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leslutdepointedulac · 1 month

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*crashes through your door like big bird*

🗿 give us the rundown on how you got here! which was the first vc book you ever read? what made you decide to seek out vc fandom on tumblr?

Okay, buckle up ya'll because this is a decently long story.

So I would argue it actually started waaaayy back when I was a wee child, say about 6-7ish maybe. I would see the IWTV film on TV all the time and me being obsessed with vampires, I really wanted to watch it. Idk how I knew but somehow I had the knowledge that it was a very famous vampire story with queer characters and that it was supposed to be really good, so naturally I was like "I wanna watch that!" But my parents wouldn't let me because it's an 18 and I was a child (not that this stopped me fr begging them though lmao). This happened several times throughout my childhood and each time my parents would be like "No you're too young, you can watch it when you're older."

Skip to when I was around 15 I think, and I had this friend in school whose house I went to quite often. I was round for a sleepover one time and they told me there was this film with a banging soundtrack they wanted to show me. That film was QOTD. We watched it and I thought it was pretty decent (fyi I can't stand that film now, but the soundtrack still slaps. And Akasha! Aaliyah absolutely killed it!). When I went home the next day I told my parents what I had done at my friend's house, and that we had watched QOTD and they were like "Oh, the sequal to IWTV". Now bear in mind, I'd forgotten all about IWTV by this point and then it all came back to me and I was like "Omg no way!"

However, I still didn't watch IWTV and I forgot about it all over again. Until 2 years ago. I for the life of me cannot remember how or why I suddenly remembered it at the time, but I was chilling in bed and it came to me. So I found IWTV and watched it for the first time in my life (I was 19 at this point) and lemme tell you. It was worth waiting 19 years of my life. I loved it and thought how it was insane I'd only just now seen it, but better late than never.

Then I forgot about it again lmao. Until the 3rd November 2022. I remembered (again, idk how or why) that I had heard about an IWTV TV show so I found it and watched it and I thought "huh, that was pretty good. I like this!" And so I became obsessed.

Then I decided I wanted to read the books so in December of 2022 I bought IWTV, TVL and QOTD (it's all three in one book) and I started reading the series from the very beginning. I got even more obsessed and kept buying the series until I had them all and read through the whole thing.

In February on 2023 I joined tumblr for the VC fandom, because I had seen VCblr posts on Pinterest and thought it looked fun, so naturally I joined in.

And that more or less takes us up to now really lol. I'm still here and even more obsessed than ever. My obsession is primarily on the books since I read them. I kinda moved from the show to the books but I still have a deep appreciation for the show because that's what brought me here to the fandom in the first place. (And I still love the film too.)

I also recently, in the past couple of months, made friends with a group of people here in the fandom and I'm so glad to know them and be friends with them (including you, of course @hekateinhell 💖). I've been in many fandoms before this one, but this is the first one I've been so active in and the first one I've made friends in. I love ya'll, and I love talking to you all 🥰💕💕

Anyway, it's a long story as to how I got here 😅 It's like these vampires have always been in my life in one way or another.

Sorry this was such a ramble but yeah. There's practically my whole VC life story 😂

#thank you for the ask!#vampire chronicles #tvc #ask game #ask and you will be answered

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4trackcassette · 10 months

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"This is a song about -- now let me say this, before I wanted to play the guitar, there was only one other thing I wanted to be: a lover (no, I'm kidding). Nah, I wanted to be a baseball player. And in my younger years, I concentrated very hard on this. Beginning when I was about 7 years old, I joined the Freehold New Jersey Colonial League. There's my teammates now! Hello. And then, I joined a little league. And then, when I got around high school age, I joined the Babe Ruth league. I was doing better! I only had one problem: Couldn't hit, couldn't throw, and couldn't catch. But I wasn't going to let those details stop me! Around 15, I got interested in a couple of other things, and one of them was the guitar. So, it was about that time when I was starting to do, like on Friday and Saturday nights, I'd do gigs with my band. And the baseball games were during the week, so they didn't get in each others way too much. But this one week, we had a rainout game and they rescheduled it for 8:30 Saturday morning. That's early for me. So, the night before I did a show, came home, got in bed about 4am, and then around 7:30, I heard that knock on my door. Heard some guys from my team. I told my mother, look, go down there and tell them that I'm sick, that I can't make the game, alright. So, she went down and she told em, nah he's too sick, he can't come, and they went away. And then about 20 minutes later they came back. I heard them saying "Oh Mrs. Springsteen, please, we only got 8 guys, and if Bruce don't come, we're gonna forfeit the game and it's gonna be the end of the season." All this stuff, right. So I'm laying in bed, I'm dying, like I hear em coming up the stairs. I'm laying in my bed. Now, I always sleep with my guitar. It bothers my girlfriends a little bit, but they get used to it. It's like, now I gotta make believe that I really am sick, so I'm like "ahem ahem," I'm making all these sick noises. And they come up and they're begging me and stuff. So finally -- I'm one of those people who can't say no, if you bother me enough, I say yes to anything. And so, I get on my suit and get out in right field, my head hurts ad it's early and I'm standing out there and I'm praying that nothing comes my way, and eight innings go by, I'm doing fine. And then right there, at the bottom of the eighth, with the score tied, all of a sudden. "Pshew!" "I got it, I got it!" The agony of defeat. Anyway, that's when I hung up my baseball cleats and decided to dedicate my life to rock 'n roll. But the other night I was out in this bar, and I met this guy, and he started telling me all about the glory days. In the end, they don't last...."

#bruce springsteen #bruce...#tunes #Spotify

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bridgeportbritt · 1 year

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15 OC Questions

I was tagged by Amber Theresa Montgomery also known as @ardeney-sims and I'm going follow her lead and two characters - Bria and Diana. Your favorite OCs! Just not told as if they are in the same room as creatively as Amber did lol but told based on where they are today.

Are you named after anyone?

Bria: Nope. My parents just liked the name Bria. I don't even have a middle name.

Diana: My middle name is Ophelia which was my grandmother's name.

When was the last time you cried?

Bria: I seem to be doing a lot of that these days...

Diana: I've been crying a lot more lately thanks to hormones, but nothing I can't handle.

Do you have kids?

Bria: Yes. My four babies keep me going.

Diana: Yes, a beautiful baby boy named Parker and one on the way.

Do you use sarcasm?

Bria: Not really unless I'm frustrated.

Diana: No.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Bria: As a... former stylist, I always notice the outfit first. People tell you a lot about them by the clothes they wear.

Diana: I notice their eyes and smile.

What's your eye color?

Bria: Dark Brown.

Diana: I have a hazel eye color that runs in the family.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Bria: I love a good happy ending. I don't care much for scary movies.

Diana: Definitely a happy ending, but if the story is good, I'd watch the scary movie with my eyes closed.

Any special talents?

Bria: Most people don't know that I'm a pretty good painter. As a fashion designer, making sketches of your ideas is important. That's where it all started.

Diana: I used to take piano, violin, and even harp lessons. I wouldn't say I'm talented, but with some practice, I might be able to recall some things.

Where were you born?

Bria: San Myshuno, Simerica.

Diana: Sage, SimDonia.

What are your hobbies?

Bria: I really only have time for my kids, but when I'm traveling without them, I might go shopping. I also love working out.

Diana: Mainly reading. I used to ride horses before we got rid of the stables. I've been thinking of taking it up again.

Have you any pets?

Bria: Well, my sons cat is living with us while here's here, but I'm not a pet person, so he'll be leaving with Grayson.

Diana: No, but I'm open to one. Maybe Parker will one day beg for a puppy.

What sports do you play/have played?

Bria: No, sports but I do like watching Kingball.

Diana: I have not played any sports.

How tall are you?

Bria: 5'8"

Diana: 5'9"

Favorite subject in school?

Bria: Probably lunch.

Diana: Definitely History.

Dream job?

Bria: I thought I was doing my dream job. Now? I'm not sure.

Diana: I think I would love teaching history either to middle schoolers of as a professor.

Pretty sure everyone I know has been tagged! But just in case, I tag @ellemant @renaldiroyals @simswhitehouse @crownsofesha @houseoflennoxx @armoricaroyalty @nexility-sims @whitmoreroyals @trentonsimblr

#thanks for the tag #tags #I can feel Bria's sadness #Now i need to build some stables lol

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willows-landfill-of-things · 1 year

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Jackie And Jeremy's Childhood (Headcanon Form)

Hello! Here's to my first post about the twins! This was written in point form, rather than actually written, so it just tells the events of how they lived with their family.

I will be actually writing these as short fics rather than just points, so if you would prefer that without any spoilers, I'd suggest not looking at this post. However if you are fine with it, go ahead!

I will provide some background info as well. I apologize for any errors, I am not American myself so their neighbourhood is described very briefly as of now.

Thank you! Let's start

TW: Mentions of Blood, violence, poverty, fighting, abusive relationships, and death.

Extra Information:

In this AU, I've named all the Ports siblings J names, due to a friend's suggestion, and because in the TF2 Universe, it would make sense to me lol

Scout's Ma is called Melissa, Melissa Ports. The Ports brothers are named as such

Johnathan Ports (Born 1933)

Josiah Ports (Born 1936)

Jacob Ports (Born Spring 1938)

Joshua Ports (Born Winter 1938)

Jasper Ports (Born 1940)

James Ports, (Born 1941)

Jesse Ports (Born 1942)

Only Joshua, Jasper, and James are Melissa's actual children. The rest were either street kids she found or kids orphaned in the war.

Basically, most of what we know of Scout's relationship with his brothers still stands here.

Jackie and Jeremy’s Childhood:

The twins were born Spring of 1945, in Boston, Massachusetts. They lived in a small family home in a poor and old neighbourhood. Their home had three bedrooms, which all the kids shared.

The kids had a family dog named Russell, a street mutt they took in one day after they begged their mom to keep it. He lived quite a life, from when the twins were 4 until they were 15.

Being the youngest of the family, they were definitely teased a lot by their older brothers, and while Jeremy would be one to run after them to join their fights, they usually didn’t allow Jackie to join.

They were very protective of their little sister.

