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koenigami · 4 months

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synopsis: that one time you accidentally lost ushijima in a mall on christmas. tags: fem!reader, fluff a/n: helloww sweet @ohtokki, your secret santa here! wishing you a wonderful time with your family and friends!<33 i really hope you like this little something i wrote for you and ushiwaka^^ it's actually my first time writing for him so i hope it's not too ooc ehe..

Like in a crammed can of sardines, people tried to navigate through the crowded streets and stores. Some of them looked for last minute gifts while others enjoyed the mesmerising decorations and lights ornamenting the city that seemed even brighter and more vivid once dusk fell. Watching some of the people rush down the halls of the mall you were currently strolling through, arms packed with packages and bags, wide and frantic eyes glancing from one shop window to another, you were more than relieved that Ushijima and you belonged to the second category of people.

“Wow, good thing we bought everything at - " Losing a nearly 6’4 tall boyfriend was hard. "Toshi?" But not impossible.

Especially in a crowded place like this one. With a deep sigh, you looked around, hopefully trying to spot Ushijima somewhere in your proximity though apparently it was not going to be that simple. A young man accidentally bumped into you. The pink gift bag he was carrying slipped out of his hand, though with a hectic hand gesture he managed to grasp it before it touched the floor. “I’m so sorry, Miss!” The teenager blushed and quickly bowed his head before scurrying off.

Meanwhile somewhere in the same mall, Ushijima paced from one shop entrance to another, curiously peeking over other customers’ heads, shoulders slumping every time he did not spot you. The “E” in the corner of his phone display mocked him when he pulled it out of the pocket of his jacket, and it seemed like no store nearby offered free wifi for him to at least send you a quick message.

Of course he could have anticipated that the shopping centre would be this packed today, though when you had asked him to accompany you to get your favourite dessert from the patisserie that was supposed to be somewhere around here, Ushijima had not been able to decline.

A soft tug on his pants pulled his attention away from his phone, and instead of a bright screen, he was gazing into big, teary eyes as a little girl shyly stared up at him, her height barely reaching up to his thigh. “Um, you’re ‘Shijima-san, right?” Had he not crouched down to her height, he would have probably not even been able to hear her question over the loud Christmas music that all of a sudden started playing in the background.

“Yes.” He nodded, somehow not finding it in him to correct her mispronunciation of his name, and instead patiently waited for her to continue. “My Nii-chan always says you’re the coolest so- uh, will you help me find him and mommy?” There was a light shake in her small, gloved hands as she played with one of her dark pigtails, the glittery red bows in them sparkling with every movement of her head.

A curt nod of his was enough to make the little girl smile as if he had just now shown her the entire world, and once he picked her up like she weighed nothing to place her on his shoulders, he indeed did show her an entirely different kind of world. Ushijima’s hands swallowed her much smaller ones, making sure that she was safely positioned and holding on tight. So this is what a giant’s view looks like, she thought, completely in awe about how she could truly see everything and everyone from up there.

“Where was the last time you have been with your mom and brother?” He inquired and looked around for… not exactly sure who. A panicked looking mother? A similarly frantic looking boy? While at the same time trying to catch a glimpse of you amidst the people moving past him.

“We wanted to buy cupcakes!” Her little legs dangled excitedly down the volleyball player’s borad shoulders while she explained that her mom was planning to buy mentioned cupcakes for her fourth birthday. “But then poof! Nii-chan and mommy were gone.” She gestured with her hands as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Poof, huh? Sounded pretty familiar to him when he thought about how you were one minute walking right beside him and the next-

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Ushijima carefully fished it out with one hand while the other made sure the girl on his shoulders would not fall over.

“Hello? Toshi, where are you?” The sound of your voice eased the tension in his shoulders and he did not dare to budge from the spot that, thank god, provided him with some decent signal.

The little girl on his shoulders involuntarily eavesdropped on the giant’s conversation since, with whoever he was talking to, the small gentle smile on his face made it obvious that talking to them made him clearly happy.

“I’m on my way to the patisserie. There’s this girl I just met and she-”

“But we have just been there? And what girl?” It was not a rare occurrence for Ushijima to get held up by fans, yet right now you really just wanted to get home as soon as possible. The crowded space and your missing boyfriend were slowly but surely getting to you and tiring you out so much that you could not help but sound a little snappy over the phone. Whatever fangirl he was dealing right now, he better-

“Love, she’s four.”

"Huh?" Oh.

You loosened the woollen scarf around your neck once you heard your boyfriend’s breathy chuckle on the other end of the line, a light heat creeping up your neck out of sheer embarrassment. Manoeuvring your way through the slowly dissipating crowd, you listened attentively to Ushijima as he explained the little girl’s predicament as well as his current location to you. Since it seemed that you were not too far away from them, you agreed on meeting them at a flower shop in front of which they were currently standing.

“Was that your girlfriend?” The little girl asked curiously once Ushijima hung up, both his hands now securely resting back on her thighs. “Did she also get lost?”

“You could say it like that. But she’ll get here soon and then we will go to look for your family together, alright?”

“Yes! Thank you, Shijima-san!” She exclaimed gratefully, her arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug that made his heart swell. Remembering that she was now even taller than the giant himself, she figured that she could help him too find someone dear to him. “So, what does she look like?”

“Hm? Well, she’s wearing a long coat, a thick white scarf, she has long brown-”

“Is she pretty?”

Ushijima was a little taken aback by her question, since she made it sound as if an answer to it would be more helpful to pinpoint you than a detailed description of your appearance. Yet with a deep sigh and significant warmth in his eyes, he answered truthfully. “Yes, very so.”

And somehow, as if satisfied with his answer, the little girl quietly looked ahead of herself and rested her chin on top of his head. With each passing minute, the mall got emptier, customers wrapped up their purchases before leaving, cash registers in certain shops looked less busy, and even an employee who was wearing a santa costume looked like he had finished his shift as he walked past Ushijima, waving kindly at the girl who happily reciprocated the gesture.

“There!” The girl suddenly perked up after noticing a young woman hurry towards them with a fond smile on her face.

And how could you not smile when the sight of your lover with such a sweet looking young girl perched on top of his shoulders was so endearing to you. You approached them finally and reached up to greet the girl with a light squeeze to her calf.

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable over there. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Chiyo!” She answered with a bright toothy grin before she fervently started to tell you about how she had gotten lost and found "Shijima-san".

Eventually, you made yourself on the way to the patisserie where you hoped to find Chiyo’s mother and brother, since it was the only place where you could get fresh pastries at this time of the day. By the way she clung to Ushijima, you could tell that she had warmed up to him pretty fast, and the same could be said about him. He looked so effortlessly handsome as he carried the child in a way that you would think he had never done anything else in his life. In a way that made you wonder what it would be like to have your own little gremlin sit on top of him and call him a “giant”.

Warmth suddenly engulfed your left hand, and his rare physical display of affection astonished you a slightest bit. But as he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb stroking the back of it back and forth, he simply stated matter-of-factly.

“Don’t want to lose you again.”

Right, Mr. Shijima, you thought knowingly. Admitting that your short lived disappearance had made him feel uncomfortable and that going through the same dilemma would probably make him age a few months more- that was definitely not something he was going to admit today.

However, when he had to put Chiyo back down and watch her run over to her Nii-chan, who coincidentally was the same young man who had earlier bumped into you, Ushijima had to admit that he was a little dejected about the fact that his adventure with the little girl was over so soon.

#fun fact #the dude dressed up as santa is hanamaki bc that's the only job he could get #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu ushijima #hq ushijima

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our-death-means-flag · 1 year

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Headcanons: Hugging the Crew of the Revenge

All of them are my blorbos. I want to hug them. So, here’s that. First time posting on this account! Sorry if this sucks! Platonic or Romantic, up to you!

Stede

Probably not very experienced in giving hugs

Always liked the idea and wanted to hug people but it’s not very ‘proper’ and the poor guy didn’t really have any friends so hasn’t gotten to give many hugs

Has many stored up hugs waiting to be unleashed

Would be very eager but would probably overthink it

Give him a heads up. He wants to set up the ideal hug! Tea, pillows, blankets, the whole nine!

He would go and change into his softest clothes for the occasion

Fumbles his way through the first few seconds but once he gets a good handle on it, he gives very good hugs

Hugs you very gently

Would be happy to read to you while hugging you if it would make you feel better

(It would also make him feel better)

Very soft (fine fabrics) and smells amazing

Just one hug from Stede and you’ll be smelling like flowers for the rest of your day

Probably does the awkward dad pat on the back

Probably also not super experienced in hugs

But also very very excited

A very forceful hugger

He gets very excited okay?

Also he strong

He will 100% squeeze the air out of your lungs

Would also appreciate being squeezed

(Ed would love weighted blankets and I will die on this hill)

Also probably the most likely to pick you up and swing you around

He won’t drop you don’t worry

Despite all the shenanigans, his hugs feel very warm and sturdy

He was probably overthinking just as much as Stede but he’s just better at bluffing confidence

How does he win a hug?

If you tell him you he did a good job with it, congratulations, he will now hug you whenever he sees you

Will probably ask for another hug right after putting you down

Izzy

Hugs for the rat-man

Local meow-meow has never been hugged

Will insist up and down that he doesn’t want/need a hug

He absolutely does but will never ask

Also no way is he self aware enough to even consider the possibility that he might need one

If you somehow manage to give him a hug, he will have absolutely no idea what to do

Will probably stand there, hands awkwardly in the air like someone has him at gunpoint until you tell him it’s okay to touch you

Once he properly is hugging you he will melt immediately

This man is incredibly touch starved and this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to him

He gets one (1) kind gesture and he immediately has an existential crisis

Might cry and if you let him hide his face in your shoulder he’ll cry harder

Let him cry. Poor guy needs a good cry

Hugs incredibly gently by default (He doesn’t want to hurt you)

Will probably never ask for another hug but will be thinking about it for a long time

Please hug him again

Lucius

Gives very good hugs, nice, comforting

Definitely knows what to say to make you feel better

Also pretty open with affection in general

Loops his arm over your shoulder when talking etc.

