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wanda-widow · 1 month

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Post-Mission

Grumpy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 832

Summary: Bucky has always been one to try and pull away from people who care about him. However, you're always one to be insistent and care for him anyways, no matter what he says.

18+ MDNI

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut if you squint your eyes, fluff

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Hearing footsteps shuffle down the hall along with the sound of a dragging duffle was all you needed to know that Bucky was back from his week long mission. Hopping off the bed and peeking your head out of your shared bedroom, you saw Bucky scrub a weary hand down his face. You instantly frowned, worried as you hurried over to him, taking the duffle out of his hands.

“How was the mission? Are you hurt anywhere? We should get you some food, you look exhausted” you said while rushing back to the room to unpack his gear as he let out a sigh, silently chucking off his boots before face planting on the bed.

“Bucky?” came your worried voice after you put his boots into the closet, sitting on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder. “Bucky, get up. Shower, eat, and then rest.” you urged, poking him again when his vibranium hand shot out to grip your wrist.

“Let me sleep” he said gruffly before shifting on the bed so that his back was turned to you, leaving you rubbing your wrist softly. You knew he wasn’t too responsive after missions since it took so much out of him, not that he was one for words or self care anyways. Still, you took it upon yourself to make sure he was cared for.

“Please? I’ll make you plum croissants tomorrow if you just shower and eat” you tried again, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder as you felt him sigh again before sitting up.

“Eat and then shower” he said, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to one of the compound communal kitchens, sitting down on one of the stools as he waited for you expectantly.

“Grilled cheese?” you offered, slotting yourself in the opening between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he nodded, fingers trailing down your arm as you pulled away. You could feel his gaze follow you as you bustled around the kitchen to make his food. “Go shower and then you can eat after” you said softly, turning around to look at him as he frowned, reaching out to tug you by the wrist back into his proximity.

“Thought you would shower with me” he said softly, letting his walls down while no one else was around. You felt his hands come to rest on your waist, forehead between your breasts as he pressed a kiss through your clothes.

“Another time, I promise” you laughed softly, letting your hands run through his hand before stopping at his shoulders, letting one hand trail down his vibranium arm. He let out a quiet whine before getting off the stool, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he went back to the room to shower before turning back to the sandwich, humming softly.

20 minutes later, Bucky was freshly showered and seated at the counter once more, gaze still fixed on you as you plated his sandwich and sat next to him. He ate in silence for a while as you observed the new wounds on his back. Finding some gauze and neosporin, you began to bandage them gently.

“They’re shallow but-”

“They’re nothing” Bucky cut you off but made no move to stop you from patching him up. After placing the last piece of medical tape, he turned in his stool to face you, the both of you exchanging silent conversation before he got up to wash his plate.

“If you keep going on long missions, you’re just gonna keep destroying yourself, Buck” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. It became more apparent that the past couple months, he just drew further into himself with each mission, determined to block out the pain with endless fighting.

“I’m just helping the team” he said tersely, putting his dish in the drying rack before he walked back to the room, expecting you to follow behind him. You stood there for a moment, willing for the emotions to fade, to appreciate that he was here.

Your legs moved in habit, walking to your shared bedroom and flicking off the light before sliding under the covers with him. You could still hear his breaths, short and controlled. He wasn’t asleep.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke up again. “I don’t mean it, doll. The rudeness, the violence. I’m trying.”

“Bucky…” you started quietly but stopped when you felt the bed shift, a heavy weight now resting across your waist, shallow puffs of breath ghosting across your collarbone.

“I’ll take a month break, spend time with you?” he half offered, half begged, the grip on your waist tightening.

“James…”

“Only time with you. No one else unless really needed” he whispered, his leg shifting to now rest over yours, lips gently sucking at the base of your neck, smirking when he felt you cave.

“How does Bali sound?”

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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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hii silly ask anon back with another silly ask😓 (before i continue tysm for answering the last one i enjoyed it sm!!🫶🏻) how would yan!zhongli, pantalone (help me i love them) and childe react to darling going absolutely feral with rage anytime they are near😭?

like they’ll get home and be like “i’m home pookie💗” and reader will scream their head off crying and throwing stuff at them

this is so long sorry but could i be 🐚 anon?

ofc you can! the more anons the merrier :D also this is such an interesting thought because there are so many different ways for the yandere to reaction in a situation like this and it's certainly not talked about enough with the diverse types so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, force-feeding, mentions of being drugged, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli would be well prepared, readying his shield before getting within arms reach of you. It really does come in handy for your more unruly days and he appreciates its usefulness. While he doesn’t want to see you enter the mindbroken or emotionally numb state, he’s worried that he might not have any other choice but to push you to that, lest you calm down otherwise.

“Fret not dear, it’s merely food. If you flip it over again I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to spoon feeding you.” Zhongli enters the room with a plated meal for you, setting it down at your feet. His shield was already activated, the faint glow from Geo illuminating the room as you glowered up at him. Your spot on the floor, chained down for your safety and his, was not ideal but for now it was practical. Mixed with the low lighting of the room and its generally chilly temperature, Zhongli hoped to create a strong feeling of isolation, one that would slowly drive you insane. If need be though, he had other options for breaking you, he just preferred this one. It was the most humane after all.

Yandere!Pantalone would only tolerate it for so long. He can replace all the furniture and decorations in his home with less easily broken replicas until you calm down. He can sleep in bed at night while you slept in a cage built into the walls of the closet. He could eat his meals alone while you starved in another room, too busy fretting about it being poisoned, that all he could tolerate. But the screaming was something else.

No one in Zapolyarny Palace heard your screams and wails, and those who did were ordered not to pay mind to it. It was a wasted effort that had Pantalone often sitting with his head in his hands, trying to find some sort of solution. He had run across a few temporary ones, a sleeping agent from Dottore for night time, sound proof walls in his office for business hours. But nothing could help him outside though hours, like at dinner time. You were kept in a separate room strictly for feeding due to the mess you often made, while Pantalone sat alone at the empty kitchen table. The home in general looked devoid of life outside the small inhabitant of Pantalone. This was because it was supposed to be your home, but you were often too busy throwing a hissy-fit to enjoy it and Pantalone was getting really sick of your behavior.

Yandere!Childe would take it as a challenge, playfully wrestling you to pin you down so he could feed you during the day. You could kick and scream and punch all you want, he’s taken worse and won’t stop until he’s physically unable to move. The screaming doesn’t bother him either, he just thinks you need more time to adjust is all.

Another day, another miserable feeding session. You were currently pinned underneath Childe, the ginger having pinned you to the floor with your hands held tightly to your chest as he slowly fed you bites of a sandwich. Any attempts to spit them out would be met with a pout, he had worked hard to make it for you ya know, and any attempts to not eat would be met with a quick pinch of your nose to force you to open your mouth. The worst part was possibly how normal Childe acted about the whole thing, chatting amicably to you about his day as he shoved bits of food down your throat. One time you had kept spitting food at him and in response he covered your mouth with his hand to prevent you from continuing the childish act. You had bit down as hard as you physically could on the male's palm just for him to not flinch and continue his silly little stories like nothing had happened. Being stuck with this guy was hopeless for you.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli x male reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x male reader #yandere pantalone x reader #yandere pantalone x male reader #childe x reader #childe x male reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe x male reader #yandere genshin #yandere zhongli #yandere pantalone

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horanghxnni · 10 months

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coffee shop meet-cute. - j.w.w.

PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

TAGS: meet cute, strangers to lovers one-shot, barista!reader, non-idol!wonwoo; pure fluff, oblivious pining

WARNINGS: mentions of food/eating; i tried my best to write as gender neutral as possible, but i haven't proofread this more than once so pls let me know if it's not; other than that none (please let me know if i've missed anything)

NOTES: this is my first post here on tumblr omg. hi! i've been a big fan of work here and i've been writing for a while (i shall not discuss my cursed wattpad days when i was younger) and thought i'd start posting here for fun. i hope you enjoy! <3

You had started working at this local coffee shop when you were 16, at first as a way to earn cash on the weekends to fund your high school escapades, and now, 7 years later, you grew to love the feeling of crafting drinks and managing the shop you now felt was like a second home. You worked every day, and opening the quaint little shop meant that the first hour or so was a quiet peace to yourself, filled with the smell of brewing espresso and baking croissants.

The morning rush came like clockwork, beginning at 7:15 am and finally reaching a calmer pace around 8 am. Just when the busy atmosphere began to subside and the day reached its first slump, a clearly anxious man made his way to the front counter, hurriedly ordering an iced americano and holding out his card before you could even tell him how much it would cost. You rang him up, and he left the counter to stand in a corner with a polite nod to wait for his coffee, glancing at the clock. You make his simple order as quickly as possible and set it on the pickup counter, calling his name. “Wonwoo, iced americano?”

He grabs his cup and thanks you quietly, before hurriedly leaving the shop, not even bothering to grab a straw. You don’t think too much of it and get back to filling the pastry case as the curious stranger becomes a distant memory by the end of the day.

That is, until you notice he comes in every day, always at the same time, just before 9 am. He enters with the same kind of energy, always as if he’s perpetually running late, and orders the same thing: iced americano, and if he was feeling peckish, a blueberry muffin. He never talked much, and the only thing you knew about him other than his coffee order was that his name was Wonwoo, he seemed to have a horrible concept of time, and he must work in some office to be dressed in business casual every day. This Groundhog Day feeling encounter with him remained as a growing routine for you, until 3 weeks later when you began to anticipate his arrival, and you had his order ready and waiting for him by the time he reached the counter. Your interaction grew more efficient as time passed, with a single swap of his debit card for his coffee, and his transaction down to 30 seconds, handing him back his card in record timing. You figured it was helping him, right? He was late to work, or something time-sensitive at least, and you made his caffeine pit-stop easier. It was a win-win: you gained another regular, and he got his coffee without hindering his morning.

He ruined your flow one Wednesday afternoon. Once again, he arrived just before 9 am, but he walked in much slower this time, and he was wearing much more casual clothes, a faded gray t-shirt and jeans, a brown messenger bag slung on his shoulder. As usual, his coffee was already done, and you almost dropped a tray of apple tarts as he entered almost as an entirely different person. You set them in the pastry case with renewed care, and met him at the register.

“Not in a rush this morning?” You asked, clearly confused but friendly, as you pushed his cup towards him.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes roved over the rows of pastries and sandwiches you had displayed. “Nope, we started a hybrid schedule so I’m working from home on Wednesdays.” He met your eyes for a moment before shifting back to the sweets, thinking. “I’m thinking about trying something new, what do you recommend?”

It took you a moment before you adapted to the fact that you’d heard more than two words from him. His voice was smooth and deeper than you expected, and it seemed to sink into your bones. “Um, well the apple tarts are new, and we make pop tarts in house.”

He nodded and took one more glance before meeting your eyes. “I’ll take one of each, for here.” He gave you a small smile and slid over his debit card, once again catching you off guard. For here? He was staying? You nodded silently and began to warm his sweets as you rang him up. He thanked you and took back his card, settling in a seat a few feet down the counter, pulling out his laptop and beginning to type quietly. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as you made his little pastry plate, not used to his presence. You were so used to his rush of energy that seeing him so still and calm was confusing. You decided just before you gave him his plate that you’d slip a cake pop next to the tart, you had made extras today anyway. With a nod, you place it beside his laptop and don’t even wait for an acknowledgement, leaving the pretty stranger to his work and busying yourself with cleaning some dirty cups from earlier this morning and wiping down the counters.

“The poptart is good. Do you make them yourself?” His voice cut through the quiet lo-fi music playing over the speakers as you paused from your cleaning. You turned to see him already looking at you, the half-eaten poptart in his hand.

You nodded and put down the rag in your hand. “Yeah, every morning. The flavor changes depending on what fruit I can get my hands on.” You see him nod in approval, and he sets it down on his plate as he turns his full attention to you.

“Thank you for the cake pop. And for making my coffee so quickly every day, it really helps me out.” He appears more bashful now, almost bordering embarrassed, as his cheeks flush an almost imperceptible pink. “I know I seem pretty pressed for time most mornings.”

