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unabashednightmarepizza · 8 months

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒

Tagging: @augustwithquills , @bloody-mf-bsc

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Y/N Y/L/N: This man unsettles me. Why the hell do you smile at me like a proud kid looking at his mom for praise?

We filmed the most gut-wrenching, soul-wrecking traumatic scene for your character.

You just know what you will be doing to the fans. You know their pain, and enjoy it and they are gonna come after you for therapy bills. Hope you are rich.

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User5: Freddy is just a sneaky cat. That's it. That's my comment.

User7: I don't wanna know the scene... yet again I have a guess .

User9: There is water... And Kaz's trauma includes water... We are, guys, once again...

User6: doomed. As usual.

User4: It's usual at this point, like I can't go on with my day without at least one tiny bit of drama

User3: Once again, mother Y/N is right. We all hope you are rich ASF Freddy.

freddycarter1: I could make Y/N pay for them?? She is the reason you guys cry

Y/N Y/L/N: don't bring me into this, Freddy. It's your fault, you have to deal with it. Or... I can tell your wife that you are bullying me😎

freddycarter1: you wouldn't dare! My wife loves me!

Y/N Y/L/N: Maybe... Not as much as me tho😉

User12: the way Y/N doesn't just conquer the women cast members' hearts but the male cast's wives as well...

User5: Teach us where this rizz comes from Y/N!

User6: Just Y/N and Ben casually making us fall in love with them

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Y/N Y/L/N: More memes!

1. Freddy is my one true love, and more attentive and mature and cares more about me.( this is definetly not my amazing,handsome, attentive and bullied boyfriend whom I should pay more attention to.)

2. This is what I was talking about! Look at hım and tell me you wouldn't immediately accept whatever mindblowing War crime he wants to commit together?

3. The only surprise element here is that I paid for the tickets... Even if they were the ones who went to to cinema.

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User1: Ben is being a gremlin again by taking her phone... Again.

Y/N Y/L/N: See? Everyone else is very mad at you benbarnes 😒

User5: Y/N show some love to poor boi 😭

User9: Ben is struggling so much djsjsh

User8: he is like a puppy following her around dnjd Have you seen the BTS of shadow and bone? He is always looming behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse 🥹🤭

User4: We love men who respects and shows his love openly to their lover😎

User6: Istg they want me to put a toast in the tub and live there like that by how cute they are being... look at her giggles and wide smile through her Insta posts after they got together and say otherwise

User9: They really are the best for each other and they are so cute, so supportive of each other and you can also see the Ben's grin is wider and shinier too!

User14: Being the "sugar mommy" of them is Y/N's fate now...

freddycarter1: I didn't hear any complaints from her.

User2: She has all the tittles now, the only one missing is... The Milf 💫

User14: That could change at any moment and we wouldn't know...

User3: 😳

Y/N Y/L/N: First all, no one can be like me... Or else you would be in constant hunger because you two can't cook to save your lives.

benbarnes: my cooking isn't that bad... Right?

Y/N Y/L/N: Could have been worse.

User6: Y/N does he use that kicked puppy eyes on you too?

Y/N Y/L/N: Whenever he wants kisses... Which means all the time. But I have no complaints, I love kissing hım.

User6: So it works?

Y/N Y/L/N: It works wonders.

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Y/N Y/L/N: Not my fault that they are living moods

1: Me, when they show me the most shocking, spectacular,eye-burning, gut-wrenching,soul-wrecking, traumatic script ever

2. Also me, whenever I look at my boys. And yes, though I always say I hate them here, I love them all so much. I'd probably commit arson for them if they asked but... Yeah.

3. Yes, you saw it right. He took my phone again 😑Like,why do you have your's if you always use mine?

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freddycarter1: does that script include us??

Y/N Y/L/N: I don't know...😳🤐

jacktwolfe: I say we give her candy she loves so she can't resist and then take the script and run away when she isn't looking 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: Jack what the fuck? Get out of your Wylan head.

User5: I'M BEGGING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, Y/N HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS😭

User8: indeed, we finally saw that she had a heart and It's full of love for the boys too... Just not as much as the women

freddycarter1: mind you, this is the best thing that had ever been told to me... I STILL prefer Ben tho

Y/N Y/L/N: All my hardwork was for nothing... But legit anyways, I'd choose my baby too

User5: does it ever bother how Freddy is just you in another font, Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: He can do all he wants... I'm the only one who sees Ben in... different light🤭

User6: HOLY SMOKES-

User9: Y/N just casually dropping hints on their private life is just... Golden djsndbdv

User1: Fr she and Freddy are fighting for Ben's hand jddjjd

User7: Considering the rest of the books and knowing all the scenes by heart now... And adding Y/N cinematography...

User1: we're doomed.

User6: Will go and make a confession to the local church now, for the person I'll become when that happens

Y/N Y/L/N: Calahan is keeping me in a headlock so that I would backdown from my heart-tearing plans... I HAVE YOUR PICTURES WITH A TIARA AND TUTUS, FREDDY AND CALAHAN! Don't make me share them

User5: Poor Y/N... Keep doing it Calahan, just a few more minutes, I live close to her. I can just grab that script and run away

freddycarter1: benbarnes please leash your chihuahua of a girlfriend before we spoil your plans

Y/N Y/L/N: what surprise? Ben is planning something behind my back?? benbarnes, what do you have to defend yourself? 🤨

benbarnes: I will kill you when I'm done running from my girlfriend, Carter...

Y/NandBen.fanpage: GUYS GUYS GUYS, I THINK IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMG-

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Y/N Y/L/N: GUESS WHO IS BECOMING A BARNES?🤭

Oh, and @ user3? You are a Seer, that's for sure. Thank you for calling dibs on our marriage, lovie!

And to everyone who always said we were cheaters: İt must SUCK to be with yall because you don't trust your lovers! 😎🫳🎤

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benbarnes: You are so beautiful, my ex-girlfriend...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop saying that, idiot... And, oh... I am beautiful? 🥹🤭

User6: OMG CRYING, SHITTING TEARS WTF THIS IS SO CUTE DJDJSJS

User9: Y/N and Ben are both melting for each other and OMG I'm crying too 🥹

User5: for a fact, I just know that these two cried and still is crying tons while cuddling and reading our messages

Y/N Y/L/N: Do you have cameras in our house??

User7: SOMEONE MAKE SURE USER3 IS ALIVE BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WOULDN'T BE IF BEN AND Y/N MENTIONED ME

User3: I'M INDEED NOT OKAY I'M ALIVE BUT BARELY BREATHING WTF I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS

User6: YOU ARE LIVING OUR DREAMS!! *shake shoulder harshly* HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE THE IT GIRL?!

User8: Someone keep that fucking hater away from here or else there will be millions, including celebrities, who will throw hands!

User2: I think they will not be here because if mother Y/N dissed me like that, I would have found a hole and never get out.

User5: When I tell you I am at my granny's funeral and trying so hard to control my giggles... THE FIGHT IS REAL

User8: We have a holy knight here, hang in there sis! We still need to see their wedding photos!

User10: what's even funnier is that "Ben Barnes I hope you can fight" tag is trending in Twitter lol

blakelively: look at that excited smile! Finally, you are joining the married life! Welcome to club 🤭

User4: Today folks, we all can rest in peace for we achieved what we always wanted for 3 years 😌

amita_suman: beautiful people ❤️ Love you both so much!

freddycarter1: Does that mean we call her Barnes too?

jessie_mei_li: Yes, since they are the mom and dad 😒 Is that even a question?

kittheyounger: we are all united under one holy flag: The Barnes' Holy Kingdom

User15: After 3 years, Ben Barnes finally put that ring on her finger. A day to celebrate for years to come indeed.

tchalamet: Congrats to my favourite director!

Y/N Y/L/N: Don't let Greta hear that Ti 😉

tchalamet: she would say the exact same

User17: DAYUMN THAT RING IS THE SAME SIZE AS MY HEAD HOW RICH ARE YOU BEN?!

User16: Just like that, we achieved it. Now, there is one last thing needed: A mini Ben-Y/N

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity imagine #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebs #celebrity #instagram au #fluff

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Empress Momo is a menace. She always gets what she wants, and.if she wants you, then she will. No one can say otherwise, not even you. In the beginning, she tried being nice. She tried to invite you over to her palace for playdates, tried to invite you to play princess while she played your Knight in shining armour. But you refused her, telling her that you're busy playing with the new parrot a Prince had gifted you.

You... refused her. You refused her. You refused her. You refused her. You refused her-

It hurt her. A lot. So, when you weren't looking, she took your parrot and snapped its neck with her hands.

That got your attention. Toddler you were pretty inconsolable, tears dribbling down your face as you held onto your nanny Inko's hand for dear life.

Momo saw the perfect opportunity to strike. She took your hand and patted it. "Its in heaven right now, with your mom." And when you asked tearfully "Really?" She nodded. "Of course. I bet its telling your mom about you." And from then on, you two became friends.

Momo had noticed that if she couldn't get your attention nicely, she'll go down the sour route to have it. But make no mistake, she will have it.

She has swatted away many of your suitors and admirers. Be it by bribery, or by threats. Has she ever killed them? A few, but it was kinda their fault when she caught them talking about their disgusting fantasies they'd wanna do to you. It was simply unacceptable. No one, NO ONE is allowed to even think of you like that. No one, but her.

Oh yes. Momo has many fantasies of you. But she doesn't want to force you to obey her, she wants you to crave it. Wants you to beg to be by her side, wants you to crawl if you have to when she calls for you. Wants you to be just as obsessed with her as she is with you.

And she takes advantage of your trust- of your naive nature. You just think that she's intimidating or confusing when she pushes you against the wall, her hand wrapped around your throat, as she tells you that she's just measuring your neck. You're thinking of a necklace, she's making a collar.

Perhaps one of the most pleasing things Momo has discovered is pinching you. It discourages you from doing whatever she thought was unnecessary/dangerous. Be it talking to other people or even simple things like smiling to someone.

Momo loves painting for many reasons. Most of them being you.

Like not staying still as she paints you. You were already hesitant to even be a model for her, but then she told you she wanted to be a better painter and demanded you take off all your clothes (you managed to convinceher to let you keep your underwear on). You knew she was a spectacular artist so you agreed to help, but was it really necessary for her to put you in this awkward pose for so long?

The awkward pose being- sprawled on her bed, head down, ass up, back arched, and face to the side.

"Momo~" you whined. "Are you done? I'm getting tired!"

"Stop moving, doll. You're gonna make me mess up." Momo reprimanded.

You huffed. "I don't care! I'm tired and I wanna go home!" You began getting up, only to have your head shoved back down into the mattress.

"I said-" Momo continued pushing your head into the bed. "-Stop. Moving."

When you finally did, Momo sighed as she moved towards your behind. She began putting pillows under you belly, giving your knees a little rest and support. "See? I can take care of you if you just listen. However, if you continue being a brat-" She pinched the fat of your butt cheek, making you whine painfully. "-I won't be as nice. Do you understand, princess?"

She let go when you nodded, rubbing the reddened area with her fingers.

"Are you always this selfish?" You asked, lips turning into a scowl as she placed you in her desired pose.

Momo smirked and patted your bottom. "When it comes to you, yes."

#yandere royal gay au #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere momo #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere dad hawks #yandere dad dabi

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storiesofsvu · 9 months

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Heavy Hearts Ch 14

Casey Novak x reader (previous and eventual) warnings: language, minor alcohol consumption, hurt, toxic family.

At this point it felt like all you could do was go through the motions, silently accepting whatever fate it was that the universe held for you. You were so downtrodden it didn’t really matter anymore; you were a shell of a human being at this point, barely hearing what your parents were saying while you discussed the move to the Lexington’s along with the rest of your future over breakfast. You barely felt your father kiss the top of your head before disappearing to work, your mother continuing to lecture as she pretended to clean the kitchen before you were finally able to disappear upstairs.