Would probably whisper something flirty in your ear just to watch you get flustered (If you’re alright with it of course)

Would also go for the ass grab (he asks first of course)

If you’re strong enough to carry him, he would 100% ask you to

Though if you say yes even once he will keep asking. He’s kind of lazy and very flirty so he would be living the dream getting carried around

Also wouldn’t hesitate to rally the entire crew to give you a group hug if he thought it would help you

Black Pete

Would initially insist he’s too cool for hugs

This doesn’t last more that ten seconds because he actually really likes hugs and will fold very quickly even if you don’t push

Seamlessly switches over to claiming he gives the best and coolest hugs

They are pretty cool hugs admittedly

Comfy but a bit on the tight side

Would give you a very strong pat on the back

Like a little too hard but he means well

He’s trying

Jim

Doesn’t strike me as someone who likes hugs all that much

Not very physically affectionate in general

If they did give one they’d probably be very gentle and they’d do their best to move slowly not to spook you since that’s what they’d prefer

Their hugs feel very safe and comforting

Jim would feel protective of you while they’re hugging you

They’re glaring at everyone over your shoulder

If Oluwande dragged them into a group hug they’d be a bit more comfortable with that

They’d probably prefer slinging their arm over your shoulder and sitting next to you to a proper hug

Comfortable but not too much touching involved

Olu

Very very good hugs

I can not emphasize enough how comfy and good his hugs would be

A true master of hugs

Knows exactly how much force to use and how long to make it

Would gently rub your back

Tells you that everything is going to be okay and you can’t not believe him

His hugs feel so safe you could easily fall asleep in his arms

He would let you if you did

Also probably send Jim to make sure everyone else keeps it down so you can sleep

10000/10 hug

Frenchie

Loves hugs and physical affection

The kind of person who would greet you with a hug

Careful at first but that’s mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

Once you give him permission, he will hug you whenever he can

If you hug him from behind he can also play something for you

Cuddles. So many cuddles

Will happily share a blanket or a pillow with you

Wee John

Loves hugs

Very comfy and soft and warm

Probably very careful about how tightly to hold you

Would pick you up and carry you around

He might drop you

Depending on where you both are and how close you two are he might just book it running

For the chaos

Would totally let you sleep on top of him (He is a very cozy bed)

Roach

This might be overly specific but I think he’d be the type to run up behind you and jump scare you with a hug from behind

If you do it back to him he would be pretty happy and proud

Personally I don’t think that startling someone on a ship where most people are armed is a great idea but in his mind if he gets stabbed he can fix it

What’s a little stabbing but a garnish on a hug?

Generally likes hugging from behind

If you’re trying some food he made for you he’d probably be draped over your shoulders like a blanket while waiting for your opinion

The Swede

The Tackle Hug™

He got excited and just went for it

Sent both of you flying

He felt really bad about it and apologized a lot

Will do it again the next time he wants to hug someone

No matter how many times it happens, he will never learn

Stede might suggest that the Swede uses it again during a raid as an attack and you have mixed feelings about that

Ivan

Hug neutral

If you need one or if a hug would make you feel better he’d be fine with that

Probably won’t seek out hugs on his own though

You can cry or fall asleep in his arms and he’ll be fine with that

Will happily take care of you

Fang

I think he would be a little nervous

He hasn’t given many hugs and he really doesn’t want to mess up

Would probably tell you that he’s nervous

Once you assure him everything’s going to be okay he gives you a very good hug

Gets very excited and will be grinning for a while

Very safe and warm

Buttons

Would give surprisingly good hugs

Gives you a comforting pat on the back

Grandpa hug vibes

Karl or Olivia would probably join in and perch on your head or shoulder (They also want you to know they support you)

Buttons would insist that the sea gives the best hugs. (You have no idea what to make of that. He probably isn’t threatening to throw you overboard. Probably )

Also make sure you do not ask him while he is moonbathing

He would absolutely pause the moonbathing to hug you

But he will not pause to put on pants

Be warned

#ofmd x reader #our flag means death #izzy hands x reader #israel hands x reader #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader #blackbeard x reader #could probably write whole fics for stede ed and Izzy #if anyone wants #count all the times a self conscious writer uses the word probably in a set of headcanons #im very nervous #this sat in my drafts for a week

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lonepantheress · 10 months

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♡ txt as summer jobs

pairing: ot5!txt

genre: crack

warnings: completely unserious.

a/n: my inspiration? work has been kicking my ass and i thought it'd be funny if a shitty summer job kicked their ass too! will be updating with a REAL FIC so soon

Yeonjun

Works everywhere and is somehow always broke

It starts to freak you out

Like you see him as your cashier getting ice cream

And then he’s stocking shelves at the store and you’re like, “Oh, that’s weird..”

And then he’s your waiter at a restaurant

And you’re like, “?????”

He’s all cute and nice and hates his job(s) and is like, “I’m saving for a car!”

But he can blow through a paycheck in like a week.

If he’s your coworker omg I could imagine him being the coolest person ever.

Willing to pick up shifts, is fun to talk to when it isn’t busy, and gets shit done when it is.

I don’t see him being like the manager type, but the type that all the managers love even when he’s being super lazy just because he’s charming.

Soobin

Really sweet barista at Starbucks

The type that you run and tell your friends about after you see him because he’s so attractive and so nice

He hates his job though.

I could see him not being a manager but instead being a “team leader” which is basically a manager in training wheels.

Always stressed. Always saying, “I think I’m going to quit soon”

His ass is NOT quitting soon

Like- if he quit, his coworkers would probably cry

Constantly cleaning because he’s constantly knocking things over.

Any embarrassing customer experience? He can safely say he’s had it

Really good at saving his money well

Like… suspiciously good.

Beomgyu

Works at like Forever 21 or something

And using “work” here loosely because he never shows up

How he isn’t fired a month in? Who knows.

A stickler for his job title too

“Oh, so you’re like a cashier at-”

“I’m actually a style consultant.”

He’s just a cashier with a fancy name.

He will hide in between clothing racks and play on his phone or chit-chat with someone else

And if he’s on register, he’s really not paying attention to his surroundings

“Hi, are you able to check me out?”

“What..”

“Like, can I pay here?”

“OH, YES, RIGHT! I WORK HERE!”

Will tell customers all the workarounds and codes and coupons they can stack without them even having to ask.

His giving out company secrets will probably get him fired before him never doing his job.

Taehyun

Works at some fast food spot and wins management over in like a week.

So efficient, so smart, so practical, he gets promoted in record time

the embodiment of this meme I'm sorry

He’s genuinely very good at his job and not necessarily proud of it, just good at it.

And he’s only so good because he uses common sense.

The old ladies that come in love him and are like, “You remind me of someone I knew when I was in high school!”

Will not cover any shifts for the LIFE of him, he would actually prefer you call out before asking him to cover your shift for you

He’d also be so annoying to couponers. It’d basically become a battle of who knows the company policy better

GOD at saving money. Has a 401k and retirement and college fund.

Kai

Game stop employee

Like if you’re buying a game that he knows, you’re stuck for another half hour listening to him talk about it

He gets in trouble for stashing away things that get sold out quickly for himself

He’s actually so sweet to the nerdy little kids in the store

But he also would tell their parents, “This game has a lot of violence and gore btw!!!!!” before they buy it for their kid

As a coworker would have the most fucked up inconsistent schedule

Shows up every day for 2 weeks in a row

And then disappears

And then shows up every day again and you’re like “hello???”

Would initiate the oddest small talk ever while the store is empty

“Do you ever wonder if a little pebble in your shoe is actually your toe rolling around?”

“No….”

“Yeah, me neither.”

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antisocialwritingx · 2 years

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@evansgal: Hi I love dad! Chris sm he is so freaking cute and melts my heart, I was wondering what if the reader surprises Chris by revealing she's pregnant again and then the birth. As well as how their first born & dodger acts with their new sibling ❤

4 + 1 Is?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Summary: A couple of months after your daughter’s first birthday you give Chris another gift that will rock his world.

Warning(s): Fluff, Chris being clueless for just a second, Adeline being excited but lost, and lots of lovey dovey stuff

A/N: I hope you guys liked this. I know it might not be the best but I’m trying my hardest. Lots of love to my lovelies <3 The birth will be written in a second part!

Word Count: 1.5 K

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺: @firefly-graphics

Months after your daughter Adeline’s first birthday you start to notice changes in your body.

Mornings that are met with throwing up, pushing away your favorite foods, and Chris walking on eggshells around you so you don’t blow up on him.

All of these signs pointed to something that you were very familiar with, pregnancy.

Of course you weren't sure, but you and Chris had both been talking about having another baby, and you both decided to let nature decide when you were ready.

After dropping Adeline off with Uncle Scott you decided it was the perfect time to go grocery shopping.

Chris had something going on with his manager that he needed to sort out so this would be the perfect time for you to buy a pregnancy test without Chris finding out.

Going through the aisles, you stop in front of all the pregnancy tests. Grabbing a couple and shoving them in your cart you quickly get out of the aisle and into the next, making sure none of Chris’s fans or anything are following you.

After getting home and putting everything up, you immediately go to the master bedroom, Dodger happily following you. It was as if Dodger could tell you were anxious because he immediately jumps on the bed and looks at you with his sweet puppy eyes.

Sighing softly you sit next to him on the bed, scratching Dodger behind the ears and resting some kisses on his head. After cuddling a bit with your pup, you head towards the bathroom, pulling out three tests and locking the door.

Doing your thing, you set a timer before heading towards your laundry room with Dodger trailing behind you, following your every move.

You loved both Chris and Adeline, but the more they kept dirtying their clothes, the closer you were to just sending them out into the world with trash bags.

After doing some laundry and cleaning around the house a bit you head back to the bathroom, anxiety coursing through your veins.

Resting your hand on the doorknob you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that no matter the outcome you tell Chris.

Turning the doorknob you quickly make your way to the counter only to gasp.

Two lines.

Pregnant.

You’re pregnant!

Tears of joy weld in your eyes as your hand covers your mouth. Your shaky hand picks up one of the pregnancy tests, still in shock that you were going to have another little one.

Squealing happily you turn to Dodger who’s face tilts with confusion.

“You’re gonna have another sibling bubba!” You tell him, bending down and kissing him all over. Ideas immediately rush through your mind, as you rush down the stairs and put Dodger in his little pen, grab your purse and keys, making sure to bring the test with you. You wanted to tell Chris right away, but you also wanted to make a little something special for your daughter, because this was great news for not only you and Chris, but your daughter too.

After rushing to the store you make your way back home, letting Dodger run free from his pen before setting up your daughter’s surprise, creating a cute little board that read ‘Mommy, daddy, Dodger, and me makes four plus one more makes five!’ and hiding behind that was a shirt that read ‘I’m the coolest big sister!’, a wrapped cake pop for your daughter, and the positive pregnancy test.

Obviously your daughter couldn’t read at the age of one, but she understood things pretty well so hopefully she’ll somewhat understand the message. If not then she’ll definitely understand what the cake pop is. (Scott gave her enough of those for her to exclaim ‘pop!’ every time you guys went to Starbucks.)

Putting the gift away along with the pregnancy test you start making dinner, knowing that within the next two hours Adeline and Chris would be home and starving.

The oven timer sets off with a loud ring just in time as you hear the front door open, Chris’s laughter filling the air along with your daughter’s voice chanting ‘Totger! Totger!’, her d’s sounding more like t’s.

A smile rests on your face as you turn off the oven and spin around.

“Mama! Mama!” Adeline exclaims, her arms reaching up for you the second her beautiful eyes land on you.