You laugh at his comment, thinking back to the quiet whirlwind of his stressed aura that appears in the shop every day. “Of course, I don’t want to make you any later than you already seem to be.” You pause for a moment before speaking again, wondering if you should ask the innocent question in your mind. He seems open to conversation, and it’s not like anyone else was demanding your attention at the moment. “Where do you work anyway?”

“Oh, I work at the Pledis building, I’m a writer there for content creation. I’m not technically late ever, but I like to get there at a certain time and I definitely overestimate the time I need to commute.” He answers sheepishly, and you smile. A writer for such a big company? Impressive.

You spoke for a little bit longer before another rush began, learning he’d been working at Pledis for a few years now, and his friend Joshua had recommended this coffee shop to him a few months ago, but he hadn’t had the chance to come until a few weeks ago. Of course your favorite regular would have pushed him here, and little details seemed to fit into place as your small chats throughout the few hours he remained at the bar revealed more and more about each other. Around 4 pm, he left with a wave, trying his best not to distract you too much. You waved back, and with an offhanded, “See you tomorrow!”, he left the cafe, the door jingling behind him.

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The next morning, Wonwoo surprised you again. He came in at 8:30, standing at the register while you finished the last of the morning rush orders, you hadn’t even seen him walk in. You turned to take the order only to see a face that wasn’t supposed to be here for another 20 minutes.

“Oh, you’re here early! I’m sorry, I haven't made your coffee yet.” Of course you hadn’t. You had timed your routine almost down to the second, and he had thrown off your entire groove. He simply smiled and shook his head.

“It’s okay, I have some time this morning. I’ll get my usual and another poptart, it doesn't matter the flavor.” He points to the plate and pulls out some cash. “You can keep the change.” Wonwoo, without another word, moves to where he sat the day before, settling in and pulling out his phone.

You make his coffee and warm his poptart, placing it in a to-go sleeve, placing both in front of him. “So, I finally get my routine down with you and you all of a sudden decide you want to switch it up?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks up from his phone, a small smile growing on his lips. “Figured if I got here a little earlier, I’d relieve you of the time constraint.” His smile shifts into a frown after a moment. “I’m sorry if it threw you off that bad, I didn’t-”

You wave a hand at him, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it, I was just messing with you.”

His body visibly relaxes as he reaches for his coffee. “Thanks, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but grin as you hear your name in his voice, and you nod and turn before he can see just how wide your smile could get. You make small talk as he finishes his coffee and pastry, asking about his work and new recipes brewing in your head for the next 20 or so minutes before he declares he is leaving to head to work.

“This was nice, actually sitting down before work. Maybe I’ll do this more often.” He hands you his plate as you agree, placing it in the sink to deal with later.

“Thanks for hanging out with me this morning. You’re welcome anytime, obviously.” You say your goodbyes, and with another small smile, he leaves, and you’re left thinking of the way his smile lights up his face for the rest of the day.

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For the next few weeks, Wonwoo arrives around 20-30 minutes early. Your new routine involves pleasant conversation as you work, and him becoming a taste tester for new recipes before they hit the pastry case. You become used to each other’s presence, and with every new interaction, he grows more and more talkative. He tells you about frustrations from work from the day before, or a movie he had just watched over the weekend. You tell him about your roommate endeavors and outings you’d gone on recently. You consider yourselves friends at this point, and it was nice to have someone like him around when the morning felt like too much to handle.

You had offhandedly mentioned taking a few days off one day and Wonwoo encouraged rest, but through all the chaos of pushed forward deadlines at work, he had completely forgotten until he arrived at the cafe one morning to see someone completely different behind the counter. He was confused to see his usual coffee was still sitting waiting for him in its normal place with his name on it, set aside on the counter, yet he did not recognize the barista currently finishing up a latte. As he slowly stepped up to the pickup counter and grabbed his drink, the employee looked up and met his gaze.

“Oh, you must be Wonwoo. There’s your iced americano, there’s a muffin in the bag beside it.” His demeanor was nonchalant, as he placed the other drink on the counter and called out the order.

“Is Y/N not in today?” It was the first thing he could think of, despite the answer being obvious.

The younger boy looked up from his work. “No, they're off all week. They left me a note saying a guy named Wonwoo would come in at 8:30 and that was your usual.” He shrugged and looked down again at his brewing espresso shots. “I guess that’s you. I’m Chan, I usually work afternoons but I’m covering for Y/N this week.”

Wonwoo nods, still processing what he had just heard. Y/N’s gone all week? Why hadn’t they said anything? He suddenly felt stupid as he remembered a conversation from two weeks ago, where Y/N finally decided the week they would take a solo trip to Jeju to visit their grandmother: this week. “Right. Thanks, Chan.”

Chan nods back at him and Wonwoo leaves the cafe still in a semi-daze after setting down some cash, suddenly feeling as if he was thrown off balance, an unfamiliar budding feeling of disappointment settling deep in his chest. He makes his way to work, suddenly feeling like his predictable coffee didn’t taste the same.

The rest of his work day was surprisingly only getting worse: he had printed the wrong files, was late to a meeting he was supposed to lead, and currently Joshua was trying (and failing) to speak to him about a conference they were attending the following month as Wonwoo unintentionally tuned him out. Suddenly, he felt a light shove of his shoulder pull him out of his trance.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? Have you heard anything I said?” Joshua raised an accusatory eyebrow at his friend and coworker. Wonwoo’s eyes suddenly gained focus as he looked up to see Joshua leaning against his desk.

“I-” he attempted to think of an excuse, “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little distracted, my whole day feels thrown off.” He frowned and turned his chair toward the other man. “What were you saying?”

Joshua’s mouth crept into an almost dangerous smirk as he took a glance at Wonwoo’s still full coffee cup, an unfamiliar handwriting scrawling his name on the top. “You didn’t see Y/N this morning.”

Wonwoo almost choked on his own spit. “What? How- how do you know that?”

The older boy rolled his eyes and pointed to the cup. “That’s not Y/N’s handwriting. I see them before you do most mornings, and they're not in town. They told me last week. I thought you knew.”

“I did know, I just forgot, with everything going on at work.” Wonwoo couldn’t help but frown. Had not seeing them really thrown him off that much? “What does not seeing them have to do with anything though?”

Joshua scoffed. “Dude, every time you come from that cafe, you walk in like you just won the lottery, and you see them every day. You like them, don’t you?”

It was the last part that struck Wonwoo to his very core. He’d never even considered that to be an option before. Sure, Y/N was stunning, and kind, and he’d found great company in the barista, but like them? Romantically? Maybe it was more possible than he imagined. His face seemed to drop, as Joshua laughed at his rapid change in expression.

“It’s okay if you do. They seem to make you happy. I think you should go for it.” With a grin that would rival the Cheshire cat, Joshua claps his friend on the shoulder before leaving his desk to return to his own, as Wonwoo’s brain settles on entertaining this thought that seems to bloom an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, replacing the heavy stone of disappointment from earlier.

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You were back after a relaxing few days with your grandmother, spending time in the sun and looking out on the ocean. Although the time off was needed, you couldn’t help but think about not only your cafe, but a specific regular you hadn’t seen since last week. You hoped Chan had made his usual for him as she said on the note, and you were excited to catch up with Wonwoo about the last week, and honestly, just to see him again. Spending the last few days without seeing each other triggered the realization that he was more special to you than you had initially thought, and though he may not feel the same, you were content with the friendship you had formed already.

You opened the cafe without issue, and a sense of calm washed over you as you fell back into your routine. The morning rush felt like a breeze as you fell into a groove and before you knew it, 8:30 rolled around and the man you’d been thinking of walked through the door. He was early, as he now often was, but his anxious energy was back. He stepped up to the counter as you handed him his coffee, a fresh pop tart on a plate sliding his way as well.

“It’s on the house today. I’m sure you missed my magic touch last week.” You joked, your smile widening. His mouth opened before it shut once more, mirroring your grin as he said a quiet thank you as he took his seat. You caught up on missed stories, with mostly you telling stories of your vacation as he sat quietly and listened as you multitasked. It wasn’t until you asked him a question and received no answer that you looked up at him from the espresso machine to see him simply staring at you. “Wonwoo?”

You saw his eyes clear as his face rapidly turned a deep shade of red. “I’m sorry, I was listening. I just-” He paused, and your brows furrowed.

“Are you alright?” You asked, putting down the espresso shot and giving him your full focus.

“Do you want to, maybe, go to dinner sometime?” His eyes couldn’t meet yours at first, until suddenly the dark brown of his irises met yours and you melted at the adoration you felt behind his gaze.

“Wonwoo, are you asking me on a date?” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You watched his cheeks redden further as he nodded and you couldn’t help the way you seemed to beam at him. “I’d like that very much. Maybe this Saturday, if you’re free?”

You watched the anxiety leave his body in an instant as he agreed. He handed you his phone as he stood up, coffee cup and plate now empty. “Put your number in and I’ll call you?”

You punched your contact information in and handed him the phone in exchange for his dishes, and watched as he clumsily pushed in his seat and grabbed his things. “Have a good day at work, Wonwoo. It was nice to see you.”

“It was good to see you. I’ll call you later tonight, if that’s okay.” You nodded and if he smiled any wider, he thought his lips might start to crack. With one last goodbye, he left out the door, and his eyes didn’t leave your beautiful face through the window until he lost line of sight.

#seventeen #svt x reader #svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #one shot #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #strangers to lovers au #coffee shop au #my first post i'm so nervous lmao #seventeen fic #horanghxnni writes

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splitster · 7 months

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answering more asks!!

featuring pom wraith, pingo, ocs?!, and older art check it out (three's some art 💖)↓↓

THANK you!! ohhh i do have old pikmin ocs... i actually revamped my old captain a while back, i can share him:

i had a whole crew of pikmin ocs who were a part of the S.S. Harmony, they were gonna be SUCH a nuisance to everyone they ran into...

i thought about making a rescue corps oc for fun. hrmm! maybe...

AHHH thank you!! i've seen a shocking number tags and asks from people saying that I'm apparently the reason they like Dingo now? and i have to say that is so mind boggling to me, because when i first played Pikmin 4 I didn't care about him at all!! he was a nothing sandwich to me... but then i drew him a few times... and started thinking... and then things went downhill and now i REALLY like him...

(referring to this post) i think dingo is better when he's withered

(referring to this comic) I HEAR YOU... I HEAR YOU... but if any tear at all would cause oxygen poisoning, i wouldn't be able to draw them all battered and cool :(

i imagine that there's a seal around the neck in case there's a breach in the suit's lining. so as long as their backpack (life-support) works and is connected to their helmets, then they can breathe✨

(referring to this post) Olimar would be horrified because he knows Louie, and if he sees that note there's only one thing it could mean! his coworker tried to eat pom!! if pom hasn't been outed as wraith and Olimar is questioning her, she'd just say Louie bit her and then refuse to answer any follow up questions 💖

Shepherd would be... concerned. she might think they have a weird fling going on and louie's talking about a kiss? she probably wouldn't realize Louie quite literally means he ate something from pom. oops!

that's a really good question... I'll be honest, with a lot of the "when and how did x happen" questions, there's not an official timeline or anything; the pom wraith au is sort of an umbrella with a bunch of different stories and what-ifs underneath it. although there was one story where louie does find out her secret!

louie and pom end up bridging their differences (with the help of olimar), and become good friends while pom is continuing the rescue effort. then there's a very unfortunate incident where pom and louie are away from the base and they're attacked... pom has to reveal herself to defend them and she accidentally hurts louie :(

its fine though, louie doesn't care what pom is. they're both freaks in his mind and that's all that really matters. he does end up having to defend pom from olimar (who's been made vindictive through his trauma with the plasm wraith) sometime later!! here's some older art:

sure

me too! they do NOT get along... louie's kinda pissed at her for chasing him around on PNF404 and beating him in dandori battles when he just wants to stay there and vibe. pom meanwhile doesn't understand him, he pisses her off too! she likes olimar a lot, and as an outsider it looks like louie doesn't appreciate the friendship olimar offers him. to someone who's trying to understand and participate in this whole friendship business, she thinks he's ungrateful and weird. they do not get along!! at the beginning at least...

