we?”

“The proposal,” Debbie spoke softly, wondering the next time she’d sneak a flicker of this side of Lou. Or if she never would again.

“I’ve got it covered,” Lou winked, her face all-business again before tossing Debbie a knowing smirk. “What? I want your reaction to be genuine.”

“My reaction to a retelling of a story I was supposed to be a part of but won’t have any memory of what happened?”

“Proposals are typically a surprise, Deborah.”

“In the moment.”

“You weren’t surprised by my proposition?” The blonde asked, raising a brow.

“Lou, I swear—“

“Hey,” she scolded, but she was cracking up. “Watch it, Ocean. you’re still my assistant you know.”

“Please,” Debbie snorted, risking some cockiness. She was realizing how much Lou seemed to like it and there was something about impressing the blonde that made her feel victorious. Like she had some sort of secret with her. “You were going to promote me anyway.”

“You sure about that?” Lou asked, looking at her sideways.

“Nope,” Debbie laughed honestly, her shoulders shaking. “Not at all.”

She turned to examine her reflection in the mirror, the blonde appearing behind her, checking her own eyeliner. Debbie’s gaze shifted to the blonde in the reflection, almost forgetting to look at herself and blushing as blue eyes caught her brown ones, but Lou let her keep the moment, merely clearing her throat once again as she hooked her head towards the door.

“Come on,” Lou murmured, offering a hand that Debbie took nervously. “Let’s give them a show.”

The engagement party was apparently in full swing by the time they made it back to the living room, throngs of people talking and eating with the sound of jazz music plating somewhere in the distance.

Lou looked completely overwhelmed instead of her donning her usual in-control, hard shell exterior, but Debbie squeezed her hand and the blonde seemed appreciative.

They made their way into the crowd, Debbie hoping to keep away from the guests and focus on the food. Lou seemed to have the same idea as they both made a beeline for a buffet table, Debbie dumping a bunch of shrimp cocktail on her plate as Lou threw a pile of cheese cubes and pepperoni on hers before the two of them turned to each other and shared a grin.

Debbie was about to offer an escape to the back porch so they could hide out with their snacks and avoid humanity for a spell, but they had already been caught, some aunt/cousin/or other that Debbie could never remember by name was tapping on her shoulder and screaming congratulations and just tugging at Lou with a “God! Let me look at this one! Isn’t she just gorgeous?”

There wasn’t going to be time for an escape.

Another uncle came up, all business, shaking Lou’s hand and asking how long she’d been with the record company.

“Uh…since college,” Lou offered, before popping a piece of cheese in her mouth, seemingly to avoid any further questions.

Debbie saw that she was being modest. “She’s been there since she was nineteen. Youngest exec the company’s ever had. She’s a hot commodity.”

She elbowed the blonde, nudging her to smile. She was proud of Lou, and why shouldn’t she be, whether she was a fiancee, assistant or stranger. Anyone had to admit that Lou Miller was a force to be reckoned with.

But then Debbie’s father was back in the circle of people that was slowly becoming a crowd. And she knew no good was going to come of this.

“But who’s counting?” Lou smiled, waving off Debbie’s attempt to show her off.

“No,” Dennis frowned, his eyes far away, brows furrowed. Debbie knew he was trying to count. Trying to do the math of the age difference between her and Lou. He was bitter. And suspicious. And he was stubborn as all hell. “How many years is that? Exactly.”

Debbie shot her father a look and Lou’s hand came over Debbie’s arm, grabbing it almost protectively. Possessively. 

“Well,” Lou sighed. “I guess that’s what? Sixteen, seventeen years. Exactly,” she mocked for good measure.

“I was never good with big numbers,” Dennis went on as Debbie tried and failed not to grit her teeth. “That makes you what? Thirty-six now?”

“Thirty seven,” Lou coughed, her eyes hardening. “Did you want my star sign? ID? Copy of my fingerprints?”

“I think that’s enough questioning for now,” Debbie grimaced, moving Lou out of her father’s line of vision. “This is a party. Not an interrogation.”

“Yes, it is a party!” Ida sang, coming into the circle that was now dispersing uncomfortably. “An engagement party at that! And we need to know the story.”

“What story?” A younger man asked, a piece of ciabatta toast dangling from his lips.

“Fuck,” Debbie cursed, her hand falling limp against Lou’s side.

“Oh, Rusty!” Ida sang. “Deborah, did you see who came?”

“Robert,” Debbie growled, her nails digging into Lou’s arm as the blonde shot her an intrigued look. “Who invited you?”

“Your dad,” he laughed, licking at his thumb, offering the now saliva ridden hand to Lou. “Who else? And you must be Lewis.”

“It’s Lou,” the blonde seethed, nostrils flaring. “Have you seen Debbie’s ring?” She asked, shoving the diamond in the man’s face as his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Heaven's Demons, Chapter 35

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  manipulation, money laundering, framing a major character, angst, violence, implied attempted murder.

“In the case of Lauren Barber and the murder of her fia-“

“Turn that bullshit off,” Andy growled, glaring at the flat screen above the bar that had been playing the news of his sister’s upcoming trial.  Falcon grabbed the remote, instantly turning the station off, “thanks Fal…”

“Daddy…why are they talking about Auntie Lauren?”

“Is my mommy gonna be okay, Uncle Andy?”

Andy frowned, looking over at the table to both his own daughter and nephew who had stopped eating their lunches.  His heart lurched at the thought of lying to his nephew, but he forced a small smile on his face as he ruffled the little boy’s hair, “your mom’s going to be fine…Lee’s going to take care of it, buddy…”

“Daddy says that too,” he frowned, clearly not believing the words he’d been told, “but I was there Uncle Andy…daddy was the one that made sure Evan didn’t hurt us anymore…I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“You didn’t see shit, kid.” He replied.  His nephew frowned and turned back to his food, instantly shutting down, while Amelia glared at her father, “What?”

“You don’t have to be mean, daddy…”

Andy sighed, his daughter’s words weighing heavily on him, “You’re right, kiddo…I’m sorry buddy…Uncle Andy is just scared.  Your mom is his baby sister...”