It didn’t take long to get your things packed; you’d basically been living out of suitcases until you were to head back to Boston anyways. Considering your change of lifestyle if you were staying in DC you filled another bag with the rest of your clothes, the dresses, the fancier pieces of your wardrobe that you knew you’d need for garden parties, galas and the like. You were honestly surprised when Brock knocked at your bedroom door, greeting you with a warm smile and a half-caff latte, asking what he could help with, part of you had assumed he would simply send one of his drivers over. Instead you were met with someone who was actually interested in you and your life, while your plan had been to just bring clothes and the personal items you’d brought home from school, you ended up going through a few boxes of things packed up from your childhood. You surprised yourself as you laughed over an elementary school yearbook, photo albums that your parents had kept from birthday parties and the like. Packing became a task left forgotten, Brock’s arm loosely around your waist as the two of you sat on the edge of your bed looking back on memories of happier times where responsibilities and real life problems didn’t exist.

“Our kid’s gonna have spectacular birthdays.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“They better.” You replied with a small laugh, flipping the album shut, “I expect multiple bouncy houses.”

“The yard will be filled with bouncy houses darlin, believe me.”

“Yeah?” You asked, standing from the bed as he did.

“Yeah.” His hand cupped at your cheek, thumb softly stroking at your skin, “hey, I know this is scary, but we’re gonna have the best kid, and they’re gonna have the best life. I promise.” He ducked down to kiss your cheek quickly, “let’s get these bags out to the car.”

“Oh, I can take—” You reached out for one and he chuckled.

“I’ve got it sweetheart, can’t have you doing any heavy lifting right now.” His hand rubbed over your stomach for a moment too long and you felt a jolt shoot through you, a wave of nausea accompanying it. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You flashed him a tight smile, “let’s go.”

He was a few steps ahead of you when you reached the door, taking the bags that had accumulated there out to the car while you’d stopped to talk to Larissa. She reminded you that she would always be there to talk, to support you and you thanked her for that. You heard the sound of a car on the gravel and your brow scrunched as you looked out onto the driveway, your head tilting at the sight of your brother half jogging up the steps.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked and his hand shot out to your left one, pulling it up into his eyeline before looking up at you bewilderedly.

“So it’s true?”

“What?”

“Mom called all ecstatic about the engagement announcement, saying how happy she was that it was going to be a double announcement. What the fuck?!”

“Wow, I know it’s not exactly ideal but I’d expect a congratulations at the very least.” You huffed, tugging your hand out of his.

“A congratulations is in order when you’re happy about something. You cannot tell me you’re happy about this!”

“Ethan…” you looked up at him with tired eyes, “please. I don’t have the energy to do this anymore. I’m pregnant, with his kid.”

“So what about Harvard?”

“It’s not just about me anymore.” You took a breath, ducking your gaze before looking back up at him, “only caring about myself went out the window the moment that test came back positive. The only thing I have to worry about now is making sure this baby has the life that it deserves. One with two parents, a full family, grandparents, happy Christmases, fun birthdays… If I need to sacrifice part of myself, things that make me happy, then so be it. What I want is no longer important, it’s all for the baby.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? You sound insane.” He scoffed, “just get out of here, now. Hell I’ll drive you to the airport myself.”

“Ethan I can’t!”

“You’re not trapped here.” He urged and you rolled your eyes.

“I am. If I leave, mom and dad are locking my bank account.”

“So? I’ll help you.”

“And what? You think they won’t figure that out? It’s not like they’d just give you my trust fund. Once they realized you were helping me you’d get cut off too, and you’ve got a whole life a head of you, wedding, honeymoon, Sarah… please… you don’t need to worry about me and the mistakes I’ve made. I’m fine. Things are going to be fine. I’ve just got a new life path that I need to follow.” You shrugged, “whether you support it or not is up to you.” You gently shoved passed him, pausing on the steps when you heard him speak again.

“What the hell happened to you?”

You turned back, a look of near betrayal on your features as you studied him for a moment, “I came home. Because you wanted me to.”

Ethan let out a scoff, shaking his head as anger surged through him, “that’s fucking cold. Are you really blaming me for everything happening to you just because you couldn’t keep your fucking legs closed?! I didn’t do any of this. You fucked your life up all on your own!”

“Oh fuck you Ethan!”

“Fuck me? Fuck you! I mean, look at you, you’ve become one of them, you’re never going to be better than any of the trophy wives you constantly claim you hate. So go! Go live your picture perfect life like some bimbo.”

“I thought you had my back…” You muttered, trying to ignore the emotions surging through you.

“I don’t even know you anymore.” It was his turn to push passed you as he jogged off to his car, leaving you to huff out a breath before traipsing down the steps to Brock’s.

“Everything okay?” He asked as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Can we just go?” You replied, trying to hold back the shake in your voice, bracing your elbow on the window sill, your eyeline directed out of it. You felt the warmth of Brock’s hand gently squeezing your thigh and in that moment the comfort of that gesture was exactly what you needed. Your free hand actually reached out, slipping your hand into his and squeezing softly, in return he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as he shifted the car into drive. “Thank you.” You murmured.

The drive over to his place wasn’t long, not far from your parents house and once he pulled up you offered to help but he quickly declined, kissing your forehead insisting that he and the housekeeper had things handled. The guest house was gorgeous, entering into the open living room on the left, island and kitchen on the right, a long hallway past that connecting to another three bedrooms, a home office and a back entrance to the yard. While it wasn’t exactly how you were expecting to spend the next year, you couldn’t really complain. Brock had taken your bags into the main bedroom, leaving you at the island as you contemplated over the argument with your brother, wondering how much of it he actually meant. He suddenly wrapped around you from behind, a soft kiss pressed to the side of your neck.

“You alright?” He asked, turning you in his arms, “what happened back there?”

“Ethan being a fucking dick.” You replied with a huff, ducking your gaze and his hand gently titled your face up to his.

“Hey… brothers can be assholes sometimes. And I mean…he was always kind of a dick.”

“I know.” You let out a breath, “I get that sometimes he doesn’t understand my life, but… the shit he said today pushed way worse than he usually would.” When you glanced back up at him you couldn’t help the tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh sweetheart.” His hand squeezed at yours, “you don’t have to talk to him anymore if you don’t want to. I get it, Archer’s a fucking moron too. If you don’t want Ethan around I’ll make sure he stays away.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s my job too protect you now, right?” He stated and you let out a watery laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I guess so.”

“Then I’m gonna do it.”

“Thank you.” You repeated, “I just…. God.. I thought he actually gave a shit. He was the last person I thought had my back.”

“Hey…. Hey…” Brock’s hands softly squeezed at your shoulders, “I’ve got you okay?” He waited until you looked up at him, a genuine look in his eyes as he cupped your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears, “I know your parents made some ridiculous rules and I think it’s beyond fucking stupid they’re not letting you finish your degree because you’re brilliant. I told them I’d happily go out to Boston with you but they turned it down.”

You felt your heart nearly stop in your chest, looking up at him bewildered, “you…. You would do that for me?”

“Sweetheart…” he stroked at your cheek, “I would do anything for you.”

“Oh…” you gazed off into the distance, “I guess I never really realized…”

“How crazy I was about you?” He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you, “you, and now this baby? You’re my entire world, you’re all that matters.” He kissed your forehead gently, “now how about dinner? You must be hungry?

“Oh what?” You laughed, “you’re actually going to cook?”

“I mean if you want something fancy I’ll call a chef.” He laughed back, moving into the kitchen, “but I was thinking something easy. You still love grilled cheese?”

“Uh.. yeah..” You smiled, a warmth blooming through your chest, “yeah I do. I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“Well,” Brock moved toward you, kissing your temple once again before nudging you toward the living room, “how about you go get comfortable, I’ll get dinner ready.”

You settled into the corner of the couch, flicking through the channels until you found something worth watching, the sounds of Brock clattering around in the kitchen behind you. You briefly heard him muttering on the phone in between sizzles of the stove and it wasn’t much longer he was rounding the side of the couch, plate of food set onto the coffee table and he handed you a large mug of tea that you thanked him for. He returned a moment later with the second plate and a beer for himself, making himself comfortable on the couch beside you. There wasn’t much for conversation, attentions on the television and you were, once again, utterly lost in your own mind. You felt like you were living in a simulation, like none of this was actually real and maybe you were about to wake up and be back at Harvard. That all of this was some insane stress dream thanks to exams and end of year papers. You finished your dinner, leaning back against the couch and your body nearly tensed when Brock tossed an arm around you, his fingers tickling at the skin between your shirt and pants.

“Mom set up a doctors appointment for you tomorrow.” He commented, picking up his second beer, “gotta make sure everything’s healthy, get you on the right vitamins.”

“Thanks.” You replied with a sigh.

“You want your mom there?”

“Ugh, no.” You grumbled and he chuckled, “she’ll just end up trying to control everything and then we’ll start fighting and that never ends well.”

“Well my mom offered to go if you wanted that instead?” He glanced down at you, a small smile on his face and you let out a little breath, “might be nice having someone who’s gone through this already in the room. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m pretty clueless.”

“Uh… yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.”

“She’ll be thrilled.” He tugged you closer to him, leaving a kiss on the top of your head and you were fine with that for a moment before his hand began to wander, disappearing under the hem of your shirt. At first, considering the conversation you were hoping it was just going to rest on your stomach, but his fingers began tickling higher and you took the opportunity you had to slip out of his grasp. Picking up the dishes from the table you stepped around the couch,

“Listen, I’m pretty wiped. It’s been a long day, I need to shower still, I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Moving through the kitchen you made sure everything found its way into the dishwasher before glancing up over the island.

“I could always join you in the shower?” Brock offered with a cocked brow and you let out an awkward laugh.

“Not… tonight.”

“Your loss.” He grinned, “make yourself at home darlin’, I’ll probably be up late.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You mustered up a smile for him before quickly disappearing down the hallway.

In the midst of the bomb going off you’d missed a very key part of what becoming engaged to Brock Lexington would involve. You’d accepted that you would never get you law degree, you figured it would be feasible to play the role of trophy wife, of the doting stay at home mom once your baby got here. You’d show up to the events, smile for the cameras, likely end up on playdates with other parents whose aspirations were completely the opposite of yours. And you’d accepted all of that, you were willing to make those sacrifices. But Brock was going to want something more, the something that had gotten you in this situation in the first place. Your saving grace up to this point was that you had zero memory of having sex with him, it was as if it never happened, you were able to ignore it.

You let out a shudder as you stepped into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before you stripped down and got into the shower, scrubbing a little extra tonight. You were smart, you could handle this, figure out an array of excuses to keep his hands off you. He was a politician, more than half of them cheated on their so called perfect wives all the time. You said a silent prayer that he would keep to his sleezy ways and fall into that pile with the rest of them.

Once you were sure you couldn’t get any cleaner, and exhaustion really was taking over you dried yourself off with the fluffiest of towels and tugged on your pyjamas, wandering back into the bedroom. You could hear the tv still playing off in the living room as you slipped under the covers, letting out a sigh as you dropped back into the plush bed. You tried to keep the thoughts and emotions at bay, which wasn’t hard at this point, you were so incredibly numb to all of it so you were able to curl up into a ball and let sleep takeover. You weren’t sure how many hours later it was when you felt the bed dip with Brock’s weight, rousing you ever so slightly from your dreams. An arm was loosely tossed around your waist and you were back asleep before you could even move.

It had been nearly two months since Casey had said her tearful goodbye to you outside the dorms at Harvard and she was finally at the point where grief seemed to no longer be eating away at her. She’d been able to throw herself into work, though she knew she was indulging in a little bit too much wine in the evenings. Her parents had suggested a weekend out in the Hampton’s to enjoy the summer weather and she’d gone along with it. The ocean was calming, the sound of the waves often soothing her to sleep each night and the running paths were the best early in the morning before the rest of the town started their lazy days. She was just coming back from one of said runs, closing the door quietly behind her as she kicked off her shoes, wandering through the house to the kitchen.

“Hey.” She greeted her parents, pulling down a cup to fill up with water before she circled around to the table as they returned her greetings. The daily paper was spread across the table and thanks to her work interning and future career, she’d been keeping up with the going ons in the world. As she dropped down into an empty chair she reached out, pulling a section that her parents were done with toward her.

“Oh sweetheart!” Grace immediately reached out, “don’t…”

“Why?” She questioned back, flipping through the paper, “big whoop, the Calhoun’s hosted another silent auction, that’s a biweekly experience.” She laughed, flipping the page over, pulling the paper out of reach of her mother as she tried to grab at it.