AHHHH!!! THANK YOU!!! WAHH...🥺💖💖 i'm very glad you enjoy my silly little art style!! i want to make things very squishy so i appreciate that 💖

i don't think that man is going to live!

wait actually if you eat enough maybe you just turn into a wraith. that'd be scary! hopefully olimar's there to stop him

that's a fun thought! he would probably be able to sense that something is off about her. but he'd also probably just think "she's weird like me." honestly, the whole wraith thing doesn't really matter much to him -- the only thing it changes is that pom can now offer her tendrils as a skewer for his cooking at any time and location!

i think i'm gonna call her rose wraith!! and ohh, i didn't know that... i was just gonna call her rose wraith since she has a rose head. i'm creative i promise

(referring to this post i think) AHHH hehe... honestly, when Pom first learns about Dingo's fear of blood, she only tries to keep him from it because it's really annoying dealing with your coworker when they faint. he's like a sack of potatoes when he's knocked out. but yes, as they become actual friends pom will (subtly) do her best to keep blood away from dingo. it's fortunate she doesn't have any!

she might not get phobias, but she understands what its like to have a crippling fear, so she's empathetic!

THANK you. he has sunglasses. he's pretty cool

AHH THANK YOU... i like them a lot... 👉👈

let the marching pikmin give you the energy you need to practice🫡

#modpost #modask #pom wraith au #pingo #thank you for all the asks!!#i have more to get to so i'll make another post...

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tmntxthings · 8 months

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∑一 Do You Realize?・゜・。

author’s notes: idk what to say & also idk what i wrote, i was floating during this XD but we post anyhow

warnings: fluff, slice of life, flirt, cursing? unedited asf, suggestive perhaps??? if you squint?? or maybe like peanut butter a lot???

song: “ Do You Realize?? by The Flaming Lips ”

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Michelangelo was quiet as he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Though it was more peanut butter than jelly. Which really may have been even more disturbing than the silence. Who in their right mind liked the way it got stuck in the roof of their mouth?

“…”

You munched on your own sandwich. A proportionate amount of pb and j on either bread slice. After swallowing you decided to speak up.

“What?”

His response was immediate after a blink or two.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I know you’ve got something to say,”

He goes back to that odd quietness again. His fingers squeezing onto the sandwich too tightly. Peanut butter getting all over his hands. Well. Even more so than before. Truthfully he had been sticking his fingers in the jar to eat it raw earlier.

“…it’s weird.”

A teasing tone came from your voice as you nudged your shoulder with his.

“Can’t be weirder than eating peanut butter with your fingers.”

“Hey!” An offended lilt heard from Mikey. But it couldn’t be helped!

“Just kidding..” “Mostly..” You offered as a compromise. His head tilted from side to side, seeming to let it go in favor of the initial conversation.

“Well, I was just thinking about how we’re all gonna die one day.” Now you hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all. Mikey had his weird quips. But this was darker than most! You wondered if his favorite pizza place had been demolished again offhandedly before saying the first word that came to your mind.

“Oh?” But it didn’t stop there!

“And that, I’d just hope you’d be around when it happens for me.”

Now that was just too much. It was sad. It was sweet. It was all wrapped up in emotions that had you looking Mikey in the eyes, pb fingers and all and giving him a small smile.

“Damn..” Again you were at a lack of words here. You wished you could say more. In fact you should’ve just said, ‘same’ or ‘me too Mikey’ or anything other than something so meaningless.

“Yeah, weird right?” He didn’t seem put off by your lack of response. His eyes had met yours, returning the smile before looking back down at his food. Taking another bite.

“A little, but not the strangest thing ever.” Which was true. You had to endure Leo after all. And he said random shit all the time. Though not as philosophical. Maybe Donnie would be closer to this category.

“Also!” Mikey spoke up around his bite.

“Oh there’s more?” You pop the last bite into your mouth. Dusting off the crumbs on your fingers on the paper plate below. Reaching for the bottle of water that had sat untouched since the two of you had sat down for the midnight snack.

“Yeah! I was also thinking about how life goes by super fast, and all the good moments too, it’s the bad ones that tend to drag out. I just wonder why that is.” This was longer, and even more confusing than the first.

“Hmm” Your eyebrows went together, thinking of what to say. Holding off for longer than before. But your mind was still blank. The thoughts weren’t weird, in fact you felt they were true. But..“I couldn’t even begin to try and pretend that I know the answer,”

“Yeah,” Mikey sighed in agreement. It was something he couldn’t answer too.

“And another thing!”

It seemed Mikey was on a roll tonight. You propped your elbow up on the table. Letting your hand cup your cheek as you leaned into it. Pushing the paper plate away from underneath you. “Mhm?” You listened intently. Well you thought you had been. Because you got some words but not the others as you watched his eyes rather than his lips.

You caught words like, “face” “happiness” “realize” It all didn’t really make much sense. But his eyes, the way they lighted up as you paid attention. It was so endearing. Unlike the rest of him that was green and orange, and okay he had splashes of other colors with his stickers too. But his eyes. They held a mixture of such a striking red and a mellow amber. It was far from anything you had ever seen, much like the turtle himself. Entrancing.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said did you?” He mused. And you were caught red handed as you sheepishly tried to play it off, listing the words you did catch with a bit of embarrassment. “Well that just won’t do, listen close okay?” Mikey said and his hands went up as if to cup your face, but he still had peanut butter covering them so instead you held onto his wrists, nodding in confirmation.

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful smile? The one when your especially happy?” You squeezed his wrists, giving him a rueful expression. Was he being serious? Of course he was! He was smiling at your bashfulness, but nothing in his stare said he was playing you. “Thanks for enlightening me,” you say, though the blush can’t be helped.

“Your welcome!” And he had the audacity to wink as he took one peanut butter covered finger and stuck it in his mouth. You blinked. How could he go from borderline flirting to— to?!? Whatever he was doing now??? Eating obliviously?? It was times like these where you wondered. The lower half of your face hidden behind a hand pressed against your mouth. Trying to cover that embarrassingly bright blush. You wondered if Mikey actually did know what he was doing, and he was just a damn good actor at pretending not to know.

As you recomposed yourself, lost in thoughts like those. You didn’t pay any mind to Mikey turning slightly to the side and winking at no one in particular.

Yeah he knew. And yeah he does it on purpose.

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zooweemamacita · 8 months

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Currently Untitled PJ/Hazel Fic

Okay listen. This will be posted on AO3 when my account gets accepted but for now... here it lies. PJ/Hazel is main with background Isabel/Josie and the other fight club girlies

*disclaimer: this is not beta'd, nor have I ever written a fic in my life. I was inspired after the movie.

"PJ realizes that Hazel is sexy and cool and really really wants to kiss her again. Or get all up in her cooch. Either or, but preferably both."

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CHAPTER 1

Hazel still couldn't believe it. PJ had kissed her. Willingly. Not for a joke—for a distraction, at least, but not a joke. It was two days ago, already, but Hazel was over the moon. Over the stars… in the crab nebula, floating around and leaving a little trail of hearts everywhere.

She couldn't stop thinking about how PJ gasped when Hazel gripped the back of her head, tilting her face to get a better angle….

“Hey! Loser! Is that your brain I see leaking out of your ears? Are you even listening to me?” PJ’s voice broke her out of her reverie.

“No.. sorry. I was thinking about…” Hazel scrambled for an answer that wasn't ‘our magnificent kiss.’

“Our magnificent kiss?” Shit.

PJ frowned, offended. Shit shit shit.

“Magnificent? I would say it was at least life-changing. World-ending? Did I not rock your old grandpa style argyle socks off?”

Hazel thumped her head on the lunch table. Why? Was Jeff sleeping with her mom not enough punishment? God, what did I do to deserve this? Is this about the bombs? she silently pleaded to the table.

PJ took her non-answer as a yes, you did, thank you very much. She was proud of herself. I mean, it was Hazel Callahan, but even getting a nerd to like you was pretty satisfying. She was feeling it.

“Hey, are you gonna eat your sandwich?” Sylvie asked. Hazel silently slid it over, not looking up. Sylvie tore into it immediately, probably imagining it was her stepdad’s neck or something.

“Haaaazellllll” PJ singsonged. “I know you wanna kiiiiiiissss meeeeeee againnnnnnn.” Not that PJ wanted to kiss Hazel again, it was just fun to tease her. Right? She didn't wanna kiss Hazel again… right?

Hazel groaned, thunking her head again on the table. PJ shrugged and stole her mini bag of Doritos. Cool ranch? What the fuck is wrong with Hazel? Nacho cheese is the best flavor, obviously. PJ ate them anyway.

She weighed the pros and cons while munching, eyes roaming over Hazel’s dark hair and button up.

Pro: Hazel was a surprisingly good kisser. For a nerd.

Con: Hazel was a nerd.

Pro: She wasn’t exactly swimming in cooch right now, even though they did kill a bunch of football players. Whatever. Maybe she could practice with Hazel before someone else realizes how cool and hot she is and then she’ll rock her world. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. God, PJ, you're a genius, she congratulated herself.

Con: She couldn't think of another one.

Good enough for PJ.

Now, getting Hazel to kiss her again miiiight be tricky. Should PJ invite her out? Invite her over for math help, because she actually needed it and Hazel was seriously good at math?

She needed Josie for this. Scheming on her own made PJ feel like the unibomber.

Hazel was the real unibomber here. Like, where did she even learn to make bombs? And why was it kinda sexy? Wait, sexy? Hazel Callahan? Nononono. PJ shook her head, literally shaking the thought from her brain.

Hazel nerd. Hazel not sexy, she scolded herself. Fuck. She needed to talk to Josie, like yesterday.

“Alright losers,” PJ stood abruptly. “This has been fun, but I gotta go see my number one.”

Hazel lifted her head.

“Hey, that rhymed, PJ! See you in class, you have a really nice ass!” Hazel said cheerily. She loves rhyming. Everyone at the table stopped talking and looked at her.

“Riiiiight,” PJ said. “Thanks for noticing, I guess. Glad someone appreciates a good thing when they see it.” She said the last part to the rest of the cafeteria, loudly. No one noticed.

Hazel realized what she said and the blood drained from her face. PJ smirked and wiggled her fingers, then turned away. The thump of Hazel’s head was so loud Teddy came over and told her not to break his table.

‘Step 1: get Hazel to kiss her again, and be completely obsessed with her

Step 2: ??????’

PJ aggressively drew the question marks in her notebook. Josie, who had never seen PJ do homework with such enthusiasm, was instantly suspicious.

“Whatcha doin’ over there?” Josie asked from her desk. PJ was on her bed, splayed out like it was hers. If Josie tried to get her to scooch over, it would turn from a slapping fight into a shoving fight until one of them pulled hair and had to apologize. It was their way.

Josie stayed at the desk.

“Nothing” PJ said quickly, and turned the page. Too quickly. Now Josie was really suspicious.

“Lemme see,” Josie said, getting up and snatching the notebook before PJ could protest.

“HEY!” PJ yelled, but Josie jumped on the bed and bounced so PJ couldn't get up. PJ was yelling unintelligibly when Josie finally read what PJ wrote, jumping back down and out of breath.

“You should really work out more, you're dating a cheerleader. I bet Isabel’s stamina is wayyyyyyy better than yours,” PJ tried, desperately trying to distract Josie from her list. Fuck. Never leave a paper trail. Forensic Files taught her that.

“Wait,” Josie said. She looked at the list, then back at PJ, and back at the list and back at PJ and-

“OKAY FINE! So the nerd can kiss. Who knew??” PJ said, throwing her arms up and flopping back down on the bed.

“Wait- just so I’m getting this right. You want to kiss Hazel. Again. Like, willingly?” Josie confirmed. Was this happening? Is this bizarro world, did the earth go cube shaped?? What was happening?