“I know, Uncle Andy,” he said simply, “I’m scared too…I hear daddy crying at night…and it makes me think mommy isn’t coming home.”

“Don’t say that, bud-“

“Andrew Barber.”

Andy’s head snapped up at the harsh sounding voice mixed with the slamming of his establishment’s door.  His jaw ticked as he noticed the sharp dressed men. 

Feds.

Fuck.

“Who’s asking?” Sam asked from the bar.

“You Andrew Barber?” the man asked, instantly reaching into his jacket only to pull out his badge. 

“I’m Andrew Barber,” he growled, standing from his table, “I own this establishment.  What do you want?”

“We’ve been looking into your establishment for a few years,” the man began.  Andy’s jaw clenched.  He could read the lie as soon as it passed the man’s lips.  They were looking into him because of Lauren and the trial, and he knew it.  The insurance payout had been held off, and he knew that they were probably seeing if they ‘needed’ the money more than they needed Evan alive, “We’re going to have to pull your records.”

“Do you have a warrant for that?” Sam asked quicky. 

The second man laid down a packet, as well as a warrant on the countertop, before giving a wicked grin, “This should be sufficient.  A warrant from a federal judge as well as the list of charges.”

Sam ripped open the packet, his own jaw tensing before he looked at Andy, “money laundering?  Racketeering?  This is a bunch of bull shit is what it is!”

“I have nothing to hide,” Andy said firmly, “my accountant Ari Levinson keeps everything well documented for me.  Let me take you up to my office and I’ll gladly hand over everything you need.”

The first man narrowed his eyes, clearly surprised at the cooperation from the rough and tumble biker he’d heard so much about.  The second guy looked at Sam, eyeing him up. 

“Do you need a dolly?  I’m assuming you want the past ten years and it’ll be at least a few boxes worth of documents?”

“We’ll have our team collect them,” the second guy answered quickly.  He snapped and a few more people came inside, already looking like they were ready to be put to work, “just show us where they are, Mr. Barber.”

“Of course,” he agreed.  He nodded to Falcon, “Sam…watch the kids for me, yeah?”

“You got it, boss.”

“Look, I’m telling you, Ari has been my accountant for years…I’d know if he was stealing money from my business.  The guy-“

“Well, you don’t do any elaborate spending and neither does your sister, Mr. Barber,” the man doing the interrogation shrugged.  He held up a piece of paper, showing Andy his and his sister’s statements, “it looks like the two of you are barely scraping by…meanwhile, Mr. Levinson has made some significant purchases in an off-shore account.”

“Offshore account,” Andy spat, “you mean to tell me that you think an accountant…my accountant was stealing money from my business and buying shit and I never noticed?  I don’t think so.”

“You set him up, didn’t you?”

Andy didn’t look away from his pint glass.  He knew Lee’s voice anywhere.  He heard the shuffling towards him, and he knew that Lee was closing in, “ANDY!”

“He knew what he signed up for.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he growled, “Ari’s never touched your fucking books.  You do all the shit yourself.”

“That’s not what the paper trail says, Lee…”

“GOD DAMN IT ANDY!” Lee yelled, swiping angrily at the bar.  The bowl of bar mix and Andy’s pint clattered behind it, the glass shattering against the floor, “FUCKING LOOK AT ME.  YOU’RE SENDING AWAY YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR SOMETHING HE DIDN’T DO!”

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Andy spat, his gaze slowly going away from the bar to face his one-time best friend, and the love of his sister’s life, “you coming in here, calling me out for letting Ari take the rap…now you know how I feel.”

“I’M FUCKING TRYING, ANDY!” He screamed, pushing Andy out of the chair. Andy straightened himself out and shot a glare back at Lee, “I’m trying to find a way around it to get the case thrown out.  I-“

“ARI WOULD HAVE JUST TAKEN THE GOD DAMN RAP HIMSELF, LIKE A REAL MAN!” Andy finally screamed, “LEVI WOULD HAVE SAID HE FUCKING SHOT THE ASSHOLE.  WOULD HAVE PARADED HIS FUCKING HEAD ON A STICK DOWN MAIN STREET IF HE KNEW WHAT HAD BEEN HAPPENING TO HER THIS WHOLE TIME.  YOU’RE THE ONE LETTING HER ROT IN A CELL.  YOU’RE THE ONE LETTING HER GO TO PRISON.  NOT LEVI.  NOT ME.  YOU, SHERIFF.”

“AND YOU’RE DOING THE SAME TO ARI.”

“FUCK ARI!” ANDY SCREAMED, PUSHING LEE BACKWARDS, “FUCK ARI, AND FUCK ALL OF YOU.  EVER SINCE MY OLD LADY GOT KILLED IN THAT DRIVE BY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU LITTLE FUCKERS SCATTERED, LIKE ROACHES.  THOR RAN OFF AFTER HE GOT THE BALLS TO KILL LOKI.  I UNDERSTAND THAT.  BUT THEN, SWEETIE TOOK GEARZ.  SHE WAS GONNA TAKE ELVIS TOO, BUT I GAVE HIM BACK TO HIS JUNKIE EX UP ON THE MOUNTAIN TO KEEP THAT DEAL GOOD.  FONZIE WAS GONNA RUN WHEN PIX LOST THE BOYS.  SO, I SNAPPED THAT BITCHES GOD DAMN NECK.  YOU KNOW WHAT LEVI DID TO DESERVE HIS GRAVE?  HE CALLLED CAP!  HE FUCKING CALLED CAP ON ME, LIKE A SNITCH.  AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO A FUCKING SNITCH IN PRISON, SHERIFF?”

Lee felt his heart race, knowing that Andy had finally snapped, and he was going to set Levi up to look like a snitch so he would be taken care of in prison.

“What did you do, Barber.”

“It’s not done yet,” Andy growled, “but after midnight, he’s as good as gone.  I’m done letting you fuckers get away from the club.  If any of you want out, it’s through a god damned body bag, and it’s because I put you there.”

And just as Andy was about to rush Lee, the door to Barbers slammed open.  In a rush of black padding and bright lights nearly a dozen men surrounded Lee and Andy, all of them yelling for the men to put their hands up and to get on the ground. 