That was when she saw it, your face staring back up at her. Her brow furrowed, eyes flitting up to the title of the article and she felt her heart sinking all the way into the pit of her stomach. You were on the arm of who she could only guess was Brock, she recognized your brother from a picture you’d had up in the dorm, assuming Sarah was the girl beside him. The entire thing was an over the top, braggy double engagement announcement.

“You can’t be serious…” She muttered, scanning through the article.

“I told you we should have thrown it out.” Ben grumbled, glancing towards his wife who rolled her eyes.

“She would’ve found out anyways.” She turned to Casey, “I guess this confirms the cheating suspicion…”

“Yeah..” Casey mumbled, her eyes examining you, as if she could get verbal answers from a black and white photo, “part of me was holding onto this little hope that I was just going crazy.” She continued reading through the announcement, “wait… she’s not coming back to school?”

“What?” Grace asked.

“It says here she’s moved in with him, that she’s staying in DC. I mean that’s where his career is, but what about hers? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe she’s finishing her degree out there.” Ben offered, squeezing at her shoulder, “at least this means you won’t have to see her all the time at school this year.”

“I guess.” Casey huffed, dropping back into the chair as the paper fell to the table in front of her.

If you’d asked her, she’d admit that there was a tiny glimmer still in her heart. One that, despite being angry and feeling incredibly hurt with how you’d ended things was holding on to the thought of the two of you running into each other at Harvard. That you’d be able to reconcile, that her fragile heart would be able to handle it and that she would be able to trust you again. She knew the moment she said she never wanted to hear from you again that it was likely you were going to move on with your life, that you would eventually meet someone else and she would have to deal with seeing you with them, happy like she’d imagined you could have been together. She just wasn’t prepared for it to be so soon, for you to have already moved on with a ring on your finger.

“I need to shower.” She muttered, letting out a heavy sigh before she pushed away from the table.

“Case!” Grace called out before she could hit the bottom of the stairs, “I know it seems hopeless right now but you’ll find your happy ever after. I promise.”

“Yeah..” She managed back a small smile before bounding up the stairs to try and erase the image of your face from her brain yet again. She wondered if it was always going to be like this. That every time she had managed to start to forget you, you would pop back up in her life in some way, even more so, she wondered if she was going to be able to handle that. How you’d so effortlessly cut her out of your life and moved on she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to understand.

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Just came from theaters. Thoughts (spoiler heavy) under the "Keep Reading."

I pretty much expected the narrative to be the safest, straightest Point A-to-Point B plot. Being a ninety minute film (which my bladder thanks, because I can't watch movies past the two hour mark in theaters without rushing to the restroom nowadays), it never stays in one place or dilemma for long; this film is snappy. Everybody takes things at face value amazingly quick and advance the plot with little struggle. It's kind of odd, because normally this would bother me WAY more since the emotional impact of the protagonist's personal arc should have that gravitate (this film needed maybe like, an extra ten minutes), but I think having a paper thin plot that runs entirely in speedrun mode probably saved it more than killed. It is right to the point, says what it needs to, establishes and answers, and then moves on. I think having a laser focus goal (Mario and Luigi ends up in the Mushroom Kingdom, Peach needs to save it from Bowser, they go kick his ass) means all the little scenes that we do are crucial to the overall movie instead of pointless meandering. The action-y part of the film get to linger the most, which are spectacular to see, though I would have sacrificed a few minutes of it for some introspection. I guess I shouldn't have expected much from an Illumination film, let alone Nintendo's default flagship. When you have a brand as big as Mario (he's pretty much gaming's Mickey Mouse, after all), it makes sense this movie is just... the most Okay Thing Ever. At the very least, it does mean the movie didn't get gross out humors or Mario spouting dated catchphrases, though the pop songs playing in the background DO stick out by contrast, even if it's another thing I'd expect from a mainstream western animated movie.

Probably the biggest jaw drop is not the isekai route (I'm 36, I grew up with American Nintendo lore where Mario and Luigi were originally from Brooklyn and I'm still grateful the movie paid tribute to it because damn it, I find that aspect of Mario Lore interesting, non-canonical my ass!) , but that they have... parents. Nay, a FAMILY. Mario and Luigi have always BEEN Mario and Luigi. We see their parents from the knee down and cloaked in shadows in Yoshi's Island, but that was literally a couple of screens post-credit; we never see their faces or catch their names or anything. Even the 1993 Mario movie only had Mario and Luigi - their parents were non-essentials. Imagine my shock to see they have A Mom and Dad. What the fuck? And not just parents, they have a whole extended family living under one roof (like any true Italians, of course.) I wanna know who these other folks are. Uncles? Cousins? There's a baby there. Mario and Luigi's cousin? Is the old guy their grandpa??? Help, I don't know what to do with this information. How do I take in Mario and Luigi having an actual family?

Pauline has a brief speaking role and it looks like she's in an important position. I'm guessing she's NYC's mayor. Does she know Mario in this continuity?

I see you there, Charles Martinet, voicing a character who looks like Mario, but it isn't Mario. ;D

Speaking of family, holy SHIT, this movie also clarified whether Donkey Kong was Cranky's son or grandson. It's the first! Granted, this might be true for THIS film only, but it's nice to hear someone lay out their relationship out loud!

It is absolutely to no one's surprise that the stand-out role is Jack Black's Bowser. Every scene he's in, he nails. He delivers with so much gusto and enthusiasm - this man clearly loved playing this guy. Dude gets a piano solo in the middle of the film (a love song to his beloved Peach, of course) because Christ, man, if you're gonna use Jack Black, then you gotta use every part of that buffalo!

I've already accepted that Peach is just the oddball humanoid out in the Marioverse long before canon established Mario and Luigi as Mushroom Kingdom originators, too. But the movie does something interesting and goes out of their way to explain why she's the only human in a sea of Toads. I imagine this could be potential material for the sequel. Like Mario, it's also hinted she, too is from Earth, before accidentally wandering into the Mushroom Kingdom as a baby. I have so many questions how this kid walked into a pipe located in a very obscure part of the NYC sewers (maybe her parents were very neglectful plumbers) and even more questions on her upbringing So, the Toads decided to just one take her in, raise her, train her, and then... crown her as their princess? This brings up the question on whether the Mushroom Kingdom started as a monarchy because of her or if they were filling in a vacant seat that they felt only she was worthy. It's such a weird, eccentric thing for the Toads to just DO, especially without a feasible explanation, but also, I feel like this is something these mushroom idiots would kind of do. I mean, have you seen them? They're hopeless.

I would have been fine if Mario learned all his acrobatic parkour skills in the training montage alone, but I actually love that he's always been acrobatic just from dodging Brooklyn's many, many, maaaaany obstacles. Is it silly? Yeah, it is, but ya know what, people do parkour in real life every day, so why not?

Mario and Luigi taking off their gloves to reveal their... hands, is weirdly off-putting to me. Like these are just CGi cartoon hands, but they have like nails and creases and stuff. And it sticks out so badly that all I wanted was for them to put the gloves back ON. Which is funny to me because official Mario renders do this all the time. Like look at a recent 3D model of Mario and see the visible strewn of hairs sticking out from his hat. I don't know why the hands don't work for me. Maybe I'm just so used to them wearing gloves 24/7. Kind of like Mario's nipples.

I suspected Luigi wasn't going to do much from the trailers I've seen, and that proved correct in the final film. He does get to use the super star with Mario to beat Bowser, but I feel it went a bit unearned. Look, if there's a choice between Peach getting kidnapped or Luigi, than I'd rather it be the latter. Peach here is leagues better than what she's originally stuck with, and it really was for the better. I just kind of wished Luigi had maybe a moment prior to the final fight where he, I don't know, gain some courage, and try to free himself and all the other prisoners. I mean, the film already squeezed in Donkey Kong's daddy issues for all the five minutes it had, I don't see why they couldn't do the same for Luigi. I feel then his team-up with Mario (which isn't thoroughly unjustified - they are the Mario Bros) would have felt like a gradual step forward with his character. Ahh well, maybe in the sequel. Which probably will happen. It'll be good news for Yoshi fans if it does, if the post-credit tease is anything to go by.

tl;dr: This is a very safe movie, though I expected it as much. It's like, there are all-age films designed for their target audience, but thoroughly enjoyable for older folks, too. And then there are kid's movie which are... just for kids. This movie is the latter. It's either that or designed for longtime/dedicated Mario fans, which I am also the latter.

I'm not entirely sure if I would consider it a fun movie, but it's not bad. Shallow, but not bad. I have no genuine grievance or high praises for it. But I enjoyed my time regardless and didn't feel like it was a waste. And hey, that's fine with me.

I will absolutely be getting this on bluray, are you kidding me? (Funny little ancedote: A kid sitting next to me in theaters was thoroughly disappointed with the movie. Like straight up groaning, because Bowser did not win. It put a smile on my face. You're gonna conquer the world, kid!)

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Make Hobie go PINK! (Halloween Special)

Halloween has arrived and everyone in HQ had this fun idea to dress up or wear some sort accessory as an excuse to dress up. "Happy Halloween!" Peter 616 said out loud being dressed as cozy big black bear holding a big bowl of candy.

"Happy Halloween!" Mayday dressed up as Merida from Pixar's Brave having a bow and arrow strap on her back. Her long wavy red hair had been perfectly curled by her mom.

"Awe, so cute!" The Spider-women came by to take one piece of candy from the bowl as they made comments about the father and daughter Spider-heroes.

Spectacular Spider-man stood with one hand on his hip, "Ohh, I see now. I get it, from the movie! Took me awhile putting together the idea."

"Hah, I thought why not make it a twist? Instead of the mom being the bear, it's the dad?" Peter shrugs.

"Not cool as me!" Ben Riley came in dressed up as Batman, "I am the Dark Knight." Trying to put on a menacing voice.

"Easy soldier." Jess appeared with her son, who's dressed as Michael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The Spider-woman dressed up as Tinker-bell.

"No, I am Batman!" Ben uses his deep voice getting way into character.

"And I'm Michelangelo!" Gerald stood in a mighty pose and uses his nunchucks to pull off his costume.

"Oh wow, you guys dress up so cool!" Gabriella appeared having to dress up as Mirabel from Encanto, she even wore fake green glasses. Her dad behind her wearing a large green cloak.

"Somebody is Bruno." Peter chuckles.

"Shhh, we don't talk about Bruno." Jess teased.

Ben sang, "No. No. No! We don't talk about Bruno!"

"We don't talk about Bruno!" Mayday, Gerald, and Gabriella sang out loud. Everyone in HQ knows the movies and sang out loud, "NO. NO. NO! We don't talk about Bruno!"

Miguel grunts having his green cloak on him, "Oh ha-ha, very funny! I only did it because Gabriella told me to be Bruno."

"Yeah. because papá is like Bruno; always in a dark room and hiding! And very sleepy lookin', too." Gabriella giggles as she twirls around to show off her pretty skirt.

"Awe, you guys are so cute!" Lupe appeared with her apprentices; Billie 1613 and Mariana 1022. Their masks were off being comfortable to show off their faces.

"Awwweee, such cuties!" The two girls behind Lupe awed.

Lupe looks at Miguel and grins widely, "Are you gonna tell me, my future, Mr. Canon?"

Lyla in her avatar pop out dressing as Peppa, "Hehehe, careful he'll go into hiding."

Miguel 928 gave a weak scowl before he saw Lupe's cat ears, "Aye, at least I dressed up."

"Nah, I'm not paying sixty dollars for a costume." Lupe laughs, then did a fake purr, "Meow. Do you like it, Miguelito?"

"Pfft, Tacky."

"Are you Catwoman, Lupe!" Gabriella asked looking at her ears.

"Maybe or a cat in general." The Spider-woman twisted her lips into a wide smile. "Its subjective."

"It's a poor excuse for a costume." Miguel mutters while he spend weeks making this Bruno costume and his daughter's costume.

"Oh Gabriella, your costume is so cute! So is May's!" Billie 1613 said happily with her hands clasp together, "I'm going to dress up as Ariel!"

"Your gonna be a princess, too!" Gabriella gasps with her eyes widen like they had sparkles in her eyes.

"Huh uh! I got this pretty blue dress for it." Billie giggles.

"I'm dressing up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast." Mariana smiles with joy.

