#and then my mom brought out a little cake that she bought

[cranberrymoons]

have a cup(cake) of cheer

prompt: cooking together (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 668 tags: future fic, rockstar eddie/teacher steve, evil pta moms notes: this one is part of the future fic series! it stands alone, but just for context, corroded coffin exists and is very successful! steve is a teacher and they have four kids 🥰

welcome to Day 6 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

“Give me the –” Steve says, gesturing at the pastry bag on the counter. “The that.”

He pushes his glasses up the end of his nose with the back of his wrist and shakes his hair out of his eyes, frustrated and sticky and – Eddie glances up from where he’s diligently adding glitter sprinkle snow to the top of the iced cupcakes. He makes a face.

“You realize we could’ve just bought these,” he says under his breath as he hands it over. “No one would have even known.”

Steve lets out a hollow laugh. “You clearly haven’t met Jackie from the PTA.” He squeezes out a dollop of chocolate icing. “Sorry, Jaqueliiiine , even though everyone knows she’s not actually French. She’s from Texas.” He ices another cupcake. “Jackie from Texas who’s out to get me.”

“Baby, come on,” Eddie says. “I doubt she’s harboring some secret vendetta against you. You just don’t like her because she put you on ticket-taking duty at the start of year picnic.”

“She told me to buy the cupcakes,” Steve says. He widens his eyes. “Because she was – how did she put it – ‘just so concerned about how difficult it must be to manage a family and a career with a partner who’s always leaving on tour’.”

Eddie snorts. “I take it back,” he says. “She sucks.”

Steve looks up from his cupcakes. “Right? Thank you. Robin said I was overreacting.” 

He squeezes the pastry bag again with more force than necessary, and the icing comes out faster than he means for it to, drooping down over the sides of the cupcake.

“Does she realize who she’s dealing with?” Eddie asks, shooting Steve a sideways glance. “I mean, you’re not being nice to her, are you?”

“No, but I’m biding my time,” Steve says. He finishes with the tray he’s working on and sits back in his chair, watching Eddie work. “I just need to figure out how to hit her where it hurts.”

Eddie lets out a laugh as he pulls Steve’s tray of cupcakes toward himself to start adding sprinkles. 

“Run against her in the next board election,” he says. “That’d show her.”

And he sort of sounds like he’s joking, but Steve frowns as he turns it over in his mind, staring out the darkened window at the shadowy shape of the lemon tree in the backyard. He doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it first.

“That might actually work,” he says after a moment.

“I know,” Eddie says. He glances up, flashing a smile. “That’s why I said it.”

Steve gives his ankle a little kick under the table. “Don’t be a dick.” He squints. “Do you think I’d win?”

“You’re the only hot dad on the PTA, and you have a very famous rockstar for a husband,” Eddie says. “Just tell them you’ll get Coldplay to do the winter carnival next year or something. They’ll vote you in for sure.”

“Isn’t that kind of cheating?” And then, maybe more importantly because he doesn’t actually really care about being fair, “Can you actually get them to play?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “They owe me a favor after that thing at the VMAs last year. This is worth cashing in for.”

“I love you,” Steve says. He hooks his foot around the back of Eddie’s ankle. “So fucking much.”

Eddie grins at him. “As if I’d let King Steve go down to Jackie from Texas without a fight.”

Steve laughs and reaches over to snag the over-iced cupcake. He peels off the paper and breaks it in two, taking a bite as he passes the other half to Eddie. 

“Jackie can suck it,” he says. “She doesn’t even know how to make her own cupcakes. Did you know she brought store bought ones to the Thanksgiving bake sale?”

Eddie looks genuinely scandalized as he takes a bite of his own cupcake half. “She didn’t.”

“She did,” Steve says. “And they weren’t even good ones.”

[also on ao3]

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #my fic

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Five - The Shower

throughout your second trimester, you began showing more and more, your symptoms were worsening. as bad as you felt on most days, getting to see your baby on your ultrasound pictures made it all worth it.

you were past the point of being scared of becoming parents, and finally made it to the point where you were excited. hearing and seeing your baby on the ultrasound screen every week made you so excited and so happy. you couldn't wait to finally meet your little one.

your doctor was already able to tell the sex of your baby, but both your mom and colby's mom wanted to have a sex reveal party along with your baby shower. so you and colby promised that you wouldn't ask until then. your doctor respected your wishes, and provided the sex to your moms so they could work on your party.

the weeks passed, the planning was done, and it was finally time for your baby shower. you were in your room getting ready, rummaging through your closet, trying to pick something to wear.

"god, i hate everything i have." you groaned, taking off another dress.

"y/n? you in here?" you heard colby call from out in the bedroom.

"in the closet!" you called back. you stood there in your underwear, continuing to flit through your clothes.

"you okay?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"i cant figure out what to wear." you sighed, letting your shoulders fall.

"i don't mean to overstep, but i figured you'd say that." he said, stepping into the closet. he looked through his side of the closet, pulling out a freshly pressed green maxi dress.

"oh my god, this is beautiful! when did you get this?" you asked, taking it from the hanger.

"a few days ago. i overheard you talking to your mom about having trouble deciding on what to wear, so i went out and bought you someting new." he said with a smile.

"colby, this is beautiful. thank you, baby." you said with a smile, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. you put the dressed on, fixed your hair, and stood in the mirror.

"perfect." colby said, pressing a kiss to your temple. you both finished getting ready, grabbed your things, and headed to the venue.

as you arrived, you were immediately met with friends and family who had already arrived.

"mom, lesa, this is beautiful. i can't thank you both for putting this all together." you said as you finally found your way to them, embracing your mom in a tight hug.

"oh, honey, you are so welcome! we had so much fun putting this all together." your mom said.

"mom, this was so nice of you." colby said to his mom, as he gave her a hug.

"anything for you, baby. both of you. i can't wait to meet your little one." lesa said, moving to hug you, rubbing your belly. "now go on, mingle, enjoy yourselves."

the day was so wonderful, getting to celebrate with all your favorite people. you played fun games, ate amazing food, and cried over the great gifts that everyone brought you.

after a while, your mom and lesa announced that it was time for the big surprise. you and colby took your spots at the front of the crowd, a small cake sitting on the table in front of you.

"oof, im nervous." you said to colby.

"so am i. but i'll be happy either way." colby said, kissing your cheek.

"alright, we've been taking votes all day for what everyone thinks. right now, the votes are tied between a boy and a girl." your mom said. she turned to you and smiled wide, "y/n, colby, are you ready?" she asked. you and colby exchanged a glance, and after sharing a brief moment, you both nodded.

you looked down at the cake in front of you, colby grabbing the knife next to it. you both grabbed onto the handle, cutting a slice from the edge. you took a deep breath before pulling out the slice. your eyes widened as you watched the slice fall onto the plate you held, revealing a blue cake on the inside.

your heart swelled at the sight, a sudden image of a baby boy with your hair color and colbys bright blue eyes flashing in your mind. you looked over at colby who was moving to pull you into a hug. you heard everyone around you cheering in excitement, but all you could focus on was colby.

“oh my god. its a boy!” you said softly as he hugged you.

“its a boy!” colby repeated, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i cant believe it.” he said, wiping away the tears that had already fallen down your cheeks.

you were riding an emotional high the rest of the day, surrounded by all the love and celebration from your family and friends. once your shower was over, and all your gifts and other things were taken back to your home, you finally felt yourself start to relax.

you’d taken all the baby’s stuff to the nursey and set it all up, putting his toys into a basket, and put away all of the new clothes. you sat in the chair that already filled the corner of the room, taking in your surroundings. you rubbed your belly as you felt your son moving around, and began talking with him.

“hello in there, my little one. today has been so full of excitement, cause your daddy and i found out youre a little baby boy. we are so thrilled to meet you and cant wait to hold you in our arms. you have already changed my life so much, and im so excited to watch your grow up into the wonderful person i know you’ll be. whatever life has in store for you, and whatever path life leads you down, i promise that daddy and i will be there for you. no matter what, you will always be our baby.” you said softly. you pressed a kiss to your fingers and rubbed your belly again, in an area that his face had been your past couple of ultrasounds.

just then, colby came into the nursery with you. he sat down on the floor in front of you, pressing a kiss to your belly before placing his hands on either side.

“crazy day, huh?” he said, looking up at you.

“the craziest. knowing the sex of the baby makes it all the more real.” you said, placing your hands on top of colby’s. “i hope he gets your eyes.” you said, brushing his hair back. you watched his face flush, giggling softly.

“i guess next step is picking out a name. i already have some thoughts.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“we are not naming our son colby junior.” you said sternly.

“why not? i think it’s perfect.” colby joked. you just laughed and rolled your eyes.

“we’ll talk more tomorrow. for now, i just wanna go to sleep.” you laughed. colby helped you up from the chair and you waddled off to the bedroom. colby helped you through your nighttime routine, rubbing all your balms and lotions on your belly and helping you brush your hair. colby had been a saint throughout your entire pregnancy, and you were so grateful to have him around.

with as good of care he took of you while you were pregnant, you knew he was gonna take amazing care of your baby once he was born.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fwb

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: For Till College

Modern MK1 AU

Pairing: Lin Kuei brothers x sister oc reader (platonic)

Other Characters: Kimiko Hasashi ( @khaotic-kris ). Rhea Carlton (my oc reader)

You were the only little sister of the Lin Kuei brothers. Your parents passed away when you were only ten years old in a car accident. Your older brothers became extremely protective.

“Make sure you guys study your test review as tomorrow we will have an exam on it.” Her math teacher said as the bell rang and she began to clean her white board. You began to pack her things away since her lovely best friend Rhea was waiting for outside of your classroom.

“You seem kind of zone out there Lia.” Your best friend said as you met her outside of the classroom and you both began to walk towards the college doors. “Oh no I was just thinking about some stuff.” You said with a tired smile.

Rhea Carlton is the niece of the famous start actor Johnny Cage. Her parents divorce when she was little and later her mother passed away from cancer while her father remarried again.

“Apparently my aunt Chris wants me to go live with her in Canada. You know to pursue my nursing career.” Rhea said in a sad tone as she was in a bit turmoil on what she wants to do.

The both of you sat down in a bench that was underneath a tree while waiting for your guys ride to arrive. Rhea offered you a snacks that she had on her bag that she brought today.

“And are you going to?” You said as she sigh and shook her head. “I don’t know yet? I just feel really lost.” She said you frown and stop walking and grabbed her hands into yours. Rhea gave you smile as you began to explain.

“Hey you’ve always wanted to be like your mom and work as a nurse. I think you should really do it. Don’t feel bad! You can do it Rhea!” You said. Rhea gave you a smiled and nodded in firmly.

“Thanks Lia! I don’t know what I’ll do without a best friend like you. Say I heard your older brother Kuai Liang recently got a girlfriend .” She said as you nodded and smiled brightly.

“Yes her name is Kimiko Hasashi and she is very sweet and kind. Bi Han kind of doesn’t like her because she can be very mischievous but I think she’s awesome in my book.” You stated.

Rhea rolled eyes in a joking manner. “ I’m sorry but Bi Han has a massive stick up his ass. He’s the embodiment of the Grinch. Bro has beef with everyone.” She before taking a bite of her matcha roll cake that she bought at the store.

You began to eat your delicious chocolate bread roll with Rhea in silence. Someone lightly tap your shoulder as you turn around to see Takeda Takahashi. He was holding something behind his back. “ (Y,N), I have something to tell you. Will you give me the honor to be my prom date for this year’s winter ball event.” He said softly.

Rhea stared at the situation with wide eyes as she was speechless in shock. She regained her composure and face palm herself on what her cousin got himself into. She made a quick mental note to make his lovely funeral soon.

Takeda presented you a bouquet of flowers and a beautifully made letter with hearts on it. You were taken a back and open your mouth to tell him your answer when a very loud aggressive honk broke the moment. You turn around to find your older brother Bi Han waiting for you.

He had an intense death glare at Takeda who wanted nothing more than to disappear. You sigh and turn to face Takeda and gave him a smile. “Of course I’ll be delighted to be your prom date.” You said taking the bouquet from his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Bi Han’s knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly as his body shook in anger and frustration. You got into the car and waved goodbye to Rhea and Takeda as she turn to face him and slapped him upside his head.