“Oh my goodness! My baby is home!” You excitedly coo, grabbing a hold of your baby and smothering her with kisses, causing her giggles to fill the air.

After showering your baby with some love you turn to your loving husband, a breathless smile on your face.

“Now, I’m not trying to sound jealous of my baby, but I better be getting some lovin’ like that.” Chris tells you, his Boston accent making an appearance as he approaches you.

Leaning up, you share a sweet kiss with him, Chris humming into the kiss.

“Hello to you Mr. Evans.” You tell him, biting your lip softly.

“And hello to you, Mrs. Evans.” He tells you, wrapping his arm around you before kissing you again softly.

The sweet kiss it shared for only a moment, before you feeling something, well, somethings, wedge its way between you two.

Pulling apart you glance down to see Dodger making his way between you two along with her daughter, Dodger with a happy look on his face with his tongue out and your daughter with a smile on her chubby face.

After making sure everyone got some love, you all sit and enjoy dinner, you and Chris talking about each other’s day while your daughter babbles incoherent sentences when you and Chris ask her about her day.

You clear the dinner table as Chris takes your daughter up for her bath, muttering to her along the way.

“Your mama is gonna kill me and uncle Scott if we keep getting you so dirty all the time Ada.”

“Cott cott!” Was the only response you heard for Adeline, her way of calling her Uncle Scott.

As you put the dishes in the dishwasher and clear the table, you make sure no one is looking before grabbing the gift box from the cabinet. Putting a finger over your lips in a ‘ssh’ manner to Dodger, you check the clock before heading to your living room, knowing that by now Chris should have your daughter fully bathed and changed, ready for down time.

Resting on the couch and hiding the gift box behind one of the throw pillows, you cuddle up with Dodger as you hear Chris’s footsteps get louder and louder as they near you, Adeline’s babbling getting louder as well.

Chris sees you resting on the couch and smiles, sitting next to you with your daughter on his lap.

Turning to him, you pull the gift box from behind the pillow and rest it lightly on top of Dodger’s head in your lap.

“What did I do to deserve a gift?” Chris as you, sitting Adeline on his lap as he takes the gift from you. Your daughter ‘oos’ at the gift in his large hands.

“Well it’s actually for both of you guys.” You tell him, gesturing for him to open it as you cuddle with Dodger, waiting to see their reaction.

Opening the box along with your daughter, Chris pulls off the lid with a confused look before turning to you.

“Read it out loud.” You tell him, a small smile on your face.

“You wanna read with dada Ada? Let’s read it! Mommy, daddy, Dodger, and me makes four plus one more makes five!” He reads, pausing for a moment after.

“Five?” Chris looks at you for a moment in confusion before everything clicks in his mind, turning to the box in his hand quickly before looking at you once more, his face painted with a look that asks, ‘really?’

You nod your head as the smile on your face grows wider. “Pull the board out.” You tell him and he follows, moving the board out of his way before setting the box aside. In his hands is the pregnancy test and your daughter’s new shirt.

“We’re having another baby? Really love?” Chris asks you quietly, tears welling up in his beautiful blue eyes.

Tears well up in your own as you nod yes. Chris pulls your daughter closer to his body with one arm as he drags you and Dodger towards him, kissing you and Adeline all over your faces.

“We’re having another baby! Ada! You’re gonna be a big sissy!” He exclaims, laying multiple kisses on your daughter's head.

Chris turns his head to you and smiles, happy tears in his eyes.

“We’re having another baby Honey, another little munchkin.” You tell him, both of you still in disbelief.

Chris pulls you into a loving kiss, both of you smiling as this happy moment cements itself into your consciences.

Pulling away, Chris turns Adeline in his arms as he bounces her up and down in his lap.

“Are you excited to be a big sissy Ada?” He asks her, but her eyes are set on the box.

You tap her on his chubby cheek which catches her attention.

“Hmm? Are you excited honeybun?” You ask her, leaning forward and kissing her chubby cheek.

“Pop!” Adeline exclaims, her small finger pointing towards the box as both you and Chris burst out in laughter.

#chris evans drabble #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #dad!chris evans #mom!reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #dad! chris evans #dad!chris evans x mom!reader

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thunderon · 9 months

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alright more pre-crash yellowjackets thoughts! this time: shitty high school jobs they had! (i worked 5 different shitty minimum wage jobs between the ages of 15-18 and have thought about the concept with more gravity than it deserves sorry)

shauna: was a tutor during the school year for literally every subject. she was the only reason jeff and randy passed their junior year. even though she could use the money, shauna never charged any of her teammates if they needed some help. when school was out during the summers, she had a seasonal job at the concession stand at the local concert venue. pretty easy money and she liked listening to the bands play

jackie: unemployed. being the coolest girl in school is a full time job, after all! note: tried to get a job with shauna at the concession stand. it was a complete and utter disaster. she lasted a week, and only made it that long because of how much shauna covered for her. after that didn’t pan out, when shauna worked weekends, jackie would always buy a concert ticket… just to hang out by the concession stand and talk with shauna for the whole show

nat: her first job was working at the local pizza parlor. was employed there for 6 months until it got shut down because, as it turns out, the whole thing was a money laundering front for the mob (which explains why nat never got fired despite being actually kinda bad at making pizzas). after that, she goes to work the 6pm-midnight shift at the grimiest gas station in wiskayok. except for the occasional stick up, it was a quiet job where no one bothered her and she could buy her own cigarettes. however she was constantly sleep-deprived having to get up for school in the mornings. definitely created energy drink concoctions that would send most people into cardiac arrest. van and the other yellowjackets would always stop by to see her on shifts and nat always gives them free slurpees

van: started working at the movie theater in the mall when she was 14 (the owner needed the help and did not ask enough questions). van is the rare sort of person that is absolutely beloved by both customers and her fellow employees and no one was surprised when she became a manager. she has the best customer service and will help out all the other employees with whatever they need. to this day she still holds the record for most Employee of the Month awards. also i just know van was the ultimate hookup and snuck her friends into shows and definitely took home the leftover popcorn after her shift. if she knew nat was on shift at the gas station, she’d stop by on her way home and give her some

taissa: never worked during the school year because she took way too many classes and extracurriculars (she was a 3-sport athlete: cross country in the fall, basketball in the winter, soccer in the spring. also did debate team AND student gov). her parents actually tried to talk her out of getting a summer job, but taissa has never relaxed a day in her life. she took a job at a clothing store in the mall and claimed she chose it for the employee discounts. the fact the store was located in the same mall as the movie theater was unrelated to anything whatsoever (tho taissa and van’s break schedules coincidentally always lined up and they’d hang out and go to the arcade where they’d have competitions… loser had to buy the winner food from the food court afterwards).

anyways tai would have been a perfect employee… if she didn’t have the world’s worst customer service (“for the fifth and final time, i am not going to give you a goddamned refund if you don’t have the RECEIPT and if you try putting that ugly ass blouse in my face again i will shove it up your-”) …had to have routine talks with HR throughout her tenure there. her manager gently suggested therapy, once.

lottie: didn’t need the money but definitely got a job out of boredom. decided to lifeguard as a summer job. it was basically getting paid to tan and tell kids to stop running. she had a sixth sense for when it’s about to start storming. her coworkers stopped questioning it after a few months and now when lottie says to get everyone out of the pool, they get everyone out of the pool. from lifeguarding lottie actually learned enough about pool maintenance to do the work and check the chemical balances on the pool at her own house. her father thinks the whole thing is ridiculous, her mother thinks it’s nice she has a hobby

laura lee: didn’t work a paid job but volunteered. she played piano for the local church services and on weekdays she worked evenings at the local food bank. if she sees anyone from school show up, it stays between her and God. she has managed to rope each of the yellowjackets into volunteering with her at least once

mari: worked at a local restaurant. tried to be a waitress, but on her very first day she got three different customer complaints about her attitude and so the owner put her in the kitchen where she became a linecook. she had more healthcode violations in her 1.5 years of working there than every other employee combined. the manager fired her on a weekly basis but she always just showed up to work the next day like nothing happened and the boss always took her back because mari is the best damn linecook he ever had

akilah: she’s a baby and was too young to work an actual job but definitely did babysitting (mostly for family). definitely was the kid-whisperer. had plans to work at library once she turned 16

misty: volunteered at the local retirement home and developed a love-hate relationship with an 85yo named Ethel (and by love-hate i mean: misty loved ethel, ethel hated misty)

#yellowjackets #op #while everyone else discusses in depth about the themes of the show and theories for the upcoming season #i am over here yelling ‘GAS STATION CLERK NATALIE’ into a microphone #i know i shouldve said something cooler like a vinyl shop or something but i couldn’t do it #also i have either worked or had a friend who worked all the jobs i listed #so this is certified authentic #taivan #i feel like there’s just enough to tag that

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Super Freak - Steve Harrington

A/N: more Stevie xD I loved this too much to make it a dialogue so turned it into a one-shot! I hope you like it tooo I miiiiiiiiiiight make a pt. 2 where Steve hears someone else call the reader freak but depends on how this goes

Request - Anonymous asked: How about a dialogue for reader x Steve where she's Eddie's sister and she is in a date with Steve (who doesn't know reader is a Munson) so when they see Eddie, Steve calls him freak and Eddie just smirks at him and looks at reader arching an eyebrow or something 🤭

Warnings: mmm not much, just Steve calling Eddie and his family a freak but I guess that’s pretty much it

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Super Freak

She's alright, she's alright That girl's alright with me

“Three hours!” Steve complained as he drove Dustin around. “You said it was going to be a quick errand and you had me there for three hours” he said, glaring at him. “I’m getting a bit sick of driving you around! I have things to do, you know-?”

“First of all, I needed to find the perfect gift for Suzie because she’s coming next week to visit. And secondly, It’s not like you have a date tonight or anything” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey! Just because I might not have a date tonight, doesn’t mean that I don’t have better things to do than help you for three hours to look for the ‘perfect gift’” he said, mocking Dustin’s voice.

“You’re just jealous because I have a girlfriend and you don’t” Dustin chuckled. “I have officially become cooler than you” Dustin laughed.

“In your dreams, Henderson-” Steve was cut off when they heard a loud pop outside and Steve’s car spinning out of control a little. He was able to control the steering wheel enough to stop the car on the side of the road, placing his arm in front of Dustin. “Shit! Are you okay?”

“Yeah” Dustin said, still a little shaken up. “What the fuck did you just hit?”

“I don’t know! Fuck!” Steve said, frustrated, getting out of the car. “Shit! I have a flat tire” he said, as Dustin got out as well.

“So? Doesn’t your car have a spare, just change it” he shrugged it off.

“W-well, I would, but- uh-” Steve, sighed.

“Holy shit! You don’t know how to change a tire, do you?” Dustin laughed and Steve glared at him.

“Well, do you know how to change a tire?”

“No, but I’m a lot younger than you and my dad left when I was a kid, so I have that excuse” he defended himself.