Andy began to comply, his mind automatically working on a defense, searching for a reason on why the s.w.a.t team was in his establishment while he lowered himself to the ground.  He had planned it perfectly.  Used Ari’s name to link the offshore accounts to him and not his own name.  Made sure the paper trail died before it ever reached him.  That was until the two men from earlier came in, Ari in cuffs between them.  Andy’s jaw clenched and he saw the look of disgust in Ari’s eyes.

“I stood up for you Barber…always had…”

“FUCK YOU!” he spat. 

“Sheriff, you and Mr. Levinson are free to go,” the second man began, uncuffing Ari.  Then he looked back at the door and Lauren walked through.  She’d had bags under her eyes, and her cheeks were blotchy from her having cried too much, “Ms. Barber…your charges have been dropped.  Evan’s father found the room you were talking about…and the evidence.”

“The room?” Andy asked, suddenly confused, “evidence?  What the fuck is everyone doing here?”

Lauren looked at her brother and for a brief second, he saw her as the little sister he tried to protect from everything.  And then a look flashed across her features.

The room. 

The evidence.

It all clicked.

He paled. 

“Mr. Barber, you are under arrest for money laundering, racketeering, attempted murder, bribery of two guards of a federal level, abduction of a minor, endangerment of a child, accessory to murder in the first degree, four counts, and eleven counts of sex trafficking with Ms. Barber’s fiancé, Evan…”

“You son of a bitch!” Lee growled, spitting on Andy.  Lauren ran to Lee, and he embraced her.  His lips immediately went to her temple, and his hand to the back of her head so that he could cradle her, “I told you I’d find a way, baby…I promised you everything would be okay.” 

“I-I couldn’t cover it up anymore,” she whimpered softly, burying her face in Lee’s chest while her brother cursed her out, “I-I couldn’t hide it, Lee…those girls.”

“It’s okay baby…it’s all over!”  Lee promised.

Chapter 36

Tag list:  @lohnes16, @elbell20-blog, @stockholmdolly, @terrormonster55, @dontbescaredtosingalong, @tenaciousperfectionunknown

#heavens demons #motorcycle #motorcycle clubs #mc #dark andy barber #andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans characters #ari levinson #red sea diving resort #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #devil all the time #the devil all the time #sebastian stan characters

[aberrant-webnovel]

Chapter 10 - Full House

Content Warning: Divorce, anxiety attack

Chapter 10 - Full House

It's a bit later in the afternoon now. Silva and I met back up and talked with Uncle Varun for a bit. He was exhausted as usual, but was happy with recent results. Of course, there wasn't much to be expected from the research yet. He approximated at least a month just to be able to build a playback device for the records.

We chatted about more, of course. It seemed like Silva had a more serious talk with him before I went to meet up. I also had a bit of a separate conversation. Maybe we'll swap stories about it later.

Now, it's time to go shopping.

Silva and I made our way back to the West District and walked to the market. From HQ, we traveled for just a bit less than an hour. Getting home from here won't be nearly as long though so we can take our time and pick out plenty to eat.

We entered together grabbed some hand baskets to shop with.

I also made sure to bring my wallet with me today. Had two cards for credits to pay with and my identification card. Other than, just a family photo of me with my mother.

My cards were split between two currencies. Both of which were accepted here, but sometimes products had different value in each. Groceries were best bought with local currency.

I had a gold colored card that had Igneol credits loaded on it. This was the local currency. Civilians who work in the Domain are paid in this currency. I did a lot of part-time work to build a saving for personal use. Also to buy mom some gifts on occasion.

My silver card was loaded with Calabasas credits. This is a continental currency. Every Domain uses this currency for trading. Some services only operate on this currency, typically types of long-range transport. Since my father was a Vault Breaker, our living expenses are paid to the HQ and they deal in Calabasas credits.

I had this card because I typically dealt with our home finances. Mom didn't like handling the money. She was really stressed out with it and would rely on Uncle Varun to crunch the numbers and make payments. Harper personally would handle the housing payments, often paying for a lot of it herself. At age 13, I had learned enough to help mom with all of the money handling. That's about when I started cooking for her too.

"Any idea what you want for dinner tonight or tomorrow?"

"Mac and cheese."

"Anything else?"

"More mac and cheese."

"Looks like I'm picking out all the dinners then."

We wandered around looking at produce. Silva kept wanting junk foods. I stopped her most of the time, but I did make sure we got some macaroni noodles. I'll get stuff to make cheese sauce.

I've got a couple meals planned. Didn't need to make our baskets too heavy so we stopped ourselves from going overboard.

We got the counter. I paid for the food in Igneol credits and that was it. Quick shopping trip. All done.

Silva and I walked through the neighborhood back to my home. It was a quiet walk. I was mulling over a lot of stuff and didn't pay attention to the quiet. At least not until Silva said something. Then I snapped back to reality.

"Can we talk?"

"Hm? Uh yeah. What's up?"

Silva looked nervous. A little sad. What happened?

"I might not be able to go back home."

"What? Since when? Thought you were going back with Uncle Varun when he was done with research."

"That's the problem. I don't think he's coming home again."

"Explain. What did I miss?"

We stopped walking. We were plenty far away from the roadways and nobody else was walking nearby at this time. No issues stopping for a moment to talk it out.

"Um… My mom is ending the marriage. Dad is moving out in the HQ dorms. He's supposed to collect his things from the house in a few days. Mom wanted me home to help him."

"What the hell? Auntie Fran is doing what?"

"It's… It's a lot right now. I can't talk it out by the street…"

"Let's get to my house. We're not far."

Silva had a lot of anxiety in general. I've seen her shut down completely from it, but not in a long time. She was stronger now. This was getting through all of her strength and winning. I could see her want to cry and lose her composure. I need to be her strength for a little bit.

I took the groceries that she was carrying and hooked my right arm through the handles. I gave her my left hand to hold. She grabbed it tight.

Her small hands felt even smaller and frailer than ever before. Was it my super creepy new strength or was she just that scared. It didn't matter.

We walked back to my house. Silva cried the whole way, but choked back the noise. She just let the tears flow.

I walked her to the living room. Mom was on the couch. She heard the door and watched us come in.

[What happened to Silva? Come here.]