The drive back to the house was silence as Bi Han was gave you a quick glance in the rear view mirror before continuing driving back to the house. You knew you were in big trouble.

You were silently eating dinner with your older brother as Kuai Liang and Tomas were happily chatting away about work and other things. Bi Han stared at you when Tomas spoke up. “ So how was school today, little flower.” He said as you look up and gave him a smile as Bi Han just stared at you with a stern face and arms cross.

“It was fine I got ask out to the winter prom by Takeda Takahashi.” You said with a smile but it seems Bi Han was angry and soon spoke up. “You aren’t going and that’s final. You are too young to party.” He said sternly as you sigh.

“Brother…” Kuai Liang began but Bi Han sent him a glare. “No she is too young to go on a date. Especially with an Takahashi.” He stated. Tomas sigh as he knew Bi Han was at it again.

“I think you should allow Li Hua to go to prom. You know let her experience it, besides this is her sophomore in high school.” Tomas said hoping that Bi Han can allow you to go.

“My answer is still no. She will not be in a dating relationship for….. for till college!” He said as you gasped in shock at his statement. “For till college!” You said in shock as Bi Han nodded. “For till college.” He said sternly.

Kuai Liang face palm and shook his head. You were left flabbergasted as Bi Han went back to eating his food. Tomas place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You gave him a small smile as you resume eating your delicious food again.

It silent was silent for a moment before Bi Han stood up and place his dishes on the sink. “I’ll think about it but in the mean time my answer is still no.” He said before going upstairs to his office to work on a new project for his company.

You let out sigh as you stood up and grabbed your dishes. “Leave them there, I’ll wash them for you. Why don’t you go relax.” Tomas said.

You nodded and walk upstairs to your bedroom. Tomas and Kuai Liang watch you leave before they got up to clean the kitchen and have a very private conversation among themselves about trying to convince Bi Han to let you go to prom.

Dear diary,

Welcome to my normal and chaotic life as the only little sister of the Lin Kuei family. Where my brothers are overprotective mama bears.

Sincerely,

Liu Hua

Hope guys enjoy this wholesome fanfic of the little sister of the Lin Kuei brothers. I grew up watching iCarly as a kid and Spencer was one of my favorite characters in the show. Sorry if this came out as cringe, I tried my best 🥺.

As usual if you guys have any questions or concerns please don’t hesitate to message me. I’m more than happy to answer them.

#mk1 fanfic #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #lin kuei #scorpion kuai liang #bi han sub zero #smoke tomas vrbada #mk ocs #takeda takahashi #modern au #oc reader

[averagemizukikinnie]

"I'm sorry I deceived you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you."

TW: HUGE warning for SH (it’s what the fic evolves about pretty much) , ED implication, cursing

a/n: it’s my first time in writing for a pair, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes in advance since english isn’t my first language!! there are also more notes at the end. this fanfic can also be interpreted as platonic

“23, 24, 25…”

. . .

The bigger the number got, the more aggressive Mizuki became, and the deeper the slashes cut. They don’t remember how their abdomen looked when it was clear, all they can see now is red and brown lines over it, some are even white.

“Ahahaha… I’m really filthy and disgusting, aren’t I? I ate more than I’m supposed to when I was at the diner with Ena, Mafuyu, and Kanade. I made a promise to tell Ena the truth of what I’ve been keeping inside long ago, yet I still avoid the topic whenever it’s brought up being the coward I am. I’m surprised they didn’t leave just like everyone did…” . While they were indulging themself in their self-deprecating self-talk, they went in deeper than intended. It wasn’t really a problem anyways, their parents were out of the city for work, their sister lives overseas, no one could stop them from getting so engrossed in their own mind.

. . .

1 hour later

*doorbell rings*

“Mom and Dad aren’t supposed to be back until next Tuesday, who could it be?”. They panicked for a split second when they remembered they were supposed to have a sleepover with Ena tonight. “Good thing I finished cleaning up just a moment ago” they mumbled to themselves right before they put up their usual grin, when had they gotten so good at switching their expression? That is a question that they’re unsure of what a right answer for it could be. They felt the burning sensation of the clothes brushing against their stomach —but thankfully for them—, they were already used to it, so hiding it was a piece of cake, they already hide so much anyways.

“Yaho!~ Woah you arrived just 3 minutes late, that’s a new record!! Did poor lil’ bro have to shake the entire room to wake you up?”

“I knew this would happen.”

Ena muttered under her breath. “Can’t you just say a normal greeting for once whenever we both meet up alone?”

“Waaaaaahhh!! You’re so mean!~”

Mizuki fake-cried as they dramatically had the back of their hand on their forehead.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Anyways, can we just actually get inside?”

They finally settled in Mizuki’s room. Ena felt so fascinated by the aesthetic of the room, it felt so… Mizuki. She could tell they poured their heart in making it to their liking. It might not be obvious from first glance for others, but for Ena it is.

As Ena’s eyes were hovering around, she noticed the torso near the mirror with an unfinished project on it that seemed like it collected some dust, she found it a little strange since she had this idea Mizuki is the type of person to get absorbed into whatever project they’re working on if it’s related to their passions. Ena recalled some of Mizuki’s rambles about clothes making on Nightcord, she secretly adored these rambles even if she knew nothing about that side of fashion herself; because she can hear Mizuki being so passionate and full of joy. If she ever admits it out loud she will never hear the end of it thanks to Mizuki’s teasing.

“Oi~ Earth to Ena— Does the princess need to sleep already?~”

“Huh?! First of all, why the hell are you calling me that?? Second of all, is zoning out for just a single moment a sign of sleep deprivation now?? Ugh this is going to be a really long night.” Mizuki couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ena’s reaction, her reactions are one of the reasons they tease her more than other people.

. . .

Later on, they both decided they will play on Mizuki’s gaming console. It was kept up in Mizuki’s closet, they haven’t used it for some while. They bought it back in those times as a way to distract themselves even further from reality. It was so up high, Mizuki was wondering how on Earth they got it there before.

“Ah! I’m finally getting a grasp of it!” , just when they said that, they lost balance and fell on their back.

Ena immediately rushed to Mizuki to check if they’re fine, and help them get up if needed.

“Are you alright?? Did you get hurt? Do you need help getting up?”

“It’s ok I didn’t get hurt! I’m totally fi-“

Right when they started to get up, one of the console’s controllers fell on their abdomen, right where the fresh, deep, red scars are.

“Again?? Seriously what’s up with its location? Anyways are you ok? Again did you get hu-“

As Ena was saying that, she saw a dark red spot forming on Mizuki’s white shirt. Her face turned white when she realized what it was, it was blood.

“Mizuki, can you let me open the shirt to see the wound and clean it? Please? It would be terrible if it gets infected…”

“… No.”

“Why?… It would be difficult for you to get up and clean it up all by yourself.”

“The reason is not important… I can handle th— SHIT—“

“Mizuki please let me see it. It’s clearly hurting badly-“

“As I said, I can handle this.”

“You’re obviously lying. Whether you allow it or not, I have to check the wound and how bad it is.”

Mizuki grabbed Ena’s wrists with all the force they could gather, Ena struggled for a bit as she was letting herself go from their grasp, thankfully, she eventually managed to do so thanks to Mizuki’s state.

Ena finally lifted up their shirt, and what she saw was horrifying to say the least. Her face got devoid of any traces of curiosity just now just for it all to be replaced with horror, as if she saw a ghost. She saw all the variations of red, brown, and white contrasting against Mizuki’s light skin color, how there was some skin peeling around some scars, and most importantly, how fresh some of them were.

On the other hand, Mizuki wanted to escape from Ena’s gaze on their body as fast as possible, she saw what they thought was the most disgusting, filthy, and deformed part of themselves they ever showed to her. They thought she was going to abandon them for good, just like many people did. Everything Mizuki did in order to preserve their bond with Ena, it all seemed useless and futile now, just like they feared.

What snapped Mizuki out of their thoughts was Ena’s shaky breathing, they thought that this is it, that there’s now another person on the mental list of people they lost because of something about Mizuki.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”

“You’re so fucking disgusting.”

“I never imagined someone this filthy exists, but here you are.”

Mizuki can already feel the words coming, they embraced themselves for it, it’s a matter of few seconds before they actually hear them… Or so they thought.

“… For how long have you been doing this?… I might not be the best at comforting, but why didn’t you tell me sooner? I- I just- I wish I realized this sooner. I’m so sorry for not being the person you needed. You were going through such a hard time without me knowing about it… I just-“

Mizuki didn’t expect this would be her reaction, they thought it will be the last time they ever talk, they thought this was going to be the end.

“I *sob* I’m so sorry… I can’t believe *sob* I didn’t know about this sooner…”

Ena grabbed both of Mizuki’s hands and gently kissed them, she then proceeded to wrap her arms around them and pull them into a tight hug. Mizuki froze in their place because of how astonished they were, they never thought of such outcome, not just did Ena not give the type of reaction they thought they were going to get, not just did she sound genuinely concerned, but she was also apologizing for not knowing better?? They never even dared to try dreaming of this yet here it is being actual reality.

Slowly, Mizuki started to wrap their arms around Ena, and they could feel tears forming in their eyes as well, they kept it inside for so long yet they couldn’t bring themselves to say a word out of fear of their past repeating itself again, they didn’t want to lose yet another person they want to stay with.

“No… please don’t say that to yourself it isn’t your fault in the slightest… Please don’t cry…”

“How the hell am I supposed to NOT cry?? Seeing you in pain hurts me and this time and this time it affected you physically and *sob* and to make matters even worse I couldn’t help you because of how oblivious I am…”

“Ena please… It’s my fault for being such a coward and not saying anything… I don’t want to see you cry because of me…”

Ena’s expression turned to a determined one, with tears still in her eyes, her nose still red, and her cheeks still puffy. She cupped Mizuki’s cheeks with both her hands and wiped the tears with her thumbs and said

“Mizuki, don’t say this about yourself. You are not a coward for not telling me about your struggles, l know it can be hard to open up to someone, no matter who that someone is. But whenever you feel like you’re struggling again and are close to doing this to yourself, come to me instead okay? You don’t have to force yourself to tell me you’re so close to doing it, just come to me and start the conversation like you normally do. Please.”

This was Mizuki’s last straw. Before they knew it they started sobbing uncontrollably with Ena having a firm, right grip on them. They were feeling so many emotions, they were keeping it inside for so long, they were so scared of Ena leaving them because of this secret of theirs they deemed “ugly and filthy” , they were in so much pain, they had so much on their mind, and most importantly, they were happy the what-it’s in their mind didn’t come true.

They were happy Ena didn’t reject this part of them. They want to stay with her as long as they can, even if their time together isn’t meant to last much longer, they hope it is.

Note: i am not implying that sh scars are something scary in ena’s reaction, the reason i wrote her reaction that way is because i wanted to interpret that she’s horrified because it’s happening to Mizuki. I hope you understand i meant no harm in the way i wrote her reaction, i struggle with sh myself.

#mizuki akiyama #akiyama mizuki #ena shinonome #shinonome ena #mizuki akiyama x ena shinonome #akiyama mizuki x shinonome ena #mizuena #hurt/comfort #project sekai #prsk #pjsk #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #プロサカ #tw for sh #tw for ed #cw for cursing

[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

VIII IX - conversations with my 13 year old self X

“So I hear you and Her Royal Highness are no longer a thing.” Ed commented, trying to make it sound casual.

“Subtle.” Jack chuckled, shaking his head.

“News travel fast. Especially when you are famous and were dating the princess of pop.” the director shrugged. “The car’s right there.” he pointed to the powder blue Fiat 500 parked outside.

“Remind me again why you bought that car?”

“Shut up, it’s a nice car.” he feigned hurt. “It’s mostly for the wife to drive so I let her choose.”

“You let her choose or she chose it and you wanted to make her happy so went with it?”

“Shut up, Hughes.” Ed scoffed, shoving him.

The sun was shining as bright as ever over LA and Jack contently took it all in, a sudden crisp draft making him shiver.