As a kid, Jackie loved movies, and Johnathan would often sneak both of the twins into theatres to let them watch screenings. She was definitely a big fan of Disney movies. Jeremy meanwhile liked to watch action-packed cartoons of the time instead.

The twins had a comic series as kids, about two superheroes. Jackie would think of the ideas, and Jeremy would draw them. Tying blankets around their necks, they would pretend to be these heroes.

The streets were their second home, where the kids learned to run and fight. Essentially, Jackie was one of the boys, and her brothers often brought her along to teach her (yet only to watch, she wasn't allowed to participate). They thought that in the dangerous neighbourhood they lived in, she should learn.

Jackie wasn’t as fast as her twin, and while she loved to race him, she never won. Jeremy would still tease her about it to this day.

Jackie would dress in a more boyish fashion as a young kid, and the twins always seemed to have dirt and scratches on them every time they came home.

Wherever one went, the other followed. The twins were practically inseparable.

When the two started school, Jackie was well on her studies, while Jeremy had more trouble. Jackie would often help him out to the best of her ability.

When he couldn’t read, she would read him stories. It was a shock to their mother one day when Jackie told her she could read her own bedtime stories now.

Speaking of books, they were often brought home from the oldest two. Where they got them was a mystery.

The kids didn’t always have new clothes. Hand-me-downs were very common in the family, and Jackie was not excluded. Her clothing was often from the neighbour’s daughter.

Oh, but they all had home knit sweaters for Christmas.

Jeremy was a big fan of baseball, and loved to play with his brothers. Jackie didn’t really like playing, and she often got jealous when Jeremy didn’t want to play with her. It was after a talk with her mom when she was 7 that the twins started giving each other some space.

Jeremy often doodled, and he taught Jackie how to draw

As she entered her teen years, Jackie started dressing more feminine. She didn’t often hang out with her brothers, and was closer with her mother at home.

She wasn’t exactly a beauty, but she was somewhat popular at school.

Though her brothers didn’t allow any trouble to her from any guy. They were ready to beat up any who wronged her.

As each sibling started to leave home after getting married, the house started to change. It started first with Johnathan when the twins were 10, and then it slowly continued with the others. By the time the twins were 17, they were the only ones left. Of course, their ma was affected by this empty nest, but the twins were always there for her.

Starting in high school, she met a guy named Dante Miller, with whom she started a relationship. Things were okay at first, but as time went on, Dante started showing his true colours, and was often abusive and very mean to Jacqueline.

This resulted in Jackie having trouble with relationships in the future, and being uncomfortable with touch.

The couple were together for 2 years, until one day Jeremy, Jesse and James caught him one night, and decided to go at him. Of course, his friends backed him up, and a big fight erupted. Jackie joined in, and everyone was fighting with each other, using fists, rocks, whatever was around. Yet suddenly, things escalated too far, and a gun was fired. Everyone ran off, afraid of police involvement. Jackie went back for her jacket, and that's when she saw it. James was shot. She ran to his side, holding his hand and trying to comfort him, tears forming in her eyes. Law enforcers found her, and she was locked up overnight. She spent the whole time screaming and sobbing, punching at the wars until her hands were bloody. It was early the next morning when her mother picked her up from jail. Furious and distraught by her brother’s death, she found Dante, and silently in an alleyway, attacked him. The two were already weak from last night’s fight, yet fueled by rage, she beat at him, punch after punch after punch. When he raised a weak arm, she started to sob, as she lay beside him. She couldn’t kill him. It wouldn’t bring back James.

The funeral happened a week later, secretly funded by Spy. All the remaining brothers reunited to join. Jackie couldn’t even speak. She felt so ashamed, believing it was her fault.

She dropped out of high school, feeling miserable. Jeremy would do the same a month later, as he was already struggling with it. The two were 16 when this happened.

They would find small jobs to sustain them, and sometimes dapple into criminal acts. Of course, their mother knew. She was a former spy, who was in a relationship with a spy, there was no way she wouldn’t catch on before they told her.

The twins were scared to disappoint her mother, after all she did for them. They promised to stay good.

And good they did not stay.

After becoming mercenaries for Mann Co, they moved out. Their mother, however, supported them regardless. She wasn’t happy, but she would always be there for the two.

She felt a bit more relieved when she found out Spy worked there as well.

She also missed them dearly. The house was too quiet the day they left for New Mexico.

Thank you so much! I know it was a rollercoaster for sure, and yeah.

I really don't know how to close off stuff..

#tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 oc #tf2 x oc

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ink-fireplace-coffee · 1 year

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x questions, y people

tagged by @iwrotemyowndeliverancesblog and @sleepyowlwrites Thanks!!

ooh boy, let's get into it cause there are a lot of questions haha

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1 - do you prefer owls capybaras, or flamingos?

i'm going with capybaras. just the cutests biggest rodent there is<3

2 - what is your favorite soup?

my mom does this white asparragus soup that i love so probably that! Salmorejo as well.

3 - what is your favorite rock?

I'm with Sleepy on opals

4 - choose a familiar:

black cat. classic and gives me the ultimate big sister witch vibes.

5 - which planet do you feel would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

i'm going with netpune. or mercury.

6 - if you were a worm would you love me?

wait, but if I were a worm, would I keep my human conscience? would I wonder about existensialism and the short short life ahead of me? would I be my own conscience trapped inside the body of a worm?

7 - least favorite type of clothing?

puffy sleeves.... I like them on other people but get them away from me.

8 - you are now in a horror movie-so sorry. chance of survival?

oh I'm the horror part of the movie, don't worry about it :)

9 - would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache or the ability to talk to vegetables?

why would I need a mustache? and like I don't want to hear screams of agony and begs whenever I'm making a soup or something. So neither.

10 - what do you think of whales?

love them, deserve the best.

11 - are you named after anyone?

my mom, my grandma and my great grandmother. Fourth gen of Carmen's.

12 - when was the last time you cried?

like today cause I feel awful after my shot.

13 - do you have kids?

no, but i've adopted like five chaotic gremlins so now I'm an older sister of more people i'd say.

14 - do you use sarcasm a lot?

noooo me? neverrrr 🙄

15 - what's the first thing you notice about people?

their face. but more specifically their expression. I need to know what they think of me at all times or I'll die.

16 - what's your eye color?

okay wow that's a hard one. So i can say blueish grey with orange in the inside, but one of my eyes is more greenish grey so

17 - scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings. Maybe if I'm always around them I can find one for myselfl

18 - any special talents?

i like backing to destress and i've been told to be good at giving advice.

19 - where were you born?

at the hospital, luckily.

20 - what are your hobbies?

reading, writing, knitting and crocheting, drawing, fencing, baking and cooking and cross stiching.

21 - have you any pets?

a dog and two birds.

22 - what sports do you play/have played?

okay let's look over the extensive list: tennis, paddle, horse riding, basketball, hockey, swimming, ballet, flamenco, volleyball, badmington and fencing.

23 - how tall are you?

159 cms/ 5'2 inches.

24 - favorite subject in school?

english and history.

25 - dream job?

i'd love to go to a remotely coast english town and open a café that's also a bookstore and be friends with the locals and give them advice over a cup of coffee or inside a note of the book they choose.

26 - what kind of not-usually-classified-as-nice weather do you enjoy, actually?

rainy days. it's a peaceful soundtrack.

27 - if you had to eschew one color from your wardrobe forever, what would it be?

pink. or yellow.

28 - do you have a favorite flower. if you don't know the name you can just describe it. you can google one right now if you don't have an answer.

oh wow is it too basic if i say lylies of the valley?

29 - when you explain stuff to yourself in your head or out loud, do you imagine another person there who's listening, like a character from your current fixation? who's the rubber duck, or is it just you?

it's me talking to myself, there's nobody else

30. what's a candle scent that sums up your vibes? you can invent one.

hmm i'm guessing coffee and something cozy haha

OPEN TAG!!!

#tag games #tagged

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youbrokemedownbutillbuildmeup · 2 years

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to hell and back

I never thought I'd tell this story, but to hell with fear and to hell with all the people who made my life hell. Hopefully my short story will be of some value, to somebody, somewhere.

The day my parents decided to pick up and move their family to another country, they had talked to an organization. I can't help but wonder, why didn't the organization ever consider why this family was leaving their home? Where were they taking young children to and were the kids going to be okay? And once we were there, did the children have the support system they needed to make it through such an intense transition? Therapy, an education, friends, connection to anything that would keep them stable. But they didn't ask and there was no support system, nothing for a 13-year-old girl to hold onto. A 13-year-old girl going through the most difficult transition of her life, oh you thought I was talking about moving to a foreign country? No. I meant puberty. That's right, the family picked up and moved to a foreign country. Did the children being moved across the world have any say in it? No, none. In fact the 13-year-old girl had spent every single day leading up to the move begging her parents not to move. She had told everyone who would listen that she was being taken to this foreign country against her will. She had in fact even told the organization that she was not okay with what was happening to her. They laughed in that little girls face. So many people made the excuse that my parents wouldn't do anything to ever hurt their children and there was nothing to really be worried about. They never took into account that these parents were abusive to their children.

For the first week or two it was a nice break from the bullies I had to deal with back home. But quickly I realized that bad things were happening and I had no voice. By the time I was 15 I stopped pretending. Pretending that my parents cared about me, pretending that I had any say in what was happening to me, pretending that I was getting fed or getting an education. I gave up all hope. I couldn't get out of bed for months at a time due to the fact that I ate the equivalent of 3 meals a week. My bones were sticking out of my body. I would get up for 1 hour a day before I ran out of energy to hold myself up. I was in and out of sleep for 18 hours of the day, and you may wonder why didn't my parents take me to the hospital? Well, my parents became parents because it gave other people a reason to be nice to them. At least people would be nice to them for the sake of their children. But beyond our use as a pretty picture to the public they didn't care what happened to us. So I guess that covers why I wasn't taken to the hospital but there's also how they would go days without seeing me, as I couldn't get out of bed and they couldn't bother to check on me.