"Oh, I wanna see it." Mayday stomp her foot on the ground, "I bet you'll look very pretty, Mariana!"

"Oh thank you, I will at the party." Mariana said happily, "Did you know Miguel 970, also said he's dressing up a character from Beauty and the Beast!"

"Oh wow, I guess the O'Haras have some weird power, because Gabriel told me, he's planning to dress up as Prince Eric." Billie said being naive.

Lupe crosses her arms then giggles, "Oh really, they both suddenly decided to be a character from a movie you two picked?"

"Yeah!" The girls were clueless.

"I can't wait to see them!" Gabriella happily bounce, "I love Belle and Ariel! They are my favorite princesses!"

Mayday said, "I wanna see the pretty blue dress." She took Billie 1613's hand trying to pull her, "Let's go see it!"

"Sorry, May. I have a lunch date with Gabriel- well, he calls it a date but I find it so silly since it's just us sitting together and talking about random stuff and eating good food." Billie 1613 explained.

Miguel 928 added, "That is a lunch date..."

"Oh no, a lunch date is when a couple go on dates and have lunch together, boss!"

"Yeah, papá. I had a lunch date with a boy from school!" Gabriella puff her chest out with confidence, "we share a juice box!"

"Oh how scandalous!" Mariana and Lupe fake gasps as Jess and Peter laughs at Miguel 928's reaction.

"Qué? Who was it?" Miguel 928 asked out loud, "Your too young para niños, Gabriella!"

"I'm not telling." Gabriella giggles with her little self hiding being Lupe's leg. "Right, Lupe. Us girls don't kiss and tell!"

"Right." Lupe saw the shock of a father figure as if his little girl no longer is staying a child.

"LUPE!"

"What? Me and Gabriella like to have evening tea time with Lyla."

"That's right." Lyla appeared in a Marilyn Monroe outfit on her avatar. "Sorry, Miguel. Gabriella made me pinky promise."

"What! Not fair, Lupe. You have to tell me."

"Nuh uh!"

Mariana said to Billie 1613, "Speaking of lunch dates. I think Miguel 970 is taking me to one, but hmm, he got all shy and grumpy about it."

"Oh no, has he been sleeping well." Billie said.

"I hope so!" The two Spider-woman talked having to ignore the two adults arguing- well, Miguel arguing.

Gabriella saw Petie and May together, "Oh wow, May is Barbie!"

The little three year old giggles with her pink Barbie roller blade outfit, "Daddy is Ken!" She hold her dad's hand.

Jess awed out loud, "Awe, how cute is little May. She's so Barbie."

"Just adorable." Peter 616 said as the adults went around to look at the little girl. May being a bashful went to hug her dad's leg.

Lupe hums, checking out Petie's tight roller blade Ken outfit, "You do realize Deadpool is gonna go crazy when he sees you and your fatty." She leans over to see Petie's butt then giggles.

"Oh god," Petie 2010 sighs, "But I wanted to match my baby. She looks so cute with this outfit."

"Oh wow, what a cute duo." They saw Miles 2020 with his triplets and Alpha dressed up as Pokemon characters. Miles wearing an Ash Ketchum outfit while his Alpha dressed up as Mega Charizard X and the triplets were dressed as up the three different types of Charizard. Mariana got her regular Charizard onesies, Aaron in a Chameleon costume, and Karl in a Mega Charizard Y onesies.

"ROAR!" Mariana 2020 pops out of her wagon stroller with her two brothers sat with her.

"Rawr!" The other two boy follow with their massive hoodie covering their faces as they try to look scary.

Jess laughs with amusement at the Omega being the only different one, "What happened, 2020? You the only one not a Pokemon."

"Wow, those outfits are so cool!" Gerald admires the triplets, especially Hobie's costumes, "You look so dope!"

"I'm always cool, lad." The Alpha ruffled the little boy's hair, "Say you got a swag fit, too."

"I wanna be Leonardo!" Aaron bounced from his spot, his upper body leaning over the edge of the stroller wagon.

Hobie 2020 chuckles, "For real, little one? You were begging to be a Pokemon." The triplets ignore him as they were busy talking to Gerald about his cool costume.

"First, I had this idea that maybe me and my mate can be trainers and our babies be starter Pokemon, but..." Miles 2020 only remembers the costume shop filled with his triplets fighting over Charmander and Charizard. Then, his mate was looking at the cool black and blue Mega Charizard being into the costume than being the trainer. "You know, you make do." Then his eyes saw the girls, "Awe, you two look so cute."

Mayday and Gabriella giggles being shy at their outfits. Miles 2020 saw Miguel 928 looking so serious in his Bruno costume that he burst out laughing, "Oh my gawd, no way. Are you seriously Bruno? Honestly, makes sense... he is a hermit."

The Omega quickly swirl around his boss to look at the outfit then saw his face, "Oh wow, even you did a good job with your makeup. Those dark circles look so real."

Lupe, Peter 616, Petie 2010 were snickering to themselves. "Like I could see the depression hitting, the exhaustion and five'o clock shadow-" Hobie 2020 stop his Omega from saying anything further while maintaining a serious expression, "Darling, he's not wearing anything." Then let out chuckle giving up his strength to hold it in.

Miguel 928 merely stare at them being unimpressed, Miles 2020 gasps, "Uh oh! I am so sorry, Miguel! You really gotta sleep."

"Yeah, take your naps!" Mariana 2020 shouted.

Mariana 1022 and Billie 1613 were looking at the triplets being so cute. They were like hatchlings from a Pokemon egg and all three are together in a nest. "Where's yo costume?" Karl asked in his choppy three old tone.

"Later, bebé. It's going to be a lot of work to put it on." Mariana 1022 cooed, as her hand gently rub Karl's round cheek.

"Best fren! Best fren, hey! Hey, best fren!" Mariana 2020 got all in Billie's face, "Where's yours?"

"Oh it's for the party. I need to do so much with my hair and makeup." She answered.

Mariana 2020 pouts with her hoodie covering her face, "Awe, I wanna see your outfit!."

"Don't worry. I promise I'll show it." Billie 1613 giggles.

"Mariana, no reason to pout, bebé." Her daddy said.

"But daddy! I see them with no costumes!" Mariana 2020 pouts with a huff.

"You want me to deal with her, luv?" Hobie 2020 asked.

"Please, bae." Miles 2020 said to his mate.

His husband picks up their daughter, "Relax, spitfire. We need to wait for the party."

"Awe!" His pup pouted.

"Oh wow, you guys went all out today!" They turn to find Pavtri dressed up as Prince Charming walking with Gwen and Hobie.

Gwen dressed up as the bride from Kill Bill had a fake sword and her yellow black jumpsuit with her hair a little teased and added a bit makeup to look like she was fighting.

Hobie wore horn headband that's nicely placed on his head, and had a fake thin devil tail. "Aye, cat woman." He grins at Lupe.

"See he gets it!" Lupe grins widely, "And you're a demon."

The punker grins widely with his arms crossed, "Always."

"Where's Miles? I thought he would be here." Gwen asked as Billie 1613 touches her fake sword.

Mariana 1022 carries Aaron, "Oh, I wonder what's his costume!"

"Probably something nerdy." Pavtri giggles.

"Oh, will he dress up as a cool anime character." Billie 1613 awe, "My brother use to dress up all the time for his anime club and it was so fun to watch him make the outfits."

"Oh that'll be fun. I wonder if he's dressing up a popular character like Howl from Howl's moving castle or Naruto." Mariana 1022 rub her chin.

"Or hopefully a Pokemon trainer!" Miles 2020 grins widely, "That way my idea will be complete."

Hobie 2020 holding his daughter, "Awe, can't handle a dragon?"

"Roar!" Their daughter roar at her daddy, "Fear me, daddy!"

"Yeah, so scary." Miles 2020 giggles at his pup, "Your just like your father." He winks at his husband, the Alpha let out a low rumble in the back of his throat with his scent seeping out of him.

"Huh oh, careful Millie. He might give you another set of triplets." Lupe chuckles.

"Hahaha, oh nonono. I'm good with these three." Miles 2020 laughs.

"Yeah, I want to be the only girl!" Mariana 2020 chimes out loud.

Gabriella said, "You don't want another sister! I always wanted another sibling."

Miguel let out a cough. "Really? Why? I like being on my own." Gerry said to Gabriella.

"I want a little brother or sister, too!" Mayday agrees with Gabriella.

"Look what you did, Lupe." Miguel said to the Spider-woman.

"What? You can give her a brother or sister, you're still... young?" She tilted her head to the side, "How old are you, again?"

Gwen said to Hobie, "What if Miles dress as an Angel? That'll be so cute."

Hobie turns into a slight baby pink, "My Sunflower as an Angel... yes, I would love to see that."

"Fingers crossed!" Pavtri said out loud.

The group were unaware of a familiar Spider-man running from up high coming down holding a three year old in his arms. "Who dat?" Petie squint his eyes up. Then everyone turns there head at the colorful Spider-man as the closer he got down dressed as Spider-Punk 138b.

He stood as soon he began talking, everyone knew it was Miles. "I'm Hobie Brown, when I’m not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political action slash performing art pieces." He did a pose while held a handcrafted thrifted electric guitar similar to Hobie's, "OR, having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels!" He remove his Spider-Punk mask to show off his own wicks made from a synthetic wig with visible colorful lines and yarn to give that voluminous look. His face painted more Punk aesthetic with black lipstick, and wearing fake piercings similar to his boyfriend.

"Oh my gawd, that's such a cool Hobie costume!" Pavtri and Billie 1613 gasps with their eyes gleaming at Miles' costume. He got every part of the outfit to the tee.

Gwen said, "Wow, no wonder you were asking me about battle jackets."

"Whoa, is your guitar really!" Mayday went up with the other children to check out the outfit. Her hand touched the guitar.

"Yup!" Miles plays a weak string.

Mariana 1022 giggles, "Sweet, I like the hair. maybe you should do wicks more often."

"Oh yeah!" Miles grins widely, as he posed.

Petie said, "The suit and looks is spot on!"

"Yeah, no kidding. I thought it was another variant." Peter added.

"I really like the patch work on those jeans." Jess eyes on Miles' black jeans, she could tell he put a lot a thought on the design.

"He looks like other da-da!" Mariana 2020 said out loud to his daddy, "Right, daddy."

Miles 2020 giggles, "Yes, he does!"

Miles grins widely, "You know, I thought I try something new." His doe eyes glances at Hobie.

Everyone else saw Hobie 138b turning vivid bright pink. Hobie 2020 chuckles, "Tongue twisted, eh?" He patted his variant's back, "Heh, I would be too if my Sunflower dressed up as me." He looks back at his mate with a puppy pout.

Miles 2020 giggles, "Oh really? Maybe next year."

"I wanna dress up as da-da, daddy." Karl climbs on his daddy, being carried.

"I will keep that in mind, mi vida." Miles 2020 kisses his son on the cheek.

Hobie finally got up to look at his Sunflower, "You look Ace, luv. You got every detailed!" He saw the battle vest, "Oi, are you sure you didn't take my clothes."

"No, bae. I made everything. See!" Miles shows the brand of the battle vest, "It's a different brand."

"So, that means I should be you then... hmm perhaps I can steal me a Spider-man cost-" Then a three year old Spider-man pops up from Miles back, "No! It's me!" Billie's voice spoke from the tiny Spider-man.

"Hahaha, sorry, bae. Billie is me for Halloween." He had a baby strap underneath his battle jacket, he got Billie off his back.

The little girl dressed up in Miles' black and red suit wearing her mask and web shooter, "Hi, I'm Miles Morales! I am Spider-man and-and I'ma do my own thing!" She proudly puff her chest out, then shoot a dart from her web shooter at Hobie. "Hehe!"

"Awe, she looks so cute, Miles!" Jess quickly went over to look at Billy, "She's so adorable as a tiny Spider-man? Spider-woman?"

"I'm Miles!" Billie 1610 said out loud.

Hobie chuckles, "Heh, not follow gender norms. I like it."

"Ohhh how cute! Look at her tiny web-shooter!" Pavtri gawks.

Billie 1613 and Mariana 1022 cooed at Billie, "Awe, Billie. Your so cute as Miles."