“I see you still refuse to dress accordingly to the weather.”

“I brought warmer clothes this time. They’re in my bag, alright mom?”

“They’re no use if you don’t actually wear them, you know…” Ed pointed out, popping the trunk open for Jack to store his large suitcase in.

“Yeah… That’s not going to fit in there.” he stated, resting his hands on his hips.

“That’s what she said.” the brunette man chanted, earning himself a glare from his friend. “Oh, come on, don’t give me that look…It was highly suggestive.”

“I guess I kind of had that coming…” Ed acknowledged, picking up his luggage, trying to get it in the trunk. “See? There’s no way you can take this here.”

“You’re seriously underestimating my Tetris skills.”

His friend raised his eyebrow, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“Okay, let’s see what you can do, then.”

Jack smirked, rubbing his hands together and proceeding to try to force the trolley in, failing miserably.

“I’m going to wait inside, Tetris master.” the director laughed, patting his friend’s shoulder and climbing into the small car.

Ed turned on the radio, as Jack took his phone from one of his pockets and switched it back on, receiving a text from Trevor.

Say hello to the Mrs. from me ;)

“Dick.” the Devils' players smirked, scrolling through his recent messages, only to find himself reading Y/N's once again.

Hope to hear from you soon. Love, Y/N.

He smiled at the thought of seeing her again in a short span of time, as Cat Steven’s The First Cut Is The Deepest started playing through the speakers. He immediately traveled back to the day he heard Y/N play it for Alex and Cole in the common room back in Plymouth. Jack remembered how excited she was about having learned how to play that song on her guitar and how beautiful her voice sounded while singing it. They had made her play it over and over again because their reactions made Y/N smile so big they couldn't help it but want to see it show up on her face again. It was one of his fondest memories of their days in camp.

Once he heard beeping he snapped back to reality. That simple task was taking him too much time so he just swung one of the back doors open, throwing his suitcase inside with a loud groan.

He climbed inside as Ed slid the keys into the ignition. A large shit-eating grin formed on his friend’s face but, before he could even get a word out of his mouth, the hockey player pointed his index finger at him, menacingly.

“Don’t.”

*

Y/N snuck behind her daughter’s back, holding her hands gently over the big beautiful eyes that mirrored her own. Joey was sat on the couch, watching cartoons and eating a slice of cake.

“Guess who?” she half-whispered.

“Mommy!” the little girl giggled, placing the nearly empty plate on the small table in front of her and running to hug her mother.

“How did you know it was me?” the doctor pretended to be intrigued, holding Joey tightly, showering her with kisses.

“I’m five, you know…”

“That’s right, you’re a big girl now… I can’t really surprise you anymore, can I?”

“Well, no, not really, mommy. Ms. Penny told me that I’m a very smart young girl.”

“Of course you are, Jo. Never doubt that for a second.” Y/N said, standing back looking at her child and seeing her whole world looking back at her with such adoration she felt it could make her heart burst. “Where is your nana?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Alright, baby, I’m just going to give her a hug and then we’ll be on our way. Do you have your overnight bag ready to go?”

“Yeah, it’s upstairs.”

“Go pick it up, please. And don’t forget to take the plate back to the kitchen when you’re done.” she warned, leaving the five-year-old in the living room and padding to the kitchen.

Her mother was cleaning the oven, failing to hear her come in.

“I see you still do anything to avoid watching My Little Pony with my child.” Y/N smirked, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing her arms over her chest.

Y/M/N jumped slightly at the sound of her daughter’s voice, accidentally hitting her head inside the oven. She quickly got up, cleaning her hands on her apron and rubbing the sore sport in the back of her head.

The doctor moved to hug her mother, leaving a soft kiss on the injured area.

“Here, all better.” she cooed jokingly.

“You scared me, young woman!" cried out. “And I could not power through another episode of magical talking ponies going on adventures. A woman can only take so much, Y/N.”

“You wouldn’t like to live in my house, then.” her daughter declared, getting down on her knees to inspect the appliance her mother had so dutifully scrubbed off. “All clean. Where’s Dan?”

“He went out for dinner with the boys from work.”

“I don’t think they can be qualified as boys if they’re over fifty, ma .” she teased.

“Oh shush, you!”

Y/N stuck her tongue out, jokingly mocking her mother.

“Anyway, I’m heading home now. Thank you so much for looking after Joey over the weekend.”

“I thought you were having dinner here tonight…” the older woman frowned.

“I know, but I’ve hardly slept these past couple of days, I’m really looking forward to lie down and actually rest. Did Jo…”

“Yes, she had dinner over half an hour before you got here. Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

“I am. Thank you, though.”

“Alright, alright… But before you go…” she began, pulling out her phone from the pocket of her apron and handing it to her daughter. “What is this?”

“Oh, you saw the picture.”

“I saw it, alright…” Y/M/N pressed her lips into a thin line, furrowing her brows. “I think I’m framing it!” she cheered.

“Ma!” the teacher moaned, rolling her eyes.

“Jack looks sexy!”

“Saints…”

“He is quite a sight for sore eyes. Don’t play innocent, young lady.”

“Why are we having this conversation?”


“Because I was informed he is now single and ready to mingle.” her mother stated matter-of-factly, nudging her side. “And you two have always looked impossibly cute together. Do you have anything you want to tell your dutiful mother?

Y/N sighed dramatically, feeling like she was reliving her teenage years all over again.

Y/M/N had always felt at ease when it came to talk to her daughter about anything and everything, overlooking the fact that it was award for her to discuss certain subjects with her mother.

“Can’t you just act cool for once?”

“Of course not, baby ! I mean, have you seen that picture?”

“I love you ma, but I’m exhausted and I am dying to get to bed. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” she moved to kiss her mother’s cheek.

“Y/N Y/L/N, don’t you dare to…”

“I’m ready, mommy!” Joey chanted, holding her bag with one of her tiny hands and an empty plate with the other, standing on her tiptoes to leave it on the counter.

The doctor looked at the older woman, shrugging.

“Saved by the bell, hu? Baby, give nana a kiss goodbye.”

*

“So, how is everybody?” Ed inquired, pulling up on set.

“Alex and Z are still the same dumbasses that share one braincell, Quinn is still moaning about us not visiting him enough, Luke is apparently nominated for an award for his volunteer work, Cole is thinking of getting a new dog… Basically, everyone’s being themselves, doing their thing.”

“Y/N?”

“What about her?”

“You didn’t mention your girl.”

“Oh… Y/N… Y/N, you know? Breathtaking, witty, funny…” Jack babbled, not noticing the sly smile on Ed's face.

“Single…” the director added, giving him a knowing look, twirling his car keys on his index finger while they walked inside the studio unit.
“Here we go again…” the Devils' player sighed, shaking his head while running his hand through his brown hair.

“I’m just saying…”

“How do you know these things? You’re not even on social media.”

“I have my sources.”

“Trevor told you about it.”

“Trevor told me about it.” he confirmed.

“Figures.” he grumbles. “So, so which part are we shooting first?”

“The kissing scene.”

“Not awkward at all, then!” Jack hooted, raising his fist in the air.

Everyone gathered around on set, the crew setting up the cameras and the remaining equipment so they could get through the first scene of the day for the ad of a perfume Jack was the new face of, alongside with his popstar ex-girlfriend. He spotted the woman he had been dreading to see in the back, chatting with her agent. Why had he let her convince him to do this? Right, they were dating. And he signed a contract.

Ed called out for the actors and the crew to get ready to start filing, making the singer look his way, noticing the brunette man awkwardly standing next to him. She excused herself and waltzed over to the pair.

“Good morning!” she smiled gingerly, glancing at her former boyfriend through her eyelashes.

“Hey Stevie…” Jack greeted, leaning in for a small hug.

“God, babe, do you need a nap? You look tired.” Stevie prodded, grabbing his chin and inspecting his face. “Lighten up, okay? It’s show time!”

He sighed heavily when she turned her back on him, which Ed seemed to find extremely amusing.

“Get to work, man.” the hockey player huffed, moving to find his dressing room so he could get dressed before getting on the makeup chair, do what he came to do and leave as soon as possible.

The first few takes made the whole scene feel completely fake, almost like the two exes were robots.

“Guys, this isn’t working.” Ed declared, pushing himself off his chair and heading towards the two people lying in bed. “It doesn’t look like you two are about to make devour each other, it looks like you’re being forced into it. Trust me, if I’m not buying it, the audience won’t either.”

“Well, Jacky could always hold on to me a little tighter.” Stevie suggested.

“Can we try again, please?” the brunette man asked, ignoring his ex’s flirty tone.

“Boo, you’re no fun.” the singer pouted, leaving the bed and returning to her initial position behind the bedroom door.

It took them three more takes to get it right, or at least for Ed to think it felt genuine.

I do NOT snore! You, on the other hand, talk in your sleep. Ha! I’m actually on set right now, filming an ad We had to shoot it eight times. I’m exhausted. Did you get home safe? J. he typed on his phone, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Any news?” Stevie inquired, smirking.

“Hmm… No, just replying to a text.”

“Alright. Listen, I’d really like to have a word with you after we wrap things up for the day. Meet me in my dressing room?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.”

  *

They finished shooting in the middle of the afternoon due to Ed's busy schedule, much to Jack's dismay. Wrapping up early meant having to stay for another day. A full-on conversation with his ex awaited him, and he couldn’t think of a good excuse he could use to avoid it. He went through his notifications one more time before he got up and made his way to the star’s private room.

He reluctantly knocked on her door, only to find himself being pulled inside and pushed against the wall, instantly feeling her lips on his. It took him a few seconds to process what was actually happening, returning her eager kiss in the meantime.

Stevie tasted like a mix of alcohol and chocolate, something he had grown accustomed to when they were dating.

The Devils' player let his mind wonder off down memory lane, getting interrupted by the buzzing of his phone in his back pocket.

Y/N. Wait. What the fuck am I doing?
“Stevie.”

“Mmm..” she moaned into his now lipstick-stained lips.

“We need to stop.” Jack pleaded. “I’m serious Stevie, stop.”

The singer pulled back, stunned by his blatant rejection.

“I want us to get back together, Jacky. This whole break-up thing was stupid. I miss you.” Stevie disclosed, her fingers running under his shirt.

He took a deep breath, moving her prying hands away from his toned abdomen to drop at her sides.

“It wasn’t a stupid idea. We both know we aren’t right for each other. We’re better off this way.”

Stevie shook her head in disbelief, sitting down on her black leather chaise. Her former boyfriend took a seat next to her, snaking his arm around her shoulders.

“You deserve someone who will give you the moon and the stars and I don’t think I’m the one who’ll do that for you. I just think it isn’t fair for either of us to drag this out more than we already have. I don’t want us to end on bad terms.”

She paid attention to his words, nodding while he spoke, but as soon as the room went quiet she got up, picking up her phone from her purse, fumbling with it for a bit, shoving it right in his face once she found what she was looking for.

“Is this about her?” she hissed.

“What does Y/N have to do with any of this, Stevie?”

“That’s what I’m asking you! You couldn’t wait to break up so you could finally get into her pants, hu?” she barked. “I knew it! I knew you were hung up on her from the minute I saw you staring at that picture of her on the wall at Trevor's house! I can’t believe I let you convince me it was all in my head!”

“There’s nothing going on between Y/N and I! Do you really think I’d be fooling around with her behind your back? I would never do that!” Jack yelled back, standing up to his full height.

“Yeah, right… You know what? I gave you another chance to get back together and be with me, and you refused to take it. I hope you and Y/N live happily ever after, you jackass!”

“We aren’t…” he began, being interrupted by the slamming of the door behind Stevie. “Fuck!” the brunette man cursed, hitting the large mirror on the wall with his fist, dozens of shards of broken glass dragging through his knuckles.

He took a look at his bloody hand, wincing in pain.

“Shit.”

*

“Little red berry, little red berry of mine! In the garden is a little berry…”

“Your little raspberry!” Y/N sang.

“No, mommy! It’s my little raspberry!” the little girl corrected.

Y/N looked at her daughter through the rearview mirror, smiling softly.