When we met up with any people in connection to the organization, my parents would sit there with big grins, laughing and talking about how their children were disappointments. They sat there talking about how they did everything they could and pitying themselves. They talked about how I "didn't want to go to school" and "refused to get out of bed". They talked about how we were so disappointed as they sat there with their big grins. They lied and laughed and joked about us while we sat there in silence and nobody even made eye contact with us for hours on end. Then we would go home and if one of us dared say anything about having to sit still in silence for 8 hours, they would tell us we were terrible and ungrateful children and hit us. My father called me a bitch and punched me when I had tears in my eyes and pointed out that this isn't how parents are supposed to treat their children.

I cried every night wishing I was dead and praying to a God that never listened. So maybe all of this is condensed and maybe I am choosing to leave out some very painful experiences I went through. The many experiences I am choosing to leave out are each as terrible as the last, however due to the fact I am still dealing with so much pain from them, I have no wish to think of them at this moment.

So how did I get out? The fact that I ever did is a miracle in itself. After 7 years of begging my parents to show any compassion and let me leave and it all being denied, my mother finally let go. It was 2 months before my parents had a planned trip to America for fundraising. My mother just said one night, do you want to move to America? I thought she was just tormenting me some more, but I said yes. She said okay pack your bags you're moving in 2 months. I hadn't had any hope in years and had given up on the dream of living long ago, but I packed my bags. My grandma offered to take me in and made sure to do everything in her power to take care of me. At 20 years old I was enrolled in high school thanks to my grandma’s perseverance. That high school gave me confidence and helped me see that I still had a chance at life. My teachers checked in on me everyday and made sure that I knew I could make it no matter how hard it felt. When I was 12 my biggest dream in life was to go to college. When I was 15 my biggest dream was to stay alive and graduate high-school, by 16 I stopped hoping for both. There were two years of pain and hard work but by the second year I even had a little hope. The first year I was in school, I had tutoring everyday after school and worked for my Aunt and Uncle in their office. I was getting 5 hours of sleep each night because I refused to quit studying because I had to succeed. It was all I had. The second year of high-school quarantine hit, and I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle. I met a neighbor who gave me some hope and confidence that I could actually go to college after high-school.

I graduated high-school at 21 and went to college. I succeeded at full-filling my 12 and 15-year-old self's dreams. But I never dreamed again, so what do I do now? I guess my goal is to be safe and find some peace.

#writers #my writing #heartbreak #sad thoughts #painful #numb #heartbroken #finding peace #trying again #fighting for my life #fuck them

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offbookkeeping · 6 months

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29. Reborn in the Fire with Rachel Bloom

Plot Summary:

In a world where sports don't exist and people bet on postal workers and firemen, two teens named Todd and Tyler make illegal bets with a woman named Miss Cassandra who pays people to start fires so she always wins her bets. She reveals that she's been reading everyone's mail in their town so she has blackmail in case her underground betting ring by us discovered. She also reveals that her son was a fireman who was too slow and too compassionate and died saving an orphanage full of children that she know wants to murder to avenge her son. Meanwhile orphans Podrick and Jezebelle are told they have a visitor who isn't their mom but is someone's mom. It turns out to be Miss Cassandra. They read her a poem and show her drawings they've done of her son. Jezebelle goes through her wallet and finds a card for a free sandwich at subway and they beg her to take them. She takes them and they get a sandwich of diamonds and fish. Katie and Tyler talk about going to upside down thailand except they don't really talk because Katie can't speak. During the song Katie gains the ability to talk and tells Tyler that Miss Cassandra punched her in the throat and that she's really evil and because he told her her son is a hero that she's going to kill all the kids and bet against them and take all the money to start an underground football ring. Jezebelle and Podrick are locked in the orphanage as it's lit on fire and Miss Cassandra tries to get revenge but it doesn't go the way she wants because she keeps choking on smoke. She accidentally locks herself in with them and realizes that the firemen won't come in time because she paid them off and she's going to die. She realizes that she needs to adopt those kids instead of killing them. Katie, Todd, and Tyler comes to save them and Katie uses her voice to bust the door down. The group makes a wish on the fire and they go to see Anne Hait's new movie Brigit Jones' Diary and they're all reborn in the fire.

Best Quotes:

(i color coded some of these so they'd make more sense)

• "I had Chief Herndon, Chief Herndon you know?"

• "I pay people around town to start fires so I'll know what'll happen, I am a straight up bad person"

• "It's one thing to bet a little here and there but this lady's starting fires!"

"Tyler to be fair she's paying someone to start fires"

• "Oh the whole town knows about you wanting to go to Northwestern..."

"Shut up shut up shut up!"

"To study blogging"

"Everyone knows that in this universe that Northwestern is the preemptive university to study blogging!"

"That totally tracks since in a different universe they have a great communications AND business school, which is essentially blogging!"

• "Tyler you didn't tell me you got in, I thought I was your best friend!"

• "Oh he got in, I read everyone's mail!"

• "You are a bad person"

• "How many businesses are you involved with??"

• "Oh the mail reading's just for my personal jollies"

• "I know all the dirt in town so that way if anyone finds my underground betting ring I can be like well I read your mail and I found out from your ancestry.com results that you're 15% polish"

• "What happened when he slowed down? Was he safely driving?"

"What the fuck do you think happened??"

• "I'd be your friend even if you didn't get into Brinmar. I mean I would think less of you-"

• "He was a fireman..."

"WOAH"

• "It was a recipe for disaster in a cookbook of deceit"

• "You know what they say about cooking, compassion doesn't live in bread"

• "I can't notice when every woman puts her hands around my little sister's neck Im sorry!"

• "Ever since you started that Tumblr I don't know you anymore"

• "Listen we all love your blog Tom Cruise Ships, you know, cruise ships with photos of Tom Cruise photoshopped onto them"

• "Would everyone shut the fuck up about my cloak??"

Best Songs

• Underground Bettin'

• Recipe for Disaster

• Can We Go To Subway?

• You Can Aim So Much Higher Than Jerry Maguire

Overall Thoughts:

I'm really excited about this one, it's one of my favorites. It has everything! Zach and Jess's little kid voices, Rachel Bloom, confusingly attractive middle aged women who kill orphans, Rachel Bloom's evil woman voice, dead firemen, expensive sanwhiches, a song that's just Tom Cruise references, professional blogging, upside down Thailand, free verse poems written by religious orphans ... All sorts of weird shit. Rachel Bloom's voice in this episode is like femme Laszlo Cravensworth. Jess sings a song about Upsidedown Thailand and Im pretty sure that's a joke she has with herself because I don't get it and no one else seems to either and I love it

#off book ep 29 reborn in the fire with rachel bloom #rachel bloom #crazy ex girlfriend #crazy ex gf #off book podcast #jess mckenna #off book #zach and jess #zach reino #jessica mckenna #zachary reino #play it by ear #z&j

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mymonkeysmycircusx3 · 10 months

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How

Inevitably, when you tell strangers that you are obese (335lbs) and trying to lose weight, the question you get the most is HOW? How did you "allow" yourself to get so big and get into this predicament in the first place?

I was not overweight my whole life. All through elementary and high school I had an "athletic" build. I was a cheerleader, played tennis, got to brown belt in martial arts, loved hiking and swam like a fish....correction...mermaid. I did always have a larger, rounder, "apple bottom" that got me made fun of a lot, but I couldn't help that my spine curves out at the bottom. It's not something you can control, but again, I wasn't overweight in any way. I was 125 soaking wet. Maybe.

I did gain 25lbs through four years of college. I was still active, so I didn't know what was going on. Then I was diagnosed with PCOS and had a cyst that completely covered my right ovary removed. I was told that my hormone imbalance was causing the weight gain.

While about 30lbs overweight, I got pregnant with my oldest. I only gained about 17lbs during that pregnancy and lost it all plus about another 10 afterwards. I was so happy! Then something happened and I started gaining at an alarming weight. I went to the doctor repeatedly, begging for help, and kept being told I just needed to be stricter about what I was eating and that I just needed to diet. I wasn't overeating, though, and they wouldn't listen to me. I gained 125lbs in that ONE year after giving birth. I ate less and less...sometimes only 1,000 calories a day and STILL gained weight and doctors STILL kept telling me to just diet. Sure, they did bloodwork, but insisted it was normal.

Nine years....NINE YEARS....I begged doctors to help. I sat on tables and bawled my eyes out because I absolutely wasn't losing weight no matter what I did AND my arms seemed disproportionately bigger than the rest of me and I hated it. I wasn't gaining any more weight. I just couldn't LOSE it. In this time I also had a bilateral mastectomy and my lymph nodes were damaged on my right side, so I was also dealing with lymphedema.

At this point, I don't even recognize who I am anymore. I hate clothes. I'm just existing. I switched doctors AGAIN, praying for help, and help came. THIS doctor did more than just TSH bloodwork and found that my thyroid was messed up. She noted that my thyroid numbers had been climbing over the years and if anyone would have actually looked at the trend and not just the immediate number, they would have picked up on it. If they had tested anything other than JUST TSH, they would have realized it. She also noted that my BP was always normal before giving birth and had been consistently high ever since. She said I most likely had postpartum hypothyroidism that got worse instead of resolving and postpartum hypertension. She also did an ultrasound on my ovaries, knowing that I have PCOS and found that my left ovary was riddled with cysts, but my right ovary was quite literally twice the size of my left because of the amount of cysts. She said my body had been fighting a hormonal perfect storm. I was started on thyroid meds and lo and behold, within 6 months I had lost 60lbs!!

Then I got pregnant with my twins. Again, I only gained 15lbs. I could barely eat because of their positioning. My doctor doubled my thyroid meds just to offset, knowing how my body is. I had the twins, lost the weight and an additional 15 and then......gained it all plus an additional 30 as my thyroid stopped working AGAIN.

During ALLLLL of this, I'd been having trouble with my back and legs that I'd been consistently being seen about. They weren't finding anything that was causing the pain and kept blaming weight gain. They would acknowledge that my SED rate and CRP were quite high, but insisted they couldn't find a cause. It wasn't until I lost full control of my legs and collapsed and was injured....12 years after my first concerns were raised, that they started REALLY trying to figure it out. Meanwhile, the amount of pain just walking to the bathroom or kitchen is excruciating and my legs were going paralyzed and I was falling constantly. Not being able to be as mobile, I gained about another 20. I now know that I have arachnoiditis (stage 4) and ankylosing spondylitis. I have a wheelchair for when I do activities outside of the house and I made the choice to go with a manual wheelchair so that I could build up my arm strength and still be active.