Mom motioned for Silva to come to where she was and was holding out a hug for Silva.

My cousin quickly ran into her arms and cried. Now the wailing started. I didn't say anything.

I put the food in the kitchen. Got things in the cold if they needed it and ignored the rest.

I sat on a cushioned chair in the living room and looked at them. I didn't have anything at all to say right now. Silva just kept crying.

Screams came out of the small girl for about ten minutes. It slowly became sniffles and huffs. Mom's shoulder was soaked.

"Silva, do you need anything? Water?"

"… Yeah."

It was an easy thing to do to help, but I felt lost right now.

I just went to the kitchen, got a glass of water ready, and brought it back. Mom and Silva were separated from their hug and Silva was working on correcting her breathing.

"Here."

"Thanks."

I handed over the glass. She gulped it down and set an empty glass on the table. Coaster in use, of course.

Then she recounted what she and Uncle Varun talked about.

Varun and Fran had a strained relationship for a long time. He stayed at work too much. She was lonely. When they fought, Varun escaped into his work. Fran lashed out a lot. Too much at Silva. Varun and Fran fought over that, too. It seemed that after years of these issues repeating and worsening, Fran had enough. Varun was too timid to try to end it. Silva was expected to go with Varun. Fran was essentially abandoning her family in the eyes of Silva. In some way, Fran wanted to be happy still. I think I kind of understood that from the story.

"Ymir. Auntie Del. I don't want to live at HQ."

[Then live here.]

Silva eyes started pouring out tears. She wasn't wailing, though. Actually, Silva seemed frozen for a few seconds and just tried to choked back her cries. She dropped her head into her hands and then into her lap.

"You're practically my sister already, Silva. We keep that room ready specifically for you."

She kept sobbing into her lap. Mom patted Silva's back and stroked her hair.

I waited patiently. I couldn't rush her in any way. Not like I had too much else to say.

"I can really stay? I'll always clean the room. I can help with cleaning the rest of the house, too."

Mom smiled and wrapped Silva in a strong hug that lasted maybe ten seconds. She let her go and started signing.

[This has always been your home, too. You've always been welcome here.]

"Thank you, Auntie Del."

The rest of our day was filled with laughter and smiles, also plenty of tears still. I helped Silva pick up the mess in her room for once. She helped me prepare dinner. It was mac and cheese.

Mom watched us spending time together for a bit before resting on the couch in the living room while waiting for dinner.

We all enjoyed the mac and cheese for dinner for another night in a row. It tasted a lot better tonight.

#horrror #scifi #thriller #novel #webnovel #original fiction #original story #original characters #original work #putting myself out there #reblogs are appreciated #minors dni

[berserkghost]

My Grandma's Spaghetti Sauce

A little food memoir about my grandmother's cooking and a message about enjoying life.

My grandmother must be the best cook in the world. That may be a subjective opinion, but I say, “Let’s agree to disagree.” For most of my life, I have lived with my grandparents, and after being moved out for a little over a year I can fully say that I miss my grandmother's cooking. Not that there is anything wrong with any of the food I eat where I live now, but I just miss that nostalgic taste of my grandma’s homemade New York style of cooking. A lot of the recipes she learned from her mother, who learned them from her mother, and so on.

One of the best feelings in the world would be during the fall before it got too cold and when all the leaves just turned orange. I would come home from my friend's house around 5:00 p.m., the screen door would be open, and the light from the sun would hit the houses just right to give everything a nice orange glow. The house was warm, and cozy compared to the outside breeze that would be continuous throughout the day, with the trees shedding their leaves as they made way for the season. As I walk in, I can smell my grandma’s homemade cooking. There would be the smell of freshly baked apple pie to eat for dessert, along with the smell of godly spaghetti sauce for the mountain of spaghetti for a family of seven.

Although my grandmother does not have the recipe written down, she knows it by heart and can go about making it just by eyeing what she has. It seems to be some sort of superpower, but one that I would like to have for the sole purpose of recreating this recipe perfectly. The smell of the sauce mostly consists of pan-fried onion that gets tossed in, along with some basil, garlic, and whatever else may be thrown into the pot of delicacy. Other items may have been meat, mushrooms, and sausage depending on her mood. The thickness was just right to not be too watery or thick, but enough to make it run down your tongue like the rivers of Heaven while the combination of ingredients dances along every taste bud. It is possibly the only sauce I would be able to drink by itself just by how flavorful it was.

We had an opening that went from the living room straight to the kitchen, most of the wall being gone for the opening. The kitchen entrance is marked by the granite countertop wrapping around the right side of the wall, with the left side being open and a wood counter on the kitchen side. The wooden countertop had a wall cutout right above it to watch TV while you ate, but when the family got together, we would all sit at the dining room table. The dining room table would sit in the second half of the kitchen. Because the regular dining room was being used as a computer room, we decided to leave the table in the kitchen.

All the members of my family were me, my mother, my grandparents, my uncle, and my brother and sister. My grandfather would sit at the end of the table, usually just commenting on what others said and correcting my speech at an early age. I remember one time we had an argument about the way I used “me” in a sentence. It all started when I said “Me and my friends” to describe what we did at school, and it drove him up the wall. My grandmother and mom would ask all the kids how school was that day, and my uncle would tell a story from Highschool every now and again. I look back on those days a lot and even though my family and I do not get along a lot, I still miss them when I am away for a while.

I decided to write this as a blog post for the sole reasons of not having relevant pictures to the story, not being able to do any interviews, and not being able to record the process of the sauce that is made. I tried making the sauce myself but felt that I did not do it justice. Posting in a blog format also allows myself to be able to be more thorough with my thoughts. I may not be able to rerecord something at times, but I can always come back to edit or add more when the time comes. I also feel that having a blog post is appeasing to my own aesthetics and I like to make things that other like-minded people would see.