“I know, I know… How was your weekend, baby girl?

“It was great. Pop Dan took me to the park and we had ice cream, but nana doesn’t know about that part, so don’t tell her, okay?”

“Okay.” the doctor chuckled in response to her daughter’s request.

“Then pop and nana watched My Little Pony with me and pops even let me paint his nails bright pink!”

“Oh I would have loved to see that!”

She pulled up to her house, climbing out of the car and waiting for Joey to do the same before locking up and leading her inside.

“How was your weekend, mommy?” the five-year-old tugged on her mother’s dungarees to get her attention.

“It was very nice, thank you for asking!”

“I was worried about you…” Joey stated, following Y/N.

“How come?” her mother inquired, furrowing her eyebrows, carrying her luggage upstairs.

“Nana told me it was going to rain really hard in Michigan. I know you get scared when you’re alone during storms…”

The doctor stopped dead on her tracks, dropping her suitcase and getting down on her knees, facing the little girl.

“You don’t need to worry about that, baby . I had a very good friend there with me.” she winked, kissing the tip of Joey's nose. “Do you mind sleeping with me tonight, though? I think I might get scared again…”

“Don’t worry, mommy, I’ll protect you.” her daughter assured her, wrapping her small arms around Y/N's neck. “Always and forever.”

 *
“Woah, that’s a lot of blood, dude.”

Jack looked up from his lap, glancing around the nearly empty private hospital’s emergency room to find whoever spoke up in a valley accent. His blue eyes landed on a boy, who sat three seats away from him.

“Yeah, I guess.” he mumbled, forcing a pleasant smile through the pain, taking a glance at the small towel wrapped around his injured hand, almost soaked in blood.

“I’m Ryder.”

“Jack.”

“Fuck, man, how did you do that?”

“Punched a mirror. What are you here for?”

“I’m diabetic. Mom freaked out about my blood sugar levels so here we are.”

“That must suck.”

“Not really, I get to skip school and avoid my dick of a History teacher. And I can use that whole hold on sugar, I’m diabetic line on girls. Plus, I think I’ll make it to basketball practice on time, so I’m good.”

“Don’t you guys prefer to skate over here?” Jack asked, genuinely intrigued.

“We're not all the same, dude."

“Sorry.” the hockey player chuckled as the boy scooted a couple of seats closer to him.

“There's a lot of guys who skate or play football, but I’m tall and I have a great jumpshot, so…” Ryder shrugged. “Anyway, back to you. What’s up? Do you have a habit of punching mirrors or…?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m pretty sure it involves a girl.”

“Two, in fact.”

“Nice!” the boy snickered sarcastically. “Are you dating two at the same time? That’s messed up, Jacko.”

“No, I’m not. I broke up with my girlfriend not too long ago and I spent the weekend with a friend at a reunion.”

“Let me guess: you like your lady friend.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t really know how I feel about her. I definitely feel something, but I don’t know if it’s romantic or not, you know?”

“What’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Is she hot?”

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Is she nice?”

“The nicest.”

“Does she like you?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, you better figure it out then. It’s not that complicated, really. My dad told me the good ones aren’t available forever and you should never keep a lady waiting. Basic etiquette right there. Go for it, bro. Carpe diem.” he said, patting the brunette man’s back.

The Devils' player knitted his eyebrows together.

“How old are you, Ryder?”

“Thirteen.”

“You’re a smart kid.”

“Thanks.”

“Alright, punchy. They say they can take a look at your right hook now. Come on.” Ed announced, coming from the infirmary.

Jack got up, holding his left fist out for Ryder to bump.

“Nice meeting you, Ry. Shoot some hoops for me at practice today.”

“I will.” the boy smiled. “You’re a nice dude, Jack. You’ll get the girl.”

-

Y/M/N - your mom's name

Dan is Y/N's totally made up stepdad - Y/N's parents are divorced, coach lives in Michigan, mom lives in NY

Ed is a random producer/director that has worked with Jack before. Totally made up.

Stevie is the fake popstar I made up as well. Named her Stevie bc I love Stevie Nicks and Stevie is a great name.

#nhl #hockey #hockey boys #y/n x jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes #team usa #cole caufield #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #blurb #fanfiction #quinn hughes #luke hughes

[lesbiankakyoin]

i feel that online neurodivergent circles dont talk nearly enough about the experience of being people's charity project. i call it that for lack of a better term - it happens a lot including with other disabled people, and it's that thing where NT/able-bodied people around you hang out with you out of pity, or a sense of self-importance ("look how kind-hearted i am, hanging out with someone who has a disability/is seen as a weirdo by most people!")

as an autistic person who wasn't even *called* autistic for a good few years (my parents insisted on the term aspie and not autistic, and i had a bit of a late diagnosis), i had this happen to me all the time in middle school. and these pity-fueled relationships never lasted. they're not born from friendship, they're born from a need to be charitable. "that weird kid will be happy and i'll be looked favourably at for being so brave to hang out with them! win-win!"

since nothing ever lasted for me i started, naturally, to think i was the problem. i was 12, people told me i was weird and annoying before walking out on me, i thought i was fated to be alone. (for an example, once i missed a social cue pretty badly, and it weirded one of those charitable NT girls out so much she sent me a twitter message telling me to stop hanging out, apologised, and blocked me, planning to give me no closure before i went and asked what the hell happened)

it brought me a great deal of other problems but i'm already being too oversharey. the point is: because i was stuck in this cycle of NT kid pities me cuz i'm alone -> starts to hang out with me -> realises i'm a handful -> leaves, i was thinking woah. i kinda suck, right?

but of course i didn't suck! i found that out in high school - i found an actual friend group that took me in and invited me to parties. i remember once in 11th grade, at one of these parties, i asked the "leader" of that group, of sorts, why the hell i was still kept around. like, everyone had walked out on me before, what's the deal? haven't you gotten all your brownie points from hanging out with the autist? ain't you tired of how weird i am yet?

i got a simple answer.

"i keep you around because i like you, that's it."

that was a first for me!

looking back i realise i never was invited to any parties by the people who pitied me. i wasn't *that* kind of friend. maybe i wasn't even a friend. but these guys that took me in, they actually hung out with me! we went to parties, we bought trinkets at the mall, they sent me best wishes in my graduation, the mom of one of them gave me a recipe for her gingerbread cake because i'd loved it so much! i still talk to a good amount of them even though most of us are in college now, and the closest two attended my 20th birthday party :-)

i dunno what the bottom line is here, honestly, and this whole thing has been sitting in my drafts for a while. maybe i thought it was too personal. it is, but maybe i thought i'd give some insight to whatever NT people that access this blog (i do not expect there to be many, but hi) into what building a strong relationship with ND or otherwise disabled people entails. we don't want your pity. we've gotten enough of that for a lifetime, and it's dehumanising to a point we become little toys for people who know they can just stop hanging out if we're too off-putting.

when you treat someone like a person, they're happy... who knew?

#hiero.txt #tw ableism #actuallyautistic #personal post

[kgs10]

A little while

Loona x 13th member (fem) reader

Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I really loved the loona interview. I was hoping you could do loona 0t12 x reader where the reader comes back from hiatus and surprises them!

Prompt: Reader went on hiatus and surprises o12

Genre- fluff

Warnings- death, dealing with a loss of a sibling

Words-1508

You went on a hiatus after the “why not” era because your mom and dad called you from the hospital saying that they got into a wreck and your little brother didn’t make it. You almost broke down crying but you didn’t want your parents to feel guilty that they weren’t there to comfort you.

After the call, you called your managers and told them what happened and asked if they were okay with you taking a hiatus to help your family out and go back home. They told you that they were fine with it and that you all needed to talk with the CEO about it. You told your managers to set up a meeting with the CEO. You also called Haseul that day and asked if she could be with you at the meeting. She of course said yes but you wanted to wait to tell the rest of Loona after the meeting.

The meeting went well. You had asked them if it was possible to do a video or a vlive after your break to explain why you took a break. They were all hesitant but gave in because they also don’t want the backlash from fans.

Haseul asked “Are you ready to tell the girls? They are already in the dance studio.” You nodded. You said your goodbyes to your managers and the CEO. Then you Haseul linked arms and headed down to the studio.

You and Haseul are close. She took you in when some of the members were hesitant about you joining the group. They eventually warmed up to you. You are really like a family.

The girls were confused when they got to the studio and you weren’t there already because your manager said that you were already there waiting for them. Not long after, you opened the door and walked in. They ran and hugged you two and you said sadly “ Hey girls. Will you all sit down and I have something to say?”

They sat down and looked at you. “So hmm… my parents called me from the hospital and said that they got into a really bad car accident and that my brother didn’t survive. So…. I’m going back home for a little while until they get back on their feet to work and stuff like that.” You teared up and looked up at the ceiling to dry your tears because you hated when people saw you cry.

“Y/n. We are so so sorry.” Sooyoung said while trying to wipe her tears away because she knew how much your little brother meant to you. He was one of your best friends. You started bailing after she said that. Haseul brought you into her arms and comforted you the best she could.

The rest of the day was just you in the arms of some of the best people in your life.

~time skip 2021

You had set up the date to be back in South Korea the same day as the Loona on wave concert “&” 2021. You would get in around the end of it so you planned on surprising the girls right after it ended. You called your manager to help set up one of the conference rooms in the company. You asked them to set it up kinda romantic. You told them to dim all of the lights since they would probably be tired from the concert lights. You bought roses and each of the girls representative flowers. You got them all of their favorite foods. You got the food and flowers on the way to the company.

The managers told them right after the show that they were having a company dinner in one of the conference rooms. They were excited but also tired. They always loved company dinners after a comeback.

You walked in and set down all of the stuff on the table. You took a picture before it got destroyed. “It looks good manager-nim. I missed being here. I even missed y’all.”

They laughed. “We missed you too Y/n. Now they are about to walk in and now go hide.”

You hid behind one of the bigger managers and held the cake and began to light it. They walked in and everyone said “CONGRATULATIONS.”

You came up behind the manager, held the cake, and said “Miss me?” They all screamed. The manager saw that you were about to be tackled to the ground so he took the cake and set it on the table.

“Owww. My ears. Oooof.” You landed on the ground. “We missed you so much Y/n,” Chuu said while crying. “I missed you guys so much. Now get off me.” You laughed.

You got up and pointed at the table and said “So you like?” They all said yes.

They hugged you one by one and whispered about how much they missed you. When Haseul came to hug you she took her hands and put them on your face to examine you.

“You okay up there? Did you sleep on the way here?” Haseul being Haseul she bombarded you with questions. She saw you kinda being hesitant and backed away and said “We are so proud of you Y/n. We missed you so much that it hurt.”

You felt guilty now and Hyunjin saw that and came to rub your back and said “Don’t worry so much about us. You are here now and that’s all that matters.”

You looked at Hyunjin and gave her a big smile which she returned. “Alright enough with this sappy stuff. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

They laughed and grabbed their plates. You all sat down at the table and you told them about your flight and stuff and how this all got prepared.

“We never knew you could be this romantic Y/n,” Yeojin said while shoving food in her mouth. “Slow down kid. You’re going to choke.” Jungeun said. They all laughed. Yeojin slowed down.

“I’m not that romantic. I wanted it to be nice because you guys have worked so hard this past year and you all deserve the world. If I could give you guys the world I would do it in a heartbeat.” You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

“I thought you said to stop with the sappy stuff,” Hyeju said while wiping her tears away with a napkin. They were all crying. “No don’t cry I was just trying to be sincere. Oh no! What have I done?” You put your hands on her temples and rubbed them.

“Now stop crying. Let’s enjoy the rest of this dinner.” You said. They stopped crying and started eating again. “So Y/n how are you?” Heejin asked. “Better. Now that I’m here. I love my parents don’t get me wrong but I never really had a good relationship with them in the first place. That’s why my brother and I got along really well. You guys are my family. You are my safe place.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, we are glad that you are back. Are you going to announce that you are back or anything like that?” Jinsoul asked. “Do you guys think I should? Or should I wait until we have another comeback? Oh, by the way, love the album. One of my favorites. My favorite song on the album is probably “WOW”.  Masterpiece.” You praised them.