I was also recently diagnosed with lipedema, so that was just the icing on the cake.

The most annoying part of all of this is that I've met with nutritionists, I've met with bariatric weight loss doctors, and I've done the food journals and everything asked. They all say I'm doing it right. My calories range from 900 to 1800 a day. For someone my weight, they usually start them on diets of 400 calories higher than I take in to start losing weight, but I'm not losing anything.

I've been told that my best bet will be bariatric surgery to restart my system completely and that I will need liposuction for the lipedema as well if I want to lose weight. I also have really bad diastasis recti from the twins. I've been told that I might be able to close some of it, but mine is pretty significant and will also require surgery. Of course, I'm going to have a TON of extra skin, so that's going to have to be something considered later on as well. It's going to cost me a small fortune (because my insurance doesn't even cover it for medical reasons) to get to a point that I feel comfortable in my body and some people might ask if it's even worth it at 42 years old. The answer is YES. Yes, it absolutely is. I have a LOT of life to live and I refuse to give up.

Have a wonderful day and stay blessed.

#weight journey #weight loss #hypothyroidism #pcos women #health journey

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whyispotatoheadalreadytaken · 1 year

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So, I did some writing. And by writing, I mean like 10 pages. I'm not gonna go through all ten pages, and it isn't necessary. And I can't post it anyway cuz the character limit. I made some connections that I'll share, though. Some highlights, if you will. First connection that I made that took me from zero to 180 was when I read the line: it's not worth the risk. That echoed in my brain on repeat, and I eventually got to the thought that I have a core belief that I'm a liability. Which wrecked me for a few reasons. The first is that I felt like I was 15 again, walking down the hallway to Singers and seeing you kiss a boy for the first time, with no regard to how I might feel seeing that freshman year. Then again, when I was a sophomore, just a different boy. As if you were dangling yourself in front of me. I wasn't worth the risk. You chose the safe route because I'm a liability to your future, afterlife, or whatever. I wasn't worth the risk over and over again, but you always came back to me, so I sucked it up and waited. I waited for you to love me the way I loved or wanted to love you. Until waiting didn't matter anymore because of John. I hated him. Not supposed to feel hate either, so I shoved that away too. And here I am, still waiting for that, still pushing my own feelings away if it means keeping you from running away. While sucking it up and never communicating how that made me feel, I was trying to shield you from all of the ugliness that came from those experiences because I wanted to protect you, even from myself. I would be in school, walking down the hallway, and pretending that I was so happy that you had a boy to meet up with. Pretend that I didn't feel betrayed every single time. Pretend I didn't feel abandoned by my best friend and significant other. I never wanted to hurt you by telling you that, so I never did. I'd rather hurt me than hurt you. That is still true, now more than ever. But it was so painful, and you would tell me things like, "yo, I'm gonna go kiss this boy at halftime," even though I begged you not to. I don't know if you remember that, but I do because it's burned into my brain. I have many wonderful, magical memories of us when we were younger burned into my brain, and I hold onto those. Still, I have some awful ones burned in there, ones I've never shared and never planned to because I didn't want to hurt you and would rather forget about them. Those are only in moments, though. I remember seeing you kiss Andrew at halftime and then the bathroom floor through my tears. Like I blacked out. You didn't seem to care about how I would feel, and it's not cheating on me because I don't count. I'm just someone you get to pull into a closet occasionally if I ask enough times. I'm gonna go kiss this boy or date this boy but don't worry! I still love you!!!! So, the cheating bit triggered me, too, because we never talked about all the times I felt cheated on when we were younger. But it can't be cheating if we don't put a label on it, right? How could I ask you to stop doing this to me if you weren't really my girlfriend? I would scream into my pillow, cry myself to sleep, and wish I was a boy so I wouldn't be a risk to take. It could just be normal. I never felt normal. I felt like a giant mistake. No matter what I would do or say, it was never enough to keep you from running away from me. Every time you come and go, it makes me feel like I'm a mistake you keep making. I don't believe that is your intention, but it is how it makes me feel. I get that you get scared, especially now. I didn't know how to express these feelings when I was younger when I wasn't even allowed to feel the love ones.

The second was that once I realized the risk bit and being a liability, I thought of everyone else who has treated me that way. Specifically, my parents. You told me in the car that Rory is your everything, which bothered me. I couldn't pinpoint it and didn't have time to process it. Also, have zero idea how to talk to you about Rory in general because if there is one thing that gonna make you hate me forever, its if I say the wrong thing about you being a mom…which is why I thought I had broken this forever in my rage by saying what I had said in such a cruel and demeaning way. I should never have said what I said about Rory, especially in that way. I made the connection that in Mormonism, your children are your everything. They are your path to maintaining salvation. It's why I waited to come out for so long. I knew it would hurt my parents, and I was trying to protect them from me. When Ceire came out, it eternally wounded my parents. When I came, our family died. Because of me, my family seal is broken, and we will not be together for time and all eternity. My parents emotionally abandoned my sister and me because we are a liability to their faith. They have too much to lose by accepting and loving us for who we are. Their entire reason for leaving Ireland, paying thousands upon thousands of dollars in tithing because it is a commandment to do so in this faith or you can't enter the temple (which you have to get into the temple to perform these sacred ordinances and achieve salvation (absolute crookery)), and their entire worldview would be completely shattered if they bend to who we are. It is too much of a risk and one they won't take, even for their children. Their children who were their everything. So, in my explosiveness, I was trying to communicate that it wasn't fair that my parents did that to me. That I didn't ask to be here in general let alone to fulfill your dreams. So, in my own weird fucked way, I was trying to be a voice for him. And in doing so, mother shamed you…which was my last intention…but it is what I did. I understand you putting up a shield and protecting him and yourself when it comes to him. That is a natural consequence of my actions and a fair one. I've never for a second believed that you are a bad mother, and I'm so sorry that my words and anger communicated that. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I've never wanted to weaponize Rory, and I did. The amount of shame and self-betrayal I feel for doing that is not something I can put into words. It was an Icarus moment. I let my anger take me way too close to the sun in a way that nearly lost you, and rightfully so.

I had planned to try to find you on Monday to apologize because I couldn't bear the thought of those being the last words you ever heard from me. To find you and tell you that it was okay if you hated me and never wanted to hear from me again, but to please let me apologize.

I thought I was dreaming when I woke up from my 18 hour sleep and saw that you had written me. I really believed I would never hear from you again.

I struggle to be honest because it feels like every time I'm remotely honest, it scares you, you run, and I lose you again. I keep shoving my feelings away so you'll stay instead of drawing a hardline with all-or-nothing thinking. This is why I've tried to establish boundaries so you'll be more comfortable knowing that I've taken extensive measures to protect this because that's how much it means to me and how much you do. So, I just exploded with all my feelings and then some when you walked back on everything instead of talking through it. And if once a month is hard, then once every three months. Once a year. My birthday, your birthday. Whatever it is. Delete everything every month or three months. I'll do it. Just tell me. I log out every single time, even on my phone. Changed passwords. I've done so much to protect you that I haven't even had a chance to tell you. And I felt betrayed. That betrayal turned to rage. I should have stepped away from it instead of stepping into it.

I'm feeling a lot of grief because I feel like a villain. Not a misunderstood anti-hero but a full-blown villain. That I let myself become something I'm not, which now tainted our relationship. That I'm not who you think I am. Niamh is kind, gentle, loyal, loving, caring, understanding, patient, compassionate, empathetic, and all of those "good" emotions. That's part of my "charm" and why people naturally trust me. So, I feel like I can never show people the "bad" emotions because people can't handle them. I used to be better at bottling them up, but the older I get, the harder it's getting for me to do that. I'm left wondering all of the time, "What about me? Why do I not matter?" I've created that monster by putting everyone else's feelings before my own, and I don't know how to change that without hurting people because they expect the opposite of me. So, I'm sorry you're now getting to see the worst of me. I've tried shielding you from it and have for years. I know better. I am better than that. You know that about me or knew that about me. I'm sorry I let you down.

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joansiefics · 3 years

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I Actually Just Want To Sleep

NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER

SUMMARY: You have been training with Natasha for weeks on end. She is harsh in training and you barely have time to take a break. So one day it all gets to much for you to handle and you pass out, but luckily someone is there to catch you.

WARNINGS: Fainting, Fighting, Malnourishment

After a long, tiring day at school the bell finally rang making all the students bundle out of the classes, with teachers still trying to get in a few last words before everyone disappears through the doors to freedom. You stood up from your chair and bid your farewell to the teacher as you left class and started your 15 minute walk home.

It was a habit of yours to play your music on full blast through your earphones when you undertook the walk home to take your mind of things - from your day at school to the assignments and homework that awaits you at home. You just barely started listening to 'Nurse's Office by Melanie Martinez' when an uncomfortable feeling made its appearance. You didn't stop listening to your music but you were more aware of your surroundings. Goosebumps were now evident on your skin, but you couldn't make up your mind if it was from the chilly, winter breeze hitting your skin and blowing through your hair or from someone's eyes boring into the back of your skull. You shrugged of the second thought, trying to stop your paranoia.

You started humming to the next song 'Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots' when a large, coarse hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you backwards, making you lose your balance. You quickly got back on your feet and put up a good fight, one that the man was definitely not expecting which gave you the upper hand. You threw a few punches his way and dodged a few of his, but your last punch knocked all consciousness out of him and he went tumbling to the ground.

You picked up your now cracked phone and straightened yourself up a bit to continue your walk home, unfazed by the fight, when you felt another hand touch your shoulder. This hand was smaller and more gentle than the previous one, but your adrenaline was still coursing your veins and you grabbed the hand, sending the person with a twist of their arm over to the ground. "What the heck do you all want with me!!!?" You yelled out of frustration "I just want to go home, finish my damn homework and sleep, is that to much to ask?!" You don't know why you just asked your attacker this, but you couldn't keep the pent up stress and anger in anymore.