"Hehehe! I'ma do my own thing." She saids trying to be her big brother. She didn't want to remove her mask.

Miles mimic Hobie's voice, "Sunflower, you're doing a fantastic job!" Gwen and Pavtri giggles at the perfect cockney accent.

"Huh uh!" Billie nodded.

Hobie picks up his Miles, "Hobie!" Miles being bashful.

"You're too precious to me, luv." He happily kisses Miles' cheek.

"No, Hobie! My big brother!" Billie huffs out loud.

"Well, now I know the party is going to quite ecstatic." Miguel said to the adults.

Peter laughs, "Yeah, especially when you got those two together."

"HOBIE!" Miles saw how the punker runs around having the children chasing them.

"No fair, Hobie! I wanna touch Miles' guitar!" Gabriella said out loud.

"I wanna hold Billie!" Mayday said out loud.

Gerry preach, "I wanna play with Miles."

Hobie merely plays around while carrying his lover and Billie. "Whoa-whoa!" Billie getting dizzy. "I wanna do my own THING!"

"Me too! Me too!" Mariana 2020 shouted out loud.

"Sorry, lads. I'm not sharing him." Hobie chuckles at the children.

#punkflower #hobie brown #spiderman #miles morales #fanfic #spider verse #flowerpunk

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cdragons · 30 days

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AGSKTBEKD PLEASEEEE FUCK EVERYTHING HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, A CHOKEHOLD IM TELLING YOU!!! AHHHH IM IN LOVEEEE! IVE BEEN EAGERLY AWAITING FOR CHAPTER 4 AND I FINALLY READ IT AND IT WAS EVERYTHING AND MOREEE! MICHAEL 😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨 GIRLIE IS GONNA REALIZE SHE LIKES HIM SOON

STOP! The fact that farleigh was just like “hey bbg, we’re gonna be besties now” 😐 like what has this man got brewing in that mischievous little brain of his. BUT ALSO OUR GIRLIE BEING A GIRLS GIRL AND GETTING RID OF THE FRENEMY LABEL 😭😭😭❤️❤️ (im in love with this chapter if you couldn’t tell😁)

Oh my god I literally can’t wait to see how this goes cause like yeah Felix is hot but like shitty personality don’t make you a good person and I can’t wait for girlie and Michael to smell the damn roses and get together. Literally vibrating like a feral animal while I wait cause I’m so excited!!

Anyway have a wonderfully wonderful day or night and literally keep being wonderful and spectacular and so fucking creative because god knows I could never come up with such beautiful words. Like you could’ve written Romeo and Juliette, but I can 200% guarantee that Shakespeare could never come up with this.

Much love and don’t forget to have a snack and drink some water!!

❤️

ANON!!! I cannot put into words how much I loved your kind words! I literally have been reading this over and over because it's so sweet and wonderful! Thank you for comparing me to the Bard, especially since I never really thought my ideas were so much as interesting rather than creative and spectacular! I could not have made this story and written it out without the fantastic support the people on this site have given me!

Seriously, I cannot emphasize how happy reading this has made me. Tumblr has really become a major and significant safe place for me because I am considered a bit more nerdy than most all of my family members. A lot of the fandoms I am in, they aren't and I can't really introduce it to them because it would just take too much brain energy and no one has time for that.

Regarding Michael and Reader, there are definitely plans coming for them in the future! Maybe these plans will be from Farleigh, maybe they'll come from Annabel (oh yea, she's part of the 'I love Reader, but I don't want to admit it' club). But Felix is definitely going to try to separate them and make Michael seem more like a pathetic nerd, and it's only going to backfire on him (I cannot wait to write this part)!

And the idea of Felix actually being an asshole was a really big thought I kept revisiting while watching the film. We know that the entire story is told from Oliver's perspective, and the guy is biased as FUCK. He paints Felix as this godly saint who deserves all the love and adoration from the world, but there was just something about him that just...gave me the ick. The biggest clues for me were when he and Farleigh were arguing about Farleigh's mom, and then Farleigh made the point about the 'footmen,' and Felix said "We DOn'T SeE RAcE"...like...BOI!

Also, the cavalier way he was giving the tour of his house with Oliver, we will also be seeing that with Reader, but obviously, she will be having a much different reaction (AKA: DISGUST).

#saltburn crack #saltburn reply #saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #michael gavey x reader #Saltburn rant

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I want to see (you) - Sorina childhood friends AU

When she’s 5 years old, Erina Nakiri is served food by Jouichirou Saiba. Food has always been a part of her life in a way that no other person can imagine. Despite that, she has no real interest in it. Until she tastes his food. She’s wandered into a tasting for her grandfather and this tall, ponytailed hair man heard her stomach rumble and immediately made her the food that would change her life.

A month after that day, Erina had hounded her grandfather to bring that chef back. Try as she might, she can’t replicate the dish he made. Senz knows she just wants to eat his food again and gives in to his granddaughter. Instead of bringing Jo to her, Erina will go to him.

Erina is excited, expecting a grand mansion fit for a chef of his caliber but gets increasingly more confused when the limo her grandfather had gotten takes her to a hole in the wall diner in some town. Her grandfather assures her that she’s in the right place.

She enters the diner and is surprised with all the customers. She’s even more surprised when a boy her age asks for her order. She asks to see chef Saiba and the boy introduces himself as Soma and tells her there’s no one named Saiba here. The only chefs are his mom, dad, grandpa, and him.

Erina wasn’t expecting the boy to be a chef but she says she was told chef Jouichirou Saiba would be here and she’s come all the way here just for him.

“Well like I said, only my family are the chefs and the only Jouichirou here is my dad. But he’s a Yukihira, not Saiba.” Erina starts complaining on how she came to this nowhere town for the wrong Jouichirou and her and Souma get into an argument. Jo comes from the kitchen to see what all the ruckus is about and is surprised at what he sees.

“Little Erina? What are you doing here?” “Chef Saiba!” “Dad, you know this girl?” “Wh-why did you call him dad? That’s chef Saiba!” “No that’s my dad!”

Jo calms the two down and has to explain that his name used to be Saiba, but he took his wife’s name when he married. Soma is mad that he never told him and Erina is embarrassed because not only did she insult chef Saiba’s home, but she fought with his son!

Erina’s about to apologize when a new voice cuts in, asking what all the commotion’s about. Tamako Yukihira comes from the kitchen confused. Jo explains and Soma asks Erina why she came here. Erina says that she had Jo’s food before and it was the best she’s tasted, so she came to get more.

Tamako offers to cook for her but Jo quickly shuts that down, explaining to her that Erina has an extremely sensitive palate. He’ll tell her more later. Tamako wants to know now and while his parents bicker, Soma offers Erina a menu and tells her he’ll cook whatever she wants.

Jo thinks it’s a good idea and Tamako asks if he’s sure. “Yeah, she came all this way for our food. She’s a customer.” Soma says it so matter of factly that his parents can’t help but be proud. Erina is skeptical but if chef Saiba is ok with it… she selects furukake Gohan and soma steps right into the kitchen.

Erina tries to follow but soma teases her and says “employees only” “hmph, do you know who I am!?” “Yeah, you’re the girl who came outta nowhere and mixed up my dad.” Soma shoots back, making Erina embarrassed. Soma adds “You’re also a customer so I’m gonna cook for ya. Gimme a few minutes.”

As Soma is cooking, Erina sits by Jo and asks if it’s really alright for a boy so young to be cooking in a kitchen. Even she isn’t allowed near open flames without supervision. Jo explains that soma’s been cooking for almost a year now under his tutelage. He’s nowhere near good as Jo, but he might surprise you. Jo asks why Erina came here and how she found him. She answers that her grandfather did some digging and she really wanted to taste his food again.

Tamako comes in and starts teasing Erina about trying to steal her man and Erina blushes a rather spectacular shade of red, stuttering on how that was not her intent. Tamako ruffles her hair and assures her she’s kidding and soon soma comes out with a steaming hot bowl and sets Erina’s order in front of her “order up!”

Erina is hesitant but Jo reassures her. She takes a bite and is instantly overwhelmed due to underestimating Soma. She readjusts and takes another bite and she’s able to find flaws in his dish. Soma asks how it is and Erina says it’s better than she expected, far better than a 5-year-old has any right to cook. Soma starts teasing her for underestimating him and Erina harrumphs. Soma asks if it’s delicious and Erina just says is passable, not willing to give him the satisfaction.

Jo offers to make a dish and Erina readily agrees. Erina and Soma chat a little and jo brings his dish out, he made the same thing as soma to rub it in his sons face. Erina instantly is captivated and says it’s better than Soma’s. Before she can call it delicious, Soma interrupts and demands a second chance. He storms off into the kitchen and starts working on another one. Erina asks if that’s normal and Tamako laughs, saying that Soma’s been trying to beat his dad for months now. Erina is surprised that a 5-year-old has been going up again someone like chef Saiba but jo say’s soma’s the most stubborn kid he knows. Soma comes back with another dish for Erina and while it’s indeed better than his last one, Jo’s is still superior.

Erina and Soma start arguing again and a ringing starts coming from her. She takes out a phone and explains her grandfather gave it to her to keep in contact for the trip. She answers and then gives the phone to Jo. “Chef sai- I mean Yukihira. My grandfather would like to talk to you.” Jo takes the phone and Tamako keeps the kids company.

Jo and Senz talk about the situation. Senz reveals that Erina has a detail security team with her and Jo reveals that Soma is his kid. They continue talking and Jo loses sight of the three. He finds them in the kitchen with Erina watching Soma and Tamako cooking with Kazusato. Erina has no actual kitchen experience at this point so she’s fascinated by how these three are doing, especially Soma. She never thought there’d be an actual chef as young as her.

Jo smiles and tells Erina that her grandfather said it’s time to come back home, there’s a car waiting for her. Erina is a little sad but Soma tells her that she has to come back. He needs to cook for her again so she’ll say his food is delicious. “You’re not bad, I’ll give you that. But you have a long way to go before I say that.” “I don’t care. I'll try for as long as I have to to you say my food is delicious!” Jouichirou and Tamako share a look. A week later, the same black limo pulls up and a little girl asks a little boy for the special of the day.

#shokugeki no soma #my fic #my fanfiction #food wars #sns #food wars fanfic #sns fanfic #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #souma yukihira #soma x erina #sorina #tamako yukihira #senzaemon nakiri #kazusato yukihira

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cinnamoncountess · 3 months

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Fellow Travelers Rewatch Party | episode 2

Content warning: NSFW, strong language (maybe)

Let’s continue the weekly review / reaction session while watching episode 2 tonight!

First time seeing the title sequence and the composition of different LGBTQ+ and historical photographies as well as original sequences from the show - Hawk hanging Tim’s cross chain over the bedpost - merged in is spectacular. The intro has been composed by Paul Leonard-Morgan and he explains the build-up and musical structure as follows:

„The idea was to have this loop which kept on evolving and descending keys,as Hawk’s life descended into inner turmoil.Tim’s cello sound playing the pizz at the start and the end - I wanted to represent that Tim was the grounding force, keeping the steadiness in the relationship while Hawk’s life descended into chaos.Each character adding a layer to the arpeggios on the top - first the violin, then the piano, then the wind. Sticking to our rule of never resolving. It gets increasingly frenetic until the final reprise played on the cello. Also, it’s written in. Again, so we never settle, just like @MattBomer (Hawk) and Jonathan Bailey’s (Tim) complicated relationship in the show.“ (source: Paul Leonard-Morgan via X / twitter)

It’s incredibly beautiful, well-crafted and the meaning behind feels very palpable in the music, especially with the given explanation! You should check out the Fellow Traveler’s OST:

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We’re in the 80s timeline with Maggie and Hawk meeting in the café!

I still wonder how that came about… Did Tim just tell Maggie to call Hawk? Did they have a discussion about that with Tim pondering whether or not he should go and meet Hawk and Maggie, the protective sister she is, intervening and shushing her brother off in a ‚no way, I’m gonna call and meet this douche who breaks your heart every decade‘ manner?!

Maggie: Although he swears no one else even came close. - Ouch. Tim never found happiness with someone else. That’s truly devastating. However, I’m actually curious to hear a conversation between Maggie and him on that. What did Tim tell her about Hawk and their past relationship? How did he justify his feelings for the man? I crave for more scenes focussing on Tim and his family.