Everyone always told me to cherish my childhood, that I might want to grow up quick, but I’ll miss it when I become an adult. Of course, we never listen as all that is on our mind for the day is “What can I play with next?” or “I wonder which friends can hang out today?”. But getting older we all come to the same conclusion, that time flies by and there is nothing we can do but wait for the unstoppable ticking of the clock as time marches on and leads us all to the same place, death. I don’t write this part to be morbid or melancholy. I write this part so that whoever may read it can relate, and maybe stop and smell the roses for a while. Life moves on too fast and before you know it, you might be stuck in a family that crumbles just a little bit more with each passing day, and that’s okay. Sometimes life doesn’t work out the way we want, and sometimes life is plain unfair. In the end, sometimes we should cherish those little moments in life, like having the whole family able to eat at one table without any arguing. Having a family to be able to get along with and having one that isn’t divided. I miss my childhood sometimes for the smaller things like this, and I hope anyone who reads this can learn to experience the little things in life so that they have something to look back on and smile every once in a while.

#cooking #memoir #food #food memories

[jace-hero]

Looking Back on 2022

1:What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before? I started working at a theater in Hollywood, that's pretty fun. I bought a new car for the first time. Saw a Broadway quality show in a real big theater. I'm sure I did more that I can't remember right now.

2:Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don't believe I did, and I don't think I will this year either. I never keep them.

3:Did anyone close to you give birth? My brother! I'm an uncle for the first time!

4:Did anyone close to you die? My dog, Sadie. Still makes me sad :(

5:What countries did you visit? Ain't nobody got the time or the money.

6:What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022? TIME AND MONEY.

7:What dates from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? May 12th. Was a fun day driving my new car around LA.

8:What was your biggest achievement of the year? Buying my car and not having a mental breakdown.

9:What was your biggest failure? Not putting myself first and being able to build for my future.

10:Did you suffer illness or injury? Covid for a 2nd time. Wasn't as bad this time, just annoying.

11:What was the best thing you bought? Broken record, but my car.

12:Whose behavior merited celebration? Idk, mine? Good for me.

13:Whose behavior made you appalled? Putin, Amber Heard, and my bosses.

14:Where did most of your money go? Surviving. Food, rent, car, bills.

15:What did you get really, really, really excited about? Quitting my job. I didn't quit though.

16:What song will always remind you of 2022? That awful "Unholy" song.

17:Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? ( c) richer or poorer? Happier? Fatter. Poorer.

18:What do you wish you’d done more of? Travelled. I want to travel so bad.

19:What do you wish you’d done less of? Eat and work. It's all I seem to do.

20:How did you spend Christmas? With my besties watching movies.

21:Did you fall in love in 2022? Nah.

22:What was your favorite TV program? So many good ones. House of the Dragon, Stranger Things, Peacemaker, Wednesday, and Search Party.

23:Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Elon Musk?

24:What was the best book you read? Didn't read anything this year. I should remove this question next year lol.

25:What was your greatest musical discovery? Purity Ring.

26:What did you want and get? My car.

27:What did you want and not get? To travel. WrestleMania tickets. Disneyland tickets. A PS5.

28:What was your favorite film of this year? The Batman. Hands down. Absolutely amazing. Matt Reeves got it so right. A perfect Batman film. Shout out to Bullet Train and Halloween Ends.

29:What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? My car. Theme of the year tbh.

30:How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022? Scrubs and whatever wasn't dirty on my days off. Also my one single Armani shirt for when I needed to be fancy.

31:What kept you sane? My friends. As much as they also drove me absolutely nuts.

32:Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Always Justin, but Shawn Mendes and Ross Lynch were lookin mighty fine this year.

33:What political issue stirred you the most? I don't know man, I'm exhausted. All of them. I'm so sick of politics.

34:Who did you miss? My grandma, my friends, my dogs.

35:Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022: Value yourself. Prioritize yourself. No one else is going to put you first. YOU put you first.

36:Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. "Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all my doors, it's the only way to live.. in cars." - Gary Numan (Cars)

#2022 #last year #year in review #happy new year

[fic-writer-and-enjoyer]

Beautiful thin(g)

Summary: "Every day was much worse than previous one. Your days were a blend of counting burned calories, steps, food and daily weighting. You measured time in lost pounds and skipped meals. Food, even more the lack of it was the only thing you thought about."

Pairings: Dean!Father x Daughter!Reader, Sam!Uncle x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Eating disorders, Bullying

A/N: "This story is very personal to me as a person who struggled with eating disorder. I hope this will help some of you with coping or comfort you in some way, like it helped me"

"I've posted this fic on my previous account but it got deleted, i've also rewritten it so i hope you all enjoy"

Word count: 3200ish

You were never bigger than your peers, maybe not much... You never really cared about your weight and always felt good in your body. Being self-conscious and having low self-esteem was never a problem that you had.

Although you had to admit that lately, you've gained some weight. Because you've only been eating out for the last couple of months. Putting on a few pounds wasn't a big deal for you.  Neither your dad nor uncle seemed to care about it. You've been going to the same school since you and your family have moved to the bunker. You've grown to like it and felt comfortable there, as much as a high school ever allows to be comfortable. 

You and your best friend talked about having crushes on different people from your school but you never openly admitted to having one. But you did. It was a silly high school crush on a junior that you haven't even talked to in person. Ashton was a typical jock, with a perfect jawline, perfect hair, and a big reputation. You've never even bothered to talk to him because you knew he wouldn't be interested in someone who isn't the hottest member of the school dance team.

One day you were sitting on a bench in front of your classroom with a book "The basics of Latin". Uncle Sam told you that you had to learn the next chapter if you wanted to go out with your friends next weekend. You knew that he wasn't joking, so you took up the task immediately.

You were so caught up in the book you didn't even notice a boy standing in front of you.

"That's some cool stuff you're reading..." You heard a voice so deep that it almost made you shiver. You instantly raised your head while closing the book you were so intensely scanning just a few seconds ago. When yours and his eyes crossed, you could feel the red, hot blush creeping on your face. It was him. Ashton.

"You're Y/N right?..." He asked as you were still in shock, being too stunned to even speak. You quickly shook your head and smiled politely. Keep it together, it's Ashton, the Ashton... Y/B/F/N isn't going to believe this.

"Yeah... and you're Ashton right?" you tried to keep your voice from shaking, your leg started already bouncing up and down as you saw him observing your face.

He smiled giving you one of the more flirty expressions you've seen him using on countless beautiful girls in your school.