"Are you okay?" The person you flipped to ground asked with a hoarse voice and a following groan as they pushed themselves to get of the ground and brushed of the dirt form their clothes. "Why are asking me if I'm okay, you're the one that was laying on the ground?" You ask very confused at what is happening. "I saw the guy attack you, I was just to late to help you take him down, but I see you took care of him very well" The person says gesturing towards the still unconscious man on the ground. "So you didn't want to attack me?" You ask raising your eyebrow at the person "No, not at all..." There is an awkward silence between the two of you before you introduce yourself, having made up your mind to trust the person: "Y/N...Y/N Y/L/N" you say putting your hand out for the person to shake "Natasha Romanoff" she shakes your hand.

"You really have skill Y/N, I mean you just flipped and ex-assassin and current Avenger to the ground without even a bit of struggle" Natasha laughs "Ummm... thank you?" You say not knowing how to respond to this compliment, a compliment that no one has ever given you. "Do you maybe want to come back to the Avengers tower with me and I can introduce you to everyone?" She offers politely "Umm, yeah... sure" You mentally scold yourself for being so awkward.

It was a peaceful walk through alley crannies and idle parts of the town to the tower, but you enjoyed the calm feeling. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get your skills Y/N?" Natasha curiously asked, but not wanting to invade your personal space "I just watched some self defence videos online and practiced them for rare occasions like today" You answer her question. After a few more minutes of walking you arrive at the tower and enter the building "Here we are" Natasha says breaking the comfortable silence.

You were marvelled by the perfectly planned and designed architecture and interior design and let your eyes roam until Natasha cleared her throat to get your attention. "Y/N, I want you to meet the Avengers: Tony, Bruce, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Bucky, Steve and Hawkeye" She introduces while pointing to each and every one of them. You flushed with embarrassment and shyness as everyone greeted you, you didn't even notice them until Natasha cleared her throat. They already think I'm weird you think.

"So I wanted to introduce her to all of you, because you wouldn't believe the story I'm about to tell you if I didn't bring the key witness." Natasha smirked, knowing that she pricked their curiosity. "Well Y/N over here was being attacked by some old creep-" Before she could continue Steve interrupted her "Is she okay?" he directs the question to Natasha, then he looks at you "Are you okay, are you hurt?" He askes caringly. "I'm fine, thanks?" You say, still unsure why everyone is making it such a big deal. Natasha gives Steve a daring look, one telling him to shut his mouth for the rest of the story or he won't see dawn, before she continues: "So as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted... Y/N was attacked. I saw the fight and was on my way to go help her, but she knocked him unconscious before I could get there. I just wanted to make sure that she was alright before I left and I approached her form behind and tapped her shoulder. She caught me off guard and flipped me to the ground as well..." she took a small pause before exaggerating her statement "SHE flipped ME!!!"

Everyone wore a look of shock on their face now, which confused you even more "Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?" You ask, not able to control your ignorance any longer. "Do you know what you did?" Tony asks "Did I do something wrong?" You ask still not catching the drift. "No, no, no, no, not at all... you just, ummm... well you flipped an ex-assassin, not many people are able to do that" Tony answers with a proud smile, even though he just met you, you made him proud. "What would you say to being an intern at the tower and train with us and then when you're ready, you can become one of us, you can become an Avenger?" Tony asks. This question definitely caught you off guard and you were gawking at him in surprise and excitement at the same time "Uhh, ye...yeah, sure....I would, ummm.. I'd ummm love...that" you manage to croak out. "Great, you start tomorrow after school" Tony says as he leaves the room and the rest of the team, except Natasha, follows after him.

The next day after school, Natasha came to pick you up and took you to the tower. You went up to the training room and once again took in all your surroundings. All of this felt like a dream to you, you couldn't believe that the Avengers wanted to train YOU. "You can get dressed into your training clothes in there and then we can start with your first training." Natasha said as she directed you to the bathroom.

The first training was something to experience. You were tossed from one side to another, making your head spin, you were punched and kicked and bent into awkward and uncomfortable positions - if this was the first training, you didn't even want to know how the next one, or the one after that, or the one after that would turn out. When you returned home, exhausted and sweaty you took a shower and immediately started on your homework and assignments that had to be done the next day, you were so busy that you even forgot to eat something and barely got some sleep.

Your days continued like this for at least a month. Your brutal training sessions included 4 hours of training directly after school, then one break of 10 minutes to eat, drink and catch a breath and another grueling 3 hours of training. By the time you got home it was nearly 21:30 and then you still had to complete all of your homework and assignments. By the time you were ready for bed it was 02:00 in the morning and you would get three and a half hours of sleep, before the next cycle of exhaustion started.

But the end of this routine was in sight, you just didn't know it yet. You were currently in your third hour of training with Natasha for the day and to say you were tired would have been an understatement. You couldn't dodge any of her punches, grab any of her kicks or maneuver yourself out of the death grips she held you in. "You're slacking" Natasha said sternly but yet concern covering her features. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just really tired, but we should keep going, my break is in an hour, then I can rest" You said, not wanting to sound weak. You were given this internship and you were not going to disappoint Tony for giving you the spot. Surely if you had told Natasha about your lack of sleep and little eating she would have given you more breaks and less hours of training, but you never told her and that is why you were in this never ending cycle of enervation.

"Y/N, you should go home and sleep, we can continue tomorrow" Natasha spoke. "No, I'm fine, I can do this...please" You almost begged. The proposal of Natasha sounded so welcoming, but you couldn't stop now, you had to keep on training, you had to prove to them that you are worthy of being an Avenger. Natasha gave in and you both got into your fighting stances and you began training again. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on dodging the punches, you just couldn't and one last medium blow to your jaw sealed the deal.

Your vision went form clear to blurry, decorated in black spots dancing in your eyesight. A wave of nausea hit you harder than a punch from the strongest super soldier. You could vaguely hear Natasha calling your name, almost as if you were underwater, before the earth started slipping from underneath you, though the fall didn't come. Your mentor, friend and motherly figure, Natasha, caught you in her arms milliseconds before your skull collided with the earth's lithosphere. Maybe she called your name again, but you didn't know. You were in good hands and let the unconsciousness consume you.

After you fainted, Natasha ordered FRIDAY to notify Bruce to get to the infirmary and rushed with you still tight in her arms to Bruce. Once she got there and put you on the hospital bed she told Bruce everything she knew: "We were training, but she wasn't dodging any of my punches or blocking my kicks so I told her she's slacking and she just told me that she's really tired. Then I told her to go home, but she wanted to keep on training and the next I know she starts falling to the ground" Natasha says trying to get her breath back. "Did she hit her head?" Bruce asks, concern of a concussion crossing his mind "No, I caught her right before she hit the ground" Natasha says with a proudness in her voice. "Okay, I'll stabilize her and then I'll do a few test on her to see if there are any other factors aside from tiredness that could have caused it." Bruce said getting to work.

Why is it so bright? When did I change my alarm sound? Am I even in my bed right now? These thoughts were all crossing your mind when you first got your consciousness back. The bright fluorescent lights were making it near impossible for you to open your eyes and you could only get as far as a squint before closing your eyes again. After a few more minutes your slowly open your eyes again trying to grow accustomed to the brightness. You let out a groan when you finally open your eyes fully and see that you are hooked up to all sorts of tubes and a heart monitor

"You're awake" Bruce says in a cheery tone, happiness apparent on his face. "What happened?" You croak out from your parched throat, furrowing your brows as you try to remember how you ended up in the infirmary. "You passed out while training with Natasha" Bruce answers, but the look on his face tells you that he wants to ask you something but he's to afraid to hear the answer. "There's something you're not telling me" You say, slightly scared at what he might say What if they don't want me as an intern anymore... "I promise I'll get back to training as soon as possible, please just don't take the internship away from me" You ramble quickly. "Is that why you haven't been eating or sleeping enough? Are you afraid that we won't like you or take the internship from you?" Bruce asks concerned

"No, well kinda yes....but no." You answer not sure how to approach the doctor in front of you "I'm going to need more than that Y/N" Bruce says, arms crossed over his chest. Just before you can start explaining Natasha walks into the room. The moment she sees you awake she rushes to your side and gives you a warm, comforting hug, but careful enough to not rip any tubes from your skin. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" She asks. She would never show this side - the soft side - of her to anyone, but you brought out the best in her. "I'm a bit tired, but I don't have any pain" You say. "She was just about to tell me why she hasn't been eating enough, but now that you're here and you're her trainer, she can tell both of us" Bruce says giving you a stern, disapproving look.

"It's not that I wanted to starve myself, I just didn't have time to eat." Natasha makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed as you continue "Since I started with the internship I haven't had the best routine. I would wake up at 05:30 in the mornings to get ready for school, after school I would come here and immediately start training, then in my 10 minute break I would eat something for the first time that day, then get back to training. Then when I got home, I would take a shower and start with my homework and assignments, usually I'd finish at about 01:50 in the mornings and then I would brush my teeth and go to bed."

"Why didn't you say something Y/N? I could've changed your training schedule for you" Natasha says "I didn't want you guys to think that I couldn't handle all this and then I would never be able to become an Avenger" You say out of defeat "We already know you can handle all of this, what's important now is that you focus on living healthy once again, okay?" Bruce asks "Okay... thank you guys"

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theduosetter · 3 years

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── 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙠 ──

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x f!reader

Summary: Two strangers laid their eyes upon one another and were captivated at first sight. All they were itching to know was their name yet who knew they were closer to each other than they realized.

Warning(s): cursing, fluff, adorable all around!!

A|N: I hope you enjoy this mini series! Any heart or reblog would be appreciated thank you! Feedback too :D

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Part: 3

"Hurry up, Y/n!" Hinata yelled as he grew impatient.

"I'm coming, Shoyo! You're literally outside of my door." you hung up and grabbed your bag along with your phone.

Opening your bedroom door you saw your best friend standing there tapping his foot. "Was it really necesarry for you to call me when you were already here?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed "I don't want you changing plans last minute."

"I'm not going to bail on you guys." you chuckled "Relax, we are going to hangout together today."

"Alright. Come on we still need to get to the gym to warm up." he grabbed your hand and ran downstairs.

"Shoyo!" you exclaimed "Where's Tobio anyway?"

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw the black haired friend sitting down at the kitchen table. A sigh escaped your lips knowing he wouldn't pass up the chance of some milk with your mom's pastries. "I can't quite say that I'm surprised."