Hawk is part of the Smith family. Leonard is rightfully salty at Hawk, seeing right through his scheme of settling himself a place in his family whilst masterfully playing a false game, while his standing with his own father is standing on wobbly feet.

Tim: Had I know there’d be pictures I would have worn my best tie. - Dawww.

I love seeing Tim and Mary socialising with the key political society and shielding each other. The supportive friendship between them is absolutely precious.

Roy Cohn looking Tim up and down suspiciously and then presenting his mom as his date, what a goblin. At first I thought he’d eye Tim up as a potential ‚interest‘ of McCarthy, but maybe he’s just extra cautious recognizing him from the State Department Bureau and the fact that he always seems to linger around when important meetings are held.

That change of scene from Mary/Tim sweetness to Tim full on blowing Hawk in a doorframe is just so filthy, sinful and juicy - it nearly threw me off the couch the first time I’ve watched it, such an unexpected switch. Also, damn Tim, clutching the peachy cheeks! (I get it, I get it) Also, it’s Jonathan’s / Tim’s muffled moans while he’s at it, enjoying it just as much as Hawk and edging him on, that makes me feel like a sinner.

Tim figuring out that Mary is a lesbian and Hawk plans to encourage them to see each other, caring about both of them, their safety, because they aren’t bulletproof like he is. It’s his way of protecting the (vulnerable) people he cares for.

Hawk talking about his dreams of buying a villa for himself, living a life where no one is judging. He doesn’t explicitly mention Tim but it makes me think of the villa he buys on Fire Island, which comes as close to his dream as it gets, just under more tragic and depressing circumstances. Tim seems satisfied with every little glimpse he is allowed to have into Hawk’s perfectly guarded ‚inner world‘ and emotions. He doesn’t press further and ask what his own place in this dream of Hawk’s would be.

Them falling asleep together and Hawk waking up to the sight of Tim sleeping peacefully next to him, the sun and lightning in this scene - so beautiful and warming and at peace! That's how every morning for them should be.

Oh no, the neighbour seeing them together. Hawk, you can’t fool him. He’s got his own newspapers in his hand and these were definitely not handed over by a dorky looking man in glasses and a suit.

Marcus introducing us to Langston Hughes and a world where he struggles between racism and homophobia. He’s an outsider in the black community for being gay, which is why he can only handle and focus on one cause… This is far worse than living a fake life in a ‚white people‘ world.

Momma Fuller: Don’t tell me you’ve gotten some poor girl in trouble. Didn’t think so. - Oh, Momma Fuller knows everything. What a lady, ahead of her time. Like, she’s a Gilded Age woman and is more tolerant and accepting than most of society at the time, very fierce, knows what she wants and willing to marry for a wealthy entourage. She also reminds me of Lucy, because I think she indicated as well that she’d marry a man if he’s wealthy and even if he’s ugly (because then she wouldn’t have to try too hard to hold onto him).

Momma Fuller: And he’s had a change of heart.

Hawk: Doesn’t seem likely in the absence of one. - Hawk can cut super sharp, especially when standing up to homophobes and his father. Love it.

Mary’s party is honestly my favorite scene of this episode! The pure joy, the music, the playfulness during the charade game, seeing Tim happy / smiling and dancing with Luis. Mary insisting that Tim shouldn’t mention her relationship with Caroline to Hawk… well, she knows very well that Hawk wouldn’t approve at all, that he’d consider it dangerous, not only for them but also a threat for him. AND Mary might be worried for her job as well, she's his employee after all.

Hawk preferring to stand up for his past actions, talking down to his father’s homophobic bullshit and thus refusing to gain the heritage. Wow. Delicious, superb cinema. Wonderful. Perfect. Love to see it!

Hawk (to Tim): I’m home now. - Remember the echo in episode 8 and hold back your tears till then.

Hawk is the big spoon! Awww. Again, such a beautifully staged scene.

Hawk dictating the love letter, formally addressed to Mary with words actually aimed at Tim - my heart.

Again, Hawk’s attempt to protect both of them, Mary and Tim, with ethically questionable but effective means. Mary does as Hawk predicts - they know each other very well. Also, can we please recognize that Mary and Marcus as well are just as willing to throw people under the bus as Hawk is?

Back in the 80s timeline!

80’s Hawk refusing to go and have fun with the young guy in the gay bar, instead warns him to be more cautious.

When Hawk enters Tim’s apartment and Tim notices who it is… then just traces his lips with his fingers, reminiscent. Also, I just love that Hawk still calls him ‚Skippy‘ (affectionately) and Tim doesn’t protest, although he would have every right to claim that he doesn’t call him by this pet name, a name that arose from their first sexual encounter. But he doesn’t. Because he still loves his Hawk.

Sen. Smith: But someone asks me the other day why one of the most eligible bachelors in town hasn’t married yet and I couldn’t think of an answer. - Here’s the pressure for Hawk to start courting Lucy, to protect is mentor and not be his Achille’s heel.

Hawk (to Lucy): You’ll make a wonderful mother. You’ll teach them to have principles.

Lucy: You always found my principles annoying, silly even.

Hawk: Come on, you know I’m too smart for my own good.

Their whole conversation, looking ahead. Ouch.

The whole Marcus and Frankie scene is so effin’ sweet. The way they talk about their poetry and Frankie opening up on his first drag experience and what that entailed… Such natural chemistry between them. The poem Marcus recites is flows so well with the scenes!

Seeing 80s Tim all overjoyed and happy and smiling when they sit down together for Chinese Takeaway food is such a treasure (His ‚thank you thank you thank you!‘ is so sweet)! I’m pretty sure a great part of his delight must derive from the fact that Hawk is there with him, spending this evening with them, eating together. They NEVER had that, not even in the 70s, Tim and Hawk eating with a family member of either of them.

That’s it for episode 2!

#fellow travelers #fellow travelers rewatch party #Youtube

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mrs-johansson · 2 years

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 10:

“What does it say?” I looked through the mirror at my agent Ester who had just found an article about Scarlett and me.

“The title is, Valentine’s Day meeting for Jojo Rabbit.” She read it out loud and I immediately rolled my eyes. “The pair met up on a very odd day, that being Valentine’s Day. Lady Bird actress Y/n Cole and pal Scarlett Johansson enjoyed dinner at Pablo’s Jazz Bar in Manhattan on the day of lovers. Sources say, the pair were having a great time, cozy with each other and they left together. It is known that Cole is directing her first movie Jojo Rabbit later this year, with Johansson as the starring actress.” “I feel like I can’t meet up with anyone anymore without having tabloids everywhere,” I murmured while looking at the first dress. Melanie, my stylist, held the dress’s skirt part as I turned around, facing Eater. “What do you think?” I asked, smoothing over the material. “Did you have to go out on Valentine’s Day?” She spread her arms.

Letting out a sigh I stepped back up to the podium in front of the mirror. “Let’s look at the next one,” I told Melanie and once we took the dress off and she left the room, I reached for my robe.

“It was just a friendly dinner. We’ve been talking a lot lately and we thought we should meet up before filming, getting to know each other. It was just a coincidence that it was Valentine’s Day.” “And how was it?”

How was it? It was amazing. I had the most fun of my life, and I’m just mesmerized by this woman.

“Great. We had fun.”

***

Scarlett🌷: how was the fitting?

me: it was fine, got the dress and the accessories so everything’s done

Scarlett🌷: can I get a sneak peek?😏

me: hmm… I promised didn’t I?😌

me: (let’s pretend it’s a picture)

Scarlett🌷: god if they don’t give you the award in this dress then I’ll be very upset

Scarlett🌷: you look stunning y/n

me: thank you❤️ but I don’t think I’m going to win

Scarlett🌷: why wouldn’t you? You did amazing

me: there’s meryl who even though has a 100 of them, she still gets them every single time

me: Margot who played a real person and let’s not even mention the rest

Scarlett🌷: and still you’re there because you did a spectacular job at such young age

me: I don’t know

Scarlett🌷: whatever happens, I’m proud of you and I think you should win💛

me: it means a lot Scar❤️

***

It’s been a week since our date and honestly I kind of miss her. Yes, we talk almost every day, but Rose got home this week and of course, I understand that she has less time for me, but we’re gonna meet this weekend.

And today my dad is staying till we go to Los Angeles and I told him I’ll pick him up from the airport. Usually, he says that he’ll just catch a taxi, but I wouldn’t want him to suffer through an hour drive with a stranger.

Mom doesn’t have time to visit, as usual, honestly, I’m not even disappointed anymore.

Waiting for dad at the parking lot I was just reading the Bombshell script trying to memorize my lines then the text from dad popped up, that he was here.

Stepping out of the car I looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch his tall figure.

Even though I made sure to put glasses and a baseball cap on, some people still let their eyes linger and two younger girls even came up to me. But they seemed nice.

“Hi, we wouldn’t want to bother you but we’re big fans of you, is there any chance we can take a picture?” The girl on the left asked with hopeful eyes, she was shy but the other one seemed more anxious.

I couldn’t say no, they were polite and respectful. “Of course, what’s your name?” I took my glasses off, so I don’t look like an asshole in the pictures, no offense, but I don’t like when famous people do that.

“I’m Ava and this is my sister Nora,” the same girl said and her sister smiled shyly, picking on her nails.

We took a couple of pictures and the girls asked me about Red Sparrow a little bit but I couldn’t tell them much of course. Mostly Ava was the one who was talking

“And you Nora? What’s your favorite movie?” I looked at her and her eyes widened, cheeks got tinted with color. She shifted in her place and uncrossed her arms. “I like Lady Bird. I just relate to her a lot and I think you’re amazing in it. I hope you get the Oscar,” she said and I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

After a couple of minutes, my phone started ringing and I said goodbye to the girls and then took the call. “Hi honey, I just got out. Where are you?” Dad spoke. “I’m in the parking lot, you should see me if you come out on the A exit,” I kept looking that way then a couple of minutes later I saw his gray hair and waved to him which he thankfully saw.

***

“How was your flight?” “It was great, I got some work done,” dad said. “That’s great, what do you want for dinner?” “We can have takeout, you don’t have to cook.” “Are you sure?” I glanced at him and he nodded. “How’s mom?” I looked back at the road, watching the light turn green.

“She’s good, she says hi,” he said awkwardly. “Great.” “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” He quickly changed the topic.

“I’m good. I spend a lot of time with my friends a lot. Actually, this weekend, not sure if it's Saturday or Sunday, but I’ll have a friend coming over and it’s kind of new and I’m not sure if it’s time for you guys to meet yet…” “I’ll be gone for the day, don’t worry. Is it a guy or a girl?” I saw from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me with a smirk. I glanced at him carefully then turned back. “A woman.” “Oh a woman, okay. Do I know her?” Dad asked with a teasing voice. “Probably,” I cleared my throat, already nervous about the whole conversation. “So she’s famous?” “Yeah, but it’s like really new. We only had one date so far,” I smiled shyly, trying to control my joy. “That's great, kid. And how was it?” “The best date I ever had. I don’t know, I feel like it’s already serious you know. And I really like her so I hope everything goes great.” Really hope it will, honest to God. She’s one of the best things that happened to me in the past couple of months.

“I’m glad Y/n. What’s she like?” “Well… She’s like a ray of sunshine, to be honest. She’s really funny and flirty and she makes me blush like all the time. She is uhm divorced and she has a daughter. She’s amazing really.” “A daughter?” The surprise in his voice. “Yeah, she’s three and she’s really cute.” “So she is older than you?” “Yeah, a little but it doesn’t bother me. She’s very intelligent and doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions, so she’s just… I don’t know, open-minded I guess.” “Maybe that’s what you need. I mean someone mature and seen the world.” “Okay, she’s not that much older, only by 8 years.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled up to the driveway. “Oh, that’s not much. Will you tell me who it is?” Dad asked as we got out of the car.

“Hmm…” “Oh come on, you told me basically who she is, just not her name.” He got his suitcase from the back and I walked up to the door, unlocking the house. “You swear not to tell anyone though,” I watched as dad rolled the suitcase in, closed the door behind himself, and looked at me with big eyes.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,” he put his hand over his heart. “Especially not mom,” I took my coat off alongside my shoes. “Why can’t you just tell me? You know, you can trust me,” he spread his arms. He's right though.