"Wow... I just... I've been seeing you in the school for a little while now and... just wanted to say how beautiful you are" Your heart dropped to your stomach, you didn't even know what to say, you honestly don't know how you managed to stand up and put your things away while he made his confession.

"I... I think you're really handsome too, I've been meaning to tell you for a while..." You said it louder than you meant to and blushed even more while moving a loose strand of hair from your face.

"Oh really?" He asked more playfully this time, if it weren't him you'd think twice before revealing this to him but... just looking into his eyes, his deep dark eyes...

"Yeah... I've had a crush on you since I came to this school" You smiled and looked away waiting for his reaction.

Him laughing into your face was the last thing that you were expecting. It wasn't a playful, sweet laugh, it was bitter and deep. Your eyes widened as you saw him holding up his phone and playing your conversation back.

He recorded it.

"Oh..." He smirked " I didn't think that it would take a minute to get a love confession, and with so many details..." He said it with such disgust it made you tear up... That bastard, why would he say such a thing?

You looked at him with pure hatred written on your face. He chuckled looking at your pursed lips and turned up the volume on his phone so that everyone in the hall could hear your words clearly. A group of school's team players standing a few feet away from you started laughing bitterly and looking you up and down. You felt like throwing up at that sight.

"Oh Y/N..." He said your name so repulsively, almost spitting it out "You thought that I, would be ever interested in someone like you?" You felt your lip starting to tremble "Oh don't cry... you don't want to look even more disgusting, do you? If that's even possible" You started packing your books into your bag not looking him in the eyes. You wanted to get out of that hallway, from staring standbys and Ashton, especially from him.

"If I was you, I'd worry more about losing some weight than reading ancient crap. It isn't going to create you a whole lotta personality fatty..." he added as he knocked the Latin book out of your hands.

You felt burning tears gathering up in your eyes. No, you couldn't cry here, you couldn't give him that satisfaction. You quickly took your things from the bench and ran to the bathroom.

A kind of shame, pure pain, and regret that you've never felt before filled your whole body. It felt as if you were watching everything from far away. Closing the school bathroom door, running into one of the stalls, and shutting it so hard it almost broke the frame. You didn't even feel the coldness of the floor as you stumbled on it, crying your eyes out.

It wasn't a small cry like the one you get from watching a sad movie but sobbing and choking on your tears, the ugly kind of crying. You didn't even realize when the bell rang, you could've been there ten minutes or an hour, you didn't know and didn't care.

The pain started turning into hatred, hatred into sadness and pain, and it turned into pure anger again and again. You didn't know what to feel. Your friend wasn't at school today, you were alone. You felt like if you would stay here you would throw all of your breakfast and lunch up.

You felt miserable, the kind of miserable that eats you out inside. You didn't know how to make it stop.

At some point you've calmed down a bit and as you fell silent the whole room did too. Class must have already started. Good. You weren't going to go to the class right now. You felt like you couldn't even get up, let alone walk into the classroom. Your whole face was swollen and you could barely breathe through your running nose.

You had to get home. Now.

You had to come up with some way to get back into your room, you had to get out of here. With every second you felt like it was starting to get more difficult to breathe.

The first and honestly the only thing that came to your mind and made sense: nurse. After washing up your face with cold water and blowing your nose, you carefully got to the nurse's office once you barely avoided every teacher who has been monitoring the hallways.

***

Not even half an hour later you were on your way home with Sam. You prayed that your dad's brother wouldn't bother to ask you what happened and how you got this awful stomach ache you told the nurse about.

You could barely resist crying, so you stared out the window trying to hold in tears, you could feel your nose starting to burn again.

You still couldn't understand why Ashton would say such a thing to anyone. You were fighting with your thoughts since you got into the car, you still haven't said a word to your uncle who was behind the steering wheel. 'He probably realized that I had a crush on him, or someone else did and he used me to show off. As another material for one of his stupid pranks.' you thought and breathed heavily.

"Soo... What happen?" Sam asked, interrupting the awkward silence between you. He could see that something had happened and it wasn't just sudden stomach pain and migraine the school reported to him.

You only shrugged your shoulders without even looking at him. You were too tired physically and mentally to come up with any excuses or to argue again as you did already this morning.

"Y/N... "He pressed, you just exhaled and rolled your eyes. Not now.

"Nothing ... can you just leave me alone?"

"Y/N/N tell me ..." He took his eyes off of the road and looked at you with concern.

"Where is Dad?" You asked him trying to drop the topic"Why did you pick me up?"

"He's still busy working on this vampire case, one of us had to stay doing the research" 'Of course, it's the hunt...' you thought. He always tends to put it before you... 'Maybe he was ashamed of me and wouldn't come for me?' an awful thought passed your mind. After all, he hardly ever comes to your school, and it's usually Sam who takes care of stuff like this.

"That busy?" You asked overwhelmed by all the thoughts of your dad. Him picking up the phone from your school and being annoyed, not concerned or confused, annoyed and tired. That image made your stomach shrink

"That busy."

***

After half an hour of awkward silence and concerned glances from your uncle. you finally got to the bunker. As you stepped through the door you grabbed your stomach to get some more dramatic effect on your appearance. Maybe if you looked physically miserable your dad wouldn't notice your bloodshot swollen eyes and hoarse voice.

"Dean, we're back!" Sam shouted as you started walking down the stairs. Instead of always running up and hugging your father, you rushed into your room without paying attention to your father or uncle.

Tears blurred most of your vision as you stormed through the bunker's halls. When you ran into your room, you slammed the heavy door behind you and lingered to your bed sobbing.

Your stomach turning and head pounding made you immediately lay down and weep more. Your thoughts ran from bad memories to even worse ones. Your mind was filled with a constant replay of the hallway incident. You felt like trash, even less than that. Your thoughts switched from reliving today's conversation to your mother. You blamed yourself. Every time you remembered it made you fall into that endless spiral of regret. Now you felt like you were the reason that she pulled the trigger that day.

You pressed a pillow to your mouth trying to suppress another sob that this memory brought, but you started to cry even more.

"You okay kiddo?" You heard your father's voice and immediately held your tears back. You pulled your nose and before you could answer your worried dad came into the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." You wiped tears from your cheeks and pulled up your legs, embracing them.