They were smiling and glad you liked that song because it was also one of their favorites. “I think you should wait just because so you can have some more time to grieve and live in the moment. It’s up to you. We’ll support you with whatever you pick.” Haseul said. They all agreed with Haseul.

“Can I just let orbits know that I’m okay?” You asked your managers. “I don’t see why not. We’ll release a statement saying that you’re okay and back in South Korea and that you will be in the next comeback. You will be back for the next comeback right?” They asked.“Oh yeah! I will be. I wouldn’t miss it.” You said while smiling at the girls.

They were so happy that everything was semi-normal. They were just enjoying themselves and then they left when they saw Hyunjin falling asleep on the table.

You tapped Hyunjin on the shoulder and said “Ready to go home?” She replied back with an aeong. You smiled and laughed “God did I miss you and your aeongs.”

~A/n sorry this took long. I was working on it the other night then my computer crashed and lost it. I liked the other version better. I just don’t remember what I wrote.

#Loona #loona scenarios #loona reactions #loona x reader #loona imagines #13th member

[jungwnies]

hi maeby! its been a while, im sorry this took too long and I don’t know exactly when you’ll see this but know that i’m writing this on december 16 for reference hehe (this will essentially be a 2023 recap but ill try to be as short as possible)

last time i was here i think it was the end of june or beginnings of july and a lot has happened in my life, on august i turned 21 and i also went to the eras tour!! definitely one of the best days ever in my life and maybe top 3 on best days of 2023  🤍

talking about my birthday its little sensitive topic, for the past five years or so my birthdays has kind of been something that I’ve dreaded so much and i'm just the opposite of happy, its like those posts you see everywhere of people crying in their room during their birthdays and this year wasn’t  the exception, this years birthday..lets just say it will be memorable but leaving that aside august was kind of okay

the concert experience may be on of my favorite memories just because it feel so cathartic, it was just so beautiful talking to strangers and us bonding over music and art, listening and singing to my favorite songs, getting to go to a concert for the first time on my own, traveling with my sister (just the two of us) for the first time, all the beautiful pictures and videos and people that i keep with me because of that one experience it just something that I will eternally be grateful for (also, so. many. friendship. bracelets.)

i remember looking back at my life and my lowest points in it and thinking (and hopefully it won’t get too sad) “well maybe someone out there was right, i just needed to hang on a little tighter, cause imagine missing out on this” 

september was filled with delicious food and me going out a little more often

in october was my sisters birthday, so she held a halloween costume party and i got to dress up as an elf/fairy, i also went to one of my best friends birthday party and felt amazing seeing a couple of familiar faces after months, and some of them even years, waiting. also yes, this means i ate a lot of cake on october (my moms birthday was also on this month hah). i also took a ceramic class. i loved it (I made a small bowl :))

november i went out a lot, bought new clothes, bought christmas decorations, studied korean, went to the doctor cause i thought i was going to die (turns out im not, even far from it : im as healthy as a horse) 

and as of december, planning christmas dinner with my mom and sister, got a bad haircut that made me cry so hard and then got it fixed at another salon, had dates with friends, retook ceramic classes (i made two cups, three heart shaped plates and a little jewelry organizer), scheduled one more therapy session before the year ends after months of not going, took more buses this month than in my whole life and i guess im slowly figuring out my stuff a little more. 

i discovered new artists this year, feel in love again  with old ones that I had forgotten about, learned new cooking recipes, got a little more out of the house than last year, made amends with my body and established boundaries even though it hurt :)

turning 21 this year essentially meant a lot, i don’t want to go into more detailed as to not make this any longer but lets just say im planning on getting 21 tattooed on my next year haha

i hope the rest of the year was kind to you, if you feel comfortable to answer with maybe your favorite parts of 2023 would be great! if not just know that i love you and missed dropping by here, hopefully starting 2024 i'll be back here regularly <3<3

take care, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you 🩶🩶🩶

happy holidays :) love youuuuu

-🧸anon

hiii 🧸anon <3

it has been literally so long, i was taking a break from tumblr, honestly i didn't even think i'd come back but seeing this upon logging in literally brought joy to my heart knowing you're still around! :)

i've read everything, from your birthday to your christmas dinner with your mom and sister. starting with your birthday i'm glad that 2023 you had a memorable birthday after dreading it for so many years, and i hope 2024 also brings you joy! onto the concert next, i know exactly how you feel, it's something that you don't feel often and the crowds are just so amazing because it's people who share the same love for the same artist, and it's like you are in your own little world for a few hours. next, september & october, i'm glad it was filled with food and another birthday, it seems so fun to have a halloween themed birthday honestly!! november, i'm glad it was a good month besides the scary doctors visit >.< december seemed to have been a busy month for you, and hopefully your hair is okay now :( hopefully the therapy sesh went well. I'm glad your year was overall not too shabby, and I'm glad that you had a lot of character development. Hopefully 2024 brings you absolutely nothing but joy! 🖤

now onto my year, i guess i'll go with the highlights. i essentially had a relatively good year, i was able to do a lot of things, and uni was not too stressful, but it's a little harder this semester. starting with my august, i didn't do much except get ready for the semester, signed up for my september classes etc etc, it was relatively boring. my september was a little more eventful, i took a marine biology class which was so fun, and i'm not even majoring in marine bio, we got to talk about sea legends and a lot of the lore behind mermaids and other stuff. in october i did the same thing, but i made one of my best friends ever, except uhhh we're not really friends anymore as of recently, but my heart goes to them, they meant alot. in november i built a new computer, a little nerdy but i actually really enjoyed it except i had a mental breakdown trying to do cable management LMFAO 😭😭in december i had a good month, except the basement flooded so that wasn't very slay but regardless it was a good month filled with nothing but holiday spirit and gifts.

now with a short little update on my 2024, because it's been awhile. in january i went back to school for the second semester, and it's been tough i'm not going to lie. i also got a boyfriend so like !?!??! kinda crazy, he's not too bad but like every relationship we definitely have our downs. in february, it was a short month but nonetheless eventful this is the downfall of me and bestie tbh, but it's okay he was like a life lesson or something!?!?! now this month, it just started and it's been great, it's midterm week right now so i'm a bit stressed, but i also suddenly got motivation to go back on youtube and write on tumblr again, so i'm super happy about that :)

i hope 2024 is kind to you and gives you a lot of joy! remember to take care of yourself, just as you always say to me, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you as well! ❤️❤️❤️

have a great year, and i hope to see you again 🧸❤️

#🧸 — jungwnies #🧸 anon #🧸 #thank you anon #ily anon #📥 jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #jungwnies anons #jungwnies

[idol-trickster]

👨, 👩 , and 🌺? :3c

@grimmshood

👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

Jiwoon lit up at the thought of someone asking about his parents.

"우리아빠 엄마? I gave them a good and comfortable life! I encouraged them to retire, but they said it wouldn't feel right to stop working; that the family restaurant made them happy and I brought them plenty of business already. Either way, they're very proud of me as their son and that I'm successfully doing something that I love too. They know how hard I worked and were always worried about me... but they said we were very strong and resilient people. No matter where we were, they were supporting me and happy that I carried part of our home with me while still performing knife tricks, for the world now with my own passion for music, instead of only in a restaurant to tourists. I owe my most unique instruments and performances to them."

Left to ponder, he thought of where he was now and how little he actually got to see them. Everything had a price and becoming legendary held a steep one; claiming time from friends, family, and normality. Still, he wouldn't change anything if given the chance; he grew out of needing those commodities of life so long ago, and now? Well, he was legendary.

"If you want to know individually though... My dad was a warm-hearted and talentedly creative man. With music, he met my mom, but he gave up his dreams of pursuing a musical path to become a hard-working man and support his family. Some people say we got lucky when the IMF crisis happened, but really my parents were just smart enough to make it work, both of them running a business and planning well. His military experience let him know what foreigners were like and in turn, I learned a lot from him and how to entertain people who already see a lot of action. When I went to a concert with him, I understood what people felt when they saw me; something new and amazing; I wanted to do that too, and he was happy to share a love of music and supported me. He's a wise man with kind eyes and the best 군만두 (pan-fried dumplings)."

"My mom taught me how to be strong, clever, and unique since she was a smart career woman who got laid off when she was pregnant. Unable to find a job in the workforce, she and my dad decided to run the restaurant together. My dad supported the family and she focused on our business' reputation. It was thanks to her that we figured out how to include my skills in the restaurant to set us apart. When I had an interest, she would make sure I practiced safely and even bought me my first beginner knives. She told me that no matter what other people think, never let them stop me from being special; also to think before I speak, understand people by listening to them, and to not let other people tell me my worth. She's loving, protective, and spirited. I think the special things she made were the best... 미역국 (Seaweed soup) for birthdays and 시루떡 (Red-bean rice cake) for offerings."

Yeah. He made it however he could; reclaiming what made him unique. Trickster will certainly never be forgotten again. He hopes they're still proud and can manage to retire peacefully.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

"I don't really pay attention to flowers much- but maybe roses. They're very versatile, come in all sorts of colors, and are usually passionate and classy; the first flower everyone thinks of."

He gives a chuckle and holds up a familiar potted plant.

"Though it only has flowers sometimes, I really like Joji's. It looks like a star."

#answered #art #text #Lots of text #ask blog #dbd #dead by daylight #thought-provoking meme #When time passes ♫ #Joji the Cactus #|| #So much typing #So much thinking #Thank you SOOOOO Much for these asks #I LOVE THEM A LOT #Please everyone feel free to send me more these are wonderful #This meme is great #(This was the last one of em in box) #Theres something to say about JWs knife skills being the safety net #To a restaurant- to his band- for himself #They just pay the bills lmfao #I like to think both his parents wanted more from their lives #but ended up content with what they got #(the 50s-90s was a wild time in SK) #for his parents and grandparents both #his parents were girlboss and malewife your honor

[riskywoohoo]

It's me again, at the start of a new generation in my legacy where I've posted pretty much nothing since the last gen started.

With the help of my misunderstanding of WickedWhims settings, Silas (heir chosen for 2nd gen) ended up with several kids out of wedlock. He got his girlfriend in San Sequoia pregnant before he left for university, and then slept with a few women at university (as I went after a romance aspiration), most of whom also conceived.

After he moved back to be with his initial two daughters (Misty and Trinity), he joined his uni degree bonus job (investing) and as his net worth grew, he took their moms to court for primary custody (via a mod). He also calmed tf down and became poly/partnered with two female sims, whom he was (mostly) exclusive with for the rest of his life. One of his partners struggled with infertility, so their third partner was a surrogate for them, resulting in twins. Just before the twins were born, he and an old flame from university welcomed an oopsie daughter, Mila, who he subsequently brought into the family home, she is only a day or so older than he and his partner's twins, Jett and Aisha, and as such, they were raised as triplets.

While they were extremely rich, Silas was a workaholic (with his investing job and businesses he bought) and was rarely home. His partners weren't very maternal and had job aspirations of their own (one an artist, another an athlete) - the kids were mostly raised by a live-in nanny and the household's butler. The middle girls recently moved out to live with Aisha and her husband, and the eldest (and 2/4 of her kids) still live with Silas's partners in the mansion.

Misty, the eldest, was probably the most troubled of Silas's children, despite having the happiest childhood. She was a great student and the cheerleading captain... but ended up pregnant. She gave birth to twins in high school which she put up for adoption. Later, post-university, she reconnected with the twins' father and subsequently got pregnant with another set of twins, resulting in a shotgun wedding and an awful marriage that ended in her... uh... poisoning his birthday cake resulting in his death. Honestly, justified.

Trinity, Mila, and Aisha had pretty uncomplicated lives. Trinity went on to get a distinguished degree in drama and almost immediately became a top dollar actress. Mila, similarly, got a computer science degree and works at a tech startup. She was valedictorian, even after working through the death of her mother while she was a teen. Aisha was a boy crazy teen but made it through unscathed, and after Misty, was the second in her family to marry.

I had trouble picking an heir, and ultimately chose the only boy, who has taken after his father in terms of university. Silas died very recently, and his net worth (nearly §400,000 after selling off the businesses) was divided amongst his 5 kids (while leaving a reserve for his partners).