“Yeah, well, my dad’s not really around, okay? So it's not like anybody showed me” he complained.

“But you’re supposed to show me how to do all this stuff” Dustin complained.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t count on that” Steve said.

“Hey, hold on, I think Eddie’s uncle’s car workshop is just down the street-”

“Oh, right, Eddie, your new best friend who you think is cooler than me because he plays your nerdy game?” he complained.

“Yes!” Dustin snapped. “I never said that!”

“Whatever, man, I’m sure we can figure this out-”

“How, Steve? Neither one of us knows how to change a flat tire” Dustin pointed out and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Fine, you know where this place is?”

“Yes, I know where this place is” Dustin snapped.

“Fine, let’s go” he said, opening the car door again. “Wipe your feet!” he said as Dustin started wiping his feet on the carpet of his car. “On the outside! Not the inside!” he snapped. “Jesus Christ” he muttered, getting behind the wheel again.

After a couple of minutes, Steve finally managed to pull over at the car workshop with three good wheels. The place seemed a bit abandoned aside from a small convenience store and a few cars inside the garages being fixed. And then, Steve saw you.

Dustin saw his jaw drop as he looked as you came out of the garage with your overalls up to your waist, so it showed your white shirt with black sleeves from the waist up. You had to be the coolest person he had ever seen, as you walked out and tossed your cigarette away.

“You okay, Steve?”

“Y-yeah” Steve said, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back at Dustin. “Yeah, of course, I’m okay, why-why wouldn’t I be?” he laughed nervously.

“You sure? You looked a little too interested, there” Dustin said.

“What? Who? Y-you know her?”

“Yeah, she goes to our school” Dustin said as if it was obvious.

“She goes- she what?” Steve asked, confused. “You’re shitting me, right? There’s no way that someone like her goes to our school and I never noticed” he said.

“Well, maybe that’s because you were a jerk then and didn’t talk to people who weren’t worthy of King Steve’s time” he mocked him.

“Hey, shut up! I was cool back then, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s a nice story, granpda” Dustin mocked him. “You didn’t answer my question, though” he said.

“You didn’t ask a question!”

“Do you like her?”

“No! I do not like her, I mean, I don’t even know her, how would I-? Why would I-?

“You’re like bright red in the face right now” Dustin laughed.

“No, I’m not” Steve insisted. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’ll punch you so hard in your face that your teeth will fall back out-”

“Whoa” Dustin said, dropping his smile. “Too far” he said, making Steve look at him apologetically.

“Not cool” he said.

“Not cool” Dustin repeated.

“Sorry” Steve told him.

“It’s okay” Dustin replied. “My point was that she’s way out of your league. So don’t even try. She’s too cool to be with someone like you” he laughed.

“What? Too cool? She’s not out of my league!”

“Yeah, she is” Dustin insisted.

“You know what? I’m beginning to think this is all bullshit! You probably don’t even know her. So, I’m gonna walk over her-”

“And tell her you don’t know how to change a tire?”

“And after she helps with my car I will ask her out on a date, and she will say yes!” Steve said, taking off his seatbelt.

“Oh, I would definitely love to see that” Dustin said.

“Well, get ready because you’re about to” he said, getting out of the car and making his way towards you.

As he approached you, you turned around and smiled brightly at him, making his heart stop for a moment.

“Hi, can I help you?” you asked, politely.

“H-hi” Steve said, taking a breath. “Y-yes, I’m uh- Steve” he stuttered, nervously.

“Hi, Steve” you smiled.

“Hi” he replied, a little excited. “Um- d-do you work here?”

“What was your first clue?” you smirked, finding it a bit adorable at how nervous he was.

“Right, sorry that was a stupid question” he laughed. “Uh, I just um- I think I might have hit something while driving a-and, I have a flat tire” he said, pointing at his car.

“And let me guess… you don’t know how to change a tire” you said with a small smirk.

“W-well, and you do?” Steve asked, cursing himself almost immediately.

“I mean, it’s kind of a requirement to work in a car workshop so… yeah” you said, sarcastically.

“R-right” he chuckled. “I am not coming off that well, am I?”

“Is not as bad as you think” you encouraged him.

“W-well, can you help me with it, then?” he asked, nervously.

“Of course, I can” you smiled.

Dustin rolled his eyes and buried his face in his hands. It wounded him to see Steve like this. So he got out of the car and walked over to the two of you.

“Hey, Dustin! How are you?”

“W-wait, shit, you actually know her?” Steve muttered to Dustin.

“This is my friend Steve-”

“So I’ve heard” you said, smiling at Steve.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked Dustin between clenched teeth.

“And he would love to take you out on a date” Dustin said, ignoring Steve.

“Henderson!”

“Oh, would he now? And where would Steve plan on taking me?” you asked, interested.

“Well, I know you like pizza and he loves pizza” Dustin told you.

“Is that so?” you asked, looking at Steve who’s cheeks were incredibly flushed. “Well, that sounds good” you said, making Steve let out a sigh of relief he had no idea he was holding.

“Cool, tomorrow night?” Dustin asked.

“Sure, one last question” you said.

“Yes?”

“Are you coming on the date too or would Steve be able to talk to me then?” you asked, looking at Steve.

“Uh, n-no, it would just be me because I would have already murdered Henderson by then” he said, making you laugh.

“Well, okay then, handsome” you smirked. “You can wait inside while I work on your tire if you want” you offered. Dustin took you up on your offer and went inside the store but Steve stood in his place.

“A-actually” he said, getting nervous again. “Would you mind- teaching me how to change a tire?” he said, with a hint of red on his cheeks and you smiled sweetly at him.

“Of course, pretty boy” you said, walking over to his car and Steve followed you.

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“Okay, and then you just tighten it” you said as Steve finished changing the tire in his car. “And there you go” you smiled at him.

“That’s it?” Steve asked, excited. “That wasn’t so hard” he said, getting up.

“See? You’re a pro now” you smiled. “So, now, next time you have a flat tire you can change it yourself” you told him.

“Maybe, but I still feel I would need to drop by to make sure I’m doing a good job” he winked at you, making your cheeks burn a little.

You obviously knew who Steve Harrington was. He was a year older than you, and if you were being completely honest, you always thought he was a douchebag. But you have heard the way Dustin talked about him to your brother, and Dustin had become one of your favorite people so you thought you’d give him a shot. And you actually had a pleasant time while changing his tire. Not to mention, you had always thought he was handsome. I mean, he was a jerk, but you weren’t blind. Still, even if you felt a little nervous, there was something about him that made you feel comfortable.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you could get a job here now” you smiled.

“Uh, I think I’m a little better at Family Video, but thanks” he told you.

“Oh, that’s right, you work there now” you blurted out. “That’s pretty cool, although I have to admit you looked better in your Scoops Ahoy uniform, pretty boy” you smirked at him.

“How do you even know about that? Have you been stalking me or something?” he chuckled as the two of you cleaned your hands.

“Well, movies and ice cream just happen to be my favorite things” you smiled. “So… I just happened to frequent those places” you defended yourself.

“Of course, you do” he smiled.

“Hey, um” you said, getting a little nervous for a moment. “Your car is actually done now, but I… have some time to kill before my brother comes pick me up, since my shift is over and I was wondering if you’d like to maybe keep me company?”

“S-seriously?”

“I mean, we don’t really have the best stuff in the store” you chuckled. “But we have pringles and coke” you offered.

“That sounds perfect” Steve smiled at you.

You had to admit that you were having a pretty good time with Steve, eating all kinds of junk food. The ones you kept in your secret stash, not whatever crappy stuff you sold in the store. You talked about movies, music, a couple of books, whatever you could think of. Everything was going smoothly, until you noticed Steve’s face drop when someone walked into the store, instantly going to Dustin, on another table.

“Steve?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“What-?” he asked, looking at you. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine sorry, is just… it’s not important.

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” you chuckled.

“No, sorry, is just this guy that I don’t really like” Steve told you. “It’s kind of stupid, but he’s Dustin’s new friend and now apparently he just loves hanging out with him and I know it sounds childish but I guess… I don’t know-”

“It sounds like you’re jealous” you giggled.

“I’m not jealous! Okay? I’m just worried about Dustin, that’s all, this guy’s just… weird” he said.

“Weird? Weird how?” you asked curiously.

“He’s a freak! His whole family is probably a freak” he muttered. “The whole school knew it! He’s still in school, you might know him, he hasn’t graduated” Steve told you.

You felt your heart stop. It wasn’t the first time you heard that word being thrown at your brother or at you. So you knew exactly who Steve Harrington was talking about. And you remembered why you didn’t like him in the first place.

“A freak, huh?” you said, a little mad. “What’s his name?”

“Eddie” Steve said, still glaring at Eddie and Dustin on the other table. “Eddie ‘the-”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” you finished for him.

“Yeah! Exactly, do you know him?”

“Oh, just a little” you said with an angry smile as you heard Dustin and Eddie approach your table.

Eddie was looking at you with the biggest smirk on his face and then back at Steve. You knew he had heard everything Steve had just said.

“Harringon” he said, nodding at Steve.

“Munson” Steve said, looking a little intimidated.

“Ready to go, hellspawn?” he said, looking at you.

You swear you could see the moment Steve’s heart dropped as his eyes widened from Eddie to you.

“Yep” you said, standing up and grabbing your jacket. You then turned to look at Steve, whose face was as red as the can of coke on the table. “You seem confused” you smirked. “Well, you see” you said, glaring at him a little. “I am also ‘a freak’ Munson!”

“Y-you’re Eddie’s-”

“Sister, yes” you said. “You know, I don’t think this is going to work out” you told Steve. “I have a feeling you wouldn’t like being involved with the Munson freaks” you said, upset.

“N-no, I didn’t mean to-”

“Bye, Dustin” you said, smiling politely at him. “Let’s go” you told your brother before you made your way out of the store.

“Well, better luck next time King Steve” Eddie mocked him, using his high school nickname. “See you tomorrow, Henderson” he said, before following you.

“What the fuck did you do?” Dustin said, looking at Steve.

“Dude! I didn’t know she was Munson’s sister! You could have told me!”

“Do you need to be told everything? I mean, seriously? She works at his uncle’s car workshop! She knew me! And she’s wearing a Hellfire shirt! You didn't notice that?”

“How was I supposed to if the devil thing was on her back! I fucking hate those shirts!”

“She designs the shirts! And that was a previous design. For fuck’s sake just stop talking” Dustin said as they started walking out of the store. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend you always say stupid things-”

“How was I supposed to know she was a Munson? I didn’t know her and you didn’t tell me-!”

“Well, still! If you didn’t have that stupid preconceived idea that Eddie’s a freak, you wouldn’t have said anything and you would have a date tomorrow night!”

“Okay, fine! I just… I don’t like Eddie, okay!”