"You didn't come back home because of that stomach ace didn't ya?" Your father slowly sat down next to you and stroked you on the back "What happened?"

"It's about mom " You lied with such ease that you surprised even yourself. You missed her sometimes, it's true ... But it never hit you like Ashton's words today. You felt like now it was easier to talk about this than to open up to your dad about what happened today. "Is it my fault? " Saying what you've been thinking for years made you break down even more.

"Of Course, not Bug, why do you think that..." Your dad's voice broke down a bit as he pulled you in and stroked your head.

"I'm just... if I wasn't born... sh-she would be still with us wouldn't she?" You realized letting tears slide down your cheeks.

Because when so many people hate you, maybe the problem is you not them.

Maybe you weren't lying to him anymore but to yourself.

"Don't say that she did what she did... and I don't know why, but I'm sure, I know that she didn't do that because of you."

"You sure?" You pulled your nose and looked him in the eyes

"I'm sure"

You smiled faintly and he kissed you on the forehead.

"Take some rest... and maybe you can stay at home until you feel better... Okay?"

"Okay..." You said before Dean left the room and you exhaled with relief.

After a few minutes of lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, you approached your large mirror, the one you got from your dad for your last birthday. Seeing yourself in the mirror felt strange, wrong and made you feel sick. Maybe Ashton was right...

"Am I really that ugly?" You asked your reflection and went back to bed to cry for the rest of the day.

***

The next day you didn't eat anything, you threw away all the food you got into the trash cleverly avoiding eating with your father and uncle. Mostly because you didn't feel like it but also because of that tiny voice in your head, replaying what Ashton said.

Fatty

You even went to the store and bought a bathroom scale and some weights and a mat. A few times you got dizzy but you thought it proved something.

You could do it.

You were strong.

You could prove that douchebag wrong.

Every day was much worse than the previous one. Your days were a blend of counting burned calories, steps, food, and daily weighing. You measured time in lost pounds and skipped meals. Food, even more, the lack of it was the only thing you thought about.

Every calorie you've consumed, every comment from Ashton's friend group, you've written it down in your journal. As a testimony of some sort. A proof, that you could do it.

After two weeks of your 'diet', the bullying from the jocks stopped, as they've forgotten about the whole situation. But it didn't make you feel any better. At some point even though you deserved all that treatment, cause it was your fault wasn't it?

You had dark circles under your eyes even though you slept nine hours a day, you were still tired. No matter how much black coffee you drank every time you worked out you nearly fainted after 15 minutes.

During three weeks you dropped almost 25 pounds, of which half of the energy and the other of happiness.

You knew that your father and uncle noticed your weight loss, you could see their worried looks and hear the comments. Everything in your closet was too big for you at that point, so you only wore sweatpants and hoodies, you also hoped it would hide the massive difference in your appearance somehow.

That morning you went to the kitchen to drink some water. Every step you took felt so unsure and out of place, your legs felt like jelly and you knew any false step would make you fall.

When you came to the kitchen you smelled bacon and eggs, you saw uncle Sam and your dad preparing breakfast.

You must have looked like a vampire they were hunting because when Sam turned to you, the smile on his face turned into a worried grim.

"You okay bug?" Your father asked and you nodded. "We need to talk to you," he added as he stirred the eggs after a moment of silence. You felt your stomach shrink.

"Yeah?" You said as you sat at the counter next to Sam.

"When was the last time you ate?" You felt the world spinning around you. Your father glanced at your trembling hands as if trying to prove a point.

"Yesterday? I ate dinner with you" You tried to sound normal, even though your heart pounded more and more quickly in your chest.

"No you didn't, tell me when was the last time that you ate something?" Your father pushed. He was being too specific, something was off, but you knew you just had to play it cool.

"I told-" you stopped when you saw your uncle holding your journal. You looked at your father again... he knew, he probably read everything. Things that have happened since you came back home crying ... your weight track, calorie intake... everything.

Shame hit you like a bullet, fear filled your chest and you felt like you had something stuck in your throat. You looked down and admitted.

"Five days ago" you mumbled

You didn't want to look them in the eyes. You were already imagining their disappointment, your dad's screams. What will they do? Will they force you to eat? You already felt sick even smelling that bacon.

"Y/N" You didn't want to lookup

"Y/N... baby" You couldn't look into your dad's eyes. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you raised your head still not looking at your father.

"I'm not mad" he said and you finally decided to look at him. His worried teary eyes and soft smile made you crumble.

You broke down completely as you felt your father embrace you, gently pulling you to his chest, allowing you to let it all out.

"I'm- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" you cried into his torso.

You didn't even know what you were apologizing for. Lying? Hurting yourself? Distancing from your friends and family? You knew you owed an apology.

"Hey, baby look at me," He said as his voice broke down, you looked at him again, allowing yourself to take in all the pain, worry, and guilt in his eyes. You knew he blamed himself, as you did for mom. And that has hurt you the most.

"It's not your fault" You nodded as he kissed your head "Not mom, not school, not what's been happening, none of this is you hear me?" You tried to blink away the tears to see his face better. "Nothing that these insecure, selfish, stupid son of a bitch kids said is true, you hear me?"

You let out a sob and nodded again. The weight on your chest felt a little lighter when your dad held you in his arms.

" You're strong, intelligent, and beautiful, and don't even try to deny it, 'cause you're goddamn Y/N Winchester" You chuckled as he almost shouted your name, he made it sound so special, so right. You felt like it had some kind of worth first time in a while.

" I know it doesn't feel like it right now, and it might not for a while" You turned to your uncle as he placed his hand on your shoulder. "It will take time, but you'll learn to see yourself as we do, you'll learn to know your worth" He smiled gently and you exhaled letting your breath calm down.

"And we will take it to step by step" Your dad added "Me, you and Sam, one day at a time." You chuckled as your dad kissed your cheek.

The pressure that has built up for weeks in your body became less and less terrible with each embrace.

One day at a time.

Masterlist.