While Jett the nepo baby has joined his father's company, he really feels that he wants a better work-life balance. He and his high school sweetheart, Meredith, conceived their first child already, though - and she's moved into the mansion for the time being. They're madly in love, and both are happy with the surprise. Jett is hoping to put some of his inheritance toward buying a house for his little family.

Meredith was adopted as a toddler through the foster system. Her hometown is Chestnut Ridge, which she hopes to get back to someday, as San Sequoia is not vibing with her farm upbringing. They met in part because her parents adopted the twins Jett's eldest sister, Misty, gave birth to while she was in high school. Her parents aren't thrilled about the pregnancy but are supportive.

Here's a cookie for getting to this point in my recap 🍪

#sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #I let as much of this be random as possible #like aside from my WW mistake #jett do kinda be a nepo baby tho #Meredith is from another save of mine and I added them into this one because I needed npcs that weren't related to Silas LMAO #rw harlowe

[imaginemcyt]

you're on your own, kid | 1

synopsis: the first official chapter of lover, my new kit wisp x reader series.

tw: swearing, probably

listen to: you're on your own, kid by taylor swift

another stream of tommy being chaotic while y/n tries desperately to remain on track. why couldn't any of her friends just be normal? she loved them, and she loved the chaos most of the time, but sometimes she just wanted a stream to go the way she planned. she sighed as she shut down her pc, figuring she should probably just stop planning things out. she realized her first mistake was expecting the tommyinnit to remain even semi on track.

throughout the course of her career, y/n had met many interesting people, and she had made several good friends. like tommy, for example; he may be obnoxious as hell, but he was her best friend, and despite what she often says, she wouldn't trade him for anything.

she left her room, going to the kitchen to grab some water. she was greeted by her mom, who was making lunch.

"hi sweetie, how was stream?"

y/n gave her mom a tired smile. "chaos, as per usual with tommy."

her mom laughed, patting y/n's shoulder before leaving the kitchen.

y/n loved her family, and living with them was amazing. they cared for her and they loved her. they kept her fed and safe, and they supported her career, even if they didn't completely understand it. but even in a house full of people who loved her, she still felt lonely. all of her friends lived an ocean away. there were no sleepovers and late night walks. no going out for food with them or vlogging their adventures, and there was only so much of that she could do with her mom.

y/n had decided a while ago that it was time to do what would be best for her and her career: she was going to move out, on her own, to a foreign country. what could possibly go wrong?

her family was understanding when she had brought it up, even going as far as to say brighton was where she belonged. she was happy they approved, and even encouraged it, but she still couldn't help but feel a little guilty. that guilt kept her from actually doing it for almost a year.

on her nineteenth birthday, her friends threw her a party on stream. they all played jackbox, and she opened gifts they had sent her. they all wore party hats and even made cupcakes (though y/n had a big cake that her mom bought her). it was wonderful, but after it was over she just missed them, so that night she decided she would finally do it. that night, she began the process of getting her visa.

flash forward to now, months later, with the process of getting her visa approved finally complete. housing being found, and preparations being made, it was now time for her to leave the cozy nest of her parents' home in california.

the packing process was surprisingly smooth. she didn't have a ton of stuff. she was nineteen and living with her parents, it wasn't like she needed to move a couch or anything. she packed up the stuff she would bring; clothes, toiletries, decor and trinkets. she decided to slowly fill her flat with furniture once she was there.

finally the day came for her parents to take her to the airport. the goodbye was emotional, and y/n still felt semi-guilty for leaving them, but ultimately she knew that it was going to be good for her. they did, too. as much as her parents would miss her, they were happy for her, too. she'd finally get out there and spend time with friends, in person. she would get a fresh start, leaving behind america and malcolm for a new home in the uk with her closest friends.

the plane ride wasn't too bad. it was pretty average as far as plane rides go; slight turbulence, crying babies, the usual. y/n tried to sleep on the way there; it was a long flight, and jet lag was gonna fuck her up big time once she got there. she knew she would need the sleep, but unfortunately for her, she was far too excited.

she imagined the adventures they would go on, all the sleepovers with aimee and ranboo, the vlogs with will and tommy. she pictured the tesco trip jack had promised her once they met up, maybe even joining james and ash for a stream. she was still buzzing hours later when the plane landed.

when she got to baggage claim, she was greeted by tommy and wilbur, who both crushed her in a hug. tommy would never admit it, but y/n definitely saw his watery eyes. wilbur smiled fondly at them before they exited the airport with her things and went to her new place.

the uk was beautiful, and everything about it was magical to her. tommy kept saying that it wasn't anything too special, "it's just brighton, mate", but to y/n, everything about it was lovely. the train, the walkways, the beach. it was everything she'd ever dreamed, and she was finally with her friends.

when they got to y/n's flat, she set her stuff down. they began looking through the place, and y/n told them her vision for how she wanted the place to look. where she wanted her pc to go, where the couch would go, how she wanted to decorate. but before she could do any of that, she needed sleep.

it took all three of them to push her mattress from the hallway and into her new room. it was a lot of work on her tired mind and body, but she was just glad it had been delivered today, otherwise she'd be sleeping on the hard wood floor tonight.

once that was done, tommy and wilbur left, promising to hang out soon, now that she lived close by. she didn't want to say goodbye just yet, but at the same time, she wanted to crash.

she made quick work of putting sheets and a blanket on her mattress, then she was out.

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #kit wisp x reader #kit wisp #wispexe x reader #wispexe #lover #lover series #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #wilbur soot #niki nihachu #aimsey #jack manifold

[anxnymanxiety]

૮ฅ・ﻌ・აฅ OCTOBER 12

I stayed home, just like yesterday and this pressure of not putting in enough steps for me to feel comfortable was getting too much so I decided go use the treadmill and walk on it for an hour and 50 minutes. It was so good honestly, in the confinement of my own home, comfortable and quiet while I can do whatever as I walk and I don't need to look out for people I would bump into or cars that could hit me.

Sadly as much as I promised myself to eat as little as possible when mom came home, saying she bought some cookies and sweets I caved. I may have mentioned this, I am not one to crave sweet things, especially if it's sticky, full of cream and sugar. Yeah, well to my misfortune everything she brought home was notjing of sort, so I indulged. Lavender cookies, snow crescents, small piece of bundt cake and gingerbread macaroons. I could look for a basic recipe but I doupt I could calculate the correct estimate of calories.

I try not to dwell, thoughts of simply not listing these down had ran through my mind but I would be only lying to my own self.

✧ ° ｡ʚ 🍓 ɞ ｡° ✧

➀ Plain black coffee 200ml - 0 cal

➁ Pickwick green tea 250ml (strawberry & lemongrass) - 0 cal

➀ Hell energy drink 250ml (lemon & ginger) - 118 cal

➁ Green apples 326g - 189 cal

➂ Eggs 130g - 186 cal

Water - 1,6l/2l

Full - 493 cal

✧ ° ｡ʚ 🍓 ɞ ｡° ✧

Steps - 11781/10000 - 476 cal

Exercise - No - 0 cal

Burned - 476 cal

#₊˚⊹♡my ed diary #ana log #ed log #ana diary #ed diary #i wanna be perfect #i wanna be weightless #i wanna be tiny #i wanna be pretty #ed rant #ed bllog #ana loves you #pro for me not for thee #@na buddy #@na vent #@n0r3xia #@ana #i want to ⭐️ve #⭐️rve #⭐️ving #⭐️ve #disordered eating in tags #disordered eating #disordered eating thoughts #pro only for me #pro a4a #i wanna be skinnier #skinnni #edblr #ed not ed sheeran

[morningstarvalerio]

You don’t have to read this, but I had to write it.

I really can’t believe the current reality I’m living through. Today especially did not feel real. The rain helped, maybe even the fact that my mom forgot the gallon of milk she bought yesterday in the car until today.

Housing my mom and youngest sister for the week till we recover from being ill is going to be weird. If you told me three weeks ago this would be happening I wouldn’t have believed it. Mostly because we weren’t on talking terms with each other since early March.

Moving back to the Antelope Valley will be weirder, but we’ll get there when we get there.

I can’t wait till Saturday. I can’t wait to see my grandma. I think today was the first day from all of this that it really occurred to me how scared she must be - through confusion and dizziness that I can only compare to being extremely drunk and high. She must be so scared.

They said I can stay over night with her at the hospital on Saturday which is great. I haven’t seen her once since she made it back to America. I miss her and I miss our conversations. But … they’re saying she can’t really talk. Two words is a lot for her.

I keep fantasizing that when I get to her hospital room she’ll remember every single word and that she’ll tell me about the months she just spent back home, she’ll tell me old stories about El Salvador - the kind you forget till you get brought back to the scene of the crime and then she’ll ask me the dreaded question; whether or not I have a boyfriend currently.

But I know it probably won’t play out like that, though I have a little hope that it might still.

One time when I was a little girl I asked the universe to show me how powerful I was - that if I was powerful the next day it would rain. It didn’t. The next day it snowed.

I’m from Southern California and it hardly ever snows in the high desert. Less than that it hardly ever sticks, but this time it did. It snowed for one perfect day and to this day the locals still talk about that one time it snowed so hard that it stuck. I would always smile thinking it was me.

The next time it began to snow like that I sat by the window of my grandmother’s house and watched snowflakes come down. I focused really hard and the snow became thicker, in certain areas it began to stick. But my grandma was getting really sick. I decided that I would let go of the snow and I would focus on her instead. I asked her if she trusted me and she said okay. I closed my eyes and put my twelve year old hands over her and focused. She was better the next day.

I didn’t get any credit from her and that was okay. I didn’t expect to. Heck even to this day I know I’m a little nuts, but I did rejoice thinking I helped in some way.

At 27 I keep thinking maybe I can do it again. Hold my hands over her and focus. Make whatever this is go away, because if I can’t and she doesn’t get better - I don’t think I’m ready for worse case scenario. I want the old stories, the ice down my back as a prank, me crying to her and feeling safe about it, sitting at her feet while she lectures me about finances and Christianity, talking about boyfriends and mothers, helping her get dressed, and pupusas. This doesn’t feel fair. Even if she recovers she may not be the same and how was I supposed to know the last time we did all our favorite things was the last time we’d be doing it as the Gemini twins?

I was born the day before her birthday. She told me that she was very excited that the clock would reach midnight before my cranium reached outside my mother. That we’d share a birthday. It didn’t happen by three hours, but many times we still shared a cake or a celebration. I have loved her. She has been one of my best companions growing up.

She gave the doctors her name incorrectly. Her maiden name that hasn’t been her name for five decades now. I’m scared she won’t remember me or worse - I’m scared she’ll think I’m my mom, but younger when they didn’t get along.

More than that though I hope she’s not in a lot of pain, I hope my aunts that have been able to stay with her have made her feel safe and loved. Listening to my mom and her siblings make decisions about what they need to do next is exhausting and I dread the day when it becomes mine and my sisters’ turn. If you read this all the way through I do welcome good energy and prayers. Thanks.

#gemini twins

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2986

it's my birthday! ☺️🥳🎉

it's been a long day though.

have a list:

got up early

showered

dressed and went home

stopped at starbucks for cocoa

while i was driving, at precisely 8:20am, i paid homage to myself as i repeated what i did that minute thirty years ago: i screamed. it was nice.

stopped at mcnaldos for breakfast

ate mcnaldos breakfast with momma

mom and dad gave me a card and a starbucks gift card

fucked around on the internet for a while

went to work

first appointment didn't show

other appointments cancelled beforehand

took advantage of my free time and did some art things - i doodled on some tiny canvases like i'd planned when i picked them up. observe:

my coworkers threw me a little party at work! it was my first space-themed birthday party. they got cupcakes and decorated melissa's office, and they got me a stone and crystal solar system bracelet and some fidget toys and puzzle pieces! i love them.

finished early at work

stopped for gas

went back to joel's

set up my laptop and sat in for class

couldn't really pay attention very well

realized i need to pick a topic for my paper

sighed real deep and closer my laptop

went upstairs and watched a couple episodes of glee with lisa

kiki came over and we waited for joel and john to be done with their game

we went to applebees! dinner was good. they sang to me.

brought kiki home

came back

now in bed

so fucking tired

i'm happy to have joel. he's good to me and i love him a lot. he's my buddy.

also my favorite part of my birthday is asking people how old they think i am. at work someone said 26. the waitress at dinner said 23. i handed her my license.