“Why? Just because he looks a little different from everyone in our school? Because he has tattoos? Because he plays D&D? Because he’s weird? I thought you had changed after Nancy dumped you! In case you haven’t noticed, me and my friends are pretty weird as well-”

“No! It's not because of that, okay? I don’t care about that, I didn’t even come up with the whole freak thing-”

“Then, what?”

“I was jealous! Okay?” he blurted out.

“Jealous of what?”

“Of you, hanging out with him so much! I-” he sighed. “Fuck! Fine, if you ever repeat this, Henderson, I swear I will kill you. But yes, okay? I never had any brothers or sisters and you’re, I don’t know, like my little brother and then all of the sudden this other guy shows up and he’s cooler than me because he gets the things you like so you look up to him and I don’t and I just… it kind of sucks” he sighed.

“Dude” Dustin said, with a smile.

“Shut up! Don’t look at me like that! I swear I will punch you! Just help me apologize to her, okay?”

“Seriously?” Dustin asked as they got in the car.

“Look… I don’t… I haven’t… felt that connection with someone and a really long time. I really liked her and… I would love to go on a date with her” he admitted. “If she ever talked to me again, that is” he said, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Okay, fine” Dustin shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s go get your girl then” he said.

“Really? I thought you said she was too cool to be with someone like me” Steve mocked him.

“She is” Dustin pointed out.

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If you had asked Steve Harrington where did he see himself a year ago, he would definitely not, in a million years, respond that he would be in a trailer park, outside of Eddie Munson’s home with a box of chocolates in one hand, a bouquet of roses on the other, and a sixpack of beers under his arm. He nervously knocked on the door and hoped that you came to open it, but of course you didn’t. Eddie stood there with a big smirk on his face and a cigarette on his lips.

“You lost, Harrington?”

“Eddie” he said, grabbing the six-pack in his hand. “I come in peace” he said. “Henderson said this was your favorite beer so…” he said, offering it to Eddie, who looked between the beers and back at Steve.

“Henderson’s right” he said, grabbing it. “Thanks” he said. “That it?”

“N-no, I wanted to apologize” he sighed. “For earlier” he said, nervously. Eddie could be quite intimidating.

“What about it?” he said, casually.

“I didn’t… mean to call you or your sister freaks” he said, clearing his throat.

“You’re not the first one to do it” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, which make Steve feel even worse. Thinking about how you might get the same treatment as Eddie was not something he would like to consider.

“I know but… it still wasn’t right” Steve said. “Look, uh- I just… didn’t really like the fact that Henderson’s been hanging so much with you and just… less with me, I guess-”

“Are you kidding?” Eddie chuckled. “That kid is always talking about you, man. He’s always telling me how you’re a badass” he said, letting out the smoke of his cigarette. “He insists on the matter” he told Steve.

“Really? Henderson said that?” Steve asked, smiling.

“Kid worships you, dude” Eddie admitted. “And I gotta say, I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt but you seem to have pissed off my sister so-”

“Right, yeah, uh- that’s why I’m here” Steve said. “Look, I shouldn’t have said what I did” he started. “Today or when I was in high school. I know I was a jerk to you-”

“You weren’t the worst one, to be honest with you” he said.

“Either way” Steve said. “I wanted to apologize to both of you. If she wants to talk to me that is” he told him and Eddie laughed.

“Look, Harrington” he said, opening one of the beers and offering him another one which Steve gladly took. “She’s just… a bit defensive when it comes to me” he told him. “But I gotta say, nobody has pulled this apology thing with flowers and shit” he chuckled.

“Dustin said she might like them” Steve said, getting nervous.

“Nah, she hates chocolate. And she thinks flowers are cliché” he instructed him.

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, I can take those for you” he offered and Steve gave the flowers and chocolates to him. “I’ll go get her if you want to talk to her” he said.

“Wait and… you’d… be okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Me asking your sister out?”

“Well, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, man” Eddie laughed. “To be honest, you’re better than the assholes she’s dated, and… if you’re good enough for Henderson, you’re good enough for me, I guess” he told Steve. “Just know that if you hurt her-”

“You’ll kill me. Got it” Steve said.

“No, man. If you hurt my sister she is more than capable of killing you herself. I was gonna say Henderson might hate you” he said, going in. “HEY HELLSPAWN! YOU HAVE A VISITOR!”

Steve instantly felt nervous again when he heard the ruckus inside and you approaching the door. Especially now that he was empty-handed and he had to rely solely on his apology.

“Hey” Steve said, quietly as you appeared at the door.

“Harrington” you said, unenthusiastically. Not at all how you greeted him at the workshop. “What brings you to the freak residence?”

“I wanted to apologize” Steve replied quickly.

“For calling my brother and his family a freak? Or for not knowing that he was my brother and I was part of his family of freaks?”

“Well… both” Steve smiled nervously. “Look, it wasn’t right what I said, I don’t… even know your brother and back in high school I was a jerk, I know that” he said. “I guess… you were right, I was just a little jealous that Dustin started hanging around him a lot, and… still, I shouldn’t have said that about him… or you for that matter” he said, nervously. “I know that first impressions are so important and I just… wanted to apologize and well, take a long shot seeing if you’d like to start over? And maybe have that date we were going to have tomorrow? I really liked hanging out with you and I just thought…” he sighed. “I don’t know what I thought” he admitted.

“Wow” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “An apology from Steve Harrington? Is this even real?” you chuckled. “I would have assumed you were the kind of guy that apologized with flowers or chocolate or something” you said, arching an eyebrow at him.

“I… actually brought flowers and chocolates for you. And beer for your brother but Eddie said you didn’t like chocolate and you thought flowers were cliché” he said, making your smile drop.

“He what?” you asked, opening the door. “EDWARD! THAT CHOCOLATE BOX BETTER BE COMPLETE BY THE TIME I GET BACK!”

“Chocolate is bad for hellspawns!” he said, making you roll your eyes.

“So… I take it you do like chocolate then?” Steve said, trying not to laugh.

“I love chocolate” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn a little.

“Looks like I made a good choice then. Why did he grab the flowers too though?”

“Oh, he’s right about that. I do think flowers are kind of cliché” you said. “But… maybe that’s because nobody has ever gotten me flowers before” you smiled a little. “Look, I get that my brother is… a bit much” you chuckled. “But he’s my best friend and… he’s kind of the only one that has always been there for me so… I tend to get a little defensive when it comes to him because he’s always been protective of me” you admitted. “Kind of like you and Dustin” you said.

“I get that. And really, I am sorry for what I said” he told you. “And if I was a jerk to you in high school, cause I know I was” he added.

“You weren’t” you told him. “I wasn’t worthy enough of King Steve even paying attention to me” you said, with a small smirk.

“I guess I deserve that” Steve said, looking down.

“Do you… uh… really like pizza?” you asked all of the sudden.

“Uh, yeah” Steve said, a little confused.

“Well we ordered some pizza earlier so… if you would like to… I don’t know hang out?” you said, looking up at him.

“Really?” Steve asked, excitedly.

You rolled your eyes a little with a smile. “Look, yes… everyone’s called us freaks but… no one has… really apologized before so…” you said, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks” you told him.

“You’re welcome” Steve smiled. “And thank you for giving me a second chance” he told you.

“Well, I don’t like to be someone who judges by appearances” you said, making him glare a little. You laughed giving him a peck on the lips. “Come on” you said, pulling him inside the trailer. “Eddie, where is my chocolate?!”

“It’s gone by now! You should know better, hellspawn!”

“I’ll get you more chocolate” Steve said, squeezing your hand.

“Well, what a gentleman, pretty boy” you smiled.

The End

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[Part 2]

A/N: ahhh xD I hope you guys liked it! please let me know what you think! and if you’d like a part two with the date maybe? Dustin and Eddie helping? or/and running into the basketball team and they call the reader a freak? idk might happen

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot

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n3onstarss · 1 year

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can I get request on rottmnt boys x reader headcanon were the reader is a dragon turtle

Thank you for the request! i went closer to Bowser in terms of dragon turtle, i hope that's what you meant and if not feel free to correct me!

Rottmnt boys x dragon turtle reader!

Relationship; Rottmnt turtles x reader (separately ofc!)

Romantic or Platonic?; Romantic

Reader type; Bowser-esque dragon turtle

Raphael

Thinks it is THE coolest thing ever! a mix of dragon and turtle? sign him up!

Admires your shell for sure! the spikes remind him of his and in a way, you match!

Spends so much time cuddling with you, it's comforting to know someone loves him and have them in his arms at the same time

loves fighting next to you, it's you two verses the world and he's okay with that, so long as you're by his side

Definitely introduces you to Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu movies, he needs to be able to gush and discuss them with you

Is still scared of hurting you in some way, PLEASE reassure him you're fine-

reminds you daily that you're loved, it's like clockwork

Donatello

at first he was 'weird, science-y' Donatello about the whole thing, constantly wondering how you worked

and then he realized that was weird and mellowed out a lil. he's definitely still science-y about you but much less weird

Will ask you to do experiments with him, from just putting mentos in a coke bottle to prank his brothers to full out property destruction

You def have to remind him that food, water and sleep are things, but he'd gladly do the same for you

Enjoys fighting with you and probably made you a titanium weapon or something similar to help you

Will ask you to steal pizza for him. from the store, from his brothers, stealing yours, whatever! this turtle enjoys crime and he's taking you down with him (affectionately ofc)

He's not the most physical touch guy, but when he is he'll go to you first and foremost for cuddles or hugs

Leonardo

thinks it's so fucking cool that you're a turtle AND a dragon??? how??

asks a ton of questions all the time about absolutely everything!

will fight either beside you or on his own, depending on the skill set needed. he may be an idiot, but he's not stupid!

The clingiest mother fucker ever /pos will latch on and not let go

Brags about how cool you are to anyone who will listen, even if you're in the same room as him when it happens

Bites as a form of affection.

Very much something of a passenger princess. will make you drive and will have a Starbucks drink and phone in hand the entire time! manages to drink the drink, watch TikTok and hold a conversation all at once-

Michelangelo

your biggest hype man 200%

will support crazy moments, but is not afraid to Dr delicate touch you or Dr feelings you if needed

Will ask you to help around the lair if you can, and if not you'll probably end up helping out of guilt

WILL paint on you or have you cook with him, definitely spends as much time as he can with you (including cuddles)

Makes sure to fireproof and shell proof your stuff so they nothing gets destroyed!

will bounce off the walls with you

Will just ride around on your shell or shoulders and chirp

#again im bad at writing mikey sorry-#anyways!#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #mikey x reader #leo x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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... With some asks answered, are you alright if I ask what The Roo Gang would be as yanderes? Go ahead and ignore this if you want to of course! 😅

No no, I loved this! XD

Warnings for: Yandere behaviours, sexual assault and harassment, kidnapping, etc.

Kingston:

Kinda??... Chill??? Kinda.