“Okay… uhm,” nervously walking around the living room, I finally sat on the armrest of the couch. Dad stood at the living room door, on the edge for sure. “She’s a friend of Chris’s,” I started. “Okay…” I saw the wheels turning in his head. “It’s Scarlett Johansson…” I mumbled quietly, looking everywhere but at him. “Who?” Dad pushed his head forward, since I was so quiet. “Scarlett Johansson.”

He leaned to the door frame, crossing his arms. “Didn’t I raise you right?” “Oh my god…” I closed my eyes, hanging my head low. “What? She’s a very good-looking woman and she’s very successful. And from what you told me, she’s an amazing person. I’m proud of you, kid.” He walked up to me, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Thank you? I guess… but we’re not dating, you know?” “Yet! It seems like she’s got you wrapped around her finger pretty bad.” I smiled at his words and nodded. “She really does.”

***

In the next couple of days, we were at home mostly. Once or twice we went out to dinner or lunch or just walked around town for a while.

It was Friday night, Dad thought it was the perfect time to watch a movie after we had dinner. Opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the couch, watching a film of his choice.

“I don’t even like this guy,” I murmured as I watched Matt Damon on the screen. “Why not?” “Because he has an asshole face. I’ve never met him though.”

I’m not mean I swear, I just have people who I look at and I don’t like them, does that make sense?

My phone started buzzing next to me and I quickly reached for it to see that it was Scarlett. “I’ll be back,” I said as I was getting up from the couch, taking the call.

“Hi,” I said swiftly, really nervous about the call. Gosh, I felt my Palma being sweaty and I swear my heart was racing. “Hey, I just wanted to check if we’re still on for the weekend,” Scarlett spoke and I smiled like an idiot as soon as I heard her voice. “Yes, of course. Which day is better for you?” I fidgeted with my fingers anxiously, waiting for her answer. “Tomorrow is great if that’s alright for you.” “It is, yeah…” I felt the nerves linger through the phone call, neither of us knowing what to say.

Taking a sharp breath in, I had to break the silence. “I uhm… I miss you,” I bluntly stated and I felt like someone knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was so nervous and scared about how she was going to react but then she spoke. “I miss you too, darling. I honestly can’t wait to see you. It’s a shame you’ll leave for three months, I hope you won’t forget about me,” she said and I could imagine that smirk on her face that drives me oh so crazy. “Of you? Never. On the other hand, I hope you won’t forget about me, there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on you…” I smirked, hoping to hear a good reaction. “Oh Y/n, no one compares to you. I met you for a reason and I’m throwing that away,” okay my heart just burst out of happiness and joy. “You’re making my ego so much bigger with this,” I chuckled shyly, feeling the heat creeping up my neck right to my cheeks. “You started this when you were screaming my name, don’t you remember?” Now, I was definitely blushing at that sentence and how she lowered her voice… god this woman. “Isn’t Rose there with you?” I cleared my throat. “No, she wanted to sleep over at my mom’s.” Oh wow, she’s so much. Of course, she’s doing this on purpose. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” I asked, walking up to my bedroom. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” yeah she’s just really good at this. Talks her way into my head then somewhere else… “I did not say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I grabbed some jeans from the wardrobe and started to get dressed. “I thought you liked having things in your mouth, but I guess I was wrong,” she sighed dramatically. “You’re hooked already wow… so desperate,” I murmured with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s already getting dressed, who’s desperate now?” How proud is she… but she’s right, I was almost out of the house. “This was your plan all along, don’t pretend it wasn’t,” I grabbed a leather jacket and walked downstairs. “Oh, it was.” “I know, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Can’t wait.”

#gxg #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines

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lemony-snickers · 11 months

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so i went to karaoke on friday night. and the friend i go with, she's got an incredible voice. like, a legit could be on broadway voice. i don't. i know that. but i enjoy singing and i at least have a decent ear so i'm not usually too off key.

but my friend, man. people come up to her all night to tell her how good she is. to compliment her. high five her. one person came up and literally said, "i never heard that song before but i just looked it up because you made it sound so good, thank you for introducing me to it."

it happens every time, this revolving door of gratitude and compliments. sometimes while she's singing people will come up to me because they know we're friends. "my god she's so good, isn't she?" and she is. i know she is. and i tell them that. i love watching her perform. i'm also a little jealous. who wouldn't be? sitting in conversation with someone that is nearly constantly interrupted by others who just have to tell her how incredible she is. and some of them, not all but some, they will notice me sitting there, smiling and listening as my friend basks in the glow of their praises and they say to me, "you're really good too!" just as they're leaving. a conciliatory afterthought, you know?

i don't expect people to tell me i'm good, no matter how much i wish i could be. i know i'm mediocre at best when it comes to pretty much everything i do. i get that.

and yet it still feels like such a cruel knife. plunging slow, you know? deliberate and separating muscle from bone. a deep, deep wound. the same one left every time (and there have been so very many) that a person goes on & on at length about how pretty my sisters are. how hot my mom is. the "of course, you look good, too," on my wedding day. the addendum. the afterthought. the backtrack.

the wound deepens. festers.

i'm not the person you came here to see. to talk about. to compliment. i'm not because no one says any of those things about me. no one ever has. not until they notice my flattening gaze, the way my eyes are dull and fixed, trying not to show my disappointment at yet again being The Less Important Party.

and it's the same thing here on tumblr where i can barely get 20 interactions on a fic most days and i see someone post a "hey i'm gonna write this fic soon, who is excited?!" post and get 700+ fucking notes with dozens of comments and reblogs and just general, genuine enthusiasm for their yet-to-be-revealed work.

i don't want to be anything but happy & supportive when others receive this kind of reaction or praise, but it's like the wound is infected, turning green at the edges with envy, poisoning my blood. my thoughts.

i have spent my whole life being the less talented less attractive less successful less funny less spectacular add-on. i just wish that just once i could be The One People Compliment, you know? the person they came to see. and i realize that's a selfish self-involved thing to desire. i do. but i've spent the entirety of my existence smiling while other people bask in that glow, always standing off to the side just out of the spotlight. an onlooker. an uneven wheel.

the fact that it will never be my turn at center stage just fucking stings, y'all.

#lemony crumbles #ignore me

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mommaspooky · 18 days

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i love your art style, it feels so nostalgic! reminds me of so many different cartoons- Total Drama, Phineas and Ferb, Amphibia, Polly Pocket, Danny Phantom, Kim Possible- and each character looks so unique! im curious to see more of your comic and to get to know your oc Sam! might have to ask for fun fact crumbs of her 👀

YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭 thank you so much! <3 I'm really into old cartoons! My inspiration are the old Powerpuff Girls (especially how they draw their backgrounds.), My life as a Teenage robot, and Spectacular Spider-Man! <3

Some fun facts about Samara!

Samara was born and raised in South Park.

Her birthday is on 12/27.

She is half-Cuban (Her mom) and half-Scottish (Her dad).

Samara has a younger sister whose name is Dolores.

She's in a band with Stan, Kenny, Jimmy, and Butters (she's the second singer and sometimes plays the guitar).

Samara is top of her class (academic rival with Kyle 👀). She's insanely smart.

She's good at gymnastics and Judo (High rank).

#south park fandom #south park oc #free-spirit-roses #south park original character

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not-close-to-straight · 2 years

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I’m not saying that Witchy Wanda handled her shit the right way.

I AM saying that when men in media and IRL handle their trauma and grief the same way (violence, anger, refusal to compromise or de escalate) they are given a pass.

I am ALSO saying that for a woman who’s every defining moment has been marred by unimaginable tragedy, who was left alone in the world after the few people she loved were taken away in increasingly brutal fashion (parents, brother, partner), who was treated as an experiment then an asset then an unhinged child for her entire grown life and manipulated at every turn, who had no hope of ever controlling or understanding her powers alone and was never given the guidance to take those first steps, who finally suffered a spectacular psychotic break and literally breather her grief into reality and then broke all over again when forced to confront it, who kept apologizing from a point of abject hopelessness until she realized apologies weren’t going to fix the situation or her pain— the fact that she was attempting to be reasonable in MOM for even 1.5 seconds was mind boggling.

I’m ALSO saying if she was a male character, the neck beards on Reddit wouldnt be saying shit like “If she wanted kids so bad Dr Strange should have just laid her” and “oh boo hoo her robotic sex doll deactivated and now she’s gonna ruin the multiverse”. If she was a male character, brutally un-aliving anyone who stood between herself and her family would be celebrated as dedication vs insanity. Her refusal to compromise and honestly off the charts cool powers would inspire Joker levels of obsession instead of eye rolls and “women are so emotional”

The cycle of a woman’s trauma being first over looked and ignored by society then used as a reason to demonize her when she finally breaks under the pressure and pain is a cycle as old as time itself and frankly, I think we should have just as many Hell Hath No Fury moments for women as we do for every “being denied by the female I wanted is my villain origin story” moment in movies and IRL.

I am ALSO saying, Witchy Wanda is my favorite. It drives me bonkers that for a woman to have any decent characterization we have to change her into a wildly unhinged and bent on destruction sorta gal but I’d rather see that than cookie cutter, boring as cardboard, only there for the cleavage background characters.

#Wanda maximoff

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Am I your girlfriend?

Author: lilyme (aka. redslilstories aka. me ;))

Summary: Set sometime in New York. A cozy night between two old loves. Callie ponders something. Does trouble ensue?

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Grey's Anatomy". They were created by Shonda Rhimes and belong to her and the ABC network. No copyright infringement intended! All mistakes are mine.

Merry Christmas, guys!

“Oh! Oh, right there! That's it... Ohh, God...” she moaned, as her body writhed on the living room couch. Her senses fully enraptured in the touches of strong, skilled hands.

It was a feeling she had long forgotten; and now she was growing dangerously addicted to it again.

“Shush, sweetie,” her companion admonished with a low chuckle. “You're gonna wake Sofia. Who knows what she'll think we're doing here”.

What they were doing was nothing spectacular, really. Just Callie massaging Arizona's foot after a long day at work.

A day that among other things had her standing at an operating table for ten hours straight.

It had put some strain on her today. Sometimes she found her foot hurting more than her residual limb. She wouldn't say there was an advantage to only having one foot. There couldn't ever possibly be. But she couldn't help but acknowledge that occasionally the superb prosthetic she wore and which was being well-maintained by Callie worked better than her own body.

“That girl sleeps like a rock. Just like her mother!” the blonde protested playfully, pointing out the adorable similarity the 12-year old shared with her birth mom. Nothing in the world could rouse those two once they were asleep. Which on the negative side of course bore the problem of getting them out of bed on a school or work day. “And can you blame me?” she inquired about her inability to stay quiet just now. “Your hands are magical”. Truthfully so, as she could feel her muscles relax significantly under Callie's expert touches.

The brunette chuckled at the compliment. “Admit you missed them,” she said knowingly, and put some extra effort into her ministrations.

“Not gonna lie,” Arizona sighed in agreement.

Seven years she had been without them. Seven years without Callie's divine hands. Without having Callie this near. Without being where she knew she belonged.

Of course she had missed this. Had missed her! And now that they were back together, sharing all these absolutely mundane moments of life with Callie again... it was heaven.

And Callie could only agree.

They both had been with other people through the years. Had loved other people. And even lived with other people for some time.

But nothing, no relationship had ever felt as right as this.

And she was so overwhelmed to be back with Arizona. So grateful for this new chance and their courage to actually let it happen.

She wanted to climb the highest mountain and shout out to the the entire world that Arizona Robbins was hers once again.

That she was once again her...

Huh...

“I'm wondering something,” she announced as the thought grew in her head.

“What?” Arizona encouraged and opened her eyes to look at the other woman. The fascination of watching Callie in though had never lessened. She often felt herself amused and aroused at the same time at the intense look Callie had when mulling things over, and the tiny crease her eyebrows formed at that.

The intense look with the creased eyebrows turned towards her “What... What are we exactly? The two of us?” the brunette spoke in all seriousness. What were they to each other, or to other people, in their new relationship?

And just like that Arizona's amusement faded. Callie's deep thinking sometimes conjured up... Where had that question just come from?