OH ALSO i stopped at the bank after work and got some cash out so i don't spend it all and when the lady came back she said "here you go, have a nice afternoon and enjoy your birthday." i grabbed the envelope and looked at it and found she put a sticker on it! it's like 3" across and is shiny green, it has a happy ladybug with a party hat and a bee on it and there was a cake and it said "it's my birthday" and it made me so happy. a few times today i had really happy hands and with this case i cried because it was so cute. i wanted to be able to pull it off the envelope and wear it for a while, but i couldn't do it, so i cut it off of the envelope and trimmed it down so it could fit in my wallet, so it lives in there now. i love it so much.

i also wore a tiara today.

have some photos!

ALSO. one of my children bought me a giant package of worms on strings and i got to open them today and i'm living and i love them so much.

in addition to flowers that shouldn't bloom in october:

and no pictures of joel. those are mine.

😂💜🥰🥳🎉🎈🥱😴

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #2000s #2900s #sunshine boy

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Will and his little sister: I feel so sick.

I just realized I messed up on ages a bit here. Evie is 16, and Will is 28. Technically he’s supposed to be 15 years older than her, but just ignore that for the sake of this fic, pretty please. 

TW for drug use/withdrawals. 

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Will hears the footsteps coming, but doesn’t bother to open his eyes. His head is pounding, the lights are way too bright, and his whole body aches. Besides, the only people who have a key to this place are Danny and Kayla, and he trusts them both completely. 

It isn’t Danny coming, he knows; the footsteps are too quiet, too close together. Kayla, then. That’s good; hopefully she brought him some food, because he’s starving. 

“I feel so sick,” he says, and he knows he’s whining, but he can’t bring himself to care. Distantly, he’s grateful that he has friends he can whine to, friends who will take care of him even when he feels like this: miserable, jittery, in pain, fighting both insomnia and fatigue (always tired, never sleeping, like some sort of twisted fairytale curse). One day, when this is all over, he’ll have to thank Danny and Kayla for letting him crash on their couch (letting him fall apart, and not shaming him as he tries to piece himself back together).

The footsteps reach the living room, then stop, lingering in the doorway. “Will?” The voice is soft, but it cuts straight through him, and his stomach turns. Not her; anyone but her. 

She-his precious little sister, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, the only one in his family that doesn’t treat him like a freak half the time-cannot be seeing him like this: burning from withdrawals, fraying at the edges. She’ll never look at him the same way again. 

Part of him wants to ignore her, to pretend she isn’t there. Maybe he can convince himself that this is all some sort of dream, or a hallucination of some kind. But… She is there, and already, he knows she’s scared. 

Digging up every bit of strength inside him, he opens his eyes, and tries to sit up. Nope, bad idea. The room spins, and he lets his head fall back onto the couch cushion, settling for facing her. “Hey, Evie.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been screaming for hours (and maybe he has; the past few days are a blur in his mind), but he can at least force a weak smile. “What are you doing here?” 

She knows something’s wrong; it’s written all over her face. But she’s still young (younger than he ever was at her age; by sixteen he was bitter, and angry at the world, aware of anything and everything that could dull the pain), so as long as he can put on a good show, she won’t figure out what it is. Hopefully. 

At last, she speaks, taking a tentative step toward him at the same time. “I just wanted to show you what Mom and Dad got me for my birthday.” It sounds almost like a question. 

Wait, birthday? No way; her birthday isn’t for-

Oh no. No, no, no. He’s never missed her birthday. Not once, even from her very first. He’s doted on her with cake, presents, and singing, making sure she knows exactly how important she is to him. But since he missed his first dose, the details of life have gone by the wayside, and now all too soon, she’ll know he forgot (though it’s so painfully obvious, she probably already does). 

“What-” He’s shaking, he realizes absently, and tries to force himself still. “What did they get you?” 

There has to be something he can do, he reasons. Something he can pull out of thin air, some way to convince her that no, really, he didn’t forget. It should be easy enough-he’s always been a quick thinker-but now it feels like his brain is fighting through a sea of fog, and it’s losing. He’s losing. 

“A car.”

“Nice.” Really nice; they definitely never bought him a car (and the anger stirring in his chest must be a withdrawal symptom, because he never even asked them for a car, but it burns all the same). 

This isn’t helpful. He needs to focus, but it seems almost impossible. Hunger, pain, frustration, and exhaustion war in his mind, and he can’t seem to push past them. Not even for her. 

Against his will, his mind is drawn to his backpack, to the stash even Danny and Kayla don’t know about. It’s just across the room, and it would be so easy for him to get to it. It wouldn’t take long for the effects to hit, and he’d start to feel human again. Just one dose, a voice at the back of his mind whispers. Just one dose, for Evie’s sake. Is there anything he wouldn’t do for her? 

And then what? Is he going to quit a second time? To start this misery over from the beginning, and go through withdrawals all over again? No. Deep down, he knows that if he gives in now, this will never end. He’ll always find another excuse, another reason, to take just one more dose. He’ll be trapped in this cycle, never quite able to break free, and he’ll never stand a chance of getting into Quantico.

The thought is enough to steel him. Is he really willing to do that?  Give up the chance to put the bad guys behind bars, to save little kids from having to weep over dead mothers? Not for a second. No, taking another dose isn’t an option; he’ll just have to deal with Evie on his own, even if everything in him is fighting back.

Evie’s watching him expectantly, and he realizes she must have answered while he was lost in his own head. 

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

But apparently she’s had as much of this as she can take. “What is wrong with you?”

What’s wrong with me? A bitter laugh slips out of his mouth before he can stop it, a thousand answers bubbling up in his mind. Should I start with my childhood trauma, the constant pressure I’m under, or my feelings of isolation? No reason to let that psychology degree go to waste, after all. What’s wrong with me? How long do you have?

Inhale. Exhale. This is his little sister. This is Evie, and he loves her. He will not allow the fire in him to scorch her. 

“Stomach bug.” He manages another shaky smile. “Might not want to get too close to me.” 

“Stomach bug?” She echoes. Fear gives way to gentle concern, and Will can finally breathe. She’s actually convinced. That’s good, because everything still hurts, and if she doesn’t leave soon, his control might start slipping. It’s taking everything in him just to hold it together. 

“Mmm. Something I picked up at Harvard.” It’s not even completely a lie. “Listen, as soon as I’m feeling better, we’ll do something together, okay? You can even drive me somewhere in that car of yours, if you promise not to speed.” How he finds an ounce of teasing to slip into his words, he has no idea. 

Pursing her lips together, she seems to weigh her options. “Maybe you should come home. Mom makes a really good chicken noodle soup.” 

Soup sounds amazing, and Will’s stomach grumbles (and maybe, just maybe, there’s a child inside him that really loves the idea of going home, of having his family there to help him through this), but he firmly ignores it. Evie may be young and innocent, but his dad and Michelle are not. They’d take one look at him and know, and then their whole family would know.

“I’m okay.” This one is, in fact, completely a lie, but a necessary one. At the very least, he can follow it up with some truth. “Danny and Kayla are taking good care of me.” Then, because he has to ask, “Wait, how did you find me? Did they tell you where I was?” 

If they did, he might never forgive them.

“I saw Kayla at the grocery store.” She shrugs. “She was picking up those weird cookies you love so much, so… I had a hunch, you know?”

“And how did you get in?”

She has the grace to look a little sheepish. “I looked around until I found their spare key.” 

And part of him wants to be angry-not at Evie, never at Evie, but at Kayla, for giving away his location, or at her and Danny, for having their spare key in such an obvious hiding place-but he forces himself to exhale. This isn’t their fault, he tells himself, and mostly believes it.

Deep breaths. Keep joking, keep teasing, and get her out of here. “Pretty sure breaking and entering is a crime,” he points out, and she huffs. 

“I didn’t break anything! I just-” But her voice rises, and Will can’t help but wince, closing his eyes in a helpless attempt to stop the echoing noise. She pauses, and when she speaks again, it’s soft. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he says, but it’s strained, so obviously a lie that he can’t even look at her. 

“I should go. Get to feeling better, okay?” She starts walking; he hears her, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes again. It hurts too much, and besides, he’s exhausted, frayed to his limits in an effort to act somewhat normal for her. “I’ll leave some candy in your backpack in case you get hungry later.”

“Hm.” Candy sounds good, even if walking all the way over there sounds like a lot of work. He’s hungry, so hungry, and Danny and Kayla still aren’t back with food. Maybe he could ask Evie to bring it over to him instead, but he’s already told her he has a stomach bug; she has to keep her distance. 

Still, though, surely there’s somewhere closer than-

His backpack. 

Horror dawns, and he shoots upright on the couch, eyes flying open. It’s too much, too fast, and his entire body protests, but he ignores it, just focuses on a desperate “Evie, no-”

But it’s too late. When his gaze lands on the corner, he sees Evie: a vial in one hand, a syringe in the other, looking more pale than he’s ever seen her. 

No. No, no, no. He has to keep a clear head, has to think this out, but desperation and pain are clouding his mind, and the only thing he can think to say is, “Put that down.” 

“What is this?” But she’s sixteen years old, she’s read the label, and innocent doesn’t mean stupid; she knows what this is and what it means, so why is she dragging this out? 

“Put it down.” 

“Will, what is going on?”

“Evelyn, just-”

“Are you high?”

It’s out before he can stop it. “No, but I wish I was.” 

She withdraws as if he’s slapped her, and he has a moment-just a moment-of painful clarity. Reality settles in, not drowning out the aches but mingling with them, nearly too much to handle. 

“I’m sorry, I-just put it down, okay?” His control is slipping, and he swallows roughly. When she complies, he continues, “It’s withdrawals, Evie, just withdrawals. I promise, I’m trying t-I’m trying to get better. It just takes time.” 

Tears glisten in her eyes, and he can’t stop the panic clawing at his chest. His own vision blurs, but he ignores that. She’s crying. He made her cry, and it’s his fault, all his fault, and he’s so stupid. None of this would’ve happened if he’d just taken one more dose-

No. No, he can’t think like that; it’s not right. Not right. (He’s spiraling, and he knows it, but he can’t seem to stop, mind growing more and more muddled with rage and fear, with desperation, because he made his little sister cry, and-)

“How long?” Her voice shakes, but she holds her ground. “How long have you been-using?” The word sounds like poison on her lips. 

He can’t even think to form some sort of reassurance; all he can do is admit, “Since the second week at Harvard.” 

“And you’re-you’re quitting?”

“Yes.” He wills her to understand that he means it, that he’s done with that awful stuff for good. 

“So I can pour the rest of this out?”

And in spite of everything-in spite of every firm conviction that he’s done, that he never wants to touch that stuff again-there’s a part of him, wild and desperate, that wants to say no. Wants to beg her not to take it from him, or worse: shove her away, so that she’s nowhere near his precious stash. 

It’s that last urge, more than any other, that leads him to nod. Because no matter how bad things get, no matter how suffocating, he’s never going to let anyone lay a hand on Evie. Especially not him. 

She takes the vial and the syringe, and when she comes back again, she has neither. Wherever they are, they’re gone, and he can never have them again. There’s a pit of loss in his stomach, but with it, something like relief. One way or another, this is over. 

“Evie, I-”

“Do Danny and Kayla know?” 

“Yeah. They’re taking care of me. Evie, please-” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for at this point. For her to not tell anyone? For her to not hate him? For her to not look at him like a complete failure?

She stares at him for several long seconds, expression unreadable, until finally, he looks away. His back to her, facing the edge of the couch, he waits for her to leave. He won’t blame her, he knows; after everything she’s seen, she has every right to leave him behind. The tears in his eyes slowly start to slip, and he wants to scream. He doesn’t cry in front of Evie, not ever, and-

And suddenly there’s someone sitting on the couch behind him, arms snaking around his waist, and a warm weight against his back. Her tears soak through his shirt, and he’s shaking so hard he can hardly think, but she doesn’t let go, and he reaches up, clinging to her arms like they’re the only thing keeping him from drowning.