"Do you wnt...s-sum?" he muffled as he chewed down on the bread making his cheeks chubbier.

"I'll be fine." you answered unlike the orange hair who stuffed a plastic bag filled with pastries while your mom laughed.

"Why don't I just give you guys some extra ones?" your mom said as she filled another bag with individual wrapped bakery goods.

"We'd appreciate it!" the duo spoke.

"We gotta go or else you'll be late for the game!" you exclaimed pulling each one away from the counter covered in sweets.

"Let me get one more!" Hinata whined, "One more-"

"You'll both end up getting stomach aches if you don't stop!" you retorted.

What seemed like eternity you managed to get them out the door despite the begs. "Please make sure to come back soon boys!" your mom said.

"We'll be back Mrs. (last name)! Thank you for the sweets!" they both yelled in unison.

"I will see you before closing, mom." you kissed her cheek and grabbed the four bentos. "Thank you for the food!"

"Be careful okay?" she waved goodbye at you then chuckled to herself, "I'm glad my baby has her friends."

"Seriously you guys barely have enough time to get to the gym!" you yelled out as you three ran towards the school's grounds. "I told you we had to go!"

"Yeah but your mom's bread was so good!" Hinata jumped "It tasted like a fluffy cloud Y/n!"

"She definitely needs to bring her food to the next school's festival." Kageyama added "Imagine how much attention your mom's bakery would get."

You bit your lip "You're not wrong about that..."

Hinata looked at his watch, his eyes widened. "We only have 15 minutes to practice before the other school get's here Kageyama!"

"You idiot! I told you we had to go!" he moved closer to kick his butt but Hinata managed to dodge his hit.

"Oh shut up! You were stuffying your face too!"

"Why am I friends with these two again?" you muttered.

"Come on pick up the pace y/n!" Hinata and Kageyama grabbed your hands and ran faster than your legs could move.

"G-guys!" you exclaimed "I-I'll end up falling─ slow down!" they were too focused on getting to practice than hear about your objections "If I break a bone I'm telling my mom to ban you from the shop!"

After a five minute run that was supposed to be ten, you finally arrived. Your legs felt like jelly and your sweater was long gone as your body was too sweaty. 'This was worse than a summer day...' you thought, 'I showered and got dressed so nicely only for it to be ruined by those two. Ugh they owe me big time.'

You slowly treaded towards the stairs of the gym, their teammates were too busy preparing to notice you. A sigh escaped your lips upon feeling the cool air coming from the a/c. "This... this is nice." you mumbled. "It feels like a cold freezer..."

"Um... hi." a voice spoke coming from behind you.

"You two are so banned..." you muttered under your breath. Slowly you turned around to come face with two guys. 'They must be their teammates.'

"Are you going to keep blocking the door or can we get through?" the tall guy with the glasses spoke.

"Tsuki." the shorter one mumbled.

"Well?" he stared you down, "We don't have all day."

'He must be the guy that Shoyo and Tobio went up against.' you thought.

"R-right... but you don't have to be so rude you know." you answered.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes walking passed you meanwhile his friend gave you an apologetic smile. "He's usually not mean." he chuckled slightly "Do you need help with something?"

"No... I came to see some friends. But they left me out on the front steps to get ready for your match today."

"Wait... are you really their friend?" he asked.

"If you're talking about the tall one and the ginger then yes." you chuckled, "They said it was fine for me to come today."

"Don't take this the wrong way but..." he scratched his cheek looking away from you, "I'm surprised they have a friend that's a girl, given the way that they are."

"No worries. I understand what you mean especially since we met in very different times." You two walked inside "I'm still surprised they are friends."

"Y/n!" looking to the left you saw Yachi jogging over to you. "Oh hey, Tadashi!"

"I should go warm up, it was nice meeting you!"

"You too Tadashi!"

She then spoke again, "What happened to you? Did you run all the way here?"

"Hinata and Kageyama were too busy stuffing their faces with my mom's pastries. By the time they actually listened to me it was too late and we had to run all the way here." you whined "Now I'm all covered in sweat and I feel disgusting."

"I told them not to get distracted." she sighed "Do you want to freshen up? I have an extra shirt in the club room."

"Really? Id really appreciate that."

"Come on we still have a few minutes before the whole team gets here."

Your feet were too tired to walk yet somehow you managed to go upstairs to the room. "I swear one day those two will be the death of me." you complained.

"Can you blame them? Your mom's sweets are too good." Yachi chuckled.

Shaking your head you went inside and washed your face along with your arms and back. "How are the two doing with their quick attack by the way?" you asked.

"They're getting there, although they still want to make sure it comes out perfect. Coach Ukai said they need to upgrade it or else it won't be enough to get past the blocker's hands."

You nodded, "There's no doubt in my mind they will make it work. From the videos you've sent me those two can work a miracle even if they end up fighting... their goals are the same."

"Oh right I was going to ask you..." Yachi continued "... how did it go with your guy by the way? Did he end up messaging you?"

Biting your lip, you put on the white clean shirt. "He did, he was so nervous and sweet. I apologized to him about what my mom did yet he said he didn't mind because he was nervous about talking to me." you giggled.

"Wait so your mom really did give him your phone number?!"

"She did! I wasn't expecting her to go that far." you answered "But it is kinda embarrasing how she had to do it for me though..."

"Nonesense!" she exclaimed "You just needed that little push well you both did. I'm sure he knows that especially since he took the time to message you."

It was difficult to hide the smile that kept creeping up on your face. "As cliche as it sounds... it really feels like a movie Yachi."

"You're barely at the talking stage but what if he asks you out on a date then to become something more. Are you ready to go that far?"

Closing the locker you turned to face her, "Not going to lie with everything that has happened... I feel scared to say yes. After what happened I never really thought someone would take an interest in me and that I'd feel the same way."

Yachi placed her hand on your shoulder, "It's been at least 4 four years I think it is time to enjoy a new adventure in your life. You may never know what might happen."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a knock on the door, "Hey! Yachi are you almost ready? Kiyoko said she needs your help setting up."

"Yeah! We'll be right there Sugawara!" she yelled back.

"Who's Sugawara?" you asked.

"Come on let's go meet the rest of the team that way it'll be easier." she chuckled taking your hand and walking back to the gym.

There were sudden butterflies in your stomach, although you knew your friends were part of the team, you couldn't but wonder if it was okay for you to come. All you wanted was to make a good impression for the team that gave your friends the opportunity to play.

As soon as she opened the door everyone turned their heads to look at you. Two memebers then ran over to you both making you jump back.

"A new girl!" they yelled in unison.

"She's so cute!" the shorter one exclaimed.

"You didn't tell us you had such a pretty friend Yachi!" the taller one added.

Yachi became flustered, "Ah! T-this is m-my friend! She came to w-watch the game today. Y/n this is Tanaka and Nishinoya."

Feeling embarrassed you gave them a nod, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"She's so adorable!" Tanaka exclaimed "I hope we get to see you around here more often."

"Oh... um sure, if you guys don't mind." you said.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Nishinoya's eyes widened not being able to handle how cute you looked.

"Oh Y/n!" Hinata then jogged over to you guys "Can you help us toss some balls?"

"Yeah let's go-" you went to follow Hinata only to be taken away in the opposite direction.

"You need to meet the whole team." Nishinoya held your hand dragging you over to what seemed to be the third years along with other members.

"Guys! This is Yachi's friend, Y/n! Y/n, this is Suga or Sugawara for short, Asahi, Tsukishima, Tadashi, and Ennoshita!"

You tried to hide your nervousness, "Hello! It's nice to meet you guys, thank you for letting my friends play."

Tsukishima stared at you with an uninterested look, while Tadashi smiled softly.

"How did you manage for Hinata and Kageyama to get along? They were at each other's throats." Sugawara chuckled.

"Well... let's just say it's still hasn't changed much." you rubbed the back of your head. "But we make it work."

"Are you also a first year?" Ennoshita asked.

"Mhm I had to change school's during the second semester." you answered. "Karasuno is my second school."

"Well welcome to the team, I apologize in advance if things get out of control." Sugawara said "They're usually..." he tried to put into words but you understood.

"No worries if I can handle those two I'm sure it won't bother me." you chuckled. "Is this the whole team?"

"We're only missing our captain." Asahi answered, "Where is he anyways?"

Tskushima shrugged "He said something about needing to find his knee pads."

"Anyway we should go get ready before the school shows up. Let's start to warm up." Sugawara said and everyone went off to do their own things. "If you want you can sit down besides Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda."

"Oh okay." you then looked around "Do you need help with anything?"

"I think we should be good, can you help with picking up the volleyballs and putting them in that basket when the other team gets here?"

"Sure." you were about to grab the cart when you heard the door open again.

"Oh! Daichi come over here!" he yelled.

Your feet froze, the numbness you felt earlier in your legs returned. 'Please... don't be who I think it is...' you thought lowering your head, 'Oh my god what if he gets dissappointed?'

You tried to subtly fix your hair and tuck in the club room shirt. Sugawara noticed, "Are you okay─"

"What is it Suga?" Daichi asked as he walked over to where you both were.

"This is the friend that they were talking about, this is Y/n." he said smiling softly at you. "Daichi?"

You slowly lifted your head to come face to face with those loving brown eyes. Daichi was in the same state as you, shocked yet happy to finally see you.

"Are you alright?" Sugawara asked looking at him.

"Y-yeah..." he chuckled awkwardly "It should have been obvious right?"

Your face was hot, "Y-yeah, I shouldn't have been so dumb."

"You two know each other-"

"This is y/n... the one I've been telling you about." Daichi said.

"Oh...." Suga mumbled "So you're the one he can't stop rambling about." a smirked then formed on his lips.

You blushed, "W-what, really?"

"Suga!" Daichi exclaimed.

"I can't believe after all this time you two would end up meeting each other at school." he said.

"Yeah..." you chuckled lightly "I knew you played a sport but never thought you were my friend's captain."

"I didn't know if it sounded cool─" he admitted.

"Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed "It's amazing! Volleyball isn't an easy sport. The amount of people that depend on you to lead them, yet you still have their backs and know what to say" you smiled looking up at him. "It's admirable really."