“Jooosieeeeeeeeee” PJ whined. “I need your help. I do not need your judgement. Though, yes, it is well-deserved, I can see that.”

“But Josie,” PJ sat up, “You don't even know. Like, my cooter was soaked. Okay? Its been so neglected, its like the Sahara desert down there. Seriously.”

“You know, Sahara means desert already. You don’t have to say Sahara Desert, it’s like saying ‘Desert Desert’ which is, ridiculous—“ Josie started, but was cut off.

“Fuck the desert! A nerd made me wet, Josie. I’m freaking out! And the worst part? I want her to do it again.” And again, and again, but that was beside the point. Josie didn't need to know that PJ rubbed one out before coming over, thinking about Hazel’s hands, her capable hands, sliding down her body, up her leg, up her inner thigh… PJ shivered.

“Ohmygod. Are you thinking about it right now? You're disgusting, dude!” Josie yelled.

“What? It was HOT, OKAY??” PJ yelled back. Fuck, Josie knew she wasn't getting any. Sue her if she was obsessing over the hottest thing that had happened to her, like, ever.

“Josie, if you're not gonna help me, I will be forced to use an alternate. Okay? Do you want me and Sylvie to have to plan this?? Someone would end up dead.”

PJ might be right about that, but it doesn’t make it any less weird. They’d known Hazel forever. She was like a little fly that hung around, buzzing in their ears. But a sexy fly? Josie couldn't see it.

“Okay, I get the kissing part. You wanna kiss her again, okay. But what’s with the obsession? You want Hazel to make dolls out of hair she cuts off you while you're sleeping?” Josie said.

PJ twirled her hair around her finger. Did she want that? It would be kind of sexy, to have the tables turned for once, to be the obsessee instead of the obsessed. She watched Misery and it really turned her on, for some reason. She’ll unpack that later.

Josie shook her head and muttered to herself. What the fuck was happening?

“Okay, PJ, look. I’m pretty sure Hazel already likes you, so you don’t have to do much. Why don't you, like, ask her to get a milkshake?” Josie offered.

“A milkshake? What is this, 1957? Jesus, Josie, I want her to kiss me, not invite me to the fucking sock-hop! Help me!” PJ begged.

Josie mimed putting a hat on.

“Let me put on my thinking cap,” Josie said.

“Lo-ser..” PJ muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, to get the girl, you must understand the girl. Play to her strengths, make her feel sexy, make her feel wanted,” Josie started pacing while PJ aggressively took notes.

CHAPTER 2

Last night PJ and Josie had come up with a plan.

PJ will seduce Hazel. Compliment her, feel her biceps or something, make her laugh. Easy-peasy. Hazel’s been laughing at PJ’s jokes for years. It was kind of nice, actually. Hazel’s laugh always burst out of her, like she was surprised it was happening. Cute, PJ thought. She wanted to see if she could do it again.

“Okay, you know the plan?” Josie whispered as they walked to their lockers. Hazel’s was two down from PJ’s, it was the perfect spot.

“Tell her she looks good today. Look up at her through your lashes, fuckin’ tell her she’s so cool for blowing up the tree, can she teach you how to do it? type shit. You can do it, easy. Maybe touch her arm.”

PJ took a deep breath. “I can do this. No problem. Hazel will quiver at my feet.”

“Gross.” Josie said.

PJ was kind of nervous. What if she looked stupid? Would Hazel even be receptive to her flirting? Get your head in the game, PJ told herself in Corbin Bleu’s voice. She technically was the Troy of this story, now she just had to bag her Gabriella. But PJ draws the line at serenading.

Josie elbowed her. “Target at twelve o’clock. I repeat, target at twelve—“

“Jesus Christ— Fuck, ow, Josie! Your elbows are sharp!” PJ complained.

“You got this, bro. Remember the plan, I’ll see you in class.” Josie saluted her, then turned and made her way to Isabel’s locker. She gave her one more thumbs up before she turned the corner.

It’s go time.

PJ opened her locker, eyeing Hazel. She couldn't remember what book to grab, whatever. She slammed it shut, startling Hazel.

“Hey,” PJ said smoothly. “Come here often?”

“…to my locker?” Hazel questioned. “You see me here everyday.”

Fuck. She had to try something else.

“I like your shirt.” PJ said, because she actually did, for once. It was a gray button up, short sleeves, with a faint checkered pattern. It really brought out the color of Hazel’s eyes. And she was wearing her usual chain.

PJ wanted to pull Hazel in by that stupid chain and kiss her stupid confused mouth.

Hazel, squinted, looking at PJ up and down. “Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?”

Hazel put the back of her hand on PJ’s forehead, checking her temperature. PJ smacked her hand away.

“No, Hazel, I don't have a fever. Jesus.”

“Are you sure? I have some ibuprofen in my locker if you need it. Your face is looking a little flushed, maybe you should take one just in case—“

PJ groaned, about to give up. Could she even give a compliment correctly? This was seriously damaging her ego.

“Hazel, I’m serious. I like your shirt,” PJ tried again. She reached up and straightened Hazel’s collar a little. Smoothed her hands across her shoulders.

Hazel, meanwhile, stilled. Now she was really concerned. PJ was never this nice to her.

“Hey, I can be nice!” PJ protested.

Shit, did I say that out loud? Hazel thought.

“Yeah, you did, you weirdo. Weirdo in a cute shirt. With your artfully tousled weirdo hair and your weirdly capable hands,” PJ continued.

“My—my what?” Hazel was lost. Hazel was on another planet. Was this really happening? Hazel looked at her hands. Two rings, skinny fingers.. capable? Did PJ like looking at her hands?

“Fuck. So, I’m gonna go.. and I’ll see you later? Yeah, see you later, loser! Just kidding. Okay. Shit. Bye,” PJ ran away, leaving Hazel there, still staring at her hands.

PJ liked her hands?

“Mayday. Mayday. Red alert.” PJ said as she slid into her desk, panting hard, right next to Josie.

“Did you run here? What could possibly have gone wrong, PJ? I mean, you just had to compliment her. How hard can that be?” Josie said, throwing her hands up. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she expected.

“I told her she had nice hands! Like a weirdo! and I fixed her collar and said I liked her shirt, and-and—she asked if I was okay! Like, what, I can't be nice all of a sudden? Without there being something wrong with me?” words spilled out of PJ faster and faster.

“PJ, chill! Also, yes, it is weird for you to be suddenly nice. I didn’t think about that… we might have to try a different approach.” Josie considered.

“I might have to call in an expert,” Josie started.

PJ interrupted, “No. No. Don't tell Isabel. No. It’s too embarrassing. Hard pass.”

“I’m gonna ask Isabel,” Josie said at the same time.

The bell rang, cutting them both off.

“We’ll continue this at lunch,” Josie said, “And consult the experts. They'll know what to do.”

Hazel was floating through class. Her head felt bigger after PJ’s compliment, her feet weren't touching the ground. Her hands? Hazel never thought hands could be sexy, but.. she was learning all sorts of new things this year.

Her chest burned with warmth all morning.

She kept catching herself grinning, thinking about PJ’s odd (yet oddly charming) way of complimenting her. Even Mr. G noticed, and told her to stop smiling at nothing cause it was ‘freakin’ him the fuck out and he didn’t wanna have to call a priest again.’

Maybe getting PJ to kiss her again would be easier than she thought.

Now she just had to come up with a plan…

Hazel dropped her stuff on the lunch table in front of Annie.

“I need your help,” Hazel said.

“Hazel, no, I won’t steal anything from the chemistry lab again. Mrs. Roswell is already suspicious of me!” Annie exclaimed.

“What? No- Annie, no, it’s about something else. It’s about,” Hazel got really close, looked around carefully, and whispered, “PJ.”

“Why are you whispering? Did she say some other shit to you? This girl… I’m not gonna let her talk to you like that again—“ Annie started getting up.

“NO! Annie, listen to me,” Hazel pleaded, pulling her back down.

“I need— I need your help withgettingPJtokissmeagain.” Rushed out of Hazel’s mouth.

“What?” Annie couldn't understand that last part.

“With getting..” Hazel groaned, putting her hands over her face.

“With getting PJ to kiss me again,” she said carefully, refusing to remove her hands.

“PJ? Are you sure you wanna kiss PJ again?” Annie said, disbelief coloring her voice.

“Yes,” Hazel said, peeking out from her hands.

Annie considered, thinking about it for a second, but seeing that Hazel was serious she relented, and decided to help her.

“Sure, fine, whatever. You can do better than PJ, though. Date someone actually nice?” Annie tried.

Hazel shook her head. “Mm-mm. She’s the one. I’m sure of it.”

“Ooo-kay,” Annie said, pulling a notebook out of her backpack. “Let’s get you some PJ.”

#bottoms movie #bottoms (2023)#hazel/pj #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan #rachel sennott #ayo edebiri #ruby cruz

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 2 years

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Part 2 to this post

It's been a few months since people started regularly referring to Billy and Eddie as boyfriends. It was funny at first. Billy would call 'hey babe' across the cafeteria to get his attention and when Eddie responded accordingly, it would get a laugh.

All in good fun. If it wasn't, Billy wouldn't stay smiling for too long. He'd made an example out of Jason on a few occasions for going too far, calling Eddie names and whatnot.

Writing fag on his locker, that sort of thing.

But even so, Billy hasn't stopped with the pet names. Hasn't stopped giving Eddie the golden treatment, even when it's just the two of them, and it makes the brunet feel... strangely good.

When Tommy tries to take a seat at the lunch table, Billy fixes a glare at him that has Tommy turning to stone.

"You're in my boyfriend's seat, Hagan. Don't make me make you move," he glowers.

Tommy slides his tray one seat down, the subtle twinge of fear still visible on his face when he spreads an amused smirk and pops a baby carrot into his mouth.

"My bad. Sweetheart always comes first, right?"

"Damn straight."

There's a chuckle around the table.

And, well, Eddie would normally chime in with a joke or something as he approaches the table and takes his seat, but instead he chews the inside of his cheek. Plops down beside Billy without a tray and sets his chin in his hands.

Billy's smile falls immediately and he leans forward to get a look at Eddie's face from the side.

"Not hungry, Munson?"

"No."

"What's up?"

A large hand settles on Eddie's back and rubs right between his shoulder blades. It does good to calm his tense muscles.

Eddie reaches into his vest pocket and produces a folded paper, which Billy looks at warily before he opens it. Pushes his tray out of the way so he can flatten it out and read.

"Damn, this is worse than Carol's progress report," he comments. Tommy snickers, only to receive a slug from his girlfriend. "What happened? I thought you liked language arts."

"I do, I just, I dunno, suck at reading nonfiction. My grade in history is slipping, math's even worse, and science is a combination of English and math—"

"Woah, just relax," Billy coos. He folds the paper shut again and slides it back into Eddie's vest pocket. "How 'bout we see what you can do to pull your grades up in each class, hmm? We can park out at the quarry and I'll help you over some pizzas and a six pack. Does that sound good?"

His gentle tone of voice smooths out all of Eddie's hard edges like they were never there in the first place.

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly.

"M'kay." Billy offers a kind smile as he brushes Eddie's hair away from his face. "You wanna try and eat something?" When Eddie merely shrugs, Billy tilts his head to the side. Suddenly very close. "C'mon, how do you expect to use that big brain on an empty stomach?"

That has Eddie biting back on a smile. Then Billy is sliding his tray over, mostly untouched save for a couple of missing carrots, and pushes himself up out of his seat.

"I'll go get something else. Kill anyone if they try to take my spot."

Eddie flushes red when a kiss gets pressed to his temple, and he listens to the thud of Billy's boots against the tile as he saunters off. Carol smacks Tommy's arm again, this time earning a whine.

"What was that for?" he asks.

"All you said when I showed you my grades was yikes."

"Well, what the hell do you want me to say? My grades aren't much better than yours."