“I’m sorry,” he says at one point, or she says; it’s hard to be sure. 

At last the tears subside, and she releases him, patiently waiting for him to look back at her. When he finally does, his heart breaks at the calm, steady expression on her face. It’s like she’s aged ten years in as many minutes. 

“I won’t tell anyone,” she promises, and he’s more than a little surprised. “But you have to get better, okay? Promise me you won’t ever, ever do something like this again.”

“I promise,” he says, and he means it to his bones. No matter what, he’s never going to put her through this again. 

“Good.” At last, she smiles, shaky but sincere. “I love you.”

And it’s so much more than he deserves, almost enough to bring him to tears all over again. “I love you, too, Evie,” he says quietly. “We’re gonna be okay, okay?” 

Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but someday, they’ll be okay.

#stay tuned to the end of my tags for screaming about the writing process for this fic bcs it was something else #will zimmerman #evelyn zimmerman #sanctuary #my fics #my writing #mine #answered #thanks for the ask! #lattes of love #ec snowed in #okay rant time #this is the fic that i wrote almost in its entirety on tumblr #then lost #i almost immediately tried to rewrite it #but i didn't like how it was going #so i didn't finish #later i decided to pick this story up again but i was like 'yeah that one doc is terrible i'm just opening another one' #and it was... better #i didn't love it #but it was okay #i didn't finish it that time either #i went back later to work on it #and went to the wrong document #anyway long story short i ended up with two nearly completely versions of this story to replace the one i lost #(except the ending. i only wrote everything after the initial confrontation once; i didn't even get there the very first time i wrote this) #so today i opened a new document #and basically copy-and-pasted my favorite versions of each sentence #and reformatted a tiny bit #and when i didn't like either sentence i wrote a new one

[min-yumniverse]

Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (1)

This story contains: fluff, food, nudity, death.

"Order up!" A (h/c) girl said, spinning up to the table with a plated angel cake in her palms. The sweet smell of cream and bread filled the warm building. The chatty customers add to the fullness of the rustic building. "Enjoy." She walked to the back of the bakery, opening a heavy wooden door leading to the kitchen. A light steam from baking escaped through the door.

(Y/n) wasn't the richest, but she was happy with the way she lived. She didn't have a lot of money but she had a lot of spirit. Many of the boys and girls loved being by her side. She was always so cheerful and full of positivity, she was always adored by the adults around her.

"What would you like to order ma'am?"

~~~

"Your highness, please come back!" A woman in a servant dress came running out of a large room. A stressed sweat was visible while she swiftly moved, holding up her mustard gown so as to not trip on it. She hastily approached the young man in baby blue silk pyjamas. As she got closer to him she reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from escaping the building. He turned around to glare at her with his deep black eyes. If looks could kill, she would already be buried six feet under.

"There's no way I'll marry someone I don't even love!! Who do you take me for wench?!" He turned around pushing the lady away from him before walking away farther. The boy was beginning to approach the stained glass doors which lead to the large garden. Just five more seconds and he could be free of all the naggings. Free from other people's expectations and orders.

"You heard the King's orders, you can't just walk out like this!" The woman continued to chase him. He picked up his speed to the door, opening and slamming it on the lady's face. "Oh dear..." the lady put her hand to her face, massaging her temples. "He can't avoid marriage forever he's almost twenty for god's sake." She shook her head and walked back to the King's headquarters.

~~~

The sky was dark, crickets chirped keeping the night from being silent. (Y/n) locked up the bakery, securing the wooden plank in front of the door with an iron lock. "Meow~" She heard a cat whining at her.

"Back again Little Prince?" She crouched down to pet the black cat. He had bright blue eyes and grey mitten paws. He comes by usually at night after (Y/n) gets off of work.

"Meow~" The cat purred out, rubbing his head on (Y/n)'s legs. He especially loved his ears and chin being scratched. Soon enough (Y/n) picked the cat up and brought him to her little home. As she stood back up she patted down her striped blue skirt and butter-stained apron.

"Alright Little Prince let's head home and eat," she said to the cat, earning an excited meow back. She walked along the dark streets, barely litten up by the lantern posts. Her home was small but cosy. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" She shouted out replacing the shoes on her feet with house slippers.

Silence replied to her. She walked into the kitchen, "Fish again?" she asked as she opened the icebox taking out some fish that she bought the previous day. She put them next to her cutting board, gutting, deboning and scaling the fish. She squeezed some lemon and lime juice onto the fish, marinating them. While she waited for the fish to absorb the lemon-lime mixture she put rosemary and butter in a large pan over her cooking fire. Throwing the fish in the pan caused a large splash and sizzle sound.

The cat purred while watching her from the table. He dragged the picture frames from the middle of the table near the chairs, making it appear as if there were more people in the home. (Y/n) fetched a potato and some carrots from the vegetable basket, cut the potato down the middle and threw everything in the oven to soften. She mixed the middle of the potato with cheese, parsley, garlic and butter. "Little Prince~ dinner is ready!" She brought 3 plates to the table. giving one with a single cooked fish to her parent's painted portraits. One with a fish and chopped carrots to the cat and finally her own plate with fish and a potato. "bon appétit," (Y/n) said as she and the cat began feasting on the delicious meal.

"Meow~"

Upon finishing the food, (Y/n) walked to her bedroom, which only fit a dresser and a bed. Mint green hues glistened off of her walls. "I should take a bath." She grabbed a wooden bucket and headed outside, the cat following her every last step. She walked up to the metal hose pump, grabbed the handle and began thrusting it for water to come out of the spout. When her bucket was full she walked back into her house to pour the water into the bathtub. She put on a fire under the tub to heat the water before leaving again to get more water to fill up the tub.

It took four, maybe five trips back and forth to get water to put in the tub. Sweat dripped from (Y/n)'s face as she put out the fire. The water was just a few degrees too cool to cook her alive. The perfect temperature. The cat waited outside while (Y/n) bathed herself. He never entered the bathroom with her, cats don't typically like water. She, of course, wouldn't expect him to.

An hour passed by and the cat began meowing and scratching the door. "Alright, alright!" (Y/n) giggled out to the cat, rinsing off her hair one last time. Then getting out of the bathtub, too lazy to drain it at the moment. She got out and wrapped herself in a towel. While she dried her hair she opened the door to reveal the one who was meowing on the other side. "Are you happy now?" She giggled while picking the cat up and laying down on her bed, still in her towel.

He purred and rubbed his head on her collarbone and chin while she pet him. Soon enough she fell asleep and the cat pulled a fuzzy blanket onto her.

~~~

By the time (y/n) woke up her little friend was already gone. She was still in just a towel and her hair was frizzy from sleeping on it wet. “I wonder where he goes off to every morning?” The girl got up from her bed and dressed, struggling to tighten her corset herself.

She opened the bakery once more and repeated her usual day. “Welcome~”

~~~

“Yoongi! How dare you run out of The Castle like that?!” His father, the King, raised his hand to the boy. The stinging sensation led to his eyes tearing up. But the prince refused to cry. He was a grown man. ‘Men don’t cry,’ as he was taught at a young age. All the adults spread these words for him to hide his emotions and never share them… Toxic masculinity if you would.

The prince always got yelled at for leaving The Castle. Why did he have to be born the prince of a large kingdom? Born into this cursed life of high standards? Oh, how he just wanted to leave and explore the kingdom without being recognized. “Yoongi, you’re going to get married whether you like it or not. It’s for the sake of our kingdom,” his father flamed at him. He sat up from his bed laid with silky white sheets.

“But how am I supposed to marry someone I don’t even love! Father, isn’t your top priority to make me happy? This is making my life miserable,” The prince shouted back to his father, letting the warm tears simmer down his cheeks. His fists were squeezed shut, shaking from the tension. He was furious. How he wanted to punch his father with all of his might and knock the man out cold. Though, he knew he couldn’t do so. He would never be let out of his room, let alone out into the kingdom. “Shouldn’t you choose family over anything else? What would Mother say?” The prince wept out.

“My top priority is the Kingdom, to give my family a good life.” The king narrowed his dark eyes at the boy. “And to give you a good life, you need to marry a capable woman,” his father sighed, sitting down, on the large bed, next to the prince.

“What if I found someone for myself?” The prince’s eyes shimmered with hope. “I can find a capable woman, that I love,” he went off, wanting to convince his father. The King sighed at the boy.

“I’ll give you by the end of the month. You know what happens if she finds out though.” The prince’s face gleamed with his smile. He nodded vigorously at the king.

“Yes, yes. I know father, I won’t tell her,” The prince bounced up from his bed. He dashed to his changing quarters, putting his coat, trousers and hat on, and then he ran out the door. His father looked at him amused. Did the prince already have someone in mind? Or was it just an excuse to see the Kingdom he loves being in so much? The King chuckled at his son’s ambitiousness.

~~~

“Welco- Oh my, Good morning Your Highness!” (Y/N) bowed, her hair covering her face. The prince lightly bowed back to the girl as a reply,

“And to you.” He sat down at one of the unpolished mahogany tables. There were a few water stains here and there on each table, adding to the rustic-themed bakery. The girl was flustered, she had never thought she would meet anyone in the royal family.

“Your Highness, what can I do for you?” The girl stood at the prince’s table waiting for his order. Her hands got clammy from her nerves, and she tried not to clench them or rub the sweat off on her apron. The prince gave her a gummy smile.

“A Fiadone Corse with a coffee, no sugar,” the prince replied to the girl. She nodded to him telling him how long it would take to make the pastry. The prince waited patiently for the girl to bring him his coffee, and a little bit after a slice of freshly made Fiadone Corse. The prince’s mouth watered from just the scent of the beautiful dessert. “Thank you,” he blurted out to the girl. Flustering her further.

“It’s my honour to serve you, Your Highness.” She just barely got out of stuttering in her sentence. She walked back into the kitchen to get other orders out onto customers’ tables. The prince was ecstatic with his Fiadone Corse, it had a satisfying creamy texture with an ideal balance of the citrusy flavour. And the coffee mixed perfectly with the flavours. His smile never faltered from his face.

When the girl glanced over to him, seeing his bright smile, a grin formed on her face too. ‘Happiness is contagious,’ they say. And she was getting the disease. She walked over to the prince, “How is you food, Your Highness?” The prince gave her a gummy smile in return, before composing himself, lowering his smile.

“It was super,” he replied to her question, smirking at the girl. She smiled in return.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she gratefully told the prince. She gave him the price for the meal and saw him off into the kingdom.

“Would… would you be willing to accompany me? I don’t know my way around these parts,” the prince asked the girl. Could this be happening? She barely processed that The Prince of the kingdom was at her bakery, and now he was asking for her to be his tour guide. She didn’t know how to think anymore and blurted out the first thing that ran through her mind.

“I- I have the bakery to look at… I can close it early. Yes. Yes I would love to show you around!” Her bright red cheeks made it apparent how flustered and anxious she was.

“Can I stay in the bakery until you close then,” he asked the girl. She nodded vigorously. She was at a loss for words. In disbelief. The kingdom’s prince? At her bakery? Asking her to show him around town? No way. This was obviously a dream. She wasn’t some main character in a play written by Shakespeare. She was no Juliet. If she was to be any character in Romeo and Juliet, she would be Peter. “Thank you,” the prince said to (Y/n), detaching her from her train of thoughts. She bowed to him and led him to the kitchen,

“Ma’am, would it be alright if I left early? The prince requested for me to show him about the kingdom.” An older lady put down her whisk and looked at the girl in disbelief.

“What are you still doing here? If he wants you to leave go with him immediately!” the old lady hurried the girl out of the door, the prince following closely behind. “I’m so sorry Your Highness, she needs to learn her manners around the royal family,” the lady said, glaring at the girl in mild disappointment. “Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting, Your Highness. You two should be off now.” The lady shoed them away from the bakery, “I can handle the bakery for today.” The girl nodded in response to the lady.

9.3.22

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