Daichi rubbed the back of his head, shyly smiling "Thank you I try my best to keep them under control... but sometimes they don't bother to listen."

"I know how that feels."

Sugawara stood quiet watching you two converse as if you were the only ones. He wanted to say something to get Daichi all flustered but didn't have the heart to do so. 'I am sooo going to have fun with this.' he thought.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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It Takes A Village Chapter 10

Chris Evans X Pregnant!Daughter!Reader

Series Master List

Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: you announce your pregnancy on Instagram and start rethinking everything.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: teen pregnancy mentions puking

You had been on the couch watching Peter pan but now your morning sickness kicked in. You were home from school today due to it being a half-day, your dad was at the store. So you were home alone and throwing up in the toilet with Dodger staring at you concerned while he whimpered. Once you were done you washed your face and brushed your teeth before you went back to the couch to finish the movie. After you posted the photo showing you were home there were rumors as to why. A few gruesome ones, like your mom died, (in all different ways) and a few normal less gruesome ones, such as your dad was able to get full custody of you.You ignored them you were planning on sharing the real reason tomorrow.

"Sweet-pea! I'm home!" You heard your dad say when he entered the house a few bags of groceries in his hands.

"Hey dad!" You said looking over the couch to look at him.

"Hey you okay? Seeing all those rumors?" He asked from the kitchen as he began putting everything away. You got up and walked in.

"Yeah haven't been on social media much since I got out of school I've been watching movies. And I think I have some baby names." You told him excitedly as you began to help him.

"What happened to not picking a names until you knew the genders?" He asked smirking at you.

"Don't worry one of them are after you." You said. He looked at you smiling silently begging you to continue. "No! You don't get to know! But I'll tell you the middle name ideas I have." You said.

"Continue." He smiled at you.

"Okay, so Christopher and Scott are the middle names if I have boys." You said continuing putting away the groceries.

"Okay what about the girl names?" He asked.

"Maxine, and of course the basic white girl middle name of Anne." You said giggling.

"Basic white girl name?" He shook his head at you but you could see the small smile on his face. "The other one is cute though." He said.

"I know!" You told him smiling.

"And Scott will also be happy will one of those names... He's been telling me how you were definitely going to name your baby after him." He explained, you giggled.

"Because I already told him." You said giggling.

"Sweet-pea how could you tell him first! I'm your dad!" He feigned offense before you both laughed. "But really those are great middle names. Especially the first one you said." He smirked at you. "Okay I'm going to make dinner you can get a movie set up for us to watch okay Bubba?" He asked.

"Okay. What movie?" You asked him.

"You pick bubba." You nodded leaving the kitchen Dodger following.

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You stood in front of the mirror looking down at you baby bump, phone in hand. Unbeknownst to your dad you were doing this. He was outside with Dodger and you told him you were doing your homework. Of course he'd know that was a lie once this photo goes around. You faced your camera to the mirror the bump was clear from your side you took the photo. You went onto Instagram, a bunch of notifications from your last post filing in. You clicked the new post, you picked your photo before writing a brief caption that said:

"As my last post has cause many questions maybe this with clear some things up. Two new Evans are due in November. I prefer not to go into detail about anything about me being home or about the babies or their father, I just prefer the media and my dad's fans stay out of it. I hope you all can respect that."

You hesitated reading over the caption as many times as possible. Before setting your phone down not posting the picture. You sighed sitting on your bed. You looked back at your phone grabbing it and turning the comments for the post off before quickly clicking it then going down stairs and outside where Chris sat.

"Dad I posted a photo of my baby bump everyone knows." You sat next him sighing. He looked down at you. He pulled you into his side giving you a reassuring smile.

"I told you not to post anything bubs." He mumbled. "Has anyone said anything yet?"

"I turned the comments off..." You mumbled into his shirt.

"That was a good idea. You gotta show me how to do that Bubba." He leaned over kissing the top of your head.

You giggled. "Okay old man." His phone dinged and he looked at it and sighed.

"Well your post is getting attention. Sebastian and Mackie and asking if it's true." He showed you his phone.

"Ooh call'em I want to say hi." You sat up leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled shaking his head before face timing them.

"Hey lil Evans!" Mackie said seeing you. "Are you pulling a late April fools prank or was that post real?" He asked.

"It was real... I forgot you guys follow me." You said.

"Your gonna be mom aren't you like 10?" Sebastian asked, slightly teasingly. "Wait... We're you not gonna tell us if we didn't see that post?"

"I'm 15. And before you ask any questions about the babies, I'm having twins, the dad knows, he doesn't want them, I'm 12 weeks along I don't know the genders, and... I think that's all.. Oh and that's why I live with dad, and no I'd tell you eventually, probably next time I saw you and you met the babies." You rambled.

"Who is the dad?" Sebastian asked.

"Jake." You mumbled.

"And your good with this? Two new babies in your house?" Anthony asked Chris.

"We already talked 4 weeks ago when I found out." Chris said.

"You've known for four weeks and didn't tell us Y/n I thought I was your favorite uncle?" Sebastian pouted at you thought the screen.

"Hey I thought I was your favorite uncle!" Anthony said.

"Why do I need to have a favorite?"

"I'll be the babies favorite uncle." Anthony said

"With all of the people I've told about the babies you guys are definitely the most chill about it." You muttered before looking at your phone eyes widening at how many people have already liked the post already. And the press was probably already writing about it.

"Okay bye guys we'll talk to you later." Your dad said before hanging up the face time.

"I think I made a mistake I shouldn't have posted it, dad!! I shouldn't even be a mom now I'm putting my kids into the media! Dad, I had the privilege of not being in the media often since I lived in texas no one is gonna go there and try to take photos rednecks would shoot em! My kids have to live where ever you are because I'm a minor! I'm so dumb! I should've kept it a secret." You rested your head on his shoulder as you rambled. He sighed not knowing how to calm you down so he just looked down at you rubbing your shoulder. "Oh not to mention what is someone from town sees that! They'll all know and show Jake or mom! My kids won't even have their father! Only a mom. I can't take care of the babies I can't even drive! What am I going to do take them to school on a bicycle?" Your rambling continued.

"Bubba... You'll be able to drive when they start going to school besides you have me. Don't worry about town. Or the press." He said. To be honest those were thought he's been having it was why he didn't want you to tell the press. You grew up in a small town in texas with a whole bunch of rednecks even if the paparazzi found out where you lived the town would've chased them away, not because they liked you but because rednecks are crazy. If you still lived there press would be a lot less of a problem. And for the whole, your kids won't have a father thing he knew even if their dad wouldn't be there he would be the best male role model he can for them. But he also noticed that if you weren't at school or work you were always busying your mind, with homework or reading you barely read before. He could only assume it was because of the breakup and being kicked out. Just a way for you not to think of them. Dodger ran over licking your hand as you continued your rant to your dad.

"Shh, bubba." He cooed softly as your rant ended. "I told you, you're not going to be alone. I'll be there to help you the whole way."

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kpop-cakepops · 3 years

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hellooo i'd like to request a wonwoo fluff where he's just really clingy and pouty because he's drunk or sick pls :) thank u and happy holidays

HI! Here's your special holiday gift! Enjoy!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none.

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Frisky Disky// Boyfriend!WonwooXReader

"Let it SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOWWWWWW"

You watched Wonwoo as he merrily danced around the noraebang with a bottle of beer in one hand and the karaoke mic in the other. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find the scene a little cute... but after 2 hours of his members cheering him on and feeding him more beer than he could handle, Wonwoo was just about past pissed drunk and hogging the mic.

"Alright baby, I think that's enough" you said standing up and snatching the mic from him. Soonyoung had been glaring daggers at the back of your boyfriend's head for the past 15 minutes as he'd been waiting for his own turn to sing.

Wonwoo didn't seem to resist as he caught your gaze. His large hands grabbed at each side of your face and squished your cheeks together. A cheesy smile, which wasn't a common sight with your rather serious boyfriend, spread across his face.

"Hi my love"

Your cheeks tinted pink as Mingyu and Vernon, who were also their very own share of drunk, giggled like a pair of school girls watching a teen drama. "Wonwoo, do you want to go home?" You asked hoping he'd say yes now, rather than later. You knew well that if he said no now you'd have to carry him back home later and that was never an easy task.

"Home? You are my home babyyyyy" his long arms snaked under your coat and around your waist pulling you close. "But if you insist on taking me to your cAsa, we can go. I wouldn't mind some frisky disky time" he shakily wiggled his brows at you making you laugh out loud.

"Jeon Wonwoo, you are drunk, you need a bath and some sleep, not frisky disky time"

His bottom lip dropped in a cute pout "no frisky disky time?" He whined burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hands squeezing at your sides unintentionally.

"Come on, let's call it a night already." You veered off the topic not daring to look over at the grown group of eavesdroppers beside you. Some of which weren't even trying to hide the fact that they were listening in. (Yes, Seokmin's drunk ass was blatantly hollering "frisky disky" as he swung his sweater in circles)

The ride home was easier for you than most times. Wonwoo was drunk, but able to walk, however his wandering hands had caused more than 2 misunderstanding as you rode the elevator up to your apartment.

"Come on, Wonwoo, people are going to think wrong" you whispered as he hugged you from behind letting you guide him towards your place. You were so embarrassed your hands shook as you tried to find the key to your front door.

"They're not thinking wrong because they think I love youu" he slurred as you finally tugged him into your place. A sigh of relief left your lips only to be encased by your boyfriend's. "Home sweet home" he sing songed as he pecked tiny kisses all over your face.

"You're being oddly lovey, what am I supposed to do with you tomorrow when you're back to your tsundere self?" You teased.

He didn't seem to hear your question as he answered with one of his own, "Honeyy! Have we opened gifts yet?!"

You laughed and shook your head. "Christmas was this morning, we already opened gifts"

He shook his head and looked at you. "There's one gift you haven't opened yet" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. "It's in my pants"

Once again your face was flaming with embarrassment. You were almost sure this man had an alter ego he didn't know about. "Jeon Wonwoo-"

Again he walked up to you and hugged you. "No, really. It's in my pants. In my back pocket to be exact."

"Back pocket?" You asked.