Carol smacks him again and they start bickering. Eddie just shakes his head and smiles as he takes a bite of the crummy chicken sandwich on his tray.

Thinking only of the warm press of lips to his skin.

Part 3 is here

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #tommy and carol #ficlet #my writing #homophobic slurs

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elizaditton · 6 months

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Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 9)

Links:

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To say sharing English, History, and Algebra classes with a perthean was difficult would be a severe understatement. All that occupied my mind during class was whether or not my deskmate was staring at me. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but glance behind me every few minutes just to make sure his attention was fixed on the teacher and not me. I doubt I retained any information from the first half of the school day.

Brown paper lunch bag in hand, I close my locker and start towards the cafeteria. I thank my lucky stars that the PE and lunch periods at this school separate humans and pertheans. I have no idea what I'd do otherwise. The very thought of watching a perthean eat... I'd pass out for sure!

As I make my way down the hall my gaze meets a pair of wide, sparkly brown eyes belonging to a girl with frizzy black hair. Is she staring at me? Is something the matter? Did I put my shirt on backwards after getting out of the shower? My face turns red and I quickly shift my focus to the floor. When I look back up again, I see the girl's curly hair bounce as she walks down the hall past me. Then, she looks back at me and stops. What's with this girl? Maybe my shirt really is on backwards? I inspect my uniform, but everything is as it should be. I try not to focus on the girl and keep walking past her towards the cafeteria.

"Excuse me," someone pipes up from behind.

I turn around. It's her. Blood rushes to my face again. What could possibly be the matter?! Why in the world would someone randomly talk to me of all people?!

"Y-yes?" I answer.

"Did we... go to stage 2 together?" she asks, cocking her head.

I look her up and down. I mean, she does look familiar... but what are the chances of someone I went to stage 2 with in Maedri showing up at a school in Chancelor?

"Not unless you're from Maedri," I say.

Her face lights up immediately.

"Kaylin?"

No way.

"It's me, Brittney!"

"I-I know...! I'm just..." I look her up and down again, at a loss for words.

"Surprised?" she says, jumping with excitement.

"Yes! What in the world are you doing here?!"

"I've been going to this school since I started stage 4! What are you doing here?!"

I ponder for a moment. What am I doing here?

"I'm kinda new here. It's a long story," I say, rubbing my arm.

"Come on! We were both going to the cafeteria, right?" Brittney says, grabbing hold of my hand as she starts running off. "I'll show you the way there! We have so much catching up to do!"

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After sitting down at an empty table with Brittney, I reach into my lunch bag and feel around before pulling out a small piece of paper. Yep, he's done it again. Although I've never asked him to, for as long as I can remember, Dad's made my school lunches for me. And every time, he includes some kind of note. It's usually a corny joke. This one reads:

What's a dresser's favorite type of instrument?

A 'socks'-ophone!

I chuckle. Not because it's a good joke, but because it's a terrible one. At least Dad's trying.

"What's that?" Brittney asks.

"Just a corny joke my dad wrote," I say, passing her the note.

She reads it over and laughs. "That's a good one!" she says, handing the note back to me. I guess we have different tastes when it comes to jokes.

"So, how have you been for the past..." she says, counting on her fingers, "...seven years?"

"Well," I say as I unwrap what I think is a peanut butter and honey sandwich, "I ended up going to all-human schools from stage 3a through stage 4c. West Maedri in stage 4 was kinda rough. What about you?"

"After moving to Teran, I stayed in public schools until stage 4, which was okay, I guess." She takes a thermos and a wrapped sandwich out of her bag. "Then my parents decided to send me here for stage 4. Something about me needing to socialize with pertheans more."

"I totally get that!" I say. "My dad pretty much forced me to come here because... well, you may remember how I am."

"Oh, right! Your fear!" Brittney exclaims.

"Shh! Not so loud!"

Brittney covers her mouth with her hand, and we both look around us to make sure nobody heard.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"It's alright," I sigh. "Anyway... this is your fourth year here?"

"Yeah!"

"And you... like it here?"

"Mhm," she dips her grilled cheese into her soup and takes a bite. "I've made a few friends over the years, plus I'm deskmates with my boyfriend. So, I'm happy!"

"B-boyfriend?" I ask. My mind flashes back to my own deskmate. I can hardly imagine being in a relationship with someone of his size!

"Yeah! Speaking of deskmates," Brittney says, "how are you getting along with yours?"

"Well..." I put down my sandwich and stare at it for a moment. "I wouldn't say we're getting along. It's more like he's trying way too hard while I'm kind of just... tolerating him."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, take when he dropped me off for PE. The way he said goodbye, asked over and over again if I had everything with me, and reminded me a thousand times where we'd meet up after lunch period... it's like he thinks he's my dad or something. And the way he smiles at me... it's almost sickeningly sweet, like that time my dad tried to make chamomile tea the way my mom used to. It sort of just makes you wince, you know?"

"That makes sense," Brittney says. "Maybe try not to give him such a hard time about it. I'm sure he's probably nervous and just trying to be a good deskmate."

"I guess," I say. "It's just really hard when all I'm thinking about is how he could be out to get me. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"Out to get you?" Brittney says, putting her sandwich down. "No one in this school is out to get you, Kaylin. Trust me."

"How can you be so sure? You don't even know my deskmate!"

"I don't know, I just know it. You're safe here, trust me."

There's a sparkle in her eyes that makes me really want to believe her. But with this fear controlling me, I don't know if I can.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

My legs tremble at the knowledge that I'm going to be reunited with my deskmate any moment now. I wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt and try to steady my breathing, but I can't seem to get anything more than shaking, shallow breaths out. I just hope I can get myself to calm down before my deskmate sees me like this.

"So, this is the spot?" Brittney asks as I come to a stop in front of her.

"Yeah," I say, "this is where he dropped me off."

"Do you see him anywhere?"

I scan the room from the balcony. There's so many pertheans, but I don't see my deskmate.

"I don't see him," I say.

"Maybe try texting him. You did get his number, right?"

My heart sinks at the thought of initiating contact with my deskmate, especially when I didn't answer his last text.

"My boyfriend isn't answering me. I guess I'm stuck waiting and watching," Brittney says.

"Is that how things normally go?" I ask. "Waiting and watching?"

"More or less," she says, crossing her arms. "It'd be different if a certain someone remembered to charge their phone, though."

I scan the room again for any sign of my deskmate, secretly hoping he'd just come get me so we can get the rest of the day over with. Right when I think I see him is when a pair of narrowed brown eyes meet my gaze. Was he staring at me first? Wait, isn't this the same creepy guy who was staring at me this morning?!

"Kevin! Over here!" Brittney shouts.

I look beside me to see her jumping up and down and waving her arms. I follow her line of sight, and lo and behold it leads me back to the perthean who was staring at me. Blood rushes to my face. They know each other?!

The perthean standing next to him turns around. I immediately recognize his wide blue eyes as being my deskmate's. I stumble behind Brittney, and my heart begins to pound. The two pertheans are walking right towards us!

"Huh?" Brittney says before letting out a huge gasp. "No way!"

I look at her, her hands covering her mouth in surprise. I look back at the two perthean boys, my heart still pounding. What could be the problem?

Brittney grabs hold of the balcony railing as the boys approach. "Derrick! What are you doing here?!"

What?! No way! How in the world do they know each other?!

My deskmate rubs the back of his head. "I'm back this year," he says. His eyes turn to me. "I see you've found my deskmate."

Brittney's jaw drops to the floor as she turns around. She stares at me, wide-eyed, and points to my deskmate. "You guys are deskmates?!"

"Y-yeah?" I manage.

"This is awesome!" Brittney exclaims. She pats my right shoulder and looks back at the boys. "Kaylin and I have known each other since stage 2!"

"Is that so?" my deskmate asks.

"Yeah!" Brittney says. "Although, after I moved from Maedri to Teran, the letters stopped at some point during stage 3."

"I hate to break up this reunion," says the boy beside my deskmate, "but if we don't leave now we're going to be late for our next class."

"Oh, wait!" says Brittney, turning to me. "Kaylin, this is my boyfriend, Kevin."

I look up at the boy she's referring to. I cross my right arm over my chest and am about to bow as I usually do when I meet someone new, but I notice the boy simply nod at me. I end up sort of just... sheepishly waving. His gaze is so... heavy. Okay, this guy has officially freaked me out!

"Can we all meet up again after school? Pleaaase?" Brittney pleads as her deskmate lifts her up from the balcony.

"Of course! Let's meet here at the balcony," my deskmate says, fistbumping the other boy.

Brittney and her deskmate head to their next class, leaving my deskmate and I at the balcony. He smiles and holds his finger out for me to grab onto. With my only comfort in the whole school being whisked away, my eyes begin to glaze over with tears. I wish we had more time in the human part of the school. Heck, I wish we were at a human school. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to suppress my fear around these pertheans!

Hands shaking and heart thumping in my chest, I reach out and grab onto my deskmate's finger. I blink my tears away as he lifts me up and places me in his hand.

"Miss me?" he asks as he starts down the hall.

I keep to myself, staring down at my hands in my lap. What am I supposed to say to that? 'Yes?' 'No?'

The boy laughs nervously. I guess he realizes I'm not in the mood to talk right now. I just hope he doesn't take it the wrong way.

#too small to be afraid #tstba #perthea #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing

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keerysquinn · 5 months

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ship: Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler wc: 1.6k A/N: late post because the blorbos were blorboing, and I have emotions about these two idiots

“I don't think I'm going to make it home tonight,” Nancy told her mom over the phone. “If the snow stops and the roads don't look too bad, I might try to drive home later, but Mr. Munson doesn't think it's safe enough to go out unless it's absolutely necessary. He already said that it’s fine if I stay here for the night. I promise I’ll call you if anything changes, okay?”

If Nancy had known that agreeing to tutoring Eddie at the Munson trailer was going to lead to her having to spend the night, she might have been a little more insistent about sticking to their normal library meeting spot. It wasn’t that she hated the idea of having to stay over there. She just felt bad being another person taking up space in their home when Eddie’s uncle already slept on a cot in the living room due to the lack of space.

After getting off the phone with her mom, she moved to take her seat across from Eddie at the kitchen table again.

“So, how about we do one more problem set, and then we can call it a night?” she suggested, flipping through her chemistry notes to find some practice equations that they hadn’t done yet.

Eddie flopped forward to rest his head on the table.

“I will actually die if I have to balance one more equation. My head will explode. Can we please do anything else?”

“I thought you wanted to pass this chemistry test? You need more practice.”

“Think of my uncle, Nance. What’ll he do without me?”

“Probably get some peace and quiet for the first time in my life,” Wayne said without looking up from where he was sitting on the sofa tying his work boots.

Nancy stifled a laugh as Eddie shot back up into a sitting position and stared at his uncle with a look of pure shock and betrayal.

“If you really need a break from studying so much, why don’t you make your guest some dinner?” Wayne suggested. “If she’s staying over, you should probably offer to feed her.”

“Of course. Where are my manners?” Eddie said, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward to smile at Nancy. “Welcome to Chez Munson. It would be my honor to make dinner for you.”

“Real food, too. Don't go offering her spaghettios or whatever other canned junk you eat when I'm not around.”

“You don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy insisted. “I'm fine with whatever.”

Eddie ignored her and turned his attention towards his uncle.

“Want me to save you a plate of whatever it ends up being?”

“Sure. Stick it in the microwave, and I'll reheat it when I get home.”

“Any preferences?”

“Surprise me.”

“Can do. Stay safe out there. Don't drive like I do.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

Wayne said his goodbyes, and as soon as he was out the door, Eddie was up and out of his seat searching through the kitchen cabinets and checking the fridge to see what he could make.

“You really don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy said as she watched him start to rummage through the cabinet of pots and pans.

“Who says I'm going to any trouble?” he asked. “Maybe I do this all the time.”

“You do?”