#supernatural #imagine #supernatural imagine #supernatural sister imagine #supernatural daughter imagine #dean #sam #dean winchester #sam winchester #oneshot #fic #Winchester #reader!sister #dean!father #reader!daughter #dean x reader #sam x reader

[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap one shot #sapnap oneshot #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #honey answers #my lovely anon #sapnap fanfic #bubblyhoneyfics

[mammss]

domestic life with the bros headcannons!! (GN MC)

a/n: thank you for all the likes and reposts on my mammon headcannon posts I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!

i was imagining doing headcannon posts for the others but could really only think of like one thing for each so i scratched the idea and wanted to make this!!!

also i thought abt it and i feel like most of the brothers would live with you in the human world if you wanted to live there so expect that

IM ALSO SORRY FOR NOT INCLUDING ASMO AND BELPHIE I REALLY HAD A HARD TIME THINKING OF HEADCANNONS FOR THEM

but i hope you still enjoy my luvs<3

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lucifer:

this is lucifer we’re talking about you know which on wakes up first

but sometimes he’ll surprise you and sleep in a little bit cuddling you and just admiring your pretty sleeping face

that image puts a smile on his face every time

this relationship is basically lucifer works you stay home and look pretty

(unless you have a job, he’ll understand but he’ll make sure you come home before him so he can open the door to you welcoming him and giving him a big hug)

since he’s a busy man he doesn’t have time for breakfast unless you make him but he never leaves the house without his lunch you make him and a kiss

he’s a little child but you love him so you don’t mind

he’s thinking about you all day expect texts from him just checking in on you or asking what you and his brothers are up to

(he may be ok on the outside but on the inside he’s jealous that he doesn’t get to be around you all the time like his brothers. texting you is just his way of virtually being with you)

on rare occasions after work he’ll bring home a bouquet of your favorite flowers and say some cheesy line that never fails to bring a smile to both of your faces

after dinner you both sit in his office talking about each other’s day and make small talk

this makes lucifer do his work faster because he wants to spend real time with you so after finishing it he plays a new record he got the other day and you hold each other tightly dancing the night away

mammon:

you two can never get up in the morning because mammon adores cuddling you

he’s like a mama bear protecting his baby cub so take that as a warning you will be late for all morning activities/work

but on the off chance you wake up early mammon either is making breakfast for you to eat in bed, coming back with coffee/tea or is taking a shower

sometimes he’s cooking hint sometimes only because his cooking is kinda bad. i also wanna think that human world cooking is slightly different than devildom cooking

(in the human world mammon is a househusband it’s my headcannon)

if mammon doesn’t have a job he’ll stay home and think of ways to make money while also trying his best to clean the house

and totally not missing you and thinking about you and possibly stealing you stuff to pretend you’re still at home with him

when you get home mammon can be seen acting like a puppy reacting to his owner coming home hugging and kissing you(he just loves you<3)

as tradition you guys spend the night eating dinner, watching a movie cuddling and talking about your day

levi:

the only reason levi wakes up before you is for livestreams, mobile game rewards and to sometimes surprise you like making you coffee/tea or making breakfast for the both of you

his idea of breakfast is either sugary cereal or some sort of pop tart/toaster strudel you know?

that’s why you always have to make breakfast lunch and dinner unless you wanna eat takeout and junk food for the rest of your life

because levi is an otaku he would have a lot of careers he could focus on the most popular one being a streamer

when levi tells you he wants to live in the human world expect a LOT of requests for living arrangements

like for example he needs extra rooms for his figurines, possible streaming room, if you think henry and lotan aren’t moving in with you then guess again massive pool anyone??? he also wouldn’t mind a movie theater in the house as well :)

just like mammon when you get home he’s excited to see you again because he feels like a decade passed since he last saw you

you decide to order takeout again and levi tells you about this new anime he discovered (you know living in the human world and such) so with your takeout in one hand and levi’s hand in the other you both cuddle watching anime until you inevitably fall asleep on the couch

satan:

you both wake up at the same time i wanna say but satan might beat you to the punch because he may or may not have been reading the entire night or woke up early and started reading

always expect tea on your nightstand every morning and kisses from satan waking you from your slumber

you both make breakfast together everyday listening to jazz music or classical and sometimes dancing around the kitchen just laughing satan spinning you around both of you truly enjoying each other’s company

satan wants a fresh start living in the human world and such

even though is name is a dead giveaway

so he works at a bookstore maybe like barnes and nobles but i wanna say he works at a little library not known and enjoys the piece and quite while reading a new shipment of books they just got

when you come home from work you see satan sitting in his usual chair reading welcoming you home

you make tea for the both of you and sit on his lap resting your head on his/his shoulders while you talk about each other’s day or you sit there in silence soaking up each other’s presence

beel:

i know i basically said for all of these that the brothers wake up first but when it comes to beel he really only wakes up first for two reasons one to eat and two to go to the gym

you know beel’s gone because your personal heater is gone and without him in bed with your basically freezing your butt off sorry mc

you both cook meals together it not only makes beel happy that he’s eating but food is basically his love language so both of you cooking together giggling and talking makes him happy more than you’ll ever know

speaking of food beel will always do the chores especially grocery shopping

the only way beel is moving to the human world is if belphie is coming to. no if, ands, or buts about it. he doesn’t have to live in the same home as you guys but the twins are a package deal mc you should of known that from the start

if you do decide to move to the human world i feel like beel would work as a florist or a baker or that’s what i want to believe anyways

i feel like it would be something nice and relaxing for him and he would definitely come home with tons of flowers and be like “here mc i got these for you 🥺🤲” or he would come home and be like “mc i made these today at the bakery and i made extra so you and belphie could have some🥺🤲”

like i said before the twins are a packaged deal so the three of you definitely have meals together everyday

you don’t understand mc the idea of you, him, and belphie together eating it makes his whole heart swell with happiness this is something he only thought could happen in his dreams he never thought it would happen in real life

and if you decide to have kids... he could just cry right then and there HE CANT HANDLE THE CUTENESS AND THE FAMILY DINNERS WITH UNCLE BELPHIE AND YOU MC YOU’RE KILLING HIM

have a wonderful mother’s day y’all if you celebrate it and i hope you like this post!!! i probably won’t do asmo and belphie separately just because i really couldn’t think of headcannons for them lolz

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