Like, he wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't touch you in an inappropriate way. And he likes it when you fight back; he thinks its cute and you're the coolest person ever. So he wont fully kidnap you or anything either- as that'd take the fun clean away!

But he w i l l n o t leave you alone. Every time you get home there's a reminder that he's thinking about you~ Like a bouquet of flowers, or chocolates and a note teasing you that these are your favourites, doll!- but did I drug them?, a new piece of furniture (for me to sit at when I come over to see you~ ), etc.

There will also be never ending attempts to blackmail and threaten you into being with him (Just one date! A movie! I'm not askin' you to marry me, just come out with me- just give me a chance.), but basically telling him to fuck off will get rid of him. He wouldn't actually send you to jail, or get you kicked out of your house, or fired or anything!!- you both know that!!-

So yeah, chill sorta?? You can brush him off. But you'll be brushing him off for ever.

... unless of course you start dating someone else, then he'll have to get serious. To protect this cute little thing, you two have with eachother~ ^^

Rena:

Rena is eager. XD What little sense of dignity and pride for herself she had before, is gone- now she'll do anything to have you. And almost anything for you (Anything- except let you go of couse).

She w i l l catch you (She'll drug your drink, she'll seduce a flunkey or two into kidnapping you for her and then kill them to prove they meant nothing for her and she's all yours *cough*, she'll chain you up in the basement she set up all-pretty for you~ ^^ ), she will keep you, and she will get rid of anyone looking for you.

She's kinda like Baby Firefly in Mommy mode actually XD She likes to feed you, dress you, bathe you- just in general be super sickly sweet to you.

She's also kinda like Greasy in yandere mode, though. And... you know. She wont be able to keep her hands off you.

Ryan:

Okay he's my favourite. YOU DRIVE HIM C R A Z Y. Like, man, he is the m o s t sexual yandere here. He's demisexual, and he is i n l o v e with you. He's the type to stand over your sleeping form and jack off.

He hates himself for it, but what can he do? You're the bitch for doing this to him. Could you not fucking look at him?? Jesus fucking christ.

So yes- he's also m e a n. He wont kidnap you or anything like the others; in fact he'll try to keep you at a distance, but you still cant manage to shake him. This rude guy is a fixture in your life, no matter what you do to remove him. Go to a different grocery store?? He's there growling that you followed him. Different bus stop? Turns out he lives nearby.

He calls you a stalker, a creep, obsessed. Spoiler: He's deflecting. He's all those things, he's the one consumed by you, and he's blaming the hell out of you for it. He'll spend every waking hour that you see each other being awful and grumpy towards you and then when you're asleep?? He's squeezing his cock and gritting his teeth, pumping himself slowly and fighting to stay silent so you don't wake up and see him in the dark, in your bedroom.

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lverscore · 10 months

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narnia headcanons

topic: celebrating christmas with the pevensies.

lucy and you take charge of decking out cair paravel for christmas, using whatever materials you can find in narnia. lucy's all about that diy life, so she insists on making everything herself.

she's all about those homemade decorations, while susan is more of a store-bought kinda girl. but lucy knows exactly how to guilt trip susan into letting her do her own thing, and susan eventually caves.

lucy goes all out, making garlands out of holly and ivy, and she's a pro at painting wooden snowflakes. she turns your place into a winter wonderland with her crafty skills.

peter and edmund take on the responsibility of greeting and managing the guests, but their approaches couldn't be more different. peter is all serious and professional about it.

on the other hand, edmund can't resist the temptation of the cookie tray intended for the guests. he slyly devours the cookies, thinking he's being sneaky.

when peter catches him in the act and asks about the missing cookies, edmund playfully argues that their role was pretty dull, so he was just adding a bit of excitement by munching on the treats.

susan takes the lead in preparing the epic christmas feast, and she means business. she's like a gordan ramsay in the kitchen, all professional and intense.

she's a cooking genius, and her dishes always come out on top. but let me tell you, she's not one to mess around. if a single sprinkle dares to be out of place on a cupcake, she'll lose her cool in an instant.

with susan in charge, the christmas feast becomes a culinary masterpiece. every dish is flawlessly cooked and beautifully presented, thanks to her attention to detail and high standards. you better believe it's going to be a feast to remember!

so, after all the guests make their exit, it's gift time! and guess what? peter and the others come up with the coolest idea—a treasure hunt just for you!

they leave these cute little notes all over the place, showing their appreciation and guiding you to your present.

finally, you find your gift, wrapped in your absolute favourite colour paper. lucy's attention to detail totally pays off, making it extra special.

you rip open the wrapping with excitement, and the siblings are bursting with anticipation. and what do you find? a handmade wooden jewelry box, decked out with intricate carvings of golden leaves on the lid. talk about fancy!

as you open the box, there it is—a beautiful necklace that susan personally chose just for you. it's the perfect match for your style, and you can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

oh, and let's not forget the handwritten card from edmund. yeah, he's not big on showing affection, so that card means something. it's like a little treasure of its own, reminding you of the special bond you all share.

#edmund x reader #edmund pevensie #narnia #chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #cs lewis #pevensie siblings #narnia headcanons

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collecting-stories · 1 year

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Pablo Neruda - Usnavi de la Vega

Request: no

Summary: reader has a crush on Usnavi and invites him to dinner. Just a bunch of fluff really.

A/N: I don't even know for sure how long this has been in my notes. Literally found it the other day and figured it was high time to finish it and post it here. Even if no one really cares about In the Heights anymore.

Broadway Masterlist

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The sight behind the counter shouldn’t have been a surprising one. It was more common than not that you would find Marco here, chin just level with the counter despite the stool that Usnavi let him stand on. He thought the bodega was the coolest place on earth and frequently told the owner that when he was Sonny’s age, he too would work there.

His Spider-Man bike was chained up outside, evidence that he’d ridden straight here after school despite your constant reminders that he needed to come home first.

“Someday I’m gonna report you as a missing child…they’re gonna think Usnavi kidnapped you.” You remarked, the bell jangling as the door shut behind you. The fan set up in the corner blew passed you as it oscillated, trying to keep the store cool in the early heat of June. You took quick stock of what you could see, noting the absence of any adult supervising your seven-year-old. “Speaking of, where is Usnavi?”

“The cooler broke again,” Marco replied. The thud of his small feet hitting the floor echoed in the space and he came around the counter to hug you, “I got a gold star on my story about Puerto Rico,” he mentioned, pulling away to go retrieve the paper that had already been pinned up to the bulletin board behind the counter. No doubt Usnavi’s doing.

“Wow, that’s so great baby,” you took the papers that were stapled together, looking over the story that he’d recited to you three times that morning. “You’re like a little Pablo Neruda.”

“Who?” Marco took the papers back, hanging them in their rightful place once more. A couple of his drawings accompanied the story. Once Usnavi had even hung a spelling test up so everyone could see it. You appreciated the sweetness, the willingness to help whenever you needed it, having someone around that your son could rely on, but it didn’t stop the occasional pang of something indescribable in your chest. You didn’t want Marco to get his hopes up…god knows you kept waiting for something you were sure wasn’t going to happen. Despite Carla constantly insisting that Usnavi had feelings for you.

“Yeah, feelings of friendship. Feelings of ‘look at this poor pathetic girl I’ve known my whole life, still can’t make it out, got a kid now cause she was too stupid to see when her boyfriend was lying to her.”

“Trust me, the only thing Usnavi’s thinking with when you come in the store is-“

“Oh god Carla!”

But you couldn’t help feeling more than a little hopeful everytime you saw one of Marco’s tests or drawings hanging up, as if Usnavi was just as proud as you were. As if Marco had a dad (or at least a father figure) who actually cared about him.

“Pablo Neruda wrote love poems,” Usnavi’s voice sounded from behind you. “He’s your mama’s favorite.”

You turned to look at him and he winked as if the two of you were co-conspirators. Like you were in on the same secret and it made your heart pick up speed just a little bit.

“Who else is gonna write me love poems?” You managed to say, rather proud that you’d even mustered a sentence together.

The smile didn��t leave Usnavi’s face, even after you turned back to Marco and told him to get his stuff together so you could go home. While you were used to the moaning and protesting that usually accompanied this request you were rather taken aback when Marco hopped off the stool without question and started gathering his school supplies off the counter.

“Can Usnavi come over for dinner? He said Sonny’ll be here soon to help and that means he wouldn’t have to hang around too…can he?” Marco asked, eagerly, looking to Usnavi, “do you wanna come over for dinner?”

“You’re going to abuela’s for dinner, remember?” It was Wednesday and Wednesday meant dinner with your ex’s mom.

“Well, then you and Usnavi can have dinner.” He suggested, toothy smile (minus a noticeable one in the front).

You thought about saying that you were more than positive Usnavi had better things to do than come over to your place and eat dinner with you but your mouth worked before your brain could intervene and suddenly you heard yourself saying, “what’d you say? Wanna have dinner with me?” to Usnavi.

Maybe it was the heat or the work trying to fix the cooler that had him flushed but you swore he looked almost nervous when he nodded his head, like the offer was too good to be true. “Yeah, definitely.”

Usnavi wasn’t one to get his hopes up. Benny constantly swore that you were basically in love, (“you’re practically raising Marco together, now if you could just get together”), but Usnavi didn’t want to take the chance and look like a fool. Not to mention, he liked Marco a lot and he didn’t want you to think he had some ulterior motive for being nice to your son. He wasn’t expecting you to want to be with him and he didn’t want you to think he was.

You told him seven o’clock and he got there at 6:45, standing at the bottom of the stoop and contemplating the flowers he’d brought. You didn’t say it was date or even imply that this was anything more than you offering a meal while Marco was at his abuela’s. Maybe you just didn’t feel like eating alone. Or maybe you felt bad because Marco had offered dinner and you didn’t want to be rude. Maybe the flowers were overkill, maybe you were allergic.

“You stand outside all night, you’re never gonna get a chance,” Daniela teased as she walked passed him, bumping her hip against his playfully.

“We’re just having dinner,” Usnavi didn’t bother to ask how Daniela already knew about the dinner. No doubt everyone in Washington Heights knew about dinner.

“Yeah?” She plucked a flower out of the bunch, “hoping for dessert?”

Usnavi choked on his reply, swallowing down the last bout of nerves and heading up to the door before Daniela could continue teasing him. You were on the second floor, the black and white tiled hallway was missing a piece right beside your door and when you complained the landlord told you there was nothing he could do. Now a large pot sat over it with monstera growing next to a welcome mat that you changed out for the seasons. It was getting close to valentines and the mat had red and pink X’s and O’s.

The green door was cracked open, a “come on in” gesture that Usnavi had encounter a few times before when he’d offered to keep Marco while you worked and then walked the boy home at the end of the night. He rarely saw you without your son and it occurred to him as he pushed the door open that this would be the first time he was at your place without the seven year old buffer leading the conversations.