“A guy's gotta eat. When my uncle started working nights, I started messing around in the kitchen because I found out he was never eating a hot meal. Just eating cereal or a bologna sandwich when he came home from a shift. And it's fine if I eat garbage, but I'm not gonna let him live like that after everything he's done for me, you know? I almost burnt the place down a couple times, but I haven't gotten any complaints yet.”

Nancy was touched by his story. Truthfully, she still didn't know much about Eddie. For the most part, he was just the guy that she tutored twice a week, but they'd slowly been becoming friends. She liked spending time with him, and finding out things like this - pieces of him she was sure not many other people knew - only made her grow even fonder of him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.

“I think I've got it covered. You can go watch TV if you want. When I cook for a beautiful woman, she doesn't have to lift a finger?”

“So you're in the habit of cooking for beautiful women?”

“You're the first actually. Now get out of here so I can work my magic.”

He shooed her out of the kitchen, and she went to go sit on the couch, but she was too preoccupied with the fact that he'd called her beautiful to focus on anything on TV. Since when did Eddie think she was beautiful? She was under the impression that their relationship was strictly professional, but even she couldn't deny that she felt something whenever he smiled at her.

When Eddie eventually made his way over to the couch, he was carrying two identical plates of food loaded up with breaded chicken cutlets, stovetop stuffing, and canned peas and carrots.

“It's nothing fancy, but I guarantee it'll taste good.”

They ate mostly in silence as Eddie channel-surfed trying to find something decent for them to watch.

“Color me impressed,” Nancy said after they'd finished dinner. “I didn't expect that from you.”

“It was because of my uncle's spaghettios comment, wasn't it?”

“You just didn't seem like the cooking type.”

“If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be.”

“Don't sell yourself short. You're good at this.”

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiled over at her, and she felt herself focusing on his lips. She couldn't let that happen, so she jumped up and grabbed their empty plates off the coffee table.

“Let me do the clean up,” she said as she headed towards the kitchen. “You cooked, so it's only fair.”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie moved to cut her off and blocked her from the sink. “You're the guest. I'm not letting you clean up the mess left behind by my cooking tornado.”

“I really don't mind,” she insisted.

“I'll never hear the end of it from my uncle if I let you clean up. He's used to coming home to my messes, so we don't have to worry about that right now.”

“Are you sure?” She eyed the dirty pots and pans on the stove. “It feels wrong to leave them there.”

“It's fine. I promise. You don't have to help clean up to earn your keep here. If that was the case, I would've been kicked out a long time ago. Just leave them for now.”

“Fine. But the second you're distracted, I'm doing those dishes.”

“I guess I've gotta keep myself fully focused on you then.”

“I guess so.”

“Wanna do something kind of stupid?” he asked.

“Depends on how stupid it is.”

“Put on your coat and shoes.”

Nancy quirked an eyebrow, but Eddie didn't allow her to question him. He just ushered her closer to the door before doubling back to grab a comforter from the closet. He took her outside and had her sit down on the edge of the stoop with him. He wrapped the comforter around their shoulders and held it closed in front of them to try and trap some extra warmth between them.

“Sitting out here is your something stupid?” she asked.

“Frostbite is no joke. Hence the comforter.”

The worst of the blizzard had passed but the snow was still falling in fat, fluffy flakes. The sky was dark, and there was a sense of calm washing over the trailer park. The only real light was from the stars.

“It's beautiful.” Nancy's voice was barely louder than a whisper as if she was afraid that her speaking would ruin the moment.

“I know.”

“Do you do this often?”

“Only when I need to think about something.”

“What are you thinking about now?”

“I don't know. That I like spending time with you, and I think you like spending time with me, too. That this is easy. That it feels right.”

Nancy was quiet again as she let his words wash over her. He was right. Spending time with him like this felt right. That's when she was hit by a somewhat startling realization.

“You cooked me dinner and wouldn't let me help or clean,” she started. “You took me out to your thinking spot to look at the stars. You called me beautiful . . . Was this a date?”

“Nah. This wasn't a date.” He turned to meet her gaze. “When I finally ask you out for real, you'll know.”

“So you're planning on asking me out?”

“As soon as I find the right moment.”

“And this isn't it?”

“You're stuck here for the night. It feels wrong to ask when you can't leave. Puts too much pressure on you to answer a certain way, and I don't want to do that to you.”

“Ask me tomorrow before I leave then?”

“I'll consider it.”

Eddie went to stand up and pulled Nancy up with him.

“Let's go back inside. I'll clean up the kitchen, and if you really wanna help, I'll let you dry the dishes. Then we can watch a movie or something. I'll even lend you some pajamas so you don't have to sleep in your jeans.”

“Sounds perfect.”

When Wayne came home from his shift, he found Nancy and Eddie snuggled up together fast asleep under the comforter on the couch bathed in the soft glow of the light from the television set. He microwaved his dinner - making sure to stop it without it dinging - and made his way back to Eddie's bedroom so he wouldn't disturb them. To him, it looked like his nephew had finally won over his dream girl.

#ctcwc23 #edancy #edancy fic #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #my writing

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liam-neesons-best-girl · 4 days

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The Orange Peel Test with him . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would respond to the orange peel test with their partner.

ICYMI: The orange peel test is a trend circulating that poses the scenario for one partner to present the other with an orange and no context or instructions. If they peel it, their love is "for real" lol

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Bryan Mills x reader, Hannibal x reader

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, they all pass the test, light kissing

Bryan Mills (Taken)

he is always happy when you want to cook with him or vise versa

the orange in your hand doesn't really pair well with the lasagna he is making but he brushes it off, just focusing on the task at hand to not cut his fingers

you take of your shoes, coat, and purse, placing the orange on the counter with your belongs before you scoot off to the restroom to change out of your work clothes and get washed up to help prep dinner

he thinks for a minute and decides to stop his work and peel the orange for you, also getting you a glass of water and a small bowl of mixed nuts, the perfect post-work pre-dinner snack

he also sneaks some nuts for himself (he loves almonds)

when you return to the kitchen he smiles and starts asking about your day

you sit on the bar stool in front of him and notice the snack and water that wasn't there 5 minutes ago

"for me?" you question

"for you" he says with a slight grin, thinking nothing of it

you can't believe how lucky you are to have a man who doesn't need step by step instructions to be thoughtful or affectionate

"can you put down the knife" you ask, rounding the counter to be by his side

he does so and you give him the tightest hug

you stay like that for a while because he is never the one to pull back from a hug first

Hannibal (A-Team)

you meet up with him in his make shift barracks, which is really a tent on desert terrain but at least it is some privacy for the two of you, away from his team

he greets you with a hug and a cocked brow when he sees the picnic basket you've placed on his bed

"what did you pack?" he asks, placing the basket on his lap to make room for the two of you to sit and go through the contents of the basket

he pulls out some meaty sandwiches you made for him, since you aren't too big a fan of deli products, miscellaneous fruits including oranges, and two cans of sparkling water to quench the thirst

ever the show off he declares a challenge

"you know I can peel these in one piece" he says pointing to the orange you just picked up to eat

"I'll believe it when I see it" you egg him on

you know this is just a rouse for him to peel it for you and not get any juices on your pretty dress or have to lift a single finger when around your strong boyfriend

he also feels indebt to you for making him such a lovely, impromptu lunch date

you were impressed to see he wasn't just blowing smoke and was actually able to peel it in one piece

watching his skilled hands be so delicate to such a fragile fruit was relaxing, and (not going to lie) a bit of a turn on

he hands you back the orange ready to eat and you, so cheeky, squeeze one of the wedges at him to splash him with the citrus's juice

with a mouth full of his sandwich he retorts, "I'll get you back when you least expect it, doll"

Qui-Gon (Star Wars)

he found you under and orange tree reading your book of poetry, enjoying the chirping birds and soft wind dancing on your hair

laying down by your side you extended your legs, an open invitation for him to rest his head on your lap as you read aloud to him

after a short time your belly began to growl, alerting him to your hunger

You lean up and say, "I'll just grab a ripe orange"

but he stops you, gently laying you back down against the tree and reaches up to grab the juiciest looking one

"let me feed you, my love" he'll say, not only peeling the orange for you but then ripping a part the wedges to feed you piece by piece

he kisses you in between bites, tasting the sweet citrus on your tongue

#liam neeson #qui gon jinn #star wars #qui gon #liam neeson x reader #liam neeson fan fiction #qui gon jinn x reader #liam neeson fan fic #qui-gon jinn x reader #qui gon jinn headcanon #qui gon fanfiction #qui gon x reader #phantom menace #liam #liam neeson imagines #liam neeson movie #liam neeson smut

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thestartofabeautifulride · 7 months

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I apologize over the excessive amount of posts about starting Waylon on medication. But I am ✨anxious✨

So I picked it up yesterday, which was a whole fiasco, because I waited 45 minutes on hold with the pharmacy to activate the prescription only to be told that there was something wrong where he didn’t have an account so they couldn’t pull him up. Idk, it didn’t make any sense to me. But she called the peds office, and then I got a call from an admin who got his account set and then told me I could call the pharmacy and get it activated now. Which is exactly what you like to hear when you were just on hold with them for 45 minutes before you got to talk to a person. 😂

But anyways, I have his medicine now and we are going to try it this weekend so we can see how he handles it. I don’t plan on medicating him on weekends, but I also don’t want to give it to him for the first time and then sending him so school. But I am so, so nervous. One of the biggest worried I have in the grand scheme is the fact that stimulants suppress appetite. Waylon is currently 5th percentile for weight for his age and so the thought of him not being hungry and likely skipping lunch scares me. The doctor assured me not to worry about it too much, just make sure he eats a good breakfast before the meds kick in and a good dinner and maybe a peanut butter sandwich right before bed, but it still makes me really nervous. Especially assuming the medicine helps him but then what if he’s not eating enough? And that’s something we won’t be able to see until he’s been on it for a bit to see if it impacts him and his growth.

And of course just the how is this medication going to work for him? The doctor asked if anyone in the family was on any kind of stimulants and man do I wish I could’ve said yes so that we at least had a starting place. Like yeah this person is on XYZ so we know there’s a decent chance that that would work for him. But we’re just going for it and crossing our fingers. Like one of my friends has a child who is also on medication for ADHD and the first one they tried was apparently awful. They had him on it for a week and he was just super angry and mean. Or the doctor mentioned it can cause some kids to socially withdraw, which just makes me feel so sad to think about. You just don’t know what you’re going to get until you try. I mean I know if it isn’t working for him I simply stop giving it to him and we discuss other options. But it still scares me.

#and this anxiety is why I’ve never gotten up the nerve to try anxiety medication that I totally acknowledge I probably need #but also I want better for my kid #and I know that this should be to his benefit #I just want to fast forward to when we have a good established medication plan

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 1 year

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Writing prompt! Ravonna with 22: wildflowers?

Thank you so much, anon my beloved!! <3

Prompt is from this post, these are incredibly fun and now my fave ask game!

Also this is very out-of-context from my fic, but could very well happen later on hahah, I actually know exactly at which point in wygtya it may happen! And it's from a time in my fic which I am most excited to write about!! I felt very immersed because I did my research in alchemy while eating some of the best French cheese from Lidl that I’ve ever had while writing this!

~Wildflowers~

Despite all the mudcrabs, horkers and swamps, Hjaalmarch had its beauties. The sun has set, giving everything a gorgeous, cold purple colour.

“Right, so, according to my map, the next inn is here, which means…” Ravonna says, thoughtful and a bit disappointed.

“There’s no way we’ll arrive there before dawn.” Miraak finishes her sentence. “And it would prolong our journey by at least six hours, by my calculations.”

“By my calculations…” Ravonna says mockingly, gesturing with both her hands, making him laugh. “We should make camp here then, get a few hours of sleep each. Then get going at dawn. She goes straight to a small flower bed and plops down near it, opening the food knapsack.

“I suppose you don’t want to help with setting up the tent?” Miraak says with his hands on his hips, looking down at her.

“No use in trying to make camp with an empty stomach. Believe me, I speak from experience. Come on, we have cheese and … bread. Yeah, that’s kind of it. I’m so bad at packing food. Gods.”

“Ah, don’t worry too much. Cheese and bread are good.” He says, carefully sitting down opposite her and preparing the mini-picnic, if one could call it that. “And we’ve got mead!”

“Aye, we’ve got 5 of ‘em. So we either share one or fight to the death for it.” She jokes, making him laugh again. He is wonderful like this. She wishes he’d be like this all the time. Despite the horrors they went through in the last few days, they can still banter and joke around. And yet, something has shifted in the atmosphere. She is not sure whether it is because it’s only the two of them now, or more than that. Yes, near death experiences bring people closer, but she cannot stop thinking about that hug. And how perfect it felt. Her mind is clouded by thoughts of him and she loves it and hates it at the same time.

“I choose peace. Suits us better.”

“I suppose it does. I’ll drink to that.”

“You’ll drink to anything!” He laughs.

“It’s my catchphrase. Might as well actually do it.” She takes a bite out of her cheese sandwich and wrinkles her nose. “Gods, it’s so dry!” she whines.

“What are these flowers?” Miraak tilts his head and inspects the flowers around them.

“Wildflowers, I suppose?” She swallows hard. “Because they’re flowers and grow in the wild? I don’t know, I’m not good at identifying flowers…”

“Wildflowers… No, that actually makes sense. Let me see.” he says, picking up one flower and smelling it, inspecting it, and then, much to Ravonna’s horror, eating it.

“What on Nirn?!”

“Mmmh, feels nice. I believe it’s restore health!”

“It’s… what?”

“Wait, no. Let me make sure.” And as if Ravonna couldn’t be more horrified, he takes his dagger and makes a small cut on his finger and eats another one. And as if by some miracle, the small wound heals itself. “Yeah. Restore health. Well, in my defense, as a healer, I never needed to make restore health potions.”

“You mean to tell me,” she sits more straight from the sheer shock, “that this is how alchemy works?”

“How else am I supposed to know the effect of an ingredient?”

“Oh, I don’t know, read a fucking book on it?”

“We didn’t have books about this in Atmora…”

“Oh, right.” She says, as realization dawns on her. “You mean to tell me that you’ve eaten a giant’s fucking toe?”

“Um, now that you say it out loud, it does sound a bit weird…”

“A BIT?!”

“Look, it had to be done! I couldn’t just mix every random item they gave me and make a potion. I mean I could, but that could be a deadly potion. Eating elements and ingredients directly only gives you a small fragment of the effect, as opposed to getting the effect in full once it’s within a potion.”

“What’d it taste like?”

“Tasted like a giant’s toe! Salty and… chewy… And the effect made me more tired, but stronger. Meaning the effect is that of damage to stamina, while fortifying health and strength.”

“So… eating giant’s toes is a good thing? Hmm, maybe it’s considered a delicacy in other cultures. Like altmer and their snails!”

“Can we just go back and talk about the flowers? Here, try one.” He picks one for her.

“Y’know, in any other context, I would think of this as a thoughtful gift, but this… I don’t know how I’m feeling about this.”

“It’s literally good for your health. And the taste’s nice. Flowery.”

“Flowery… what does that even mean?”

“Try it and find out.”

“No but, what if this one has a different effect?”

“You’re scared?”

“I’m not scared! I’m cautious. There’s a difference.”

“All flowers of the same type have the same effect. I promise.”

“Whatever, it’s just a flower. I’m sure I’ve eaten worse…” she says, taking the flower and adding it to her sandwich. “Cheers.” She says, taking a big bite and chewing as quickly as possible with her eyes shut. It’s actually quite nice. And it even completes the sandwich beautifully.

“Well?”

“I hate to admit, but it’s actually really good. Reinvigorating. Works with the cheese like a charm!”

“It does, doesn’t it?” He smiles. “I’m thinking of making more food with good alchemy ingredients in it. Spice things up, if you will.”

“If I find a giant’s toe in my food I’m calling our truce off and fight you then and there!” She points a finger really close to his face, resisting the urge to just poke him.

“No toes, I promise! Just flowers and fire salts!”

“Okay, that could work. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but now I’m excited for the next time you’ll cook.”

“Maybe they’ll have a kitchen on the ship.”

“We’ll see.” Ravonna says, not able to contain her smile. She’s not only excited for his cooking, she’s excited about going to High Rock. She’s excited about being at sea again and singing with the sailors and going back to that fishing port again. It’s been too long since she’s been there and the memories are always fond. And mostly, she’s excited to find Hjaldir. To see him again. To hug him and to tell him everything. To reunite. And she gets to do all these with Miraak by her side, who has grown more and more dear in her eyes and in her heart. Yes, the world is threatened by dragons and apocalyptic prophecies, but she wouldn’t change what she has right now for anything.

#is this silly little ficlet one of my favourite writings of mine? Absolutely #thank you so much for this! I had so much fun with it #ask game #wygtya stuff #skyrim fanfiction #miraak x ldb #miraak x dragonborn #skyrim oc #ldb oc #oc: ravonna #miraak #skyrim #tesblr

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raviliuz · 1 year

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Really random nice Marcus piece

Because it's this blog's 3rd bday and I thought I should post something

It wasn't the best day for Marcus. He slept in and didn't eat any breakfast. He was hungry, his head started pounding because of it and he couldn't take his ADHD meds on empty stomach.

After his second lesson, he finally had a longer break. He automatically headed to the kitchens. Marcus tickled the pear and entered.

"Good morning" he greeted with elves "Sorry for being a burden, but could you make me something to eat? I didn't eat breakfast".

Marcus felt awful for adding more work to the house elves who were always busy, even without his stupid breakfast. He learnt to really appreciate their work and be grateful even though his parents always said they were slaves made for that.

"Of course, Marcus sir" elves answered in agreement "What would you like?"

"Something fast, a sandwich would be good, don't want to waste your time".

They started working and Marcus went further into the kitchen and found Oliver Wood, sitting calmly on the floor.

"Oh, hey, Wood" Flint muttered, feeling too bad for any teasing.

Wood looked surprised. He needed some time alone from the crowd and he always found kitchens calming in its mechanical business.

Marcus sat next to him.

"You look bad, man" Oliver said unsurely.

It made Flint laugh dryly.

"You know how to flatter a man".

Oliver turned red. He hated that, he was extremely expressive, every emotion quickly showing on his face. When he was angry, he looked like puffed up cat.

"I meant it in "you look bad, are you okay" way".

Marcus couldn't lie, he was surprised that Oliver cared, or at least was bothered enough to pretend he did.

"I'm hungry, my head is killing me and I'm twitchy 'cuz I couldn't take my meds. Life is awful."

"Meds?" Oliver asked, truly curious.

"I have ADHD, was actually diagnosed during holidays" he explained "I have to take my meds right after breakfast but I was too late for that so..."

Their, surprisingly civil, conversation was interrupted by a house elf, Marcus was almost sure it was Vekey.

"I have your food, Marcus sir".

Marcus stopped correcting them to not call him sir as it didn't work.

What Vekey brought definitely didn't look like a simple sandwich. Twelve carrot cupcakes stood on a plate like a pyramid.

"Sir Marcus is nice, sir Marcus deserves his favorites" Vekey explained with a huge grin, making Flint blush.

"Thank you all so much. You all are too nice."

The house elf left and Flint put the plate in between them, waving to Oliver to eat.

"You are really kind to the house elves" Oliver pointed out.

"You sound surprised. It's human decency".

"Well, yeah" Wood scratched his head awkwardly and took one cupcake "Kinda expected you to treat them like slaves".

Marcus understood that and respected the truthfulness but Oliver explained further as if afraid he would be misunderstood.

"I mean, that's how I would guess your parents raised you, you dirty pureblood".

Dirty pureblood was a laughable insult in Marcus' opinion.

"Honestly, they did. But I'm kind since I was like ten and Terence screamed at me for a good half an hour for not saying "thank you"" Marcus laughed.

Oliver had no idea Flint and Higgs knew each other before Hogwarts. He was just about to answer when Marcus continued quieter.

"Then my parents screamed at me for an hour or so for treating them like we are equal" he admitted bitterly "But..." he wasn't sure if he should continue, but after Oliver's soft interested gaze, he did "Terence's opinion matters more. Always have."

Oliver observed as Marcus took a small container from his pocket and took one pill. He swallowed it and took another cupcake.

"Don't want to be nosy but your family seems kinda awful."

"That's fundamentally not true".

Marcus protested and Oliver was sure he would get mad for insulting his family. But Marcus finished :

"I got disowned so I don't have a family to be bad."

Wood couldn't help but burst out laughing. He felt kinda bad, laughing at 17 years old getting disowned by his family. But he explained to himself that Flint made the joke himself, it was okay.

"That's kinda awful" Oliver just said after a while.

"Nah, I'm good" Marcus shrugged "The least toxic people in your life, the better you're doing, you know?"

They finished the cupcakes and Marcus' hunger and headache faded. He stood up.

"Bye," Flint said simply but decided to add "It was actually really nice to be civil with you ."

#harry potter #slytherin quidditch #slytherin quidditch team #marcus flint #flintwood #slytherins #slytherin #marcus flint x oliver wood #oliver wood #gryffindor quidditch team #gryffindors

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lordadmiralfarsight · 10 months

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Cultural christianity, and what it can look like

I often-ish see people get all upset and angry when cultural christianity is brought up, taking it as an insult. Most likely, they feel insulted because of past trauma related to abusive behaviour in the sect of christianity they were raised in. That, or they have delusions of grandeur about how rational and special and immune to religion they are and how dare people assume their perfect rational minds are affected in any way? (Don't worry, it's OK, I went through that phase too when I was a teen).

First off, I live in France, a country that has historically been rather Christian, Catholic to be exact, and only fairly recently moved towards more secular structures. Yes, a century since the law on secularism is a short time for a nation. Debate is still raging on what form that secularism should take, and talking about that debate would be a whole other post.

I was raised in a rather atheist familly, due in part to religious trauma in both my parents (even if they wouldn't necessarily think of it that way). My interactions with Catholicism have been limited to visiting churches for the art and stained glasses, a baptism I do not remember (due to being a baby at the time) and a handful of funerals. And I am going to supply you with an exemple of cultural christianity : last Saturday, I had a Catholic moment.

This was fairly topical, one could say, as I was going to visit the Mont Saint-Michel (very pretty, breathtaking vistas, strong recommend). I stopped at a supermarket to buy food for the road, and for the visit, one does need energy to climb up and down repeatedly on that rock, and everything costs an arm, a leg and the soul of your firstborn over there (or lots of money, if you're boring). I see a homeless person sitting outside, quietly hoping people give him some money. I walk along, awkward because I don't have money and I'd rather not have to tell someone "sorry, I can't help you, I don't have cash". I think this is bad, and resolve to buy him a sandwich, which I do. I also give him the sandwich, because just buying it on its own really isn't enough, the man can't eat his sandwich if I drive off with it, really defeats the purpose of the act.

Anyway. I sit down in my car, and have idle thoughts about how maybe that'll help me get the job I recently applied to and ... the Catholic Moment begins. Why am I hoping that? What can that realistically do? Did I give that man a sadnwich for selfish, supersititious reasons? Why would I "taint" this act of kindness with that superstition I don't even believe in?

And then the Catholic Moment ends. And I reassert reality. The guy doesn't care what was going on in my head when I bought and gave him a sandwich, he cares that he has a sandwich. He was smiling, thanked me and said it was nice. Who cares what was going on upstairs, I still gave him the damn sandwich. It's still an improvement in his life, however small. And it's OK to have idle thoughts about that kind of small hope, who cares so long as I don't try to force that on other people. And if it motivates other people to help someone, all the better. That act isn't tainted just because I thought the "wrong thoughts". The dude has his sandwich.

And that is cultural Christianity. I am an atheist, mostly by lack of care about spirituality, but still. But I was raised in a society that is still largely Catholic shaped. My parents were raised as Catholics and broke away later. My grandparents were Catholics. Their own parents were too. And looking back, a lot of my ancestors were more on the poor side of things, which made them even more Catholic.

That doesn't make me evil or bad or wrong. That just means my social and cultural software is cross-shaped due to centuries of previous updates being cross-shaped. And removing bits and bobs from it, and adding a few more, isn't going to change that. I just need to keep that in mind, so I can use that software in a way that takes into account people with non-cross-shaped software, and make sure I don't react in ways that hurt them.

The societies and cultures we live in were built over centuries or millenia, and are marked by our ancestors and what they believe in. You can break some walls, put in bigger windows and change the drapes, it's still the same building, and the crosses scratched into the mortar haven't gone away. But those crosses aren't stopping you from being more open, more friendly to other people. They don't stop people with software that isn't cross-shaped to set up their room as they please.

Just because you live in a building with crosses scratched into the mortar and the bricks, just because those crosses have been scratched into your brain by familliarity and repeatedly being seen, it doesn't make you evil, it doesn't make you wrong. It just means you've grown in there, and you may need to keep that in mind, to make sure those crosses scratched into your brain don't end up hurting someone or blinding you to someone's hurt.

Where you come from, where you grew up, doesn't reduce your worth as a human, and it's OK to carry on stuff from there. We all do. It's not a moral failing. All we're saying, is to take a good look at what those bits do to you, how they motivate your actions, and most importantly, when they tell you not to listen to others.

One of these little brain crosses is telling you that you're right, and everyone that thinks otherwise is wrong, because there is only One Truth, but are you sure you want to listen to that little cross? Are you sure you want to listen to the same little cross that caused your friend, parent, trusted adult figure, to hurt you and refuse to listen to you? Isn't it worth a go to listen to people whose software isn't cross-shaped, and try to understand where they come from?

It's not easy, I'm not going to lie. @athingofvikings can tell you, I stumbled a fair few times, in parts because he is litterally the first Jewish person I actually talked to. But he is a friend, a dear one, and I feel blessed to have met him and become his friend. I stumbled, but I keep my mind open to see my mistakes and correct them, and I do what I can to make sure those brain crosses aren't hurting people, and I got several great friends out of the deal. Imagine the friends you can find, if you just accept them as they are and keep the crosses in check?

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pbandjesse · 10 months

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I am back at camp. And my decision could be more positive I think it works really well today. Very tired right now but I had a really nice. One of the negativity that I had been feeling really transferred over to today. And I start with my boundaries I am setting have been respected. And I'm just feeling pretty good. Also just really excited to close my eyes.

Last night after I finished my post James would finish their podcast and would come give me the biggest hug and it was so nice. We would talk for a really long time and eventually they went to go to pizza and we just sent the night together and it was really really good. I told him about my plan to be more positive and they thought that was a good idea.

When I woke up in the morning James was right there getting ready to leave. They gave me a big hug and then they went to work. I was going to roll over and sleep longer but then I remembered I purposefully parked on the side of the street that we had to move the car by 8:00 a.m. for shoot cleaning or get $100 ticket so that I would force myself to wake up. And, under duress, I got up and got dressed and tried to shake off how tired I was.

It was very hard. I was not feeling 100%. But I really liked my outfit and my hair was doing good things and I was determined to be positive. I'm trying to stop frowning so much. I feel like I've been just frowning a lot and I catch myself doing it and I don't like it. So I am making a big effort to just have a neutral face if I'm not smiling.

I went and got breakfast and that was fine. And I saved my sandwich for lunch which I always think is a pretty good idea. And it was a nice drive. I listen to some music and I beat the drop off line once I got to camp.

I got up here around 8:30 and tidied up a little and put some stuff away. And kind of made a plan for what I was going to do. I had to do some prep work and I wasn't sure if Tatiana was coming. But I wanted to make sure I had stuff done just in case. And I figured when she came she could help me sleep and reset some of the cardboard and things would be productive.

And she would come and she was super helpful. I showed her the other loom and we worked on that for a while. I showed her the tools that you used to move the yarn around and I don't know if she's interested in using it but it was fun to have as an example.

And it would be a really nice day. Our first group was running late. Not shocked. So I was standing outside and I felt like I was very overcaffeinated this morning because I was flitting from one thing to the next. And I told Tatiana I felt like my brain was going a million miles a minute.

I went outside to see if anybody was coming and one of the girl groups was walking past and one of them just said oh my God you're so pretty. And I was like oh my God the first person to tell me that this summer. And the counselor and a couple of the kids go but we all know you're pretty so we don't have to tell you. And I'm like but no one has told me! And it just made me feel so good and when that little girl saw me later she said hello gorgeous. And I was like oh my God thank you so much.

So that brighten my day a lot. And I would have a really nice day. While my first group was late, they did a great job, Jorge was there and he loves arts and crafts so it means all the kids really excited to do arts and crafts. He is color blind so it was very cute when he came in to ask what color the yarn was in his hand. He was looking for red and he was playing with brown. And then he thought one was white it was actually pink. But we eventually figured it out and he was able to make the red white and black flag he wanted to make for the sports team he likes. I forget which one it was. It was soccer. You know, European Football.

I don't go to lunch. Instead I eat my egg sandwich in my outside hammock and read my book. While I was out there I heard voices in the art building and I knew Tati was in here. But it wasn't the group it was Joe and Alexi's dad and two electricians. Because Alexi's dad, Lou, apparently bought a new kiln or was given a kiln? And he wants to put it in the art building so we can do ceramics again. Which would be so cool but Alexi does not think will happen because this building is not insulated for that. It would get so hot in here. And that is correct. That is my concern. I don't know how big the kiln is he's talking about. But it would have to hold a lot of pieces I was assuming. It would be very cool to do though. Maybe sometime in the future.

In the meantime though I talked to Joe about flooding in the building and he has some ideas. He's not too worried about the structural stuff I think but at least we'll get some of the moisture out of here hopefully.

Good afternoon groups were great. The day camp group right after lunch was 15 minutes early again. But they were very chill about it and they took the kids down to the field. And they did a very good job with their little stick of looms that we made. Honestly I don't think the fabric looms work great. I don't know why because the Pinterest moms all said it was such a fun project. But I'm only having day camp one and two do it because I don't think they can handle the other one. The older kids can barely handle it. It's been very mixed. Most, like 99%, of the kids really like this project. It's just a couple that really don't get it or rushed through it because they want to be done cuz they're not interested. Fine I just don't like when they're disrespectful about it. Like I don't accept that everybody will love my projects all the time even if I would love for that to be the case. I just want them have a good time so as long as they tried we can move on. Like one boy absolutely hate leaving. And did not want to do it at all but he tried for a few minutes and then he asked if he can make a drum so I got him a jar and a balloon and we made him a little drum and it was really fun.

Good afternoon actually went really fast. I have my little break and that group right after was stuck it and they came too early and I made them all leave because I said I had 10 more minutes on my break and I wanted them to go away. And Manny was like yep you don't have to explain that to me! And then they ended up being late which I thought was funny. But they were very sweet boys and at first none of them wanted to do anything but then I convinced them all to make bracelets and stuff and a lot of them made things for their girlfriends which I thought was cute. They asked what would be the perfect color to make the bracelets they were going to do and I said it should be your eye color and her eye color and they were like oh my God that's such a good idea! I was like they're going to love it. So I helped a few of them do that. And a couple of them made beaded bracelets. Including one boy who's from the Ukraine and has a very fun accent. He did not love that I called him the Ukrainian child a few times. But I think more because he does not want to be referred to as a child. But they're all children to me.

One of my favorite things right now has been explaining to the kids that my age difference between me and the counselors is more than the ancient between them and the council hurts. And I think that's really funny. It's also fun to tell the kids that James was a few of the counselors counselor back in the day. Like that's my husband. And we're old!

I was happy when the day was over just because I was getting tired. I said goodbye to Tati. Jeff was up here doing service hours and was sorting beads for me. He also wrote his little paper on Bob Ross which had a lot of typos but was solid information. I did not know that Barb Ross was in the army. And was missing a finger on his left hand. So I signed off on his service hours and his paper and I went to go take a shower.

I actually kind of wish I had brought my bathing suit down so I'm going to start keeping my bathing suit in my shower bag. Because when I got down there the water was so warm and it was so nice. I was standing in the shallow end in my skirt for a little while just enjoying it and then I went and sat with Chloe who had her legs in the water. The horse girls were swimming and getting ready for pool canoes. The little girls that were there were all very concerned about my skirt getting wet but I kept telling him it's fine guys it's fine. I'm about to get changed. And after we sat and talked for a while I would go take my shower and I did not smell like metal this time. So I'm pretty happy about that. But I think I am going to stop somewhere this weekend and get a new lotion. Something that smells nice like a fruit. I usually go body shop but it's so expensive. We'll see what happens.

I would take a walk around camp at one point. I heard Ty wasn't here because something was going on. So I was going to walk over to homestead. I stopped at nature first and said hello to Celia. She was working on creating a new enclosure for Samson the box turtle. And then I went over to see the homestead animals. I also texted Ty to check in to make sure he was okay. And I made friends with the goats. I had tried to get them to come over to me but they wouldn't and then when I walked away they started bleating So I walked back and then they wanted to chew on my skirt and sniff me and stuff and I was like oh my God are we friends now?? It was great.

And it would be a really nice afternoon. I would read for a while and hang out and eventually CJ came and chilled with me. I had a little snack before dinner. And then me and her walked over to dinner itself to get ready and it was a really good dinner.

We had spaghetti. There was no meat sauce. I got to have breadsticks and broccoli. I wanted to have three breadsticks but honestly two was too many. But I was having the best time. And my friends were there and everything was great. And then I heard there was Kona ice coming too and so I was like oh my God we need to go get that. So we jokingly all said that we had to go check on the quality of the Kona ice which is why we had to go get it right now. So me CJ and Celia walked across the field to go bother the Kona Iceman.

We chatted with him for a while and we all got our little treats. And then me and Celia went back to nature so that she could show me Samson's new enclosure and when we got there we didn't see him because it turns out he is so happy for the very first time he has enough substrate and space to bury himself. And so he dug a little hole and buried himself in his new substrate. What a difference 6 in in width will make on a tank for this little turtle. And so we sat and we were just so thrilled that he has so much more space. And then we discussed ways that we can try to improve his enclosure and the snakes enclosure. Just make them a little bit better. I'm going to check to see at home if I have expandable foam and if not we might make a plan on trying to make some kind of rockscape in the back using some that we can pick up from somewhere. But it was just really nice sitting in there and we talked about him a whole bunch of stuff. Including all of my weird medical things. And then Josephine enjoyed us and we all chilled for a while until it was time to go and put the birdies to bed.

We got in the bird enclosure and immediately I grabbed the dog. Which isn't very weird thing to hold. And he did not love it. But we got him in the enclosure and then I grabbed the chicken, Grandma, and then we had to get the two little chicken. And they were much harder to catch because they were faster. But humans are pursuit predators so it was not a big deal we just kept following them until we cornered them were able to catch them. It was really fun to know I was having a great time but I was getting a little sweaty and I was ready to go and lay down.

Celia went home and Josephine and me walked to the museum to use the bathroom. And then she tried to convince me to come to skip tonight but I was not having it. I have eaten way too much food and I was ready to go lay down. I talked to Cody for a few minutes and then told Josephine about the movie The Newsies because we were looking at a sign about Santa Fe. And then I came back up here. Which is where I have been for most of the last hour. I did walk down to the field for a little while to watch the fireflies but I am very very tired and I am ready to just be chill.

Tomorrow is the last day of the first session of camp! And the end of the second week. I love camp and I'm glad that today really felt more normal. Things didn't feel as heavy and bad and people were being more respectful and I just felt more myself. It was really good.

Tomorrow I have my last groups and fingers crossed me and a couple of the kids from teepees will get to practice with the metal casting. Hopefully I don't hurt myself or anybody else. We'll see what happens there. But I hope it's a really good day and I hope you guys sleep well tonight. Send me the vibes that I can fall asleep easy and then no beetles attack me. Good night everybody.

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