He was, once again, distracted. It seemed that drunk Wonwoo loved nothing more than to kiss all over your face and have mid sentence conversations with you. You, a little unwillingly, pulled away from him and grabbed his face.

"Hey. I'm right here, you said my gift is in your back pocket." You told him.

"OH YES!" He excitedly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your bedroom.

"Wonwoo, I swear to god, if it's a condom-"

"Sit down." He ordered. You did as he said and sat down on the bed watching carefully as he wavered and pulled out an envelope from his back pocket.

"What is that?" You asked.

Almost shyly, he held it out to you. "Here... one more gift"

You took it slowly and opened it. Your eyes widening, "are these flight tickets to Hawaii?" You asked in shock.

Your boyfriend sheepishly looked at the ground. "Y-you always said you wanted to go to Hawaii with me... and I felt guilty because I'm always away on tour, or busy with the group... so I begged the company to give me 2 weeks off in March so we can go to Hawaii like you wanted."

Tears filled your eyes as you watched your drunk boyfriend stagger slightly. "Bubba... you-"

"Are you crying?" He gasped.

You jumped to your feet and hugged him tightly. "I am crying because I love you, Wonwoo."

His arms almost instantly wrapped around your figure causing you both to stumble back onto the bed. "Baby don't cry, it's frisky disky time"

You laughed at his lame rhyme and pressed your lips to his, "don't even try it, you'll fall asleep in the next 5 minutes, I guarantee it."

"Cuddle hours then?" He asked kicking off his shoes and pulling you both further onto the bed.

"Fine, cuddle hours open." You agree.

He happily snuggles into you, his head resting on your chest. "Okay. Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight"

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deardiary17 · 3 years

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🌻

Hello, darling you!

Okay, here's a funny thing: I used to hate English as a subject. I loathed it. Tried skipping additional classes (they were given for free in a governmental educational centre), cried to mum that I don't understand a thing, begged her to find some other pastime for me (I was 11 at that time, and I first had access to the Internet from the family computer at 15).

Mum didn't cave in.

And then Chemistry, Physics, Algebra, Biology and Geometry happened. And I realised that I was useless, plain and simple. I didn't like my school English teacher but I understood that if I want to pass the equivalent of GCSEs, I'd have to upgrade my English, Russian and Literature. When I announced that I want to pass English as "GCSE", my teacher was unhappy and told me not to and didn't help me.

You know what?

My cousin's best friend did! For free! She heard there was a teen girl who didn't have enough money for a tutor and she tutored me for free for two months! Can you imagine? Later, when I was in the second year of uni, I tutored that lady's son, ha-ha! And she payed me - she refused to let me repay the favour for free.

Then, I decided to pass English for the equivalent of A-levels for when I was 17. I had a new teacher and she was super nice. She stayed with me and the other girl after lessons and helped us prepare for the exam for free. During that time mum found cheap English courses with a lovely teacher who refused to let me back away from the oral exam (I didn't speak without fear until 2nd year of uni). She sat me at the computer and made me speak and compare two pictures until I realised that making mistakes wasn't a world-wide disaster.

Later on, that lady hired me to work for her. I helped her in the opening stages of her new office and I will be forever grateful for the trust because I was still in uni and had no experience. I don't work with her but we still talk regularly.

As you can see, my love, my whole life turned out to be they way it is only because of the people's kindness. It is a journey that was possible only because of these wonderful, brilliant, wide-hearted people.

Sorry for rambling! This one turned out to be so long!

#asked and answered #wonderful people #doctorwhobts

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The Blip- JJ Maybank

Gif credit @toesure

Marvel x Outer Banks AU !

Summary: your best friend disappears after 'the blip' only to return 5 years later.

Word count: 1,554

Warnings: none

For the last few years, JJ Maybank had been babysitting you, his younger neighbor. When you first met him, he was only 15 years old. You shyly walked up to him, asking if he would play house with you since your mother never paid attention to you.

Ever since then whenever you needed JJ, he would go over and take care of you or you would be at his house. Your mom never cared how long you stayed at his, she was too busy drinking at bars. He loved you and was always there for you.

You were currently 13 years old when JJ was helping you get ready for the middle school dance. JJ leaned against the doorframe of your room, grinning as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. "JJ, this looks amazing! How did you manage to do my eyeliner perfectly?" You asked, pointing out just how good his makeup skills were.

"I'm not gonna lie, I practiced for a bit because I figured there be some time you'd wanna give me a makeover or something." He laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets. He walked up behind you, almost falling to the ground as you tackled him in a hug. "Thank you JJ, you're the best!" You grinned, thankful to have him as a friend.

A shiver was sent through JJ's spine as he released you. He stood there uncomfortably, his hands out by his side. "Are you okay, JJ?" You asked, stepping back before realizing his fingers were starting to disintegrate into thin air. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your mouth fell open in horror.

JJ fell to his knees as he held his hands out, watching his own body disappear. Falling to your knees, you held his elbows in your hand. "Y/N? Y/N, what's happening to me?" JJ cried out, collapsing in your arms. "You're gonna be okay JJ. I got you." You panicked, tears squeezing out of your eyes as you watched your best friend slowly slip away from your arms.

He locked eyes with you, "you're gonna be okay Y/N. You're strong, you're gonna go through life and you're gonna be okay-" JJ's sentence ran short as he disappeared in your arms, you covered your mouth with your hands as you let out a soft cry. You pulled your knees up to your chest, your once soft cries turned into loud sobs. Your best friend was gone, and there was nothing you could do to get him back.

You chose to skip the dance, deciding to lock yourself in your room. Your heart ached knowing that JJ wouldn't see you grow up, you would have to deal with your problems by yourself which scared you.

Nothing could have prepared you for this, you slowly sat down on your bed and began to cry into your comforter.

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5 years later.

You sat on your legs criss crossed on your bed as you were watching another episode of Friends as you scrolled through your phone. Your breath hitched in your throat when you came across a picture of you and JJ from years ago before the blip happened. JJ wasn't the only one who disappeared that day, apparently half of the population disappeared as well. You missed him everyday and prayed that he would come back safe.

The sound of something falling onto your floor made your head snap up from your phone. You let out a small shriek at the sight of a body on your floor. "Who the fuck are you?" You asked, grabbing the baseball bat from the side of your bed and standing on the floor.

The person turned around on the ground to face you, their hands raising up in defence. "Please don't hit me I'm sorry!" You immediately froze in your steps at the familiar voice. Turning on your bedside light, you nearly dropped the bat at the sight of JJ Maybank on your floor.

The bat slowly fell from your hand and onto the floor. JJ looked at you and slowly stood up, trying to figure out whose room he mysteriously popped into. "JJ?" You asked, walking towards him. He shoved his hands into his front pockets, a habit he used to do. 5 years later and he's still doing it which you thought was cute.

"I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to just show up in a stranger's house I was literally just sitting-" you cut him off, "JJ! It's me, Y/F/N Y/L/N!" JJ's eyes widened in disbelief. "No there's no way!"

You gasped, your heart racing a mile a minute as he smiled brightly, holding out his arms open. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you tightly as you entangled your fingers into his hair. He laughed loudly as he looked into your eyes. "Y/N I missed you too but it's only been a day since I last saw you, how did you grow up so fast?" He mumbled in the crook of your neck.

You untangled yourself from him as you started up at him with a serious expression. "What?" He asked. "J, It's been 5 years." The truth seemed to have knocked the breath out of him.

"W-what? Wait, woah. Okay, so uh, so that means I'm still 18 but you're...." he trailed off, "18." You nodded your head as you invited him to sit on your bed. "Wait, that means I missed 5 years of your life?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as a wave of sadness rushed through his body. You leaned forward, resting your hand on his knee.

"Hey, the point is you're here now, okay? So, tell me about what happened in your day." You told him, shifting in your seat to hear his story. Sitting criss crossed, you rested your elbows on your knees while your chin layed on your hands.

"I honestly don't even know where I was. But there were so many people there. I couldn't recognize anybody. I was just standing there by myself when I met this guy, his name was Peter Parker. He's from Queens and he's a total dork but you'd like him. Really friendly. I told him I missed you and he asked if I had a picture so I pulled out my wallet and showed him. He said you were so adorable. Anyway I told him I'd visit him if I ever got out of there. I also met this guy James but a few people there called him Bucky, we didn't talk much mostly just cause he looked really angry. Then this guy Stephen Strange complimented my hair which was odd but I like the guy. But was it really a whole 5 years?" He rambled on until he was out of breath.

You leaned against your bed frame and sat up straight to look at him, you nodded your head. " whole 5 years of people mourning, people trying to move on, but I just sat here missing you," you paused to take a shaky breath. "5 years of begging to someone out there to bring you and everyone back. 5 years of feeling stupid for having a silly crush on you my entire life. 5 years of just… a hole in my chest." You mumbled, looking down as you picked at your nails.

A tear slowly trailed down your face as you laughed softly, swiping the tear with your thumb. JJ leaned forward and cautiously held the side of your cheek, wiping away the excess tears. "I'm here now Y/N and I'm not going anywhere." You melted into his touch, your hand holding his in place against the side of your face.

His gaze went outside of your window, realizing it was still dark out. "Wait, what time is it?" You checked your phone, "3:57 a.m." you answered. His eyes widened, "why are you still awake?" He questioned, lightly snacking your shoulder

"Hey man, having someone you care about disappear takes a toll on you okay." You defended yourself, still not believing that JJ was in front of you. JJ laid down in your bed, making enough room for you to lay down with him. You took the space next to him, his arm immediately resting around your waist. "This is okay, right?" He asked looking down at you. You quickly nodded your head, resting it against his chest.

"You had a crush on me?" JJ broke the silence causing you to groan in embarrassment. "Shut up. Shut up I didn't mean to say that." You squeezed your eyes shut, hitting your head on his chest. He laughed quietly, lightly scratching your back; something he used to do when you were upset.

"I hope you know we're gonna talk about that later. But for now just get some sleep, I'm right here." He mumbled. You let your eyelids flutter shut, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat. You let the sound be the only thing you focused on as you tried to fall asleep, feeling blessed to have him back.

JJ planted a kiss to your forehead before whispering a soft "goodnight Y/N." You couldn't help but smile as you snuggled closer to him. "Goodnight JJ."

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