“Uh, hey, the door was open,” Usnavi offered as he walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked further into your apartment. He was still holding the flowers, down by his side, their petals directed at the hardwood floor.

“Hey,” you moved away from the frying pan to give him a hug, laughing gently at the sight of the bouquet. “Are those for me?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he apologized, whipping them up so fast a few petals fell off. “Daniela stole one, actually.”

“Well they’re beautiful, thank you.” You took the bouquet from him and Usnavi watched you move around the small kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water and arranging the flowers. He thought about something Abuela Claudia had told him years ago about knowing when he was in love and he turned away, looking around the rest of the small space as if he’d never been in it before.

“Sonny didn’t mind watching the store I hope,” you mentioned, looking for something to say. It felt different without Marco there. Not the sort of different that made it awkward, despite you grasping for something to say, but the sort of different that felt like talking and having dinner were the furthest things from your mind. The sort of different that had you thinking Daniela and Carla and everyone else in the Heights that had an opinion on it was right.

“As long as I bring him back something,” he replied. He’d made it to the bookcase near the front door, looking through all the books at eye level first. Pablo Neruda caught his eye and he took the book down, skimming through the pages.

“Whatca got there?” You asked, coming over to look around his shoulder at the book he was holding in his hands.

Usnavi tilted his head to look back toward you, “estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes," he began, reciting the poem as you stood there listening, dinner forgotten. His voice was smooth, the way it always was but somehow different too. Sweeter, like honey.

That different sort of feeling that you were trying not to fall into settled over you as you listened to him read. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and when he finally reached the end of the poem and he looked over at you, the fall you were trying to avoid suddenly crashed over you.

“...quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos,” he recited, eyes meeting yours.

“¿Es así?” You were only just barely aware of Usnavi placing the book back on the shelf, the thin volume of poems falling to the floor from its haphazard placement. He turned into your space, kissing you without hesitation.

Benny always said he was too slow, that he overthought all of his actions before he did them, and that what he needed to do was just act. It wasn’t advice he ever actually took. Usnavi just wasn’t the kind of person who acted on impulse. And then all of the sudden he was holding your face in his hands and kissing you in your living room. Impulsive, absolutely. When you finally pulled away, only to catch your breath, Usnavi smiled. That irresistibly boyish smile that always gave you butterflies. “Dinner?” He asked, only to avoid any more impulsive acts like telling you he loved you.

“Dinner can wait.”

The door to the apartment slammed open and Marco came through, kicking his shoes off as he called out, “Mama! Mama!”

Behind him, the door shut, his grandma stepping into the kitchen and looking suspiciously over the food that was left on the counter, still in the pan though the oven was off. The door to your bedroom was open and before Marco could make it that far you appeared in the hall, holding a zippered sweatshirt closed, semi-nervous smile on your face.

“Hey baby, how was dinner?” You asked, hovering near the door of your room.

“Abuela made dulce de leche! I brought you a piece!” He held the tupperware out toward you proudly, “Is Usnavi still here?”

“Uh, he’s...he’s in the...” you floundered, trying to think of something to say. He was very much still there, on the other side of the open door, pulling his clothes on as fast as possible.

“Why don’t we put this in the fridge Marco,” your ex’s mother suggested, taking the tupperware back from you and putting her arm around your son’s shoulders, “wait for your mama and this Usnavi to join us.”

If you didn’t know you’d hear an earful from her about almost getting caught by your son, you would have thanked her for intervening when she did. Instead you just ducked back in your room, closing the door so you could change quickly, clocking Usnavi standing there with a massive grin on his face.

“Don’t smile at me like that,” you whispered. An empty warning, really.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, grin still in place.

“Come on, I still owe you dinner.” You held the bedroom door open for him to go out first, “and now we’ve got dessert too.”

Usnavi stopped in the doorway to kiss you, “I’ve already had mine.” When you smacked his arm he only laughed and continued into the kitchen, Marco’s excited greeting putting a smile on your face as you walked into the kitchen after him.

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The poem Usnavi reads is Pablo Neruda's Everyday You Play .

Translations:

estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes - you are here. Oh you do not run away

quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos - I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

¿Es así? - is that so? / it's like that?

#usnavi x reader #usnavi x y/n #usnavi x you #usnavi de la vega x reader #usnavi imagine #usnavi blurb #usnavi fanfiction #in the heights fanfiction #in the heights imagine #in the heights fanfic #in the heights fic #in the heights blurb #collecting stories imagine

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stuckytoyoulikeglue · 10 days

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I do the vast majority of my writing on a second hand Samsung S6 edge+ that I somehow managed to pick up off Ebay for the grand sum of £20 a little over a year ago. It's so old it's practically obsolete, most apps can't even be installed (including the one to top up the PAYG credit, so that's fun), but it's one of the only devices that were ever released with an option to buy the coolest phone case known to man.

I still don't understand why these weren't supremely popular, because you can clip on an actual, real life PHYSICAL KEYBOARD whenever you need it, and then just unclip it (and store it on the back of the phone) when you want to use the full screen instead, and it is the best thing ever.

I love it so much. So much. Only today it seems to have pretty much given up the ghost and I'm more than a bit devastated.

Admittedly, I think there are a few more things I can try when I have time, and I'm still holding out hope that it's not completely dead yet, but in my experience, even if I do get it back up and running, there's a fair chance it'll just keep on crashing with increasing frequency and given how likely it is that I could lose all my work if/when it does finally die, I'm not as optimistic as I'd like to be that this isn't the beginning of the end...

And yes, if I have to, I can buy a 'new' one, but I got incredibly lucky last time and paying £80+ for a used phone that's so old it's barely functional seems like daylight frickin' robbery - and I can't even be sure it'll last any longer than this one has.

Please send thoughts and prayers for my baby...

This is him when he was young, his cute little keys all shiny and new... 🥺

#writer problems #touchscreens suck #physical keyboards for the win

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thewitchwannabe · 2 months

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Food is a love language

Mikey loved to cook, he loved being able to provide a nice meal for his family. It gave him a sense of pride, that fact that he was trusted to do so. Feeding a family of five was tough, especially when said family had to live hidden from society. Getting food had always been a priority for the newly freed mutant family. When they escaped the facility, Splinter was the one who would go out at night, and get food and supplies while they were asleep. As they grew up Leo would often try to stay awake to watch over them, until their dad came back. There wasn’t much cooking going on back then. They mostly ate premade things Splinter found, or some instant noodles they could prepare with the old kettle they had. Little by little they started to put together their kitchen, as well as the rest of their home. Luckily Donny turned out to be a genius and managed to repair the broken appliances they found at the junkyard. And so their dad started preparing them food right there in the lair. Mikey seemed to be a natural, often helping Splinter in the kitchen.

When Leo was 12, she begged Splinter to let her go on a grocery run with him, claiming it would be great training. Two months after that she started getting groceries on her own, and she’d come back home to tell them all she saw while on the surface. Mikey remembered one night his sister came back from the surface, she looked even more excited than normal, but she quickly composed herself to report to their dad and drop off the groceries. Then she called him and his siblings to Donny’s makeshift lab, her excitement back on her face. ‘Ninja’ she had said, like them except not like them cuz they were human. She told them about how a group of ninjas tried to break into an antique store, but she stopped them. They all listened to her amazed, they’ve never been in a real fight before only their practice spars. Mikey couldn’t help but think his big sister was the coolest.

When she was done, Donny, the ever logical one, asked why she had told them here and not in the living room where their father was. Leo confessed that she didn’t want their dad to know she got into a fight with another ninja clan, especially since she was planning on doing it again. Mikey remembered being absolutely shocked about this, Leo had always been the responsible one, the one that Splinter trusted to watch over them when he had to leave the lair. And now she was trying to keep secrets from him. Leo stood up and explained that the ninja were clearly up to no good and it would be up to her to stop them. Little 9 year old Raph stood up as well, proclaiming that he'd help too. Be like the Robin to Leo’s Batman. Mikey soon decided he wanted to fight bad guys too, and Donny didn’t take much convincing after that. Leona was all too giddy back then ‘We’ll be just like the Star Force!’ She said, referring to her all time favorite anime.

That was how they started to get in the Foot’s way. A bunch of kids trying to play the heroes, not knowing where that would take them. Now Mikey wasn’t that much older than Leo had been back then, but he can now see what a reckless idea that was. Things didn’t work like in comic books, punches hurt and weapons leave scars. Especially when the leader of the enemy clan wanted them dead. Their father would have probably died during his fight with the Shredder, if it wasn’t for Leo stopping the draining jutsu in time. Leo was only 13 then, and she single-handedly broke him and his brothers out of the cell the Foot was holding them in. Mikey wasn’t sure how she managed to do that, but the blood on her katanas gave him some ideas.

Leona changed after that night, suddenly her little brothers could only depend on her since their father was stuck in their makeshift med bay, snapping in and out of consciousness. She stopped coming back from the surface with groceries and stories, instead she came back with news about Karai and foot ninja. Luckily they had April now who helped them with groceries and medical supplies for Splinter. Donny was also busy, as he was the most medically knowledgeable out of all them, he was the one in charge of caring for Splinter.

Mikey remembers feeling lost back then, he didn’t know what to do, where to stand, how he could help. Leo and Donny had a place, a job, even April was doing her part. But he just felt useless. He would just sit in the living room, not reading a comic or watching tv, just sitting there, waiting for someone to tell him what to do. One day after April had just left, he saw Raph try to approach Leo, with the same lost face he had. Leo, to her credit, wasn’t rude at all, she held his hands and kneeled down to talk up to him. ‘Can this wait, Raphie?’ She asked sweetly. Raph slowly nodded his head, receiving a light kiss on the forehead, before Leo walked away and disappeared into the med bay. Raph stood there staring at his sister, frozen, not knowing what he even wanted to say before. Mikey slowly stood up and walked towards his little brother. ‘Hey Raph, you hungry?’ He asked with his best and most reassuring smile. Raph’s eyes lit up, maybe for the first time since the night of the showdown, Mikey wasn’t sure.

They walked towards the kitchen where April had left the groceries. It wasn’t that much, or varied, but it was enough. He picked the bag of rice and washed it thoroughly, and put it in the rice maker. While that cooked he got to work on the curry, so it was ready to serve when the rice was done. After a ‘ding’ from the rice cooker, Mikey scooped out a healthy serving of rice and bathed it in his curry stew. Raph sat quietly, at the kitchen table, he looked so small, Mikey remembered. Of course he was small, he was the youngest, and was barely 10 back then, but to Mikey at that moment, Raph looked even smaller. He watched as Raph took the first bite before immediately digging in for more. Mikey let out a laugh before preparing a plate for himself and sat down besides Raph. The two finished up their plates quickly and went back to the living room to watch one of Raph’s favorite shows. About an hour or two passed before Raph started to doze off. Mikey helped Raph get to bed and sat with him until he fell asleep.

With new motivation, Mikey returned to the kitchen, and prepared two more plates. He walked decisively over to the med bay, where he forcibly made his older siblings eat them. It was the first real meal they had eaten in a few days, Mikey remembered, since he didn’t count granola bars and coffee as a ‘meal’. They ate slower than him and Raph but they enjoyed it all the same. Mikey explained how Raph was fed and asleep before a ‘beep’ sound alerted Donny that one of his blood analyses was finished. They quickly finished their plate ‘thanks for the meal’ he said, dashing to check the results. Leona, looked at Mikey with one of her signature big sister smiles, ‘thank you Mikey, it was delicious’ she had said. Mikey still remembered Leo’s face very clearly, she was tired, always either patrolling or helping Donny care for their dad. And yet he managed to make her smile, and maybe just maybe helped alleviate a little bit of the stress she carried. It was one of Mikey’s proudest moments, and it showed him the power a warm meal could have.

And so he stood in the kitchen, a little over two years after the showdown, and with another crisis at their doorstep. Mikey was sure that whatever Hun and his dragons had in store, they could handle. He and his siblings were even stronger than before, and now they had April and Casey to help them too! But he could tell the situation was stressing Leo out, no longer the kid who eagerly declared herself as a defender of justice. Now his older sister's primary worry was making sure her family and friends were safe from whatever nonsense life threw at them. So he did what he does best, he stirred his pot of curry just like his father had taught him waiting for the ‘ding’ of the rice cooker. He carried plates of curry towards the dojo, the lights were on despite the hour. Leo was always training during her free time lately. He didn’t bother knocking knowing the delicious smell of his food was enough notice.

And his assumption was correct as Leo immediately stopped her movement “No food in the dojo remember” she said, her back still to him. Of course Mikey knew the rule, he vividly remembered the spaghetti and meatballs incident, that tatami mat had to be replaced. Which is why he stood just outside the dojo “well I guess I’ll just have to take these plates of handmade curry back to the kitchen and eat them all by myself” he said dramatically already turning on his heels. It took less than a minute for Leo to sheath her swords and follow him. Which Mikey considered one of the biggest compliments his cooking could get. They walked quietly through the lair, because their training made their footsteps naturally quiet and because they were the only ones awake at the moment. Splinter had turned in just after normal dinner time, and Raph had followed an hour or so later. Even Donny had left their lab and went to bed, whether he was still awake lying on said bed was another matter entirely. It wasn’t too uncommon for this situation to happen. Leo often liked to use this alone time to do some cleaning therapy, ‘it relaxes me’ she had said once. And Mikey liked to make sure Leo at least showed some signs of wanting to go to sleep before turning in himself.

They settled at the kitchen table, and ate in comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of silverware hitting the plate and pleased ‘hums’. “Thank you Mikey, it was delicious,” Leo said. Once they were both finished the two of them stood to start cleaning up the kitchen. Mikey washed the dishes and passed them off for Leo to dry them. Still Mikey noticed his sister’s face lost in thought, like she was going through every single thing that could go wrong in the near future. Mikey turned off the sink and turned towards his sister, leaning on the counter. “So what’s up with you and Casey?” He asked. Leo’s eyes went wide, at the sudden question “What do you mean? He’s my friend, he’s our friend Mikey” she said. ‘So she hasn’t noticed yet’ Mikey thought amused. “No, I mean how do you FEEL about him?”. Leo proceeded to put away the dry dishes, while giving thought to the question, “He’s fun I guess, Raph certainly thinks so, he’s pretty impulsive, and lacks some real combat training, but I can tell he has a natural instinct in battle”, she says, her masking the small blush forming on her cheeks. “He’s pretty laid back, but he cares a lot about his family, I mean that's why he’s doing his whole vigilante thing”, Mikey watched as his sister continued to ramble about their friend with an amused smile. “And he has this really goofy smile, and he calls me Blue! Which I-I kinda like actually” The blush on Leona’s face was becoming even more obvious, “no one really calls me anything special like that, it’s cute”. The last few words came out somewhat unsure, probably the first time she actually processed her thoughts Mikey thought. It was nice seeing this side to his sister, all flustered over a boy, actually behaving her age instead of some sort of parent. Mikey couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making Leo pout. “What’s with the question anyways?” she asked. “Just wanted to see if you figured it out,” Mikey said, getting up and heading to his room. “Eh?” Leo stood there perplexed “figure out what?”. But Mikey didn’t respond and just kept walking, “FIGURE OUT WHAT?!” Leo asked again, having followed her younger brother all the way to the hallway. “Night sis!” Mikey said, with a smile closing the door to his room, leaving Leona out.

Leona was about to knock on Mikey’s door and ask again what the shell he meant, but opted out of it. It was late, they both needed to get some rest, so she walked over to her room. She layed in bed trying to sleep, but her mind was stuck on her conversation with Mikey. He’d been oddly interested in her opinion of Casey. ‘Figure out what?’ She thought to herself. She turned around in bed pulling the covers over her, closing her eyes to go to sleep. But her mind kept wandering back to the human vigilante. She thought of the way he’d smirk and call her nicknames she didn’t know the meaning to. They couldn’t be anything mean she figured, April would probably say something if that was the case. Or how he managed to look both dorky and cool with his mask. Or the way he had picked her up the other night, ‘he’s pretty cool’, she thought. She buried further into the covers, her face feeling oddly warm, she wondered why.

Part 1

#witchie art #digital art #tmnt #new destiny au #tmnt new destiny #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #caseynardo #but Leona is just starting to realize she likes Casey #this chapter took a while #sorry

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Nana rant time because I've been putting up with some shit at work and I need to vent! (also, I'm still writing requests, I should have enough to queue up for the week once I finish this last one. And then I'll work on more for the following week. I'm trying to have a system and a schedule)

ANYWAY! So my shitty ex was finally terminated from the job that we both worked at. I was so happy, the drama was gone, I felt like I could breathe again! It was amazing! Sure, I had to work by myself three days in a row, but the actual store manager is the coolest and allows me to wear my headphones so I can just get in my zone and get shit done.

Everything is going great, and then I get this message from my work friend/work mom. Her daughter got hired. Now... Her daughter is only 17, so she isn't much help anyway, but on top of that, I've heard some shit about her daughter from her. The way she described her daughter for the past 8 months, this girl seemed like an absolute nightmare.

Queue me internally panicking because I have to work with this kid.

So she works with her mom first, and obviously her mom is going to say "she did great!" ya know, it's her kid and all, I guess she's gotta hype her up in some way. So I'm like, "okay cool, this kid works. Work mom wouldn't lie to me about that."

SO THEN SUNDAY COMES

And this kid comes over to me and says "Are you *Nana?" and me, being the cheerful, happy, super nice person that I am, I'm like "Yeah, hi! How are you?" And she just hits me with a "my mom says I'm better than you."

Like... Okay?? WTF WAS THAT SHIT?! Whatever, I'm just trying to work and not be stressed.

So, I continue trying to be nice to this girl. I buy her an energy drink because she wants one, I'm just trying to be a good person. I let her come out with me during my smoke break... And then she starts spewing some unnecessary family drama to me... Which was really awkward for me because like... I don't know this girl other than what her mother has told me, and I've heard some stories... Some fucking horror stories about this kid. So I just do the awkward smile and nod thing. I'm just trying to enjoy my cigarette before I start frying.

I get back inside after my mini smoke break that was less peaceful than I wanted it to be because this kid would not shut up. I start frying my donuts, and she just SHITS ON ME. Everything I do, she's just criticizing it to the point where I'm about to just throw down my frying sticks and walk the fuck out. Everything I did I was apparently doing it wrong, even though Sunday was only her third fucking day of working.

On top of criticizing my every move basically, she didn't do shit?? How the fuck is she gonna say that her mom said she's better than me when she didn't fucking do anything??? She's allowed to have a 30 minute break while only working 5 hours because she's a minor, but then she just takes it upon herself to take an HOUR break because she needed more time with her boyfriend I guess.

I end up working until almost 1 in the fucking morning on Sunday because the kid literally didn't do ANYTHING.

So then I got to work by myself monday, happy as hell, living the life, got out of work by 10pm because I'm just good like that. I don't need help.

But then I have to work with her on Tuesday. So I go in early. I go in THREE hours earlier than my regular schedule, because on top of being stuck with the worlds most conniving, manipulative, down-right shitty, brat, I also have to make everything that everyone else is too fucking lazy to make. I try to ignore the kid when she does come in, I already started frying, so she has donuts to decorate already and I just assume she's going to stay in her fucking lane and decorate them since she's "so good" at it. But no... She starts trying to glaze. And in the process of trying to glaze, she shits on the glaze I just made because it's "too thick". Like bitch, it's fresh! It's not watered down. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THICK! FUCK OFF AND GET AWAY FROM MY GLAZER!

I tell her to start decorating. She doesn't want to do that yet because the donuts are too hot. Get good, kid. If you were as good as me, you'd be burning your fingerprints off like I do and filling the fucking donuts. But no. She's a whiny little shit face who doesn't wanna fucking do anything but wants to get paid to stand around and act like she's queen shit just because her mom has been working there for 7 years.

Anywho, I take my little cool down break, which is like 7 minutes tops, just the right amount of time to smoke a ciggy and get back in before my next rack of donuts are done. AND THIS BITCH! She has the nerve to ask ME if she can take another hour break like on Sunday because that was "fun". OF COURSE IT WAS FUN! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO FUCKALL AND YOU STILL GOT PAID AND I GOT STUCK WITH THE WORK. So I told her no, that I didn't want to get in trouble for it, and I didn't want her to get in trouble (because I'm still trying to look out for her for some fuck ass reason), and THIS FUCKING BIIIITCH says "well who's gonna catch me?" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THERE'S CAMERAS EVERYWHERE!!! Spoiler alert : She did get caught because her ass tried to take another extended break. Eat shit, kiddo.

I was off work tonight, and her mom texts me and says "She did really good tonight, she filled the marshmallow, she came back in from her break at the right time." OF COURSE SHE DID! SHE'S NOT GONNA DO THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF HER OWN MOTHER! THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE'S A FUCKING BITCH WHEN SHE WORKS WITH ME! I DON'T WANNA WORK WITH HER ANYMORE!

Long story short, I'm about to lose my fucking shit and I still have to work with the worlds laziest, brattiest fucking child and I'm overworked, underappreciated, underpaid, and expected to just put up with constant bullshit by everyone. I can't find a new job fast enough.

#nana rant #if you read this thank you #if you didn't read all of it I don't blame you #i just needed to vent #did you know that you can just refluff marshmallow by putting air in?#I'VE NEVER HEARD SOMETHING SO FUCKING STUPID #that is not a child #that is a gremlin that came up from the deepest sewers and decided to ruin my fucking life

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