“We're... we're a couple. We're in a relationship,” Arizona frowned and leaned up on her elbows to look up at the woman, who not only currently held her foot, but also constantly her heart in her hands.

They were not yet living together again. Though they spent most nights together at Callie's place. Spending everyday life together and all these wonderful moments little that you could only have with that special someone.

The special someone that Callie truly was for her, despite everything they had to go through long years ago.

And of course spending this new stage of their lives with the person that was most special to both of them – Sofia. Their daughter had taken this development like the most normal thing in the world. Like it had been clear to her that this would happen again one day. That her parents would be together again one day.

And as clear as things were to Sofia and herself, Arizona thought they were clear to Callie too...

That the state of their relationship was nothing to question.

“No. I mean, yes! I...,” Callie shook her head at the confusion she was causing. That had come out way more serious and insecure than she had intended. “Of course we are,” she assured, stroking Arizona's shin in reassurance. “I just meant, what are we to each other? Like... am I your 'girlfriend'?” she stressed the word.

“Oh,” Arizona raised her eyebrows, finally the true reason behind Callie's question dawning on her.

True, they were many years older now than when they had first started dating. So maybe Callie didn't want to be referred to as her 'girlfriend' anymore.

“Well, you wanna be my middle-aged lady friend?” Arizona joked in mischief.

“Okay, that was enough foot rub for you,” Callie declared mock-offended, and dropped the extremity in question unceremoniously into her own lap.

“Hey, I'm sorry,” the blonde quickly apologized, sitting herself up fully, while Callie cleaned her foot as well as her own hands from remnants of massage oil. Arizona gained a bit of relief from the brunette's exaggerated pout. Because it showed her that she was not really miffed. Or if so, at least only a tiny bit. “I personally like calling you my girlfriend,” she argued.

Of course considering they had been married already, referring to each other as 'girlfriends' once more might at first seem strange. However, right now it was what they were, as far as conventional dating terminology was concerned.

“I could call you my partner, but that sounds like we're running a business together”, she grimaced, and Callie agreed. “But if you like it better, I'll gladly refer to you as my Care Bear, my Cuddle Monkey?” she tried and relaxed all the more when Callie smiled at this.

“Cuddle Monkey, huh?” Callie wondered, looking into Arizona's twinkling eyes.

“If that's what you like,” Arizona repeated.

“Okay, then you are... my Baby Blue Eyes,... my Sweet Cheeks,” she smirked, the back of her left hand moving up to track just those features of Arizona's pretty face. “My... Honey Buns?” Callie went on, knowing they were steering away from the intention of her original question, but this was fun.

“Oooh!” Arizona grinned at the implications of the last one. “Wait, wait, I know... my Kitty Kat,” Arizona tried terms herself, while busy grinning at the their affectionate and dorky attempts. “My Fluff Muffin...”

Callie guffawed at the last one. “Oh, my God,” slapping Arizona's leg affectionately.

At this the blonde couldn't resist and leaned in to kiss the amused cheek tenderly.

“Please don't call me 'Fluff Muffin' in public,” Callie lived out the rest of her chuckles and rested her head against Arizona's.

That was when the blonde remembered that they were looking for a term to use with other people.

“Well, how about 'My woman' for that purpose?” Arizona suggested and looked at the brunette expectantly.

“'My woman',” Callie let the word roll off her own tongue. While some people might perceive it as offensive using this to refer to your significant other, she'd actually prefer it over 'girlfriend'. May it be because it almost came close to another special term.

“What?” Arizona wondered intrigued, seeing that little flicker on Callie's face.

And Callie startled at the blonde's perception, having hoped Arizona wouldn't notice.

But then again they had known each other for over ten years. So, Arizona could read her like a book. “I...,” she began, almost not bringing herself to form the words. But Arizona's warm eyes and gentle dimples made her proceed with what was only the truth. “I always thought 'my wife' sounded beautiful”.

There.

There it was.

That fleeting thought that had crossed her mind for a second, maybe two.

It was a natural thing, considering what her and Arizona had been before.

But was it something they should ever be again?

Considering everything the thought of them as a couple alone should make them run.

And apparently Arizona had exactly that thought as she moved away from her, and looked about to fall off the couch in attempt to do so.

“Wait, d-don't go,“ Callie blurted, trying to stop her from running. Fearing she had just thrown everything they had rebuilt in the last years to the wolves.

“Not going,” Arizona reassured, as her hand reached an item on the floor. “I just feel like I want to wear some pants for this”. She pulled the piece on without putting her prosthetic on, indicating that she really was not planning on leaving.

“Okay,” the blonde exhaled deeply as she sat back up and faced Callie with a gentle and sincere look, and spoke softly, “Do you... Do you mean it?”

Callie gulped, as she pondered the question and how to reply.

As she wondered what she wanted her own answer to be.

As she wondered what Arizona might want her answer to be.

Did... was this something that Arizona wanted to be to her? Her face was so unreadable to her right now.

God, what had she just steered them into?

“I... do you want me to mean it?” she stalled.

“I... I'm,” Arizona stammered, most apparently unsure what to reply either. “Do you want me to want you to mean it?” she retorted. And despite the tension they both felt right now, the prospect of this game of avoiding an actual answer never ending made them both laugh wholeheartedly.

Callie slapped her hand onto Arizona's thigh and used the other to wipe her tears of laughter from her eyes.

And Arizona sat and watched her through her own joyful tears.

Finally the blonde clasped the hand on her thigh with both of hers. “Listen, Calliope,” she said lovingly, steering the conversation back to the elephant that had stumbled into the room. “I... I loved being your wife. I loved our marriage. The pride of being able to introduce you, this amazing woman, as my wife to other people. And...,” she sighed, “I hated how it all ended. That we hurt each other so much. That we weren't able to look at each other without disdain. And that was one of the most awful experiences in my life”.

She saw how Callie let her head sink and quickly continued.

“But I love the idea of us. Of experiencing all these moments with you, no matter how important or small. And I want us to have so many more, years, decades, heck, centuries together, alright?” she reassured.

“Yeah,” Callie smiled softly. She herself wanted nothing more than to grown old and wrinkly with Arizona. Cherish all the moments that could be ahead of them.

And maybe they should leave it at that.

Maybe they should do without labels and just focus on honoring what they had.

Hopefully decades of joy and love ahead of them.

Just when she had almost ended that topic for herself, Arizona surprised her, as she continued, “But I'm not saying no, you know”.

“What?” the brunette raised her eyebrows, not sure if she had understood correctly.

“I mean, not now. Because I think it's too early. ” she argued and Callie nodded in agreement. “But maybe in a year or two, we could talk about it again,” she promised. “Because it's not a horrible thought, per se. It's a thought that makes me grin with anticipation,” she confessed and did just that. “I just think we should give it time... Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Callie signed deeply in contentment. Her fears of having ruined their new start by one scarily beautiful thought turning into delightful excitement.

“Besides for now...,” Arizona added with a look that soon made Callie excited for something else, “I like being your 'girlfriend'... or being your 'woman'...or, heck, Honey Buns. It's pretty, uh, it's pretty hot,” she grinned, as she casually climbed into Callie's lap.

“It's definitely hot,” the brunette agreed, as her hands instantly sought out the blonde's honey buns. “Come here,” she leaned up, desperate to taste some of that hotness. That fire and sass that had always been there with Arizona more than with anyone else she's been with.

And wife-y Arizona would never lose any of that. She knew from experience.

There were stories from their marriage. Stories you'd never believe if you only knew Arizona casually. Naughty stories that made her horny just thinking back on them.

Stories she would never let anyone else know, but was looking forward to fill an entire imagined book series with.

“What's that grin about?” Arizona asked challengingly, looking down into Callie's amused face.

“Think we can agree that you didn't really need those pants?” the brunette wondered, nestling at the waistband, ready to start writing.

The blonde chuckled at the welcome implications before leaning down and kissing her cheeky Fluff Muffin. “Play your cards right”.

END

#calzona fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #calzona fluff #Calzona #Team Calzona #callie torres #arizona robbins #calzona in new york #new york

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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It’s something Lenny doesn’t actually realize until Lily is born.

But Midge is tactile with the kids.

Every kid gets kisses good morning, kisses goodbye when they go to school, and kisses goodnight at bedtime. She fixes everyone’s hair and adjusts clothing. Comforting hugs and arm rubs when someone is upset, or celebratory hugs when something good happens. She even does the mom thing of wiping faces with the thumb she’s just licked.

Her own parents aren’t that way. Not really. Light kisses hello with her mother, but nothing terribly overt. The Maisels are more physically affectionate. Moishe and Shirley shower the kids in kisses and cheek pinches and noogies, and when Esther was littler, Joel would carry her around everywhere with me. Hold Ethan’s hand.

It’s not lost on him, though, that before he married Midge, there just wasn’t much physical affection in her life outside of the kids. That even her romantic relationships weren’t terribly physical outside of sex. It’s why Lenny makes the effort to be physically affectionate in non-sexual ways. An arm wrapped around her shoulders. Holding her hand. drive-by kisses on her cheeks or lips or neck while she’s busy.

And she just seems...

Happy.

She’s happy with him, and happy with their kids, and just

Happy.

He’d been a little concerned, to be honest, about adding another kid to their already pretty large family. That it would be one too many kids. That a baby would cause friction with Ethan and Kitty and Esther. That they just wouldn’t have the time between three already-in-progress kids and two already-in-progress careers.

But for whatever reason, it feels like the opposite most days. Sure, Lily gets left with a grandparent or minder sometimes when they’re all busy, but more often than not, Midge is doing phone meetings during the day for work, and spending her in-person time with their infant daughter, and she really seems to enjoy it.

Lenny thinks about that first time he saw Midge on stage, talking about not knowing anything about raising kids, and wondering if maybe she shouldn’t have had them. That maybe she wasn’t cut out for it, and he can officially file that thought under the “insecure crock of shit’ column.

Midge is spectacular with Lily. And Lily is never happier than when she’s with Midge, and maybe if this had been his last marriage, Lenny would have been a little jealous.

But with Midge, seeing them both so happy just makes him happy.

A particularly hard and busy day of hosting the first night of Hanukkah at their place leaves the entire family exhausted. Joel had been difficult, Lan had been bratty, Moishe had been combative with Abe and Shirley had attempted a coup in the kitchen, which Midge had to fend off without hurting her ex-mother-in-law’s feelings and afterwards, Ethan, Kitty and Esther are all sacked out on the floor of the living room on a pile of blankets and throw pillows.

Midge grins from the couch with Lily snuggled in against her, the four-month-old sleeping soundly against her shoulder as Lenny fixes them a couple of drinks before wandering back over with them, handing Midge one as he kisses her cheek.

“Another Hanukkah celebration in the books,” she says softly.

“Successful, if insane,” Lenny agrees. “The last night’ll be more fun. That friend celebration.”

“You say that, but Shy has requested sufganiyot, so I may burn the place to the ground,” Midge jokes lightly.

“Ah, this place is gettin’ small anyway,” he waves a hand.

Midge pouts. “I love this apartment. I found you this apartment. I don’t want to leave.”

Lenny shrugs as he looks around. “Kids are gonna get bigger. Kitty and Esther can’t share a room forever.”

“Sure they can.”

He chuckles and pecks her lips. “We’ll stay as long as it makes sense.”

She sighs softly. “We could buy the place next door...knock down some walls, have the biggest apartment ever.”

“Or we could go up the block and look at brownstones,” Lenny suggests. “Which will be equally expensive with less demolition disrupting our lives.”

“I never thought about living in a brownstone,” Midge admits. “I like apartment life. The doorman, the elevator operator, live-in maintenance...running into your neighbors in the hall...”

“Stealing their milk,” Lenny adds jokingly.

“It was one time.”

“Right.”

“It was.”

“Sure.”

She sighs softly. “I want to stay.”

He nods, gazing down at the kids on the floor. “Then...we’ll stay. The laundry room is big, we can move the wall, give the girls more room.”

Midge rests her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

Lenny kisses the top of her head. “I go wherever you and the kids are. If it’s here, then I’ll be here.”

She cuddles in against him, Lily still in her arms, and he feels her relax in a deep way that rarely happens. He sits back with them, and lets the quiet sink in.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny #and the kids #This got really rambly #who knows where it was going but